The match ended with a decisive victory—Joon-ho and Dong’s coordinated assault had overwheld their opponents, routing them in spectacular fashion that left no doubt about who dominated the virtual battlefield. Dong’s character delivered the final blow, and as the victory screen flashed across the monitors, he let out a shout of genuine triumph.
"Yes! Did you see that? Flawless execution!" Dong spun his chair around, his energy infectious, his competitive spirit thoroughly satisfied. "That’s how it’s done, brother. We make an excellent team—you with your tactical brilliance, with my aggressive playstyle. We complent each other perfectly."
Joon-ho leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. The match had been genuinely enjoyable, a reminder of why he enjoyed gaming—not just for the competition but for the camaraderie that developed when skilled players worked together toward a common goal.
"We do." Joon-ho agreed. "It’s been a while since I’ve had a partner who could keep up with my tempo."
Dong laughed, standing and stretching his arms above his head. The tension from earlier frustrations had completely evaporated, replaced by the pleasant relaxation that ca after a well-earned victory.
"And to think I was getting my ass handed to before you arrived." He shook his head, amused by his own earlier irritation. "I should know better than to play ranked matches solo. It always ends in disaster."
He pressed a button on the intercom system, summoning the household staff with a brief instruction. "Bring refreshnts to the ga room. Sothing light—fruit, cheese, perhaps so champagne. And have it delivered quickly."
The response was imdiate, and within minutes, a maid arrived with a silver tray laden with an assortnt of gourt snacks and a chilled bottle of premium champagne. The service was impeccable, as was everything in this household, and Dong poured them both glasses before settling back into his chair with a contented sigh.
"Now that we’ve secured our victory and restored my honor," Dong raised his glass in a mock toast, "perhaps you can tell what you really ca to discuss. You ntioned having sothing to show —sothing you thought I’d find interesting."
Joon-ho accepted the glass, taking a asured sip before responding. He’d been waiting for the right mont to introduce the topic, and now seed as good a ti as any.
"The video." Joon-ho set down his glass, reaching for his phone and unlocking it. "The evidence I ntioned earlier. I think you’ll find it illuminating."
He navigated to the file Su-bin had provided and began the playback, positioning the phone so Dong could view the screen clearly. The video started as he rembered—crisp visuals capturing the couple in the hotel room, the woman’s identity unmistakable as Kang-hoon’s wife.
Dong’s initial reaction was mild curiosity, but as the video progressed and the conversation turned to business matters, his expression shifted from interest to focused attention. He watched silently, absorbing the information, his eyes narrowing as the implications beca clear.
When the video concluded, Joon-ho set down the phone, allowing a mont of silence for Dong to process what he’d seen.
"That’s Kang-hoon’s wife." Dong observed, his voice tight with controlled anger. "Lee Mi-kyung. I’ve t her multiple tis at social functions—always the perfect picture of the devoted wife, the supportive partner to a hardworking man. And here she is, fucking one of the Baek family’s mid-level executives and spilling sensitive information about my family’s investnts."
He took a long drink of champagne, as if trying to wash away the unpleasant taste of betrayal. "Kang-hoon has been with for years, handled my private investnts, been privy to information that most people in my position wouldn’t share with anyone. I trusted him, and by extension, I trusted his wife. This..." He gestured vaguely at the phone, his hand trembling slightly with suppressed emotion. "This is a slap in the face."
He looked at Joon-ho, his expression hard. "I’ll deal with Kang-hoon. He’ll wish he’d never been born when I’m through with him. Financial ruin, exile from every business circle in Seoul—I’ll make sure he never works in this city again. And his wife... she’ll regret the day she decided to spread her legs for a Baek family mber while married to my most trusted employee."
Joon-ho remained silent for a mont, allowing Dong to vent his anger before offering a different perspective. He knew Dong well enough to understand that his competitive, aggressive nature would naturally lean toward brute force solutions—but there were more subtle, more effective ways to handle this situation.
