Chapter 57
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Reunion (2)
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“Why the hell are you two here?!”
“Why are we here? Isn't it obvious? We got an invitation.”
His words were curt, laced with amusement. Ha Yoon's body trembled violently.
She knew it too. This was a place you couldn't just waltz into on a whim—a gathering spot for the city's true power players. The mere fact that they were sitting here unscathed meant they were no ordinary folk.
'We're screwed...!'
It felt like the ground was crumbling beneath her feet. Running into someone from her ugly past—who turned out to be one of the city's elite—in a place like this? A perfectly natural reaction.
With Ha Yoon frozen silent, the man spoke up.
“You planning to stand there forever? Get to work.”
“Y-yes, sir—ack?!”
In her haste to obey, Ha Yoon's ankle twisted in the unfamiliar high heels, sending her tumbling forward.
But she couldn't afford to nurse the throbbing pain. Clutching her ankle for just a second, she scrambled up and limped toward him.
The man, arm draped casually over Han Seol-ah's shoulder right beside him, jerked his chin.
“Redo that introduction from earlier.”
“O-okay.”
Ha Yoon swallowed hard, her voice quivering as she spoke.
“Thank you for selecting me. I'm Ha Yoon, assigned to civil service for Master Woo today.”
“Huh? I never told you my name. How'd you know?”
“W-well... you have a name tag on.”
Sure enough, a silver nameplate gleamed on Woo Shin-hyung's right chest: Sunwoo Group Section Chief Woo Shin-hyung. He burst into laughter, as if only just realizing it.
“Not bad eyesight. But someone with eyes like that still messed with our Seol-ah?”
“That was...!”
Ha Yoon nearly shouted in outrage but choked it back under the weight of his piercing teal eyes.
Excuses like “The ID collar wasn't registered” or “I didn't know she had an owner” wouldn't fly here. He hadn't asked out of curiosity anyway.
As Ha Yoon clamped her mouth shut, he smirked.
“You're not completely clueless... From what I heard, you strut around like you're the king of the world and no one else matters.”
If she hadn't run into Woo Shin-hyung here, Ha Yoon would've fired back with her usual attitude. Outside these walls, his VIP status or Sunwoo Group title meant nothing to her. But now that she knew—and it was Sunwoo Group of all things—she couldn't afford to mouth off.
Sunwoo Group wasn't a national powerhouse. If you listed the top hundred companies, it'd barely crack the bottom ranks.
But in this city and the surrounding areas it dominated? It was the king. Even Ha Yoon, who paid zero attention to such things, knew the name.
“I was hoping to see that cocky side again, but this meek version isn't half bad either.”
Woo Shin-hyung eyed Ha Yoon up and down as she shuddered, eyes downcast. He'd seen countless TS victims, but none had ever grabbed his attention like this.
Her hair bloomed like cherry blossoms in full glory. Her face, pale with cold sweat, lips bitten in fear—it was mesmerizing. He stared silently for a long moment until Han Seol-ah pouted beside him.
“Master, your eyes are practically shooting lasers.”
“Was I staring that much?”
“Yep. Enough to make me jealous.”
He chuckled at her sulky display, ruffling her hair affectionately.
“Don't worry. I'm not ditching you or anything.”
“Then kiss me. So I can believe it.”
“You're not a kid—quit acting spoiled.”
Even as he grumbled, he pulled her in for a deep kiss. Their lips smacked wetly in a heated exchange, leaving trembling Ha Yoon to gape in disbelief.
'What the actual fuck?'
She'd suspected they were close last time, but this close? Unthinkable.
Shed heard of TS victims falling for their owners, but witnessing it firsthand? As she thought that, Woo Shin-hyung finally pulled away, hands roaming her chest, and came to his senses.
“Damn, look at me. This isn't why I came all the way here.”
“Ahn... Master, can't we just do it together instead?”
“Idiot. You're the one who begged to come here.”
“But... look how worked up I am? Ow.”
“I want to, but... later.”
“Hing.”
Han Seol-ah's cheeks flushed as she hiked up her white dress, exposing her soaked lower belly—a perfect picture of a lewd whore. But Woo Shin-hyung firmly refused (though his face betrayed some temptation), flicking her forehead before turning to Ha Yoon.
“You know why I picked you, right?”
“Y-yes...”
