Chapter 103: Your Husband Can Wait in the Bedroom

Chapter 103: 103: Your Husband Can Wait in the Bedroom

"Ah, you work with my husband."

"Yes. This is CEO Ed Roth of the investment firm. He’s young, but highly capable."

We sat around an expensive table and exchanged introductions.

I extended a hand to the woman seated across from me.

"I’m Ed. A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Choi."

"Yes. My name is Rosa Jules. Please take good care of my husband."

Rosa Jules. I committed the name to memory.

After the greeting, I sipped the tea she had served.

We continued with brief pleasantries while I stole glances at her swaying breasts. Then I set down the cup.

"Excuse me, but may I use the restroom?"

"Of course. It’s over there."

"Thank you, Mrs. Choi."

I deliberately left the table on the pretext of using it.

After opening and closing the bathroom door, I hid nearby and listened to the couple.

"...Honey. You should have told me before bringing someone home. I could have prepared properly."

Rosa sounded faintly sulky.

"I’m sorry. Everything was arranged so suddenly."

"It’s all right. These things happen with work. You said he’s the CEO of an investment company?"

"Yes... Put simply, he controls the money."

"The money..."

Rosa nodded in understanding.

Managing Director Choi watched her silently for a while, then spoke in a low voice.

"Rosa."

"Yes?"

"Actually... this is extremely important."

"What is?"

"This investment."

He began explaining in a grave tone.

The company’s survival depended on the funding. Only if he secured it could the business survive. His own career now rested entirely in the young investor’s hands.

It was all invented, but his voice made it remarkably convincing. He was a good actor.

Rosa’s expression grew serious.

"Then it really is that important?"

"Yes. If this investment fails... I doubt my contract will be renewed."

Executives were employed on limited contracts. Without renewal, he would be out.

Rosa apparently understood that fact.

"I understand. I’ll make sure not to offend him and treat him well."

"Yes... You must treat him very well."

"Do you know anything he likes? If necessary, I can—"

"Hmm..."

Managing Director Choi trailed off.

Time for the main point.

"Rosa."

"Yes?"

"I’m sorry to say this to you. It’s difficult to bring up, but..."

"What is it? It’s all right. Tell me."

"Well... Haa... The truth is..."

He pretended to struggle deeply before finally saying it.

"That man... wants you."

"...What?"

Her moving breasts seemed to freeze.

***

"Ah, thank you for letting me use the restroom."

I flushed deliberately and returned to the table.

"..."

In the meantime, Rosa’s gaze had changed completely.

The gentle married woman from before was gone. Her eyebrows were raised sharply, and although she said nothing, she stared at me as though she wanted me dead for good.

Of course.

From Rosa’s perspective, I was a corrupt investor using funding to threaten her husband and force myself on her.

No reason to drag this out.

I dried my hands with a towel and spoke.

"Have you finished your discussion?"

"...We have."

Managing Director Choi answered in a low voice.

He sounded reluctant, but I knew the truth.

He was fully erect in anticipation of what was about to happen.

I turned my attention to Rosa’s breasts. Noticing where I was looking, she angled her body away.

"What have you decided, Mrs. Choi?"

"...About what?"

"You heard everything, didn’t you?"

"Ugh..."

She glared at me. For an instant, I thought her eyes dipped toward my crotch.

I approached her openly.

"You must have an answer. Yes or no."

"...Are you threatening me?"

"This is not a threat. It’s a proposal—a business transaction."

I spoke like the wicked third-generation heir of some conglomerate abusing his power.

I stood between Rosa and Managing Director Choi, who sat side by side at the table.

Choi Doha glanced back at me, his face slightly red. The old pervert.

"Rather than discuss the disadvantages of refusing, perhaps I should explain the benefits of accepting. If you secure my investment, your husband will be credited with saving the company. CEO Celeste of Novel Corporation will owe him an enormous favor as well."

"..."

"And as I understand it, CEO Celeste is preparing to list a holding company and assemble a new group of subsidiary presidents. That should create an open president’s position somewhere, shouldn’t it, Managing Director Choi?"

"...That is correct."

He nodded.

For an improvised setting, it sounded plausible because half of it was true. Choi really was a leading candidate for the next company president.

I turned to Rosa.

"If your husband becomes president, you become the president’s wife..."

"..."

She still did not answer.

Her hands repeatedly gripped and released the fabric over her knees.

She was thinking hard.

I did not yet know what kind of person Rosa Jules was, but perhaps she was more ambitious than she appeared.

Otherwise, how did a twenty-nine-year-old marry a fifty-one-year-old corporate executive?

I was fine with older women, but the fifties would be difficult. Very difficult. And if he could not have sex? Even worse.

A woman who endured all of that was one of two things.

Either she loved Managing Director Choi deeply enough to accept everything...

Or she possessed another ambition.

Perhaps the desire to become a company president’s wife.

"...You promise?"

"Promise what?"

"If I... do it with you."

Rosa turned and glared. Her eyes were frightening, though not quite Manager Selena level.

"Then you will make the investment?"

"Of course. I keep my promises."

"Ugh..."

She bit her lip.

There.

I could have sworn she glanced at my lower body again.

"Honey."

"...Yes."

"What do you think?"

Rosa carefully took her husband’s hand. His fingers trembled.

What was going through his mind?

Did he feel guilty for deceiving his wife and handing her body to another man for the sake of his desire?

Or was he excited that the wife holding his hand would soon be in another man’s arms?

"...I’m sorry, but please do this for me, Rosa."

"..."

Her shoulders flinched.

I placed one hand lightly on her shoulder.

"You heard him, Mrs. Choi."

"..."

"Only your answer remains."

"Take your hand off me."

She knocked it away.

Was she refusing?

If she said no, I intended to leave cleanly.

I did not want to genuinely rape a woman who did not consent.