Riser
patreon
21-87
🕑 Added 2025-04-27 01:03:15 +0000 UTCChapter 87: Kwak Young-cheol's New Business Plan
"Now get out, you retard."
"Yes... thank you, boss."
"Good, hehehe... come back tomorrow."
"Yes..."
Kwak Young-cheol sat languidly with his penis still exposed after sending the woman away.
"Who was that, boss?"
"That retard? Hehehe..."
Upon joining this new company, Na-yeon had to follow one rule.
Within the company, she must strictly use the title "boss" and speak formally.
She had to treat him as a strict employer now, not as a senior brother.
"She's a drug addict who couldn't pay her debt. I'm setting her up as a nude broadcast BJ."
"Ah... I, I don't want to take drugs."
"Don't worry, I won't give you any. You're a slut who would do gangbangs even without drugs, hehehe. Drugs would be wasted on you, hehe."
"Tsk..."
As Kwak Young-cheol was talking with Na-yeon, he checked his watch and gestured.
"We'll be hosting someone for lunch, so you need to entertain him properly."
"Who are we meeting today?"
"An investor. Mr. Kim. He invested 500 million won in our company, so we really need to treat him well."
"Ah, yes."
Of course, Na-yeon's ignorant brain couldn't understand what kind of 'investment' was coming into this company.
Because...
She still wasn't entirely sure what this company did.
"You can do well, right?"
"That's my specialty, isn't it?"
"Right. That's why our Na-yeon gets such a high salary."
Well.
Actually, it didn't matter what the company did.
Na-yeon was just Kwak Young-cheol's personal prostitute.
She just had to spread her legs when told to and take it when told to.
Lunchtime.
A private room at "Pungjeong," an upscale traditional Korean restaurant reserved by Kwak Young-cheol.
Finally, the "investor" they were meeting today opened the door and entered.
"Oh my. Mr. Kim. I'm sorry for asking you to come during your busy schedule."
"No need to apologize. You're buying me a meal, haha."
A bald man in his 50s wearing hiking clothes, unable to hide his excitement from the moment he entered.
Having apparently already heard from Kwak Young-cheol, he was busy glancing at Na-yeon, who stood demurely beside Kwak Young-cheol.
Noticing his gaze, Kwak Young-cheol smirked and grabbed Na-yeon's buttocks, pushing her forward.
"Hey, greet our company's investor."
"Hello, sir. I'm Seo Na-yeon, Executive Secretary to President Kwak Young-cheol. I'll serve you wholeheartedly today."
Though dressed in office attire, Na-yeon's attitude was more like that of a room salon hostess or gisaeng.
Moreover, seeing Na-yeon's incredible figure and face that couldn't be hidden by clothes, the "investor's" mouth gaped open.
"Wow. I've heard 'rumors'... haha, this is amazing... ah, I mean, you're beautiful, haha."
"Oh. What rumors have you heard?"
"Hahaha... well, good~ rumors. Hahaha. They say after receiving 'entertainment' in President Kwak's office, one feels completely rejuvenated?"
"Oh my, the rumors have spread that far already. Let's sit down first. The food here is very refined and delicious."
As Mr. Kim sat down, Kwak Young-cheol sat across from him, and Na-yeon was made to sit right next to Mr. Kim.
"Today, you need to serve Mr. Kim just like you serve me, right by his side. Understood?"
"Yes, boss."
"No, President Kwak, don't pressure her like that."
"Hahaha. Sir, you can treat her roughly. No need to be polite. I've specially trained her for half a year, and she can handle pretty much anything. Hehe. Right, Na-yeon?"
"Ah, yes of course. Sir~ Please treat me as your girlfriend today and handle me as you wish."
Na-yeon, following Kwak Young-cheol's eye signal, grabbed the old Mr. Kim's arm and acted coquettishly like a room salon hostess.
Na-yeon's breasts touched Mr. Kim's arm. The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra under her clothes made it more stimulating.
"Hmm... is that so?"
But Mr. Kim still appeared cautious.
Well, in this society, getting caught up in sexual matters could easily lead to ruin.
However, Kwak Young-cheol demonstrated to break down Mr. Kim's barriers.
"Haha. Na-yeon. Stand up."
"Yes, boss..."
"Lift your skirt."
"Oh... that's embarrassing..."
Despite her words, she obediently pulled up her short H-line skirt, revealing Na-yeon's large, moon-like buttocks.
Even in a sealed private room without employees... such behavior in a public place?
Mr. Kim, unaccustomed to such things, waved his hands in embarrassment, but his eyes kept returning to Na-yeon's large buttocks.
"Ah, not here?"
"Hehe. She's always like this."
"My goodness..."
Kim Myung-un, the 52-year-old president of a small construction company called Gwangjin Construction, had been feeling down lately.
Growing the company further was beyond his abilities.
Plus, the construction industry itself was in a recession.
His children were already grown up and no longer cute,
and his wife, at 50, was too much trouble to even be around, let alone have sex with.
