SS - 54

As Joo-hyuk recalled the red marks on Sena’s pure white body, he couldn’t contain his excitement and let out a low growl. The urge was so intense that he felt like he needed a whip or a rope to restrain himself.

Damn it.

Joo-hyuk grabbed Sena’s arm and pulled her up. As she stumbled into his embrace, he swallowed her lips in one swift motion. Their lips fit together as if they were meant to be one from the beginning, and in the dizzying moment of their tongues intertwining, Joo-hyuk laid Sena down on the floor.

“Turn around.”

“Ah, Joo-hyuk. Huh, hng, ah.”

Before Sena, who was bracing herself against the desk, could even prepare, Joo-hyuk couldn’t hold back and thrust his cock into her.

The pain and pleasure of penetrating her tight passage mixed together, causing veins to bulge on his forehead.

The lewd image of Sena he had imagined in his mind was now fully displayed before his eyes. A long, bright red mark had formed on her back, pressed against the edge of the desk.

Perhaps someday, he might really whip her back.

“Wait, stop.”

“Sorry. I can’t control myself.”

“Joo-hyuk.”

As Sena, unable to withstand the force, collapsed onto the desk, Joo-hyuk wrapped his arms around her stomach and waist, lifting her up.

With only her hips raised, she accepted him, and as his cock reached a place it hadn’t before, she let out a shrieking moan.

“Ha, Sena. I’m going crazy because of you...”

I’m going crazy with pleasure.

Feeling the tight grip around his cock, Joo-hyuk thought about climaxing and began to thrust faster and harder.

Thud!

As his enlarged member reached her womb, his muscles stiffened. She, too, tightened her entire body, squeezing his member.

“Haah...”

“Hng...”

Their rough breaths filled the study. The lingering sensation after their climax was both refreshing and bittersweet.

Joo-hyuk lifted Sena’s still limp body from the desk and held her tightly. She, too, struggled to open her heavy eyelids, trying to meet his gaze.

The messy desk, the paper that had fallen to the floor and finally torn, revealing the knight’s story, and Sena, barely holding onto her torn panties around her waist—all of it was endearing.

“I can’t take it. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“...Huh?”

“I can’t stand it. I want to do it again.”

Startled, Sena’s eyes widened like a rabbit’s as Joo-hyuk swiftly picked her up and headed to the bedroom.

“But we have to see your father tomorrow...”

“It’s fine. We’ll just wake up a little late.”

“But.”

“If you don’t stay quiet, I might just take you right here instead of going to the bedroom.”

Joo-hyuk stopped in the hallway leading to the bedroom and spoke.

Her frightened face looked at him for a moment before she buried her face in his neck, wrapping her arms around him.

“Good girl.”

Joo-hyuk chuckled and resumed his steps.

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“You’re here?”

His second brother, Joo-chan, peeked out from the kitchen with a tired face. He was holding a glass of water, likely having a drink before heading to the clinic.

“Long time no see, bro.”

“Did you come to see Father?”

“Yeah. How is he?”

“His approval ratings have dropped a bit, but that’s about it.”

Joo-chan smiled faintly at Joo-hyuk’s question.

Joo-hyuk couldn’t understand why his second brother, who had no real desire for it, had entered politics just because their father wanted it.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I did it? Out of the three of us, one of us has to do it to satisfy him.”

When Joo-hyuk had once asked why he continued in politics despite not wanting to, Joo-chan had answered like that.

“He’s in the living room. Go see him. I’m heading to work.”

“Hey, bro.”

Joo-hyuk called out to Joo-chan.

“What?”

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“...Nothing.”

“How dull.”

Joo-chan, who resembled their stepmother more than their father, chuckled and turned back toward the entrance.

His skinny frame was similar to Chairman Choi’s, but his soft facial features were definitely more like their stepmother’s.

Though he was a child from outside the family, Joo-hyuk remembered that their stepmother hadn’t hated him, even if she didn’t love him.

Of course, when Joo-hyuk’s mother passed away, their stepmother had also opposed burying Joo-hyuk’s mother in the family grave. She had even thrown a fit, calling it a disgrace to the family.

Still, Joo-hyuk didn’t feel resentful toward her. At the very least, she had a legitimate reason to dislike his mother.

After watching Joo-chan leave, Joo-hyuk headed to the living room. As Joo-chan had said, Chairman Choi was sitting there, watching TV.

After a brief greeting, Joo-hyuk stated his business.

“You want me to do... what?”

Chairman Choi’s sharp face was filled with displeasure. Joo-hyuk had come early in the morning and made an absurd request.

“An apology. I want you to apologize to my mother.”

“Apologize to a dead person? What kind of apology is that?”