“You get it—there's some bad blood between us to settle.”
“...Yes.”
Ha Yoon gripped her shaking arms and bowed her head. Smiling faintly, Woo Shin-hyung raised his wine glass.
“No need to freak out. Sure, if you were still a guy, you'd have reason to worry... but you're not. No point wasting a pretty face like yours on disposables.”
Disposable. The word made her flinch involuntarily. She heard mocking snickers but stayed mute.
“That's my take, anyway. My people see things differently. That's why I called you out today.”
“So... what do you want me to do?”
“Obey Seol-ah's every command. Except if she says die—way too valuable to waste like that.”
Not out of mercy for her life, but because she had use.
“Under...stood.”
Ha Yoon's voice was barely a whisper. Then a bubbly tone chimed in.
“So I can do whatever I want with you now, right?”
“Yeah. Until all your anger's gone.”
“Yay!”
Like she'd never purred seductively moments ago, Han Seol-ah bounced off the sofa like a kid, padding over barefoot. She tilted her head submissively, exposing the top of her head to Ha Yoon.
“Chin up?”
“O-okay...”
Ha Yoon lifted her gaze, looking slightly up at the approaching Han Seol-ah. Even in towering heels, she had to crane her neck—easily over 160cm.
As Ha Yoon eyed her warily, Han Seol-ah cooed in admiration.
“Whoa, up close you're really pretty!”
“Th-thank you...?”
Ha Yoon blinked in confusion at the sudden praise. Ignoring it, Han Seol-ah reached out, poking her cheeks.
“Skin's so soft... Can I take a bite?”
“A bite? What do you—whoa?!”
Without waiting, Han Seol-ah chomped her cheek. Ha Yoon yelped.
Her scream echoed so loud that heads in the hall turned their way.
Releasing her cheek, Han Seol-ah winced.
“You scared me! What's with the screaming?”
“B-but you bit me out of nowhere—ow!”
Slap! The sharp crack left her cheek burning. Stunned, Ha Yoon turned to see Han Seol-ah's face twist in irritation, hand raised.
“Talking back already?”
“S-sorry—!”
Before she could finish, another slap landed.
Ha Yoon's vision swam. The force rivaled the trainers'. Her legs nearly buckled.
'What the hell kind of slap is that strong...!'
Woo Shin-hyung, watching casually, remarked.
“Seol-ah used to play volleyball, right? Explains why her palm slaps hurt even me.”
No wonder it stung like hell. As Ha Yoon fought back tears, Han Seol-ah snapped.
“When did I ever hit you, Master?!”
“Hey, you've slapped me plenty. And now you're getting cocky 'cause I let it slide.”
“Hmph.”
Hard to believe this was the same girl who'd just mercilessly slapped her face—now pouting innocently.
After their lovers' spat, Han Seol-ah hooked a finger under Ha Yoon's chin, lifting it.
“Ha Yoon. Snap out of it. You're outside the academy, but that doesn't make you human again. Keep sassing me... and I'll gouge your eyes out?”
“Eek...!”
Ha Yoon shrank back, trembling. She knew it wasn't an idle threat. If Han Seol-ah wanted her eyes, she'd be dragged off and blinded without recourse.
“Pfft—scaredy's cute too.”
She'd only thrown Ha Yoon's own rape-taunts from their first meeting back at her.
In that outfit, she looked like a frightened bunny. Han Seol-ah grinned, petting her hair.
“Be good, and I won't hurt you more. Got it, Ha Yoon?”
“Y-yes...!”
Ha Yoon nodded frantically. Satisfied, Han Seol-ah returned to Woo Shin-hyung's side and issued her command casually.
“Then dance for us. Make our master's cock rock hard.”
“D-dance?”
She knew better than to talk back, but it slipped out. Dancing? She'd never learned or even watched it.
But Han Seol-ah's eyes sharpened, and Ha Yoon flailed awkwardly. Her stiff limbs flopped like a marionette on tangled strings, eyes darting wildly.
You'd expect laughs at the clownish display, but her master and owner watched stone-faced.
“Stop.”
As Ha Yoon's face crumpled in despair, Han Seol-ah's voice cut in. Relief from the dancing, but Ha Yoon eyed her fearfully.
Han Seol-ah's expression was ice cold.
“Are you a fucking moron?”