Chapter 115
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: Epilogue - Hong Ryeon
"You've dealt with him a few times, so you know, but he's a three-term assemblyman. Don't mess up and take good care of him. Got it?"
"...Yes, Brother."
Hong Ryeon, dressed in a sheer outfit that revealed her body, replied demurely to Hong Yun-seok's words. He gently stroked her bowed red head, pressed his lips to the crown, then gave her back a light push.
"Go on."
Pushed by him, Hong Ryeon opened the door and approached the balding assemblyman.
With a smile full of warmth, but laced with contempt beneath it.
Today, too, she offered her body to a man of power for the sake of the family business.
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A family is usually the strongest ally bound by blood, an unbreakable shield against the world's storms.
But for some, family was worse than strangers— the most hated name in the world. That was the case for Hong Ryeon.
Hongcheon Group Chairman Hong Seok-hyeon had two sons and one daughter.
Hong Ryeon was the second son, with a significant age gap from the eldest, Hong Yun-seok. It was all part of Hong Seok-hyeon's plan from the start, to avoid sparking a succession battle.
Hong Yun-seok grew up with his father's unwavering support. With his own talents and burning passion to inherit the group, no one doubted he would be the next chairman.
Hong Ryeon didn't challenge that atmosphere either. Content with his position as the second son of a chaebol family, he avoided drawing Hong Yun-seok's suspicion by indulging in debauchery and scandals.
Drugs at clubs, or lashing out with violence on whims. Such pathetic antics quickly dispelled any suspicion from Hong Yun-seok.
Instead, he often lectured him as family to quit such nonsense, which ironically kept Hong Ryeon safe.
'He pretended not to care while keeping me in check—it was obvious.'
Had he not acted that way, Hong Yun-seok would have surely eliminated him sooner or later, staging an accident or fabricating some incident.
That was the kind of man Hong Yun-seok was: ruthlessly thorough, leaving no potential threat alive.
So when Hong Ryeon received the verdict of being harmless, he was overjoyed, practically leaping for it. No more trembling in fear of death.
But that relief didn't last. Soon after, he became a TS victim and turned into a woman.
A bit disorienting, but up to then, Hong Ryeon didn't think deeply about it.
Though Gender Transformation Syndrome struck without regard for power, wealth, or common folk, most elites and chaebols—excluding citizens—falsified their identities to live as if they'd always been women.
Even if exposed, it hardly mattered. Lawmakers breaking their own laws wasn't unusual.
Hong Ryeon had heard rumors of chaebol heirs who became victims but laundered their identities and lived well. So becoming a woman brought only minor discomfort, not anxiety.
Casually, he informed Hong Yun-seok of his condition, then his father, Hong Seok-hyeon. Less than two hours after hearing they'd handle it, police stormed in, arrested him, and dragged him to Hope Education Academy.
Why? The question echoed endlessly. He'd worked hard to stay out of Hong Yun-seok's sight and succeeded. Sure, he'd become a headache for his father, but he'd never defied him once.
And this was the result.
"Ah, aaah..."
"Hah, hah...!"
No identity laundering—instead, an ID collar stamped "TS Victim" around her neck, offering her body to power brokers who aided the group. That was Hong Ryeon's fate.
Sweating profusely, she lay beneath the three-term assemblyman with his massive gut, moaning sweetly as he thrust. It wasn't pleasant. Despite his fat frame, his dick wasn't large.
Even barely rubbing the entrance, her sensitive body felt pleasure, but not enough for real moans. So Hong Ryeon forced out seductive whimpers.
Stimulated by her sounds, the assemblyman's body froze, then shuddered. He was probably cumming. With a condom on, she felt no flood of semen.
Maybe he just didn't produce much. Recalling the trainers' loads from the academy, the sweating assemblyman sighed in relief.
"As expected, Miss Hong's pussy is legendary. Even I, famed for my stamina, couldn't last minutes..."
"Not at all—I've climaxed so many times because of you, Assemblyman..."
"Heh heh! Back in my prime, I was something else!"
"Let me clean you up."
Premature bastard, Hong Ryeon muttered inwardly. She removed the condom, took his pencil-thin dick in her mouth, and sucked.
"Ooh...!"
Unable to hold even that, the assemblyman trembled and came again. Barely more than spit. Suppressing the urge to spit it out, she swallowed, cleaned him thoroughly, then smiled up at him.
Satisfied, he stroked her head.
"That was great today too. Tell President Hong I was well pleased."
"Thank you, Assemblyman."