“You can apologize to the dead. I’ll listen on her behalf.”

Joo-hyuk didn’t back down.

The article he had written with determination was still saved only on his computer.

Shouldn’t everyone be given at least one proper chance? Especially someone who has missed countless opportunities over decades.

“What exactly should I apologize to your mother for?”

“Do you really not know?”

“I don’t quite understand.”

“You abandoned my mother, didn’t you?”

“Hah!”

Chairman Choi, who had been casually watching TV in the living room as if Joo-Hyuk’s words were some kind of joke, finally turned off the television and looked at him.

“I already had a family. Are you saying a man with a wife and children should have abandoned his own household?”

“Is it right for a man with a wife and children to deceive an innocent young woman?”

“Innocent? Who was innocent here?”

Chairman Choi snorted dismissively.

“Your mother was only trying to get close to me so she could break into the entertainment industry. She should’ve been grateful when I gave her a supporting role in a daily drama. How dare she run away while pregnant?”

Joo-Hyuk recalled the story his mother had told him.

She had met Chairman Choi through the manipulations of her agency’s CEO, but she genuinely fell in love with him because of his sweet words and kindness.

After a few months of dating, she was offered a supporting role in a drama—but then came the cold breakup. By then, Joo-Hyuk had already been conceived.

“If you had just left us alone to live our lives, that would’ve been fine. Why did you insist on bringing me into your home?”

“Are you suggesting I should’ve left things as they were, only for her to come back later demanding child support or a share of my assets? That doesn’t make sense. Besides, if it’s a boy, he naturally should grow up with the Choi family name.”

It seemed like bringing this up might have been a mistake, but Joo-Hyuk felt compelled to finish what he had started.

“Let’s say all of that is fine. Still, she’s the one who gave birth to me. Couldn’t you have at least helped her get treatment?”

“I explicitly told her never to show up in front of you, even if she were dying. Tsk, tsk.”

Chairman Choi clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“If you want to blame me for your mother’s death, go ahead. But I don’t think I deserve criticism for not helping her. I gave her more than enough compensation when I took you in—enough money to last a lifetime. If she wanted treatment, she could’ve paid for it herself.”

“Are you saying my mother deliberately chose death?”

“That’s exactly what I think.”

Joo-Hyuk clenched his fists, resisting the urge to cover his father’s irresponsible mouth with his hands.

“The person who drove my mother to her death was you.”

With a voice full of suppressed anger, he spoke forcefully.

“She lost the only joy and hope in her life—me—because of you. So, I have every right to demand a proper apology for her death.”

“If you had taken after me instead of her, you wouldn’t be so spineless.”

“It’s regrettable. You’re wrong about that.”

“What do you mean?”

Chairman Choi tilted his head curiously, looking up at Joo-Hyuk.

“I resemble you much more than you think.”

Without waiting for his father to process the meaning behind those words, Joo-Hyuk turned his back completely.

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Seol-Yoo’s face hardened as she sat across from him.

When Joo-Hyuk had asked her to meet at a café far from the broadcasting station, saying he had something important to show her, she hadn’t expected this. After reading the article, her expression darkened.

“Are you sure about this?”

She twirled a pen between her fingers, using it as a substitute for a cigarette, and asked cautiously.

“This isn’t an ordinary article. Your father could end up in prison.”

“Not ‘could’—he will.”

“It’s not just your father. If this gets out, there will be a chain reaction involving many others.”

For a moment, she almost looked frightened.

“Why? Are you saying you can’t air it?”

“Whose name should I put on this report?”

“No need to attribute it to anyone else. Just use my name.”

“You’re going to step forward as the reporter yourself?”

“Wasn’t I KMS’s first reporter?”

Despite his confident tone, Seol-Yoo sighed deeply.

“You can’t do that. You’re not an official journalist.”

“So are you saying we should scrap this article? It’s a major scoop.”

At the word “scoop,” her ears visibly perked up. Her professional hunger for exclusive stories hadn’t faded.

“Let’s make it a planned exposé.”

“A planned exposé, huh?”

“Yes. We’ll have the anchor invite you as a guest during the news broadcast to reveal this.”

“So not in the form of a written article? I sweated bullets writing this after such a long time.”

“There’s too much to fix. It’s not publishable in its current state anyway.”

Seol-Yoo flipped the article over on the table and spoke without a trace of humor.

“Why are you suddenly doing something like this? When we met a while ago, you didn’t mention anything about it.”

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Thinking?”

“Yes. No matter how much I dislike the man I call my father, he’s still my parent. I’ve been wondering if I can truly sever that bond.”

Seol-Yoo’s eyes narrowed at Joo-Hyuk’s response.