So, at his late age, he belatedly fell into entertainment.
For money, prostitutes much firmer and younger than his aged wife would give their all.
Then one day, he coincidentally became acquainted with Kwak Young-cheol, a room salon owner, through an acquaintance, and learned that he was quite a skillful wealthy person, and that his father was a big gangster involved in illegal businesses.
He received an investment proposal from Kwak Young-cheol.
It was an online broadcasting business,
specifically, a specialized entertainment company managing adult BJs.
After hearing Kwak Young-cheol's explanation, he was tempted and promised to invest while drunk, but he was still considering whether to actually follow through...
Having come out due to Kwak Young-cheol's persuasion to supplement the business explanation while being entertained with lunch, he suddenly found himself dining with such a beauty right beside him.
"So, you see. My lending company, YC Capital, right? Through this, we can easily obtain information about young women. These girls all have weaknesses and lots of debt, so we invest in some plastic surgery for them, send them to broadcast with high-level content, and boom! The star balloons start pouring in!"
"Ah, I see... that makes sense."
"And we also accept money laundering requests. This works as a laundering route too. You must have some dirty money too, right? Especially these days, those Excel broadcasts are trending, right? If you put money in there and cycle it once, it can be completely laundered."
"What? Haha... well..."
"That dirty money can be completely laundered through star balloon exchange. There will be some fees, of course. And it can also serve as a bait role. What do you think?"
"Hmm... is this online adult broadcasting business that large in scale?"
"Of course. There's Melon TV, right? The S-class star prostitutes there easily earn hundreds of millions a month. That's billions a year. Plus, once these girls broadcast once and gain a premium, we can also arrange sponsors. How about it? Worth investing, right?"
"Haha..."
The business Kwak Young-cheol was trying to grow wasn't just used car sales.
Securing personal information of women in debt through the lending company. YC Entertainment signs exclusive contracts with them.
Among them, women with lots of debt or weaknesses, and decent faces or bodies, are deployed as online adult broadcast BJs.
Not only can they collect star balloon revenue and take commissions, but it's also killing two birds with one stone.
Since there are many star balloons exchanged in the broadcast, they can launder suspicious money without raising suspicion and also serve as bait to induce more star balloons.
They can make money through the money laundering business, and when the BJs they put on adult broadcasts gain recognition, they can connect them to various wealthy people for sponsorship or high-priced prostitution, earning more commission fees.
In short, it's a 21st-century hyper female trade.
"Then, have you secured these female BJs?"
"Of course. Among existing BJs, there are those who have become debtors to our lending company or whose debts we've acquired... and we're also discovering new talents. We've already secured 10 people."
"Do young women have that much debt?"
"Sigh. You'd be surprised how wastefully these sluts live. Hey, secretary. How much debt do you have?"
The spark suddenly fell on Na-yeon, who was earnestly eating the well-prepared traditional Korean meal beside them.
"Yes...? My credit card debt... about 15 million won?"
"See? Relying on just a pretty face and spending recklessly, even if I give her a lot of money, it's not enough. I pay her nearly 10 million won in salary alone."
"Haha... young lady indeed... how about I give you some pocket money?"
President Kim Myung-un touched Na-yeon's thigh with a sly smile.
"Really? Oh my. I'd be grateful for any pocket money~~"
Na-yeon, who had become a worn-out hostess, didn't show any displeasure at all and naturally rubbed against President Kim's arm, subtly leaning her body against him.
Kim Myung-un's face immediately turned red.
His thoughts, already leaning that way, tilted rapidly toward a positive investment direction as Na-yeon rubbed against him with her soft body.
As the atmosphere ripened...
Kwak Young-cheol smiled slyly and said:
"So... can I take that as a positive response?"
"Of course. Haha. I'll make a big investment in the twilight of my life."
"Great... then, I'll wait outside for a while."
"...What? Suddenly what...?"
"Haha. I can tell you've been getting excited. Hehe... Na-yeon will take care of you, so just trust and leave it to her."
"What...?"
"By the way, the employees won't come around for about an hour, hehehe. Enjoy yourself at leisure."
As Kwak Young-cheol said this and left, a flustered but expectant red-faced Kim Myung-un and Na-yeon were left alone in the room.
"Oh my. Sir... is this your first time in a restaurant?"
"Huh? Well..."
"You're so cute, hoho!"
Regardless of Kim Myung-un's confusion, Na-yeon's hand was already heading toward his crotch, which was bulging like a tent.
Her moist lips briefly bit his ear, and her sticky voice shook his heart.
"You knew all along, didn't you? Huh? You said you heard rumors..."
"B-but doing it in a restaurant is a bit..."
"Come on. Isn't it more stimulating?"
Ziiiip.
As soon as the zipper opened, a middle-aged penis popped out. Na-yeon lifted her short skirt and straddled his knees.
"I'll serve you to the best of my ability, sir..."
"Huk... huk"
For Kim Myung-un, this was the most excited he had been in nearly 10 years, or perhaps his entire life.
