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Kang Pyeong-won—what kind of man was he?

He was extraordinary from birth; his first cry was so thunderously loud that the neighbors whispered, wondering if a tiger had been born next door.

From a young age, his mind was exceptionally brilliant, and his build was as thick as a legendary strongman, making him Chairman Kang’s pride and joy.

“Look at that sturdy little thing; he’ll be sowing his seeds everywhere!”

Who was it that said the growth of a hero requires hardship and adversity?

Following that trajectory, he was kidnapped during his teens.

The kidnapper was a laborer working for a construction [stolen content]company in Kangsung, who kept [visit our site]style="position:relative;display:inline;">[stolen content]Kang Pyeong-won tightly bound with ropes at a construction site. It was miserably cold, and there was nothing to eat.

It happened while the kidnapper was fast asleep, dead drunk. Kang Pyeong-won slowly rose from his spot and stole some dog food left in a corner.

“Hmm…”

Only after filling his stomach until the bowl was empty did he scan his surroundings. He rubbed his back vigorously against a broken windowpane to saw through the ropes. Then, he gripped a rebar protruding from the window and yanked it straight out.

“What the—?”

Sensing a gloomy aura, the kidnapper slowly opened his eyes. Pyeong-won simply drove the metal deep into the man’s gut.

“Young Master!”

By the time the gang subordinates arrived, the kidnapper’s intestines were already spilling out. Beside the cooling corpse, Pyeong-won pissed against a wall.

“Let’s go cut into some Hanwoo steak topped with caviar.”

He spoke nonchalantly, wiping the urine from his hand with a handkerchief.

Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, his roots were nonetheless those of a back-alley thug. It was only natural that he had to live roughly to achieve an elegant life.

But isn’t it true that a gemstone becomes more brilliant the more exquisitely it is cut? Thus, the man lived his life enjoying every bit of that rough, barbaric, and violence-strewn existence.

He wore it like armor, as if it were his destiny.

And yet.

Lately, Kang Pyeong-won’s heart had become as soft as a piece of tender chick meat. So soft and tender that even a toothless baby could chew and swallow it.

This was all because of the new bride he had brought into his nest.

—Boss, when are you coming home today? The housekeeper made haeshintang, and it’s visit our sitedelicious. Hurry [Read on Read BL Novels]home and eat stolen contentwith me. I haven’t cut the octopus yet because I wanted to cut it when you arrive…

“I’ll arrive in time for dinner.”

Even after hanging up the phone with Eun-myeong, the man stared down at his cell phone. The lingering warmth felt almost identical to the temperature of Eun-myeong’s cheek.

A voice spoke from the front seat.

“You look pleased.”

“Hmm?” He looked up, and his lower face was reflected in the room mirror. Like any man deeply in love, he was grinning ear to ear. His lips were stretched so wide he looked like a clown.

“They say that all the great men who plotted grand schemes were devoted husbands, Boss.”

“Haha, aren’t all married men like this?”

Even Bear, who never wasted words, spoke like that. The man shook [visit our site]stolen contenthis head as if unable to help it, thinking that the aura of a married man shows everywhere.

Soon, the car slid to a smooth stop.

“We have arrived at your destination.”

It was none other than a famous dermatology clinic in Cheongdam. He had a massage reserved. It was a so-called “wedding massage” that brides-to-be receive, costing over 500,000 won per session.

The man had his face gilded, his hair meticulously trimmed, and received a shave with a sharp razor.

If he went even two days without shaving, his beard would sprout due to boiling testosterone. Eun-myeong’s cheeks often became reddish and chafed because they were rubbed by his coarse stubble.

Furthermore, he ate relentlessly and lifted weights to increase his muscle size. Getting flabby and gaining weight just because he had a lover would be an unmanly way to carry himself. He only felt satisfied when his chest muscles stretched his shirt tight. The garter belt around his thigh had also increased by two inches.

After grooming himself for a long time like a giant feline, he set off for home.

His plan was to arrive, slice the octopus head for Eun-myeong to eat, and then have a wild time. Wasn’t stolen contentthere a saying? [stolen content]A folk belief that octopus is good for stamina. He wondered just how effective it would be. The mere thought made his head throb with anticipation.

He pressed his forehead to relieve the tension and crossed his legs. Because of his tire-thick thighs, his suit trousers were stretched taut.

However.

What greeted the long-awaited man was a profound silence. Not even a faint sound of breathing could be felt. His nerves sharpened. The warmth still lingered throughout the house, and the scent of flowers dampened the air as usual.

