\\TAEHYUNG\\

As I stirred from my slumber, the gentle touch of sunlight caressed my face, awakening me from my deep sleep.

Blinking away the remnants of dreams, I glanced at the clock and was startled to see the hour hand pointing straight at twelve, signaling noon.

Had I truly slept in so late? The realization dawned on me that it was Sunday, a day devoid of the usual rush and obligations that usually fill my weekdays.

However, amidst the tranquility of the morning, a sudden jolt of panic surged through me. Today was the day of the long-awaited competition at the university, an event I had tirelessly prepared for.

With swift resolve, I propelled myself out of bed and made my way to the opulent confines of my bathroom.

Shedding my clothes, I stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, allowing the cascading water to wash away the remnants of sleep and invigorate my senses.

Emerging from the shower, enveloped in the comforting embrace of a plush towel, I made my way to the closet, the array of garments beckoning to me.

Opting for the comfort of pajamas, I slipped into them, leaving my upper half bare for the time being. With meticulous care, I dried my hair, each strand falling into place as I prepared myself for the day ahead.

The aroma of freshly brewed black tea greeted me as I stepped into the living hall, its comforting scent instantly calming my senses. The staff bowed respectfully as I approached.

"Good morning, sir," they chorused in unison.

I nodded in acknowledgment and inquired, "When will Mr. Lee Han arrive?"

The staff member looked up and replied, "Sir, Mr. Lee Han will be back in a week. His son and daughter are getting married, so he has returned to his hometown."

I understood. Lee Han had been serving me faithfully for the past sixty years. With a curt nod, I took a seat at the dining table. Moments later, a servant arrived and presented me with breakfast.

As I finished my tea with a resolute spirit, my mind turned to the upcoming competition. As the CEO of a thriving enterprise, my penthouse reflected my stature, exuding an air of opulence and refinement.

From the moment one stepped through the grand entrance, they were greeted by a symphony of luxury that resonated in every corner.

The spacious living area boasted floor-to-ceiling windows, offering panoramic views of the bustling city below, a testament to my success and ambition.

Within the confines of my penthouse sanctuary, I spared no expense in curating an environment that reflected my penchant for sophistication and elegance.

Every piece of furniture and every adornment was meticulously chosen to evoke a sense of grandeur and prestige.

From the plush velvet couches to the gilded accents that adorned the walls, each element spoke of wealth and refinement.

Yet, amidst the extravagance that surrounded me, there was one space that held a special place in my heart: the private gym.

It was here, amidst the gleaming exercise equipment and mirrored walls, that I found solace and sanctuary.

With every weight lifted and every stride taken on the treadmill, I honed not only my physique but also my determination and discipline.

As a man who valued both intellect and physical prowess, the gym was where I sculpted not only my body but also my character.

The burn of exertion served as a reminder of the relentless pursuit of excellence that defined my life, propelling me ever forward toward greater heights of success.

And as I stood amidst the lavish surroundings of my penthouse, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. In this sanctuary of luxury and refinement, I found not only comfort and indulgence but also the drive and ambition to conquer any challenge that lay ahead.

With measured steps, I entered my room, the sanctum of tranquility amidst the bustling world outside.

As I approached the closet, my gaze fell upon a sleek suit in shades of gray, exuding an aura of sophistication and refinement. With practiced ease, I slipped into its tailored embrace, each movement deliberate and precise.

Turning towards the full-length mirror, I assessed my reflection with a discerning eye. The ensemble was perfected with the addition of my prized possession, an expensive watch adorning my wrist, its gleaming surface catching the light in a mesmerizing dance.

A subtle spritz of my signature perfume enveloped me in a veil of allure, its intoxicating scent lingering in the air. With meticulous care, I applied a nourishing cream to my skin, ensuring a flawless complexion that matched the elegance of my attire.

The comb glided effortlessly through my hair, each strand falling into place with meticulous precision, framing my features in a silhouette of polished sophistication.

Gathering my essentials from the table, I secured my iPhone and keys, the weight of responsibility settling comfortably in the palm of my hand.

The cigarette box, a guilty indulgence, found its place among my belongings, a fleeting escape from the day's demands.

As I stood before the mirror, a vision of poise and confidence filled me. With each detail meticulously attended to, I exuded an air of quiet authority.

