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As the cute, petite-faced secretary saw her reflection in the mirror, she turned her head.

“Boss.”

On her chest were boldly written labels: “[Boss Exclusive]” and “[Semen Collector],” with erect nipples protruding. And then –

“You can come out now.”

“Aaah.”

With a mix of coquettish moans, a large amount of semen flowed out from her vagina and splattered onto the floor.

“Let everything inside come out too.”

“Hmm.”

Just when it seemed like everything had come out, she exerted more force, and another spurt of semen gushed out.

“Right.”

“This isn’t unrelated to preparing for clinical trials, Boss.”

“It is related. There must be couples who engage in this kind of play. In embarrassing and shameful situations, the efficacy of semen could change, so naturally, we need to try it.”

“You’re just doing what you want with me, Boss.”

“I won’t deny that part. Seems like everything’s out.”

Now, clear vaginal fluid was trickling thinly from the moist vagina.

“Shall I go down?”

Hanseok slowly lowered the secretary to the floor. He removed the plug from her anus.

“Ugh.”

The secretary clenched between her buttocks.

“Let’s end here today and leave early. We’ll get serious starting tomorrow.”

“Is it over?”

“Why?”

“Aren’t you going to do more?”

Hanseok shook his erect penis.

“Do you really want me to use this? We don’t necessarily have to do it for work today, right?”

“Is that so? Then I’ll rest too.”

Semen was dripping down the secretary’s thighs.

“If you want me to do it regardless of work, just ask anytime.”

Hanseok said as he dressed.

“Well…”

The secretary hesitated, clasping her hands.

“Yes?”

“To be honest, if you set things up like this and then don’t follow through, it’s not right.”

“But we’ve done all the work for today. Secretary Kim, fill your vagina with semen and stay for over an hour. You did very well today. Well, I understand if you want to beg me to finish like a dog. But enduring is also part of the clinical process. For practice, try to endure a bit today.”

“I don’t want to finish like a dog. I just-”

“Go home early today and rest.”

“…Yes. Then I’ll leave.”

The secretary put on her clothes with a defeated expression and left the office.

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Ajin lingered at the door leading to the rooftop.

“If you need meals provided, feel free to come by. It’s nothing strange; it’s an ‘office job’ after all.”

With bruises and scratches on her face, she mumbled while biting her nails.

“He told me to come, but how am I supposed to find him?”

Ajin was late for the part-time job she got through Hanseok.

“Don’t leave now, Ajin. I’ll pay you for today’s work.”

“…Okay.”

It was understandable.

Although it was her first time being late, the convenience store where she worked had been frequented by the bullies she used to hang out with in high school until recently, causing a commotion whenever she visited.

The store manager already wanted to fire her, and now he had a reason.

That same day, Ajin was beaten by her father after coming home drunk.

“I’m like this because of you. I was poor when I was young.”

Whether he pitied or cursed her, it was up to him. He had money, so he was giving it to her.

Suddenly, his voice rang out.

For the first time, she stood up to her father.

“You bastard!”

“Aargh!”

She was hit more than usual.

She almost passed out and woke up in the morning.

“I was wrong. It was my fault, Ajin.”

Rejecting Kang Jaehoon’s plea, she left the house.

She spent a few days in a jjimjilbang with the 100,000 won he had given her.

During the day, she went to the officetel where she met Hanseok every day and waited for hours.

Her money was running out quickly.

“This is annoying.”

She sat crouched in front of the rooftop door, muttering to herself.

There was a puddle on the floor as if someone had spilled water.

“Ah, jeez.”

Having observed it for days, Ahjin suddenly felt bothered and went up to the rooftop to clean.

“Huh?”

A business card was wedged in the cleaning room’s door.

[DB Pharmaceuticals CEO Lee Han-seok]

‘DB Pharmaceuticals…? Is this person’s business card?’

Time was all she had to spare anyway.

Searching DB Pharmaceuticals on her phone yielded no website or community mentions.

However, the map app pinpointed the location of DB Pharmaceuticals.

‘In Gangnam.’

