Fractured Family and the Second Sister's Fatal Misstep
Cha Hwa-ryeon, the second sister of the Hwaryeong family, muttered, "Is this... all that's gathered?"
Jeong Su-ran, Cha Do-yeon's mother whom he'd seen before. Now thinking of her casually as his mom, her face was filled with nothing but worry. This family gathering—one held every month, or every three at the longest in the Hwaryeong chaebol family—was on the verge of becoming a ghost party.
Considering the chaebol family's wallet, the lavish table looked downright pathetic with only three participants. The host mom, who always arranged these seats to foster family unity. The second sister, pounding away at her phone like she couldn't care less about the meal and ignoring mom's words entirely. And me, who never skipped whenever "family" was involved.
No matter that we were in the same place, it was like we were all facing different directions—truly a mismatched dream under the same roof. The silence must have been grating on mom because she glared at her second daughter and snapped.
"Where are the eldest and the youngest?"
"Why ask me? It's been ages since I cut off contact with those bitches."
"Don't talk like that! Do-yeon, what about you? Have you heard anything?"
"Well... no personal calls, but the little sis is probably busy whoring around nonstop, and the eldest sis—well, you know."
He curled his fingers into a circle, evoking money, then added, "No real profit in it."
"Haaah..."
Mom let out a sigh like the ground was caving in at my cold analysis. The eldest sister only cared about gains. The youngest, on the other hand, was a free spirit through and through. How could a family be so different? The Hwaryeong chaebol had personalities as varied as they came—each one's individuality so sharp it was a pain to handle.
Well, they're at that age where family ties start feeling like annoying shackles.
They were adults now, so calling it "handling" them was laughable. More accurately, these grown birds had flown off to fend for their own nests.
"Really... all of you, doing whatever the hell you want...!"
Thud! Still, mom rolled her high heel under the table like she might snap it, fuming. She'd tried so hard to keep us tied together, but with open signs of division, she rubbed her dry face and slumped.
One could see it that way. Scold her for trying to bind her grown kids to her will, but this was mom's tearful effort in her own way. The family rifts were glaringly obvious now.
Jeong Su-ran, as a mother, had been holding these meetings to prevent her kids from turning into enemies worse than strangers. As mentioned before, after father Cha Seong-taek's death, he'd divided the assets and companies among his kids and wife. True to his entrepreneur nature, it was a perfectly unequal split, naturally stirring discord and rivalry among the siblings.
The original owner of this body, Cha Do-yeon, must have rebelled too. He hadn't seen the deathbed or the will-reading himself since it was pre-possession, but no doubt veins bulging in rage. Yet Cha Do-yeon hadn't dragged it to court. Simple reason: the wealth distribution revolved strictly around individual ability. No matter how much he protested, he lacked confidence to crush his sisters' skills and savvy, so he'd turned a blind eye and given up.
Terror of lunging in recklessly and getting stripped of even what he had kept him signing off on a pittance settlement without a fight. Proof he was the king of idiots—an utter nuclear waste playboy who couldn't even secure his own share.
But now the owner had changed. As the new master of this body, he'd come to see his beloved sisters and mom—
Too bad the little sis isn't here today; steam's leaking out a bit.
Boring. He'd hoped for the full family set for some eye candy, but only two showed. Even with his favorite mom here, her furrowed brow full of worry was just pitiful.
"Well then, I'm off."
And now the second sister declaring a quick exit. Grabbing her bag and coat like she was done, mom protested.
"The food hasn't even come out yet—where do you think you're going?!"
"Mom, it's pointless anyway."
"W-what...?"
"We're all nursing grudges in our hearts. You think pouring effort into this crap will have us laughing and chatting like old times?"
"......"
"It's a game of take and be taken. Chicken game doesn't end till one swallows everything."
That stabbed right at mom's heart like a chisel. Trampling her desperate efforts to stave off division as futile nonsense.
"And, Cha Do-yeon."
"Hm?"
Mid-dipping bread in olive oil, I was called out.
"Step out. Wanna talk."
She beckoned with her index finger like urgent business. Her razor-thin glare signaled no pleasant topic. I could guess, so I smirked.
This was half the reason I'd shown up anyway—no need to test my patience, so I wiped my hands with a napkin for my cute sis.
"You two... got some issue?"
Mom praying it wasn't so. I flashed a grin to reassure her.
"Nah, it'll be quick. Back for food soon."
"Good. At least you pretend to listen to me, Do-yeon... Sorry for the harsh words last time."
She seemed properly mature in soothing her, then recalled the home invasion and offered a sly apology.
‘Mother Jeong Su-ran’s trust toward you has risen: 9% → 11%.
Advanced from ‘Abandoned Child’ to ‘Still My Child’ stage.
Luckily snagging points too, I trudged out of the dining area.
* * *
The private hallway for VIPs only, off-limits even to hotel staff.
"So, what's the business?"
Her signature red dress cinched with a thin waist belt. Viper eyes always brimming with dissatisfaction, neat manbun hairstyle. Height a smidge over 170cm. Already taller than average, but heels leveled her gaze to mine—how badly she wanted that high horse. This was Hwaryeong's second daughter, Cha Hwa-ryeon.
Fire in her name fit her fiery temper.
"Quit circling. Spit it out. How long you gonna keep fucking around?"
"Fucking around?"