After tidying my bed with a swift motion, I strode out of my room, purpose coursing through every step. As I exited the penthouse, my loyal guard stood at attention, a symbol of unwavering dedication. With a respectful bow, he acknowledged my presence, awaiting my command.

"Take me to the business university," I instructed firmly, the urgency of the day's events weighing heavily on my mind. "Today is the competition, and I mustn't be late. Also, ensure the staff cleans my penthouse before I return."

The guard nodded solemnly, his commitment to duty unwavering, as he promptly made his way to relay my instructions to the staff.

Meanwhile, I continued on my path toward the garage, where my sleek new Porsche awaited its next journey.

As the chauffeur opened the door with practiced ease, I settled into the luxurious confines of the vehicle, the leather seats enveloping me in comfort. With a quiet hum, the engine roared to life, a symphony of power and precision.

With a sense of purpose driving me forward, the driver skillfully navigated through the bustling streets, each turn bringing me closer to my destination.

Closing my eyes, I couldn't shake the image of Lisa from my mind, even as I engaged with Anna. It was a distraction I couldn't afford, especially with the competition looming.

I needed to focus, channel my desires into my game, and leave fantasies behind. Determined, I pushed aside the temptation, this was the first time happened to me that I imagined a woman with whom I f-ck with others else I never felt this way and I had never done anything like that before.

As my driver halted the car, I stepped out, flanked by my vigilant guards, who maintained a watchful eye. As I entered the premises of the university, my gaze immediately sought out Lisa, a figure whose presence lingered in my thoughts like a haunting melody.

However, before I could pursue my search, the principal of the university intercepted me, his presence drawing my attention. With a cordial smile, he extended his greetings, expressing his surprise and honor at my unexpected presence.

"Mr. Kim, it's truly a pleasure to have you here," he began, his words laced with deference. "Your attendance is a rare occurrence, and it is indeed an honor."

I nodded in acknowledgment, my mind already racing with thoughts of the impending competition. "Mr. Jeevan, nice to meet you," I replied curtly, my tone betraying a sense of urgency. "I'm pressed for time. Can we proceed to where the competition is being held?"

The principal nodded in assent, his demeanor respectful yet tinged with a hint of deference. "Of course, sir," he replied. "The competition is nearing its conclusion, and Mr. Kang has also arrived."

A surge of apprehension gripped my heart at the mention of my rival's presence. Did I miss Lisa's performance during the break? The thought gnawed at me, fueling a sense of frustration and discontent.

As I subtly manipulated my words, I remarked, "So it seems I must take my leave now that the competition has concluded."

However, the principal interjected, "No, sir. We still have a dance competition remaining, and we also have three students awaiting internship placements. I understand your company may not be participating."

Meeting his gaze squarely, I replied, "We can address that matter later. For now, let us proceed." With a nod of agreement, the principal guided me toward the auditorium.

Inside, the judges were assembled, and my guards stood vigilant by my side. Leading me to the VIP seating at the forefront, the principal acknowledged my status as a trustee of the university, ensuring I was positioned in a place of prominence.

As I noticed Mr. Kang seated beside me, my rival's presence elicited a mixture of anticipation and tension. When he addressed me with a sly remark, "It's been years, Mr. Kim. Are you here to find some good taste?" I couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"If that were my intention, Mr. Kang, I assure you I'd have found it already," I retorted, a hint of amusement lacing my words.

However, my tone quickly shifted to a more serious demeanor as I added, "But perhaps we should maintain a level of professionalism, considering recent developments. After all, I'm well aware of the dubious investments you've made in the new mall."

My words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of implication, casting a shadow of unease over Mr. Kang's features. His facade of confidence faltered, betraying a flicker of fear beneath the surface.

With a steely gaze, I held his eyes, asserting my dominance with an unwavering resolve. It was a reminder of my power and influence, a subtle warning against crossing the boundaries of rivalry into treacherous territory.

Sensing his discomfort, I allowed a satisfied smirk to play at the corners of my lips, relishing the momentary advantage.

In this game of power and politics, intimidation was a weapon as potent as any other, and I wielded it with precision.

Amid the charged atmosphere, my eyes remained fixated on the crowd, searching for the familiar visage of my sexy doll, Lisa.

However, my quest was momentarily interrupted as the principal ascended the stage, commanding the attention of all present.