After wiping the floor puddle with a dry mop, Ahjin headed towards DB Pharmaceuticals.

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Baekjin Bank Gangnam Branch.

Handongjin was lost in deep thought.

‘Hakyeong-sik committed suicide. After following Hansuk that day, there was no news until the funeral notice came. I heard he suddenly lost all his assets due to a coin crash…’

He fidgeted with his phone.

‘Should I call Hansuk? I was the only witness.’

He dialed [Lee Hansuk].

Hansuk’s voice came through immediately.

“Hey, Dongjin.”

“What’s up?”

“Dongjin, I distinctly said we shouldn’t meet again. Did that sound like an okay to call?”

“…”

“You bastard. I only want to hear about condolences from you guys.”

Handongjin swallowed hard.

It wasn’t the Hansuk from high school. He had grown bigger and muscular over the years, for reasons unknown.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to ask if you heard about Kyung-sik’s funeral?”

“Oh. He passed away? Aren’t you going to attend?”

Handongjin became certain.

‘This guy isn’t just some facility manager. He’s hiding something. What did he do to Kyungseok’s coins? Should I hire a detective, even if it costs money?’

Then, Hansuk spoke.

“Dongjin.”

“…”

The branch office was quiet.

“I can hear marbles rolling all the way here.”

“What-”

“Don’t try to tail me.”

Handongjin gulped. His hand holding the phone trembled.

“You’ve already-”

And then the call abruptly ended.

Cold sweat broke out on Handongjin’s back.

“He’s watching me by assigning someone?”

Not completing the sentence with “I’ve already assigned someone to you” was probably to avoid saying it on record.

He got up from his chair and paced around the branch office.

‘What should I do? What should I do? One of the employees? The old man fixing the electricity? Who is it?’

He was just starting to make a name for himself on economic panels and YouTube.

‘What if Yuna gets affected too?’

Should he inform the others? Can Jongman help?

Ping!

His phone rang.

There was a message on the messenger.

“You seem quite surprised. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you.”

“Just stay quiet.”

Why am I the only one not being bothered? He was about to type, but another message came.

“I bought beef for you.”

Sweat dripped from Handongjin’s forehead.

His thoughts were completely transparent.

He slumped onto the couch.

Don’t tell the kids. They might be watching others besides me.

‘I said I wouldn’t interfere, but if I get played, it could backfire.’

But this guy, Hansuk. You can’t live anxiously with this threat forever.

‘Is there no solution? Ah!’

Suddenly, he remembered and checked his phone contacts.

“An Seong-cheol.”

Since high school, An Seong-cheol had despised Hansuk intensely.

‘Maybe I can easily solve this.’

However, he hesitated to call lightly with that name in mind.

Suddenly, his daughter Yuna’s smiling face flashed before him.

He ultimately pressed “Call.”

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An Seong-cheol walked down the long corridor with his secretary.

Upon reaching the large door that opened on both sides, the secretary knocked precisely once.

“Come in.”

A robust voice could be heard from inside.

The secretary opened the door, and An Sungchul entered.

Chairman Ahn Byeongguk was seated naked on a sofa in the middle of the spacious room.

Wrinkles on his aging face and layers of fat around his belly.

Despite being in his 80s, he appeared to be in his 50s. This was the result of BD200 at the age of 70.

If BD had been developed earlier, making him take it in his 20s, he would likely have the physique of someone in their mid-30s even at 80.

On each side of him, young beauties with smooth bodies were taking turns sucking the chairman’s erect penis.

“Sungchul is here? Sit down.”

“Yes.”

“You, go over there.”

The chairman playfully smacked the buttocks of an idol whose hips had caught his attention.

“Excuse me.”

The naked idol approached Sungchul on the sofa and undid his pants.

“What brings you here?”

“Just checking on your health.”

“When will your old man die? You came to confirm that, right? I have four sons, and each one is anxiously waiting for me to kick the bucket.”

“That’s not true. You still have about 200 years left.”

“You must have taken BD early; you look like you’re just in your late 30s now.”

“Take care of your health. Exercise as well.”