Hong Ryeon bowed gratefully. But her lowered face was expressionless now.
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After washing him, showering, and emerging, Hong Yun-seok waited.
"You did great today. The assemblyman was thrilled. He said he'll make sure this deal goes through."
"...Good."
"All thanks to you."
Thanks to me. Hong Ryeon nearly laughed but held it in.
"Is that all for me today?"
"Yeah, the assemblyman who just left was the last. Want a reward?"
"I just did my job."
At "reward," she feigned indifference. But he grabbed her chin, forcing eye contact.
"I asked if you want a reward."
His eyes burned with overflowing lust. Hong Ryeon blinked, then smiled sweetly.
"...Yes."
Their lips crashed together. A beastly kiss, like devouring her. But she accepted it without a gasp.
Compared to the academy trainers, Hong Yun-seok's was crude and blind.
'Filthy bastard. Even if I'm a victim now, I'm still your sibling.'
She spat inwardly but responded dutifully to his tongue. Their lips parted after a while, a thin string snapping.
"Hah, hah...!"
The rough breaths of a lust-crazed man. Pinned to the wall by force, as his hand groped her thigh, she forced a smile and grabbed it.
"Not here—let's go inside. If people see..."
"What if they do? Report us? Try me."
She had no choice but to accept his smirking advance. As he said, this hotel belonged to Hongcheon Group—specifically, Hong Yun-seok.
All staff were under him, so fucking a woman in the hallway wouldn't raise eyebrows.
'Idiot.'
But Hong Ryeon smirked inwardly at the glinting black lens in the corridor corner. Paranoid yet carelessly exposed when he thought something was his. Enemies were always within.
Of course, mere incest wouldn't topple him.
Tip off the press? No outlet free of Hongcheon money—they'd bury or use it themselves.
Online? Brief buzz, same end. She recorded for their father.
To show the son he'd cherished devouring another child. It wouldn't change Hong Yun-seok's position, but it'd sour Father's mood.
For that, she'd endure.
Hong Ryeon moaned as seductively as possible around her brother's invading cock.
So it would ring clear in the future chairman's ears.
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"Y-You fool!"
Thwack! A crystal ashtray struck Hong Yun-seok's head and fell. Skin split, blood dripping with stinging pain, but the roar continued.
"What the hell are you doing that crap like this ends up on my desk?!"
A tablet PC hurled aside blared explicit moans. A man and woman rutting in a luxury hotel corridor—familiar faces.
Him and Hong Ryeon. Pressing his wound, Hong Yun-seok watched impassively.
"It was necessary."
"Necessary? Not content with selling your sibling, now this vile incest?!"
Hong Seok-hyeon bellowed, then slumped in his chair, rubbing his temple in frustration.
"What's the problem? Ryeon never challenged you. Ha-rin had that ambition—we spun off affiliates for him. Why target Ryeon?"
"Had I not, he'd have overtaken me eventually, no matter how long."
"Still paranoid? Look at him now—what chairman?!"
Hong Seok-hyeon groaned and sighed, but Hong Yun-seok's face stayed stone.
Not paranoia. Hong Ryeon—Hong Yun-su— eyed the throne. He cowered, but it looked like a snake coiling for the strike.
"One day, Father will admit I was right."
"Admit my ass. Don't let this filth reach me again! Get out!"
At the roared dismissal, Hong Yun-seok bowed and left. Blood dripping, aides panicked.
"P-President! Blood on your head! Hospital now—"
"No hospital. Patch it roughly. Back to the estate."
"Y-Yes, sir."
Disinfected, gauzed, bandaged—he looked the patient. But Hong Yun-seok showed no pain, heading out immediately.
'Hong Ryeon... Even now, finding ways to strike me.'
Sending her to the academy as a victim wasn't enough. He needed total, perfect submission.
At the estate, he strode upstairs and flung open the first door. Hong Ryeon, mid-call, glanced and muttered.
"...Yeah, okay. Call later."
The screen showed "Baek So-ra" before she ended it. Hong Yun-seok shifted to her.
"You're early. Thought Father would keep you late—ack!"
She brushed her hair, casual, but he seized her arm, threw her on the bed, growling low.
"Snake bitch. My instincts were right."
"...No idea what you mean."
His voice rumbled like a beast, but she stayed calm. Hong Yun-seok lacked patience.
"Fine. Let's see who wins. If I drag you down, or you submit."
Hong Ryeon didn't answer right away. Then, eyes curving, she whispered.
"I've always submitted."
Then and now, unchanged.
Her gaze slithered like a serpent's.