"Good afternoon, everyone," he began, his voice resonating through the auditorium with authority. "As our brief intermission comes to a close, we are now ready to proceed with the final segment of our competition."

But then, to my surprise, his words took an unexpected turn, sending a ripple of astonishment through the audience. "And in a delightful twist, I am pleased to announce the participation of Mr. Kim Taehyung, a distinguished trustee of our university. Please join me in giving him a warm welcome."

A round of applause erupted, filling the air with a cacophony of approval and excitement. As the principal's words echoed through the auditorium, my heart quickened with anticipation.

Finally, the moment I had been yearning for arrived as he announced, "It's time for the last show of the competition. I would like to call our dancers to the stage, led by Lisa Manoban and her team."

A rush of excitement surged through me as I watched Lisa gracefully make her entrance, adorned in a stunning Thai dress that accentuated her slender waist and delicate shoulders.

Her beauty was captivating, a radiant glow emanating from her as she commanded the stage with effortless grace.

Lisa's allure had captivated me from the moment I first laid eyes on her. Despite being my stepson's girlfriend, she possessed a purity and simplicity that set her apart from the rest.

Unlike the bold and brazen beauties who often vied for my attention, Lisa exuded a quiet charm and humility that drew me in, like the embodiment of the seductress herself.

As the principal announced, "Lisa, you mentioned you wanted to speak before your performance," my attention sharpened, eager to hear her words.

Taking the mic from him, Lisa's soft voice gently caressed my ears as she began to address the audience.

"Hello, everyone, and to our esteemed guests," she began, her words carrying a gentle warmth. "I know many of you are eager for the performance, but before I begin, I'd like to share a story. This performance is deeply meaningful to me as it reflects my Thai heritage, and I'm honored to showcase my culture through dance."

As Lisa spoke, her sincerity and pride shone through, casting a spell over the audience. Even in her modesty, she exuded a captivating presence, contrasting sharply with the overt advances of others seeking my attention.

In that moment, I found myself entranced by her grace and authenticity, unable to resist the pull of her magnetic charm.

Despite the allure of other women who surrounded me, it was Lisa who held my gaze, her beauty transcending mere physical attraction.

"Oh, Lisa Manoban, what have you done to me?" I mused silently. "Your presence is like a spell, drawing me in with a force I cannot resist. There's something truly magical about you that defies explanation, captivating me in a way I never imagined possible."

As the applause filled the air and the stage lights dimmed, the principal gracefully exited, leaving the spotlight to illuminate the stage once more.

My gaze remained fixed on Lisa, who radiated beauty and elegance in the soft glow of the stage. Her delicate features, adorned with subtle makeup, only enhanced her natural allure, drawing me in with an irresistible magnetism.

As her team took their positions, the anticipation in the air was palpable, and the audience eagerly awaited the spectacle about to unfold.

But in that moment, amidst the excitement and anticipation, a dark resolve stirred within me. The sight of Lisa, so captivating, fueled a desire that burned with an intensity I had never known before.

Now that I had set my eyes on her, I vowed to make her mine, to possess her, and to keep her by my side sometimes for my pleasure.

As for Mingyu, my stepson, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of remorse for what was to come, though deep down, I harbored no true regret.

Lisa had captured my attention in a way that no one else ever had, and I was determined to claim her as my own, even if it meant tearing her away from Mingyu.

In this game of desire and power, I would be the predator, and she would be my willing prey. With each passing moment, my resolve only strengthened, fueled by a primal instinct that urged me to possess her at any cost.

Sorry, my stepson, but before you taste her, I will devour her fully.

And as I watched her dance, every movement a mesmerizing symphony of grace and beauty, I knew that my pursuit of her would stop at nothing until she was mine, completely and utterly.

The thought of having Lisa Manoban in my bed consumed my mind with an insatiable desire. I longed to possess her, to feel her presence beside me, even if only for a fleeting moment.

But my intentions were not born out of love or genuine affection. No, it was a selfish desire, driven by the need to conquer and dominate.

In my pursuit of power and control, I craved the satisfaction of claiming her before Mingyu could even make a move. It was a twisted game, one where Lisa was merely a pawn in my quest for dominance.

But even as I fantasized about the moment when she would lie beneath me, her beauty laid bare and vulnerