Chapter 15: Chapter 15

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The arrogant bastard, after intercepting a delivery meant for a third-generation chaebol, stopped running just because of a little provocation and decided to come here.

Who knew he’d be this irrational?

Still, this works out well.

Since he said he’s coming here, that saves us the trouble of finding him.

Click.

Emilia pressed the button on her desk to call in her secretary.

The woman opened the door and entered right away.

“I’ve found him. He’s on his way here.”

“What? He’s coming… here?”

“Yeah. That creepy bastard must have liked me a lot. Probably jerked off a ton imagining me naked. Ugh, disgusting.”

“Uh, excuse me?”

“Call the strike team and security back. Have them guard the lobby. Also, contact the police.”

“Oh, yes, understood. Should I also inform the young master’s side?”

“…”

She hesitated for a moment.

Was there really a need to report the situation?

All she had to do was ensure the delivery was made successfully.

“Put it on hold for now. Let me know once we catch him.”

“Understood.”

Once her secretary left, Emilia unlocked the drawer in her desk.

Thud.

Inside the drawer lay a heavy handgun.

Bzzt.

User authentication. Kang Emilia. Unlocking.

“Bastard. Should I just shoot him myself?”

Click.

As she loaded the gun, she shook her head.

This was for self-defense. Who knows what kind of crazy thing that lunatic might do? Better to have it just in case.

She tucked it into her back pocket, covering it with her jacket, and walked out of the office.

Two security guards had already arrived, having been contacted by her secretary.

“President, there’s no need for you to come out—”

“I should at least greet him, for old time’s sake.”

She headed toward the lobby.

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Vroooom!!

Kim Dong-gi floored the gas pedal, losing all sense of reason.

The thought of Emilia being in another man’s arms was simply unimaginable to him.

Just picturing it made his mind go completely blank, as if his hair was being bleached white, and it felt like blood would pour out of every pore in his body.

So he pressed the pedal even harder.

There was no way the AI’s regulation-compliant driving could express his rage.

“This… this is strange.”

But at the same time, he thought about it.

Something was definitely off about Emilia during that phone call.

“J-j***house, and whatnot… Emilia would never say something like that.”

A bit of rational thinking made it clear—what she said made no sense.

She wasn’t the type to submit to anyone. At least not the Emilia he knew.

Yet she was talking about easily walking into someone’s bed?

And this, when the situation wasn’t even fully resolved yet?

Knowing Emilia’s character, she would focus all her efforts on recovering the trainees first. If that failed, then she’d either dispute the manipulated contract in court or, if necessary, settle and pay the damages.

But she wouldn’t be talking about j***houses and whatnot at this stage.

“…Was it a lie?”

Could she have said it just to throw him off balance?

He tried to objectively reconsider his actions.

He had intercepted a delivery meant for a third-generation chaebol and what was his demand? Just four photos of Emilia in her school uniform.

Sure, he planned to use those as leverage for more demands later, but that’s all he’d asked for so far.

So what did Emilia think when she heard that?

Wouldn’t she have realized that Kim Dong-gi was obsessed with her?

What would her next move be?

“There’s a chance it was a s-simple provocation.”

Of course, it could be true.

But even so, running back to the agency would be an incredibly foolish move.

There’s nothing he could accomplish there.

So what’s the best move here?

With Emilia and Go Mu-yeol involved, what’s the best strategy he can take?

Even if handling the chaebol heir was difficult, at the very least, he should focus on effectively pressuring Emilia.

“….”

Screeeech!

Kim Dong-gi, now thinking more rationally, pulled over onto the shoulder of the road.

He took out his phone and opened a global video platform used by billions of people.

He logged into the Rainbow Miracle administrator account, quickly changed the password, and started a live broadcast.

Since Rainbow Miracle had multiple celebrities and idols under its belt, it had plenty of subscribers.

As soon as the live stream started, the viewer count broke into the hundreds.

[Bbuing Bbuing]: ??? Is Remi going live?

[SulSamGaSam]: Aaah! My eyes!

[YeoboSengGoji]: Who’s this ugly guy streaming instead of my Shine Muscat oppas?

[MunisBirthControlShot]: Is that the inside of a car?

The viewer count kept climbing.

If this were a normal broadcast, he might have waited for more people to join before getting to the point, but Dong-gi didn’t have that luxury.

He needed to say everything before someone could shut him down.

“H-hello, e-everyone.”

[DoroDoroRong]: What the hell is this dumbass?

[RapeRomanceLover]: Hey, mister, get your face off the screen.

“I-I am the tr-treasurer of Rainbow M-Miracle, Kim K-Kim Dong-gi…”

[Anon]: Is he disabled?

[RunzoAttack]: He says he’s the treasurer of Remi? This idiot’s the treasurer?

[OyakoDonFan]: This must be a hack.

The reactions weren’t great. Many people immediately left the stream.

But Dong-gi dropped a bombshell.

“You s-see the g-girls sleeping behind m-me? They’re trainees f-from our agency, R-Rainbow Miracle… w-we were delivering them to h-high-ranking members of society for se-sexual favors. I c-couldn’t take the g-guilt any longer… I’ve d-decided to t-tell the truth.”

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“P-President!!!”

As Emilia was sitting in the lobby, eating snacks and mentally organizing her schedule, her secretary ran in, pale as a sheet.

In her rush, she even tripped and fell over.

“What the hell? What’s going on?”

Startled by the sudden commotion, Emilia approached her, and the secretary, still stumbling over her words, cried out.

“B-b-big trouble!! Kim Dong-gi, the treasurer, h-he’s streaming!!!”

“Streaming? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Check MeTube, right now!”

Hearing the secretary’s urgent voice, Emilia quickly opened MeTube.

At the top of the algorithm, an all-too-familiar face appeared.

The view count was already at 29,000, and it was climbing rapidly.

“What… what the f*** is this…?”

Tap.

She clicked into the stream.

The chat was flying by at an incredible speed.

“- The girls being delivered are, in reality, nothing more than s-slaves. They were being delivered to a c-certain young master.”

Emilia quickly turned off the screen, swallowing nervously.

Her entire body suddenly felt cold, her mind snapping into full alertness.

Her mouth went dry in an instant.

Her hands holding the phone trembled.

“He… he said he was coming here, right…?”

Her secretary limped toward her, still favoring her twisted ankle.

“That’s not the important part, President!! If the young master’s name comes up in this…”

“F***!!”

If that happened, both Kim Dong-gi and Emilia herself would be done for.

They’d be lucky if death was the worst they faced.

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Thrust! Thrust!

“Haaah! Aaaah! M-Master!!”

Every time I slammed into Soo-ah from behind, her moans, dripping with moisture, echoed through the room.

As I smacked her plump, firm buttocks with my hips, I held back as much as I could, trying not to release my load.

My stats were still low, so once I came, it took me a while to recover. If I wanted to keep going, I had no choice but to hold out.

Knock, knock.

Just then.

Someone knocked on the door from outside.

Sir, I have something to report.

It was Seo Eun-mi, who had offered me her body in the car earlier today.

She wasn’t here to ask for a threesome.

‘Have the trainees been delivered?’

Thrust!

“Aaah!”

“Just give her a room and tell her to wait there!!”

The room was large, so I shouted, but Seo Eun-mi, with her characteristic calm smile, said, “Excuse me,” and then opened the door and entered.

“??”

She deliberately avoided looking at the naked and panting Soo-ah and approached the bed, still wearing that same smile.

“I’m sorry, sir. But it’s urgent.”

“What is it?”

“First, take a look at this.”

She handed me her phone, where a live broadcast was playing. The dumb treasurer from Rainbow Miracle was on the screen.

“…Not just Remi, but many other agencies as well… have been operating this way, delivering sexual favors…”

I stopped mid-thrust and looked up at her. She continued her explanation.

“About 15 minutes ago, Kim Dong-gi, the treasurer of Rainbow Miracle, started a live broadcast on the agency’s account. He has been exposing everything about the sexual favors operation, including the trainees currently en route to you.”

I snatched the phone to see for myself. The ugly bastard was talking, stammering his way through his confession.

Luckily, his speech was so disjointed that it was dragging out the content.

“Did he mention my name?”

“Not yet. It seems he’s trying to negotiate with President Kang Emilia.”

“So his point is: ‘Do what I want, or I’ll mention the young master’s name,’ huh?”

“That’s what I believe.”

Isn’t she supposed to be smart? How did this mess happen?

If my name were mentioned on that broadcast, both Kim Dong-gi and Rainbow Miracle—including Emilia—would be completely destroyed. And not by me, but by the shadowy forces protecting and managing the chaebol families.

I handed the phone back and changed positions, lying on the bed and letting Soo-ah take the lead, riding me while I groped her chest.

“Call President Kang Emilia. Put it on speaker.”

“Yes, sir.”

Seo Eun-mi immediately made the call, and I kneaded Soo-ah’s breasts as she began to bounce on top of me.

“Moan loudly.”

“H-haaaah! Ahhh!”

She obeyed, filling the room with her loud moans as she rode me.

“It’s connected, sir.”

Seo Eun-mi brought the phone closer to my ear.

I-I’m so sorry, young master!!! This is all my fault for not handling the situation properly—

Emilia started rattling off apologies, and I let her voice blend with Soo-ah’s loud moans, enjoying the chaotic mix before speaking.

“Emilia, this is a pretty serious situation. This has gone far beyond what I expected.”

I’m so sorry. I will take care of everything. I promise, your name will never come up!

“Haaah! Ahhhh!”

“…Make sure I don’t have to handle this myself. If my name comes out of that idiot’s mouth, I can’t guarantee what happens next.”

I understand completely, young master.

The call ended.

“Contact Goryeo Prestige.”

“Yes, sir.”

I motioned for Soo-ah to quiet down, and she clamped her mouth shut, continuing to grind her hips while stifling her moans.

“It’s connected.”

Seo Eun-mi handed me the phone again.

“Keep an eye on the Rainbow Miracle stream. If my name or even a single letter from it is mentioned, shut the broadcast down immediately.”

Yes, sir. What should we do about Rainbow Miracle?

“Just keep watching for now. I have a soft spot for their president, so I’d like to give her a chance.”

Understood, sir. I’ll keep you informed.

The call ended.

Soo-ah watched me carefully, then resumed moaning softly.

“We’re coordinating with Goryeo Prestige and Rainbow Miracle. If anything important happens, come report it to me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Seo Eun-mi bowed and left the room.

The situation had taken a somewhat unexpected turn… but this was turning into quite the interesting event.

If everything goes smoothly and Kim Dong-gi’s mouth is shut without my name coming up, he’ll end up dead with nothing to gain, and Emilia will face all kinds of legal trouble due to the exposure of the sex trafficking operation.

If she’s made enough high-ranking payoffs, she’ll likely get off with a slap on the wrist. If not, or if those in power decide it’s time to cut ties, she could be facing real jail time.

In that case, I might be able to buy Emilia out of prison myself. There are plenty of ways to play this.@@novelbin@@

Even if the worst happens and Kim Dong-gi blurts out my name, Prestige is already prepared to shut down the broadcast and execute him. Rainbow Miracle will be completely destroyed, and Emilia will end up in my hands since I’ve already expressed interest in her.

And me?

Even if my full name is leaked, it won’t harm me much. Maybe I’ll get scolded by my grandfather or someone else in the family.

But in South Korea, no scandal or incident can ever truly damage a chaebol. That’s been the truth since the industrial era, and it’s only gotten more extreme in recent times.

“What do you think Emilia’s p***y tastes like?”

“Huh?”

Thrust!

“Haaah!”

I finished inside her, wondering how this would all play out.