SS - 26

Sena was seen struggling to bury her face in the mattress again, with only her buttocks raised.

“Lift your head.”

“Heuht...”

“I said lift your head. You’ll suffocate and die.”

Fortunately, she had no intention of dying, so she raised her chin and lifted her face.

“Your breasts. Can you lift them a little?”

As he whispered, overlapping his body over her back, she lifted her breasts slightly, supported by her trembling arms.

Joo-hyuk put both hands into the narrow gap and grabbed her breasts. He rolled the nipples that seemed to pop out between his fingers, and continued to bounce her pelvis below.

“Ha-eung! There... Heut, good... Heut!”

“Here? Do you like it?”

“No, no. No...”

“Don’t you like it?”

Actions speak louder than words. She shook her head. Again, her body trembled, and her inner walls tightly gripped his cock.

At the climaxing movement, Joo-hyuk also gripped her breasts more tightly and thrust his cock harder inside.

Even though fluid and semen mixed and flowed out of the hole with a squelching and lewd sound, he did not stop moving until he had poured out the last drop.

“Eut!”

Finally, Joo-hyuk, who had stopped moving, hugged Sena and fell to the side. Even as he fell, his cock was still fully inserted inside her.

His shoulders heaved for a long time, and when he calmed down, he slowly slipped out of her.

“Euheung...”

Perhaps the stimulation was too intense, she was still fiddling with his cock even as he was slipping out.

“Are you okay?”

When he asked, leaning his face on her shoulder, only a small nod returned.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself.”

I can’t control myself when you’re in front of me. Especially after hearing your confession that you love me.

“It’s okay. ...It was good.”

Joo-hyuk smiled faintly at her voice, which was shyly hiding her face and speaking softly.

He was glad to see Sena, who seemed to have been afraid of sex to the point of delaying her first time, enjoying sex as he led her. He felt somewhat proud and satisfied.

It was a marriage chosen under pressure from his father, but wasn’t this a pretty happy married life?

“Shall we take a bath together?”

“...Together?”

Sena asked back in a suspicious voice.

“I promise I won’t touch you at all.”

“I’m too tired. I want to go into the bathtub.”

“You’ll faint if you go in now.”

“Just for a little while.”

Was she in pain?

Joo-hyuk, who was suddenly afraid that he might have pushed her too hard, quickly turned Sena’s body to check her face.

He had expected her to be crying or have a face distorted with pain, but there was none of that in her eyes looking at him. Instead, he only saw her eyes wide open in surprise because he had suddenly turned her over.

“That’s a relief.”

“Pardon?”

“I was worried you might be crying or angry.”

“...I said it was good.”

Sena blushed and leaned her head against Joo-hyuk’s chest.

“I know. I don’t know what you were worried about...”

He put a wry smile on her forehead and kissed her, and she raised her head. As he naturally pressed his lips to hers, hot breath seeped into his mouth.

It was clear that she had a habit of stimulating people even though she said she was going to stop. Or she still didn’t know how she stimulated him.

Since the latter was probably the most likely, Joo-hyuk shook his head inwardly.

He thought that he would have to slowly teach her how much she was teasing and stimulating him.

“Lie down for a while. I’ll fill the bathtub with water.”

He teasingly licked her small tongue, which was slipping in, with his own, and then took his lips off.

He wondered if she was teasing him knowingly, not unknowingly.

But as her innocent eyes met his, he stifled a sigh and forced a smile. He got up, gently covered her with a thin blanket, and headed toward the bathroom.

In the mirror, his body was smeared with sweat and other traces of their intimacy, a mess. Yet, strangely, his face glowed brightly.

The face that had only ever worn a businesslike smile now radiated pure, heartfelt happiness.

When he had first agreed to this marriage, he hadn’t expected things to turn out like this.

Shhh—.

As he watched the water filling the bathtub, he shook his head fiercely.

The sweetness of their honeymoon was something to be savored only at home. Outside, there were people tightening their grip around his neck, plotting against him.

The thought of what awaited him outside sobered him instantly. He perched on the edge of the bathtub and let out a soft sigh.

The next morning, as Sena shyly curled up in embarrassment, Joo-hyuk pulled her close from behind.

He clasped her hands over her chest and pressed a warm kiss to the nape of her neck.

“Good morning.”

“Yes.”

Sena quickly nodded her head.

Though they had confessed their love and been intimate, her heart still raced with shyness, the thumping palpable against the back of their intertwined hands.

Joo-hyuk couldn’t help but find her utterly adorable throughout breakfast before heading to work. His lips curved upward involuntarily, unable to suppress his amusement.

“I’ll be back later.”

Before leaving, he affectionately ruffled her hair and smiled. Watching her cheeks flush red, he felt grateful for their marriage.

To have a wife who loved him—what more could he ask for? It was the perfect life.