Thud! She slammed me against the wall, hand pinning. The kind of tough-guy move that'd make men weep—our sis delivering it.
"Said spit it out."
"......"
"First question. How much shit have you pulled with stocks?"
Stock games. Aimed at the profits I'd made spinning off my subsidiary. I let out a hollow laugh. Talking about it meant she was admitting it outright.
"Moment you bring that up, you're confessing to planting spies and wiretaps, right?"
Straight to the spy talk. She'd openly planted secretary U Mi-ae the driver to use me.
But Hwa-ryeon sis was shameless as hell. Face unchanged, like crime was daily bread in this world, she pointed out my pathetic ass.
"Gonna play hick? That company was doomed anyway—be grateful I even watched it."
Hah... she planned to swallow it whole, but mindsets differ.
Unlike mom's hopes, in the shadows where sunlight didn't reach, family meant jack. Lamb's wool outside, dog meat inside—pure scheming chaos.
"No need to baby me that much. Already on the right track."
"Taking massive loans to hoard Bitcoin—that's your 'right track'?"
She sneered like I was trash, adding, "Heard you went heavy on leverage too? Made a bit on stocks, now lost your damn mind?"
"Where'd stocks make that much? You heard the day-trading hauls and were pretty shocked, right sis?"
"......"
Couldn't deny that. Sensing real change, she got serious.
"Yeah... honestly shocked. Unprecedented surge, and a rice-waster like you picking winners."
"Harsh on your bro."
"Plus spotting the driver spy now—that's praiseworthy. Like... your brain suddenly kicked in?"
Gauging how moronic I'd seemed before, maggot-level rating. Now upgraded to locust or better, she met my eyes level and scoffed.
"But luck ends. Surrender now?"
"Surrender?"
"Tch... get it quick. Hand over company shares and control. Too big for your playboy ass—I'll take it, and toss you pocket money for pussy hunts."
Endgame revealed. Hwa-ryeon had been laying bait to snatch even this inheritance.
"Everyone's stocks rising, yours scraping bottom? I'll bump +1000 per share. Spit it out now while I pay fair."
Worthless deal, not even worth hearing. Control included, for a measly 1000 won extra per share. Only response was middle finger (凸)—nearly flipped it, then pivoted.
Grinning, I decided to grind her sore spots rawer.
"Hwa-ryeon sis..."
"Yeah?"
"Even if I handed over the company, think I'd get near eldest sis's toe?"
Her smug face twisted instantly. Pretty if not scowling, now mask cracking venomously. Cha Hwa-ryeon's Achilles' heel.
As second daughter, she burned with hostility and jealousy toward the eldest. Always bitching how the inheritance was unfair, eldest hogging all prime subsidiaries. Didn't change public opinion.
World picked eldest as closest to inheriting Cha Seong-taek. Second sis, me, youngest—not worth mentioning. One other name floated vaguely but buried due to messy ties.
Anyway, eldest was the talented bitch among us. And Hwa-ryeon flipped at that verdict. Untouchable reverse scale for her underlings.
"L-listen? Even trash like you, I gave some bro leeway...?"
"No need. I handle myself fine."
"Is... that... so?"
From viper eyes to viper incarnate. Cute manbun forgotten, she glared murderously.
"Perfect then... can share this bombshell."
"What?"
She closed in. Whispers right in my ear as distance vanished.
'Fucked your card company with massive short-selling.'
'...!'
'Gonna spread FUD rumors soon, your stock to toilet paper. Hoarding BTC while stock tanks harder, debt exploding? You're done, rice-waster fuck.'
Face stiffening. Covering mouth, glaring daggers with eyes only, she crowed at the reversal.
"Heh, shoulda sweet-talked and spilled when you had the chance."
"......"
"Shorts are queued already—begging's too late. Oh! Crawl to my company later, grovel on a grill at the gate, maybe mercy. Up to five mil a month."
Done there, she spun coldly away. How loathsome I was—no goodbye, just striding off.
"Wait! Sis!"
"Told you, too late to beg."
"Not begging. Hear this first."
"?"
She half-turned her chin, our cute sis. I laid it crystal clear.
"Flip side: when your company gets gutted and tanks, strip naked and beg me for life, I'll save you."
No reply. Staring blankly, lips cracked into a smirk.
"...Ha! Hahahahaha! What the fuck—a moron with one subsidiary dares?!"
She laughed uproariously. Gap in status made it impossible, cackling as she left, clutching her gut denying it'd ever happen.
......
I watched her back the whole time. Even after out of sight, seconds of calculation, then—
"Kukukuku! Puhahahahahahaha!"
Louder laughter. World-shaking guffaws at the unforeseen jackpot. Lungs flipping, undigested food refluxing, I cracked up insanely.
Jackpot—you dug your own grave, sis♬
Second sis tripped herself. Knowing driver U Mi-ae was a spy, she bit the baited info. Intended lure, but a monster catch. Short-selling my stock? Desperate to cheap-snag the company, even BTC rumors weren't enough—now shorts too.
Handed me prime chance to solidify shares. Second sis's impatience to outdo eldest, her greed, birthed this fire.
Whew... thought banging rich sis might stick a bit, but now I'm drooling.
Target locked. For family love's incest path, second sis Cha Hwa-ryeon first. Imagining kneading those mom-like prime tits, turning sis-pussy into my cumdump—itching like mad.