He headed straight for the master bedroom. With a creak, he opened the door, and as expected, a lump was protruding from a corner of the bed. Only then did he let out a rough exhale, releasing the pressure on his chest.

“Whew.”

Wrapped in a white duvet, Eun-myeong looked like a pure white egg hidden in a nest. Like an eagle, he had sheltered Eun-myeong in his home as if it were an egg he had personally hatched.

Just looking at him brought a smirk to the man’s face, and he tapped Eun-myeong’s cheek with his finger. At that, Eun-myeong flinched and curled his body.

“Mm…”

Eun-myeong, who had opened his eyes drenched in fear, soon curved the corners of his eyes into a smile.

“Boss.”

My beautiful thing, who I could cherish forever.

Occasionally, like this, Eun-myeong would startle violently when touched while defenseless. It was because, during his time in the prison cell, some vile bastards had touched his lower body.

The man had dealt out appropriate retribution to each one of them. For those who had finished their sentences, he tracked them down and ordered their fingerprints to be crushed and fingers pulled out. For those still in prison, he pitted them against each other in fights until they were blinded.

Even after ordering such horrific acts, the man’s eyebrows didn’t twitch once. In front of Eun-myeong, he played the part of a sweet honey-tongued man.

“Time to eat. How long is my little piggy going to keep sleeping?”

Only after losing him, only after facing his own ribs exposed like [Read on Read BL Novels]a Read on Read BL Novelscliff carved by waves, did he realize that terrible love. It was only natural that he did not want to let go of what he had found again.

“Did you sleep well?”

Eun-myeong, just waking up, smiled with a dazed face. His cheeks were plump.

“I saw it on TV before you came, Boss. Namsan Tower looks so cool at night. I want to go there. To hang a lock, and eat tonkatsu…”

The man stroked Eun-myeong’s cheek preciously, as if touching a gemstone.

“Are you thinking about eating again? You’ll become two people at this rate.”

Eun-myeong, who had stayed home so much that mushrooms might have grown on his sides, had only just begun to turn his gaze toward the outside world.

Like a newly hatched baby bird, he clung tightly to the man’s side, his eyes wide and busy exploring everything. He gripped the side of the man’s shirt so much that it became wrinkled.

‘Boss, why are there so many cars here? The road looks like a parking lot, and there are so many people. Do you think a war [unauthorized visit our sitecopy]broke out without us knowing?’

When they went to see the 63 Building, he had mumbled such things, wondering what was so interesting and frightening.

‘They say there’s a ghost story about a fake 64th floor.’

The man remembered those two eyes—how they were intimidated by the dizzying height, yet strangely shimmering with excitement.

Then, he had taken Eun-myeong to Taehwa Department Store. When he told him to try on a knit with white fur, Eun-myeong hesitated.

‘It’s too expensive…’

Looking at the price tag, he hunched his shoulders as if he had seen a ghost.

‘Are you already guarding your husband’s wallet?’

The frugality and wisdom he possessed at such a young age were quite admirable, stolen [Read on Read BL Novels]contentbut a price like that was less than the flutter of a fly’s wing to the man.

‘Put it on and come show me.’

The man coaxed him, patting his backside and asking to see him looking pretty.

‘Yes, please just try it on once, it will suit you very well.’

With the employee’s help, Eun-myeong reluctantly entered the fitting room.

‘Then I’ll just try it on…’

The fabric covered Eun-myeong’s back, and the sound of rustling could be heard from inside.

Outside, the man was gauging the size of some gloves. Hmm, these should fit Eun-myeong’s hands. While he was thinking this, a vibration sounded from inside his jacket.

He took out his cell phone, checked the caller ID, and stepped visit our siteBEGIN: visit our site -->visit our siteinto a VIP room for a moment. It was a conversation that needed to be handled discreetly, as is typical for businessmen.

“This is Kang Pyeong-won.”

—President Kang, it’s me. Please, for the sake of my face, just one more day…

As soon as he answered, he heard a voice that sounded like it was sobbing. The man dismissed the plea with utter boredom.

“President Kim, I, Kang Pyeong-won, am not such a kind-hearted person. I’m not a charity; how long do you expect me to listen to your whining, hm? I told you, your life isn’t in danger just because one kidney is missing from your gut.”

Had barely three minutes passed?

After hanging up the dreadfully boring call, the man stepped out. But Eun-myeong had vanished without a trace.