But the moment the door closed behind him, Joo-hyuk’s expression hardened. Though he indulged in the sweetness of their honeymoon at home, there were pressing matters he needed to address.

The car descended into the underground parking lot, where the chauffeur and Secretary Park were waiting, bowing deeply as Joo-hyuk approached.

“Welcome, President.”

“Let’s go.”

The car carrying Joo-hyuk and Secretary Park stopped at the entrance of a grand mansion on the outskirts of Seoul.

Even after passing through the massive iron gates, it took several hundred meters of driving past ponds, lawns, and trees—meticulously landscaped like a park—before the castle-like mansion came into view.

Joo-hyuk was certain his father, Chairman Choi, had visited this place.

A few years ago, when Chairman Choi moved to his new residence, Joo-hyuk had wondered why it was so extravagantly decorated. Clearly, after visiting this estate, his father had decided to outdo it. And indeed, if anything, his father’s residence was even more opulent.

How pathetic, this jealousy and vanity.

“The chairman is waiting for you.”

As Joo-hyuk stepped out of the car, the secretary of Chairman Wang greeted him—the same one he’d seen before.

Following the secretary, Joo-hyuk entered the mansion and walked for what felt like an eternity, eventually emerging at the rear of the estate.

Where exactly was he being led?

His curiosity grew, and he began to wonder how much time had passed when they finally arrived at a greenhouse.

“You may enter.”

The secretary opened the greenhouse door and gestured for Joo-hyuk to go inside.

Joo-hyuk nodded and stepped in. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the secretary blocking Secretary Park from following, closing the door behind him.

Inside the greenhouse, among beautifully arranged flowers and plants, Chairman Wang was seen wiping the leaves of a plant with a white cloth.

“Good day, Chairman Wang.”

Joo-hyuk bowed respectfully to greet him.

Chairman Wang, with his snowy white hair and deeply wrinkled face, turned toward Joo-hyuk. Though small in stature, his plump frame exuded a quiet dignity.

“Have you arrived?”

Pushing his glasses up with the back of his hand, Chairman Wang gestured for Joo-hyuk to approach.

Joo-hyuk stepped closer.

“It’s been a while since I last paid my respects.”

“Yes, it has been quite some time.”

“You look as well as ever.”

“This old man’s days pass slowly, one by one.”

Chairman Wang’s response was cryptic, neither confirming nor denying anything.

“What brings you here today?”

Placing the white cloth on the table and sitting down, Chairman Wang asked. Though he clearly knew the reason for the visit, his question signaled the need for caution.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you about.”

“What is it?” 

“The investment funds you provided to our KMS.” 

“Ah, yes.” 

“I’m curious if that money came from my father.” 

“Your father?” 

“Yes. My father—” 

Just as Joo-hyuk began to explain who his father was, Chairman Wang cut him off. 

“I already know. I’m aware of who your father is.” 

“Why does that matter?” 

“Pardon?” 

“Whether the money I invested in you came from my pocket or your father’s, why should that make a difference?” 

Despite his kindly demeanor, Chairman Wang’s piercing gaze bore into Joo-hyuk. From that look alone, Joo-hyuk immediately sensed that his father had orchestrated the investment through Chairman Wang. 

“It’s an important issue for me.” 

“Why so?” 

“You’re likely aware of how my father made his money.” 

Joo-hyuk’s father, Chairman Choi, had earned his fortune during the Vietnam War by selling ammunition and one of the raw materials for biochemical weapons to the U.S. military. Later, using that money, he gained influence by offering kickbacks on military supply contracts, becoming a major player in that field. 

Though he had since handed over the company to his eldest son, Joo-chan, and was preparing for retirement, rumors persisted that he still played both sides between the military suppliers and the government. 

“It’s money stained with the blood of innocent people.” 

“So what?” 

“What do you mean, ‘so what’?” 

Unable to grasp the meaning behind Chairman Wang’s rhetorical question, Joo-hyuk responded with a counter-question. 

“Is there any money earned without someone’s sacrifice involved?” 

“Earning money from war is a different matter altogether.” 

“To survive during those times, it was an unavoidable choice. Your father didn’t personally kill anyone. If we criticize him for creating tools, should we also condemn everyone today who manufactures weapons?” 

Joo-hyuk fell silent. 

How others earned their money wasn’t the issue for him. 

What mattered was that his father had amassed wealth through blood-stained money and expanded it through corrupt means—without a shred of remorse for the victims. 

This was one of the reasons he had distanced himself from his father since his school days. 

“Even if we set aside the past, the fact that money tied to kickbacks in political circles—and possibly still being laundered—is flowing into KMS is a separate issue.” 

“If that’s the case, what do you intend to do about it?” 

“I’ll return the funds.” 

“What?” 

Chairman Wang furrowed his nose in clear displeasure.