23-77

EP.77: The Queen’s Possessiveness 

"......" 

"......" 

"......" 

A heavy silence filled the lounge. 

I was lying on the sofa, with Park Se-rin straddling me. 

At that moment, my hand was gripping Park Se-rin’s breast, and just then, Han Gyeo-ul walked in and witnessed the whole scene. 

 Gulp 

A faint murderous aura flickered in Han Gyeo-ul’s cold eyes. 

She was never one to tolerate losing her possessions, let alone to another woman. 

Now, seeing me with a woman she’d never even met, a vein bulged on her forehead. 

Even the bold Park Se-rin flinched at the icy tension. 

I quickly pushed Park Se-rin off and sprang up to clear up the misunderstanding. 

But the sly Park Se-rin, sensing the situation, clung to me from behind, smiling as if we were lovers. 

Her whisper was as seductive as a snake. 

"Aww♥︎ what’s this? You startled me by getting up so suddenly♥︎" 

 Crack 

Han Gyeo-ul’s eyes grew so cold they were almost frightening. 

But Park Se-rin didn’t back down; she pressed even closer to me, continuing her provocation. 

"Oh, a guest? I wondered what was going on♥︎" 

Panicking that Han Gyeo-ul would misunderstand, I hurried to explain. 

"W-what are you doing? We’re not like that." 

I tried to pull Park Se-rin’s arms off, but she was surprisingly strong after all, she was a professional golfer, and her grip was firm. 

"Oh my, that’s a little disappointing♥︎ We were just getting cozy." 

"W-what nonsense! Ma’am, it’s all a misunderstanding." 

"Aww, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about♥︎ Just be honest." 

Then, Park Se-rin gave me a mischievous kiss on the neck. 

Han Gyeo-ul, watching this, opened her luxury bag with an even colder expression. 

She pulled out a stiff business card and handed it over. 

"...This is who I am. And you are?" 

Surprised by Han Gyeo-ul’s calm response, Park Se-rin accepted the card, wanting to know who she was dealing with. 

But as soon as she saw the name, her face hardened she clearly knew who Han Gyeo-ul was. 

As Park Se-rin froze, Han Gyeo-ul’s expression turned imperious, her smile cold. 

"I didn’t catch your name?" 

I quickly stepped in to introduce Park Se-rin, eager to cooperate for my own safety. 

"Oh, this is Park Se-rin, a famous golfer. She’s not a parent here, just a friend of Ji-hye’s." 

Han Gyeo-ul shot me a sharp look and sighed, interrogating me. 

"You’re acting like strangers, but the atmosphere was pretty heated." 

"That’s really a misunderstanding. Today’s the first time I’ve met Se-rin. I can explain everything." 

"Hmph. We’ll talk about this later." 

Han Gyeo-ul turned her head away, then glared icily at Park Se-rin, striding over in her heels to meet her gaze directly. 

Though Park Se-rin was taller, Han Gyeo-ul’s presence was overwhelming. 

With a sly smile, Han Gyeo-ul pressed her advantage. 

"So, Se-rin. I think I’ve heard your name before." 

"......" 

"Let’s see, your father is Park Dae-hyeon, former prosecutor at the Central District. Part of Chief Prosecutor Song Min-gu’s line, right?" 

"......" 

"And as far as I know, your sponsor is our Daesung Group. Why don’t we shake hands as family? It’s a rare connection." 

Han Gyeo-ul used the word "family," but the power imbalance was obvious. 

Apparently, Han Gyeo-ul’s family was the main sponsor of Park Se-rin’s family. 

Even the bold Park Se-rin didn’t dare defy the daughter of her sponsor family. 

With a frustrated look, she grudgingly accepted Han Gyeo-ul’s handshake, her hand beneath Han Gyeo-ul’s a subtle sign of subordination. 

"...Pleasure to meet you. I never thought I’d meet someone so important here." 

With Park Se-rin subdued, Han Gyeo-ul beckoned me over with a finger, and I had no choice but to comply. 

Having easily reclaimed her "property," Han Gyeo-ul lifted her chin proudly, showing off her authority. 

Park Se-rin’s fist trembled in frustration, but Han Gyeo-ul ignored her and left, as if her business was done. 

