Chapter 1417

<Chapter 1417> 1417. The Academy’s Savior

I rose from the bed and turned my body away, heading out of the room with no trace of hesitation.

“Ahhh, no way!”

Choi Jung-hwa urgently grabbed my wrist. I curled my lips into a mocking sneer. I knew Choi Jung-hwa would try to stop me. After all, her daughter Choi Da-yeon and the Geumhwa Group are her entire life. Even if this incident doesn’t bring down the Geumhwa Group, Choi Da-yeon will definitely be crushed. As a mother, she wouldn’t want to see her daughter fall apart, right?

From the start, unless Choi Jung-hwa truly abandons her daughter, this situation was already set for my victory.

“Stopping me means you’re accepting my proposal, right?”

“Is… is there anything else you want? If it’s something I can do, I’ll do it. I can grant most requests.”

“The thing I proposed? That’s also something you can do. Though, if you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”

I shrugged off Choi Jung-hwa’s arm and gripped the doorknob. She grabbed my shoulder again.

“Alright! I’ll do it! I’ll follow whatever you say! Just… please leave Da-yeon alone. That’s the condition!”

“You should’ve done this earlier… we wasted so much time.”

I confidently returned to the bed and sat down. Choi Jung-hwa bit her lip tightly, her face clearly showing her frustration. I pointed at the chair in front of the bed with my finger. She sat down.

“Can I trust your words?”

“What words?”

“…If I follow exactly what’s in the pictures, you’ll delete Da-yeon’s photos, right?”

“Of course. If you really can’t trust me, shall we draft a contract with lawyers present? It’s funny to write contracts for things like this, but…”

“No need for a contract. What kind of proper work needs a contract?”

“It’ll end up being a contract we can’t show others, huh. Hehe.”

Laughter started bubbling out because everything was going perfectly.

‘This plan is working way too well.’

Before making the plan, I scurried around trying to gather information on Choi Jung-hwa. With money, getting information was easy, especially since Choi Jung-hwa herself is already quite famous.

“Choi Jung-hwa cherishes her daughter deeply. To an almost disturbing degree.”

That point is similar to Sung Ha-ri.

The reason Choi Jung-hwa joined the parent-teacher association was for Choi Da-yeon, and the reason she came to this Japanese Arashi Academy was also for her daughter Choi Da-yeon.

“In the original story, it wasn’t this extreme… maybe she’s been influenced by Sung Ha-ri.”

Anyway, the conclusion is clear: Choi Jung-hwa treasures her daughter Choi Da-yeon immensely. Then what about her husband, another family member?

“She lives in a palace-like house with him, but her husband spends more than half the year overseas. It was a strategic marriage, and there are no rumors of them having marital bliss.”

Choi Jung-hwa’s husband also comes from a wealthy family. At the time of their marriage, his family ranked around 10th in the business world, but now they don’t even make the top 100.

There’s an enormous gap between what Choi Jung-hwa and her husband possess. This alone is enough for Choi Jung-hwa to hold the upper hand in their relationship…

Her husband’s family even owes debts to the Geumhwa Group.

“Choi Jung-hwa has absolute power in this marriage.”


The husband of Hwa would probably have a hard time even starting a conversation with Choi Jeong-hwa. I can guarantee it.

“Relationship’s at its worst. It’s a political marriage, so they probably haven’t had proper sex yet. Heh. This is such a great situation.”

The plan was flawless. Choi Jeong-hwa’s reactions were exactly as planned. And there wouldn’t be any variables until the end of the plan.

“I’ve done this kind of thing more times than I can count. No variables here. Choi Jeong-hwa, you’re already mine.”

I fiddled with my smartphone and found one of Choi Da-yeon’s pictures.

“Auntie, since it’s our first time, let’s start with something easy. Consider this me giving you special treatment.”

“…Fine. If I follow the picture perfectly, you’ll delete the backup photos.”

“Yeah, got it. I’ll delete them.”

“How can I possibly trust you…”

“Ah, come on! Auntie! If you don’t want to do it, then don’t! This is a deal between you and me. You gotta trust me, and I gotta trust you. That’s how deals work, right? So trust me for once. The more you trust me, the more I’ll trust you. Let’s just cooperate and we can part ways beautifully afterward.”

“…This is my final trust in you.”

“Alright. So stop being annoying… this picture looks good.”

I held up the smartphone to show Choi Jeong-hwa the photo. In the picture, Choi Da-yeon’s hair was being yanked by me, her face scrunched up in anger as she glared daggers at me while I took the shot.

“How’s that? Super easy pose to replicate, right? All you gotta do is stay still, Auntie.”

“…You want me to let you grab my hair? Do you know what I hate most? People touching my hair.”

Heh.

I couldn’t help but chuckle involuntarily.

“So what if Auntie doesn’t like it? Are you gonna back out?”

We made a deal.

But both she and I knew it wasn’t a fair one.

In our arrangement, I was the boss, and she was the subordinate. When the boss says jump, the subordinate jumps.

“…Fine,”

“Give me your smartphone, Auntie.”

“Why?”

“Don’t we need to take a similar shot of you in the same angle as Da-yeon’s? We need to compare how close they are, right? Besides, I’m not using my phone, so no worries.”

“Alright. Don’t try anything funny besides taking the picture. I’ll be watching you closely.”

She glared at me menacingly. But I wasn’t scared at all.