"Kang-hoon isn’t the problem here." Joon-ho observed calmly. "Or rather, he’s not the main problem. Yes, he needs to be dealt with, but the real issue is his wife—and what she represents."
Dong’s eyebrows rose, his curiosity overriding his anger for the mont. "Explain."
"Think about it." Joon-ho leaned forward slightly. "Mi-kyung is the one with the information, the one who’s been sharing details about your family’s plans. Kang-hoon may have given her access through his work, but she’s the one choosing to use it. And that makes her valuable—not just as a target, but as a tool."
He paused, letting the idea develop before continuing. "We don’t just have to punish her, Brother Dong. We can use her. If she’s willing to talk to her lover about your family’s business, she might be willing to talk to others as well—with the right encouragent, of course. We could feed her false information,让她 pass it along to the Baek family, mislead them about your actual plans. Turn a liability into an asset."
Dong absorbed this, his expression thoughtful as the possibilities unfolded. The anger was still there, simring beneath the surface, but it was being channeled into sothing more calculated.
"Use her to feed disinformation." He repeated the phrase, testing its weight. "That’s... actually brilliant. I hadn’t considered it. I was too focused on punishnt, on making them pay for their betrayal. But using Mi-kyung as a conduit for false information—it’s elegant, it’s strategic, and it potentially does more damage to the Baek family than any direct confrontation could."
He nodded slowly, his admiration for Joon-ho growing. "You really are different from most people I know. When I’m angry, I want to smash things, to break my enemies with overwhelming force. You think three steps ahead, looking for ways to turn disadvantages into advantages. It’s a valuable quality—especially in the kind of business we’re in."
He took another drink of champagne, considering the logistics of Joon-ho’s suggestion. "So we don’t imdiately expose Mi-kyung’s affair. We don’t cut off Kang-hoon yet. Instead, we maintain the appearance of business as usual while quietly preparing Mi-kyung to beco our unwitting double agent. Is that what you’re proposing?"
"Exactly." Joon-ho confird. "We approach her—perhaps through her lover, perhaps directly—offer her sothing she wants, sothing that motivates her cooperation. Then we carefully feed her information that seems credible but leads the Baek family in the wrong direction. They make decisions based on false intelligence, we make our actual moves elsewhere, and by the ti they realize what’s happened, the advantage is ours."
Dong’s smile returned, sharp and predatory. "I like it. I like it a lot. It suits my style better than I initially thought—still aggressive, still aiming to crush the opposition, but doing it with precision rather than brute force. You’re full of surprises, brother."
They discussed the specifics for several more minutes, outlining how the operation might work, identifying potential approaches, and generally solidifying the plan. By the ti they’d finished, Dong was genuinely enthusiastic about the project, his earlier anger transford into focused determination.
"You’ve given a lot to think about." Dong acknowledged, setting down his empty glass. "And I suspect you have more to discuss beyond this particular operation. But before we continue, perhaps we should check on our companions. I have a feeling they might be wondering if we’ve forgotten them entirely."
As if on cue, soft footsteps approached from the staircase. Chae-won descended first, moving with the sa effortless grace she’d demonstrated earlier. She was now dressed in elegant loungewear—a silk camisole and matching pants that were comfortable yet undeniably stylish, her hair loosely pinned back, her face touched with subtle makeup that enhanced her natural beauty.
But it was Yurin who followed her who truly captured attention.
The transformation was remarkable. Yurin had always been beautiful, but now she was stunning—her hair had been styled to fra her face perfectly, her makeup accentuated her features without overpowering them, and the dress she wore was nothing short of magnificent. It was one of Chae-won’s creations, a midnight-blue silk dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, with a daring neckline that showcased her breasts to full advantage and a slit up the side that revealed her legs with every step.
The color brought out the warmth in her skin, the style emphasized her natural assets, and the overall effect was a woman who knew she was beautiful and wasn’t afraid to show it. Yurin moved with a new confidence, her posture straighter, her expression more assured, as if the process of being "dolled up" had done more than just change her appearance—it had shifted sothing inside her as well.
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