“Ugh, it stings.”

    After thoroughly ravaging the insolent Emilia’s pussy and leaving her half-unconscious, I headed to the lounge on the 8th floor.

    I must have cum inside her at least four times—it was quite a workout.

    My cock was still throbbing and aching, making it difficult to move around.

    But still, I was satisfied with how I had played.

    Emilia, that sly cockhouse of mine.

    Ah, just thinking about it makes me want to fuck her again.

    “You’ve arrived, Representative.”

    The lounge was quite busy.

    It was filled with employees from Rainbow Miracle, my secretaries, and the trainees, so that was understandable.

    I lazily plopped down on the sofa, and Soo-ah approached me.

    “Here is the finalized contract. It will go into effect as soon as you approve it.”

    I glanced over the document she handed me.

    It was a simple transfer contract, with the terms Kim Dong-gi had tampered with removed.

    I signed it and handed it back to her.

    “Uh... what about President Emilia?”

    Emilia’s secretary asked cautiously.

    I had come down alone while leaving Emilia upstairs, so she was clearly concerned.

    But surely she could guess, right?

    “She said she had work to do, so I left her in the president’s office.”

    “O-okay.”

    Just then, I felt a little discomfort, so I adjusted my crotch.

    Whatever the secretary was thinking, her face darkened.

    Was it because I had spread my legs so openly?

    “What time is it now?”

    “It’s 1:21 PM, Representative.”

    “Looks like I missed lunch.”

    I must have spent too much time feasting on Emilia’s pussy.

    “I’m too lazy to move. Eun-mi.”

    “Yes, Doryeon-nim?”

    “Order me a hamburger set or something.”

    “Understood.”

    “Oh, wait. You guys haven’t eaten either, have you?”

    Since I was busy fucking on the 10th floor, I doubted they had had a chance to eat.

    “Order for everyone.”

    “Yes, Doryeon-nim.”

    While Seo Eun-mi worked on the phone, ordering the food, I snapped my fingers at the trainees who were standing around awkwardly.

    Startled, they hesitantly got up.

    “Come stand here in a line.”

    “...”

    The four trainees, who now belonged to me, stood nervously in front of me.

    They were still trainees, so apart from their faces, they didn’t stand out much yet.

    They all had black hair and curvy bodies that looked appetizing.

    Their outfits—tank tops and dolphin shorts—were certainly a feast for the eyes.

    “Show me the dance you’ve been practicing. I want to see it.”

    “Huh? H-here, right now?”

    “Yes, here. What’s the song they’ve been practicing? Play it.”

    “...Just a moment.”

    The secretary, who seemed sympathetic toward the trainees, started playing the song from her phone.

    Despite being a portable device, the sound was surprisingly loud.

    “Ah...”

    But the trainees still looked dazed, like their minds were somewhere else.

    “What are you waiting for? Aren’t you supposed to be preparing to be idols? Dance.”

    “Ugh...”

    “Even if you charged each inmate 50 million won annually, it would still result in a deficit. Raising the price could improve the margins, but that would require upgrading the facility and bringing in private contractors...”

    “In short, it’s not profitable.”

    “Yes.”

    There might be some profit, but it wasn’t worth the significant investment.

    “What about government support?”

    “Except for the crime-ridden area of Incheon, the only benefit is tax exemptions.”

    “What about Incheon?”

    “In addition to tax exemptions, you’d receive around 15 million won per inmate. However, considering Incheon’s high land prices and labor costs, it’s hardly worth it.”

    “Hmm.”

    Incheon was larger than Seoul and housed 30 million people, counting only those with nationality.

    Most of the land had already been developed, except for areas overrun by gangs.

    Naturally, building a large-scale facility like a prison was out of the question.

    ‘It would be perfect to build on the land occupied by those gangsters...’

    If I took over those gang-occupied areas, the land would essentially be free(?).

    And by assigning the captured gang members as guards, I could get free(?) labor too.

    ‘Besides, I’m not buying the prison for profit. It’s meant to be a slave camp and a base for my private army.’

    It tied into my plans for raising celebrities.

    By using celebrity protection as an excuse, I could pack the place with cyborg-enhanced, weaponized people.

    And by operating the prison, I could fill it with highly skilled female criminals.

    ‘The drugs I obtained from that underground lab could be manufactured and distributed from the prison too.’

    With the rights to run a correctional facility and some limited law enforcement and arrest powers, combined with my status as the third-generation chaebol heir, no one except the Goryeo Group’s owner family could touch my prison.

    ‘If I throw some scraps her way and let Soo-ah manage it, she’ll be satisfied too.’

    I glanced at Soo-ah, who was smiling faintly.

    She had given herself to me in the hope of a better future, but so far, she hadn’t received much in return.

    Of course, it had only been three days, but humans live on hope, so it was reasonable to show her some plans.

    “For now, set up a legal entity and draw up plans for a women’s prison, with a capacity for about 500 inmates. We’ll use that stuff at my place as the main supply hub.”

    “...! Y-yes, understood. What area should we consider?”

    “Find a place where we can clear out the gangs and take over their territory.”

    “I’ll look into it.”

    “Good.”

    “Doryeon-nim, your meal has arrived.”

    Right on time, the burgers had been delivered.

    Seo Eun-mi and Emilia’s secretary left the lounge, and I turned my attention to the trainees, who were still dancing.

    “Huff, huff...”

    They were all drenched in sweat and exhausted.

    I grabbed the secretary’s phone and turned off the music.

    “You did well.”

    “Huff... huff...”

    “Now you’re starting to look sexy.”

    “...?”

    Despite their cute faces, their sweat-soaked appearances were starting to radiate a certain sensuality.

    “Raise your arms. Lock your hands behind your head.”

    “Y-yes?”

    “Don’t talk back, just do it.”

    “A-alright...”

    The trainees lifted their arms.

    Their sweaty armpits were exposed, making my cock twitch in excitement.

    “That’s what I mean by sexy—pheromones. Remember that.”

    “....”

    “Keep standing like that. You need to let those pheromones sink into your bodies.”

    “A-ah...”

    Of course, there’s no such thing.

    I just wanted to enjoy the view of their armpits.