The idol stripped Sungchul of his clothes. She promptly straddled him, spreading her vagina and inserting his erect penis.

Ahn Byeongguk spoke up.

“Did you inherit nagging from your deceased mother? Are you still exercising?”

He took a plastic container with white pills from a drawer next to the sofa and tossed it to Sungchul.

It was EX69.

Sungchul swallowed one pill from the container he received.

The women straddling the thighs of the father and son began to sway their hips.

While sucking on the idol’s nipple, Sungchul spoke.

“She’s fine. Can I take her with me?”

“Sure. Just don’t mess her up like last time with your brothers.”

“Will she endure it?”

“If not, don’t take her. She’s someone I’ve recently taken a liking to.”

“It’s a joke, Father.”

Ahn Byeongguk said, “How’s Cheonseong Bio?”

“The growth rate is being maintained.”

“If there’s no change, it’ll decline. Sungchul.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“We need to create something like BD too. Beyond BD200 to 300, 500, 800. Maybe even immortality. There’s still no progress.”

“With current technology, it seems challenging.”

“Sungchul.”

After sucking on the idol’s nipple and then responding belatedly, Sungchul said, “Yes.”

“I’m 80, so roughly I have about 200 years of life left.”

“Yes. If you manage your health, you can live up to 300.”

“You fool.”

“…”

“That’s not the point. It’s about grasping the essence.

Why are you so obsessed with things like BD when this father has about 200 years left?”

“Because bio is the future. For the future of Cheonseong Group…”

“Tsk tsk. How come all four siblings don’t understand their father’s intentions? Huh?”

“If you tell me, I will listen.”

Sungchul felt a sense of frustration.

The idol immediately got off Sungchul and started sucking his penis.

“Enough. Bring me the answer within half a month.

If you, Sungchul, can’t find the answer, one of the remaining three will get the holding company because they know how to provide the right answer.”

“…”

At that moment, the phone rang.

Sungchul took out his phone from the discarded pants.

“Sorry.”

“Answer it. It’s work-related. Hey, you go there, and you come back here.”

The women switched positions.

Sungchul checked his phone.

[Hanhongjin, Baekjinhaeng Bank, Gangnam Branch, Cheonseong High]

“Tsk.”

He clicked his tongue and answered the call.

“Why?”

[Sungchul, it’s Dongjin.]

“I picked up the call, didn’t I? Just tell me the purpose.”

“Sorry for calling suddenly. It’s not about anything else; Han Seok has appeared.”

“…Oh? What’s he up to?”

There is a building electrical facility management. He was doing that. But something seemed off.

“Just get to the point.”

An Byeong-guk had an idol lying on the floor like a dog, thrusting his genitals.

“Ah, Chairman-nim.”

“Shut up, you bastard. Can’t you see I’m on the phone?”

Han Dong-jin paused for a moment before continuing.

“It seemed like he was hiding something. Like he was trying to get revenge.”

“You bastard.”

An Seong-cheol muttered under his breath.

“Did you call because of that? Seriously? What does that guy have to do with me?”

Already troubled from work and just having been scolded by the chairman, Han Dong-jin felt uneasy.

“Sorry… I thought you’d be curious…”

“You bastard. If you call me with this crap again, you’re dead. Your daughter’s ads will all be cut off. Got it?”

“Sorry. Really sorry. I won’t call ag-”

Click.

An Seong-cheol hung up the phone and threw it on one side of the sofa.

An Byeong-guk spoke.

“Is he your friend? The guy who became Han Yuna’s father?”

“…Yes. I’m sorry. I raised my voice.”

“I want to try Han Yuna once. He must have made a lot of money, getting BD200, right? So offering BD40 won’t work.”

Without bothering to respond, An Seong-cheol told the woman on top.

“Come down and take it in your mouth since you asked for rice.”

“Yes.”

The woman came down and took An Seong-cheol’s semen in her mouth.

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Kang Ah-jin, who was looking at her phone, glanced up at the tall building.

“DB Pharmaceuticals. Lee Han-seok.”

She entered the building.