‘If I really wanted to mess with her smartphone… Auntie wouldn’t stand a chance.’

I had the ‘Hacking’ skill and Makena, the mechanical spirit. If I decided to tamper, there’d be nothing Choi Jeong-hwa could do about it. Of course, I didn’t plan to mess around—it was all set up already.

“You ready?”

I extended my hand toward Choi Jeong-hwa’s hair. As my hand approached, she flinched. Choi Jeong-hwa had short hair, the same black color as Choi Da-yeon’s, though their lengths differed. Choi Da-yeon’s hair reached down past her thighs, while Choi Jeong-hwa’s short cut barely grazed her shoulders.

Her short hair looked tidy and sophisticated, maybe because of her pretty face.

“Huh, are you scared? What happened to all that earlier confidence?”

Did I spend too much time leisurely admiring her face? She started getting irritated. Her stubborn refusal to give in was admirable.

“Since your hairstyle differs from Da-yeon’s, I was wondering how to pull your hair… but grabbing the bangs like in the picture seems best.”

In one swift motion, I grabbed her bangs and yanked.

“Ahh…!”

Choi Jeong-hwa’s eyes twitched furiously. The killing intent was palpable. Clearly, she wasn’t bluffing when she said she hated having her hair pulled. Still, there was nothing she could do about it.

I held the camera in one hand, positioning it just like when I took Choi Da-yeon’s picture—the same composition where I was above, and she was below.

“Wow, you two really look alike. Did you intentionally mimic Da-yeon’s angry expression?”

Click.

The picture turned out perfectly.

Smack!

Choi Jeong-hwa slapped my hand away. The force behind it was impressive—


The hand turned bright red.

“Let go already. How long do you plan to hold on?”

“…Auntie. This isn’t right. I specially chose an easy picture to accommodate you. And it turned out like this?”

“Are you calling me stupid? No matter what kind of picture it is, I’ll eventually have to copy it anyway. Don’t try to save face with something so trivial. How can every single one of your actions be so dirty…? You’re nothing like Seong Halri, your mom. Seong Halri might have a crazy temper, but she wasn’t dirty.”

“This auntie really knows how to irritate people slowly. But what can I do? No matter what the auntie says, the situation won’t change. Alright, next picture. Show boob.”

I showed a picture of Choi Da Yeon exposing her right breast. With her blouse unbuttoned and bra cup pulled down, only her right breast was exposed, with someone’s thumb and index finger pulling her pink nipple. Of course, that someone was none other than me.

“Da Yeon would go this far… Wait. Isn’t that me in the background?!”

“Hehe. This was taken in the first-floor lobby, so you were accidentally captured too. You had no idea your daughter’s nipple was being pulled, did you?”

“You despicable bastard…!”

“Stop blabbing and just show the boob. Or should I help you with it?”

“…Grr…”

Choi Jung Hwa turned her right hand behind her back and unzipped her jacket. She was wearing a Cheongdam-dong style blouse instead of a regular blouse, so she couldn’t simply pull out her right breast like in the picture.

Her dress lowered, revealing exactly the chest area. Was her taste similar to Choi Da Yeon’s? A black luxury bra.

“Oh. Bigger than Da Yeon’s? Is it F-cup? Can’t fool my eyes.”

“Please stop making such vulgar comments already.”

“It’s because the auntie hesitates and doesn’t show her boob.”

It was simple—just grab the right bra cup and pull it down—but Choi Jung Hwa hesitated and couldn’t bring herself to do it easily.

I understand. This is different from having your hair pulled. Showing one’s private parts to others for the first time naturally causes hesitation.

Even with my provocation, Choi Jung Hwa hesitated quite a bit. Knowing she’d eventually have to do it anyway, I didn’t rush her. It was like waiting for a delicious meal; all I had to do was watch patiently.

Finally, with a stiff expression, Choi Jung Hwa pulled her right bra cup down. There was no jiggling—it wasn’t that kind of bouncy chest. Even with the bra on, she couldn’t hide it from my eyes. As expected, her breasts were slightly sagging.

Her chest flowed down softly like a stream.

“Oh.”

I compared Choi Da Yeon’s picture with Choi Jung Hwa. The most noticeable differences were the sagging shape and the nipples. Her nipples were more than half the size of Choi Da Yeon’s. The color was also a deep crimson, nearing brown.

“Hurry up and take the picture!”

“Hehe. Still not the same as Choi Da Yeon’s pictures. To make it identical…”

I grabbed her right nipple with my thumb and index finger.

“Uuuuuuuh?!”

The nipple stretched along with the breast under my hand.

“Ah, as expected, heavier than Da Yeon’s. Maybe because there’s not enough elasticity? There’s no spring-back or whatever you call it. Still, I admit it stretches more than twice as much compared to Da Yeon’s nipple.”

I released my grip after stretching it as much as possible. The stretched nipple returned to its original size. However, the process felt slow, lacking strength.

‘Here’s where age shows. Unlike Choi Da Yeon, her nipples don’t even get erect…’

I stared intently at Choi Jung Hwa’s right breast. Like the nipple, her areola was larger than Choi Da Yeon’s.

“… Aren’t you taking the picture?”

“Oh, right. I forgot. I’ll take it now.”

“Since we’ve done it once, let’s skip thi—Kueeeeee?!”

I quickly reached out again and grabbed the nipple.

Click.