Park Se-rin could only swallow her anger and accept reality, unable to challenge Han Gyeo-ul’s power. 

"If you have time, let’s have dinner together sometime. I’m busy today, so I’ll go first. Kang, you come with me. There’s something we need to discuss." 

Han Gyeo-ul squeezed my butt as if to flaunt her dominance. 

It stung a bit, but I knew better than to resist her pride and reputation were everything, and she wouldn’t tolerate being slighted in front of Park Se-rin. 

So I obediently followed Han Gyeo-ul out of the lounge. 

When I glanced back, Park Se-rin was watching me with a strange smile not the look of a loser, but a predatory glint of challenge. 

Startled, I activated the mind link and heard Park Se-rin’s bold inner thoughts: 

<Ha! This is fun.> 

<So, even Han Gyeo-ul was just a toy?> 

<Well, that’s actually good.> 

<It’s basically a quality guarantee.> 

<That proud woman invoked her family over a man?> 

<He must be really important to her.> 

<He’s not just a toy.> 

<She’s completely hooked.> 

<So Kang is that kind of man?> 

<If he’s really like he was in the dream, I can’t give up either.> 

<Han Gyeo-ul, that bitch.> 

<You want to keep all the good stuff to yourself?> 

<Let’s see this through to the end.> 

She was grinding her teeth with determination. 

Han Gyeo-ul, sensing her energy, spoke to me quietly: 

"Don’t worry. She’s nothing." 

"....." 

"She can try all she wants. She’ll never beat me in skill or charm." 

To Han Gyeo-ul, this wasn’t bravado it was simply the truth. 

In wealth, power, and allure, she had no rivals. 

Han Gyeo-ul led me out to her limousine, unconcerned that it was work hours her word alone could make today a holiday. 

The director, watching, didn’t stop us; if anything, he seemed glad to see us go. 

So I naturally got into the limousine with Han Gyeo-ul. 

She spoke dryly to the driver: 

"Yoon, let’s go." 

There was no need to ask where. The limousine simply glided forward. 

She stayed silent for a long time, and I waited quietly. 

Finally, Han Gyeo-ul spoke not with accusations, but with a surprisingly cute complaint. 

"Is it fun, playing with another woman?" 

I looked at her in surprise. She blushed, realizing how childish her question sounded, and looked away. 

"Did you sleep with her?" 

Her reaction made me smile. 

Maybe it was the tension, but I found her even more lovable now. 

"No, I really didn’t do anything." 

She seemed relieved, but not entirely convinced. 

I whispered to her, 

"Really. She tried to seduce me, but I wasn’t going to give in so easily." 

Han Gyeo-ul pouted. 

"...So you didn’t completely refuse her?" 

Her face clearly showed her disappointment. 

She wasn’t interrogating me she was asking for reassurance, wanting to be comforted. 

I was happy to oblige. 

They say a man’s libido spikes when he feels threatened maybe that’s why I was getting aroused. 

To think that this intimidating woman could be so cute in front of me. 

I wanted to hear her beg for affection. 

I couldn’t overpower her as a man, but I could conquer her as a male. 

And she wanted that, too. 

She wanted a man who would make her a shameless female, who would make her cry out in humiliation and pleasure. 

To her, I was the only real male she couldn’t harm me, no matter what. 

I gazed at her, and even that was enough to make her cheeks flush. 

Her once-cold eyes now sparkled with lewd anticipation. 

She waited, fidgeting, for my answer. 

I slid closer, wrapped my arm around her waist, and murmured, 

"Even if I sleep with other women... you’ll forgive me anyway, right?" 

My breath on her neck made her shiver with excitement. 

I softly stroked the back of her head, hovering close enough to kiss. 

"You were a bit sensitive today. Master was scared, you know." 

She let out a heated sigh and replied, 

"...I’m sorry, Master♥︎" 

She switched into her submissive role instantly. 

I gently caressed her inner thigh, making her squirm. 

"Then you need to be punished, don’t you, puppy?" 

 Ssshh 

My hand slipped boldly into her deepest place, making her arch her back and gaze at me with dreamy eyes. 

"...Haa♥︎ Please punish me♥︎ My pussy..." 

Her petals were already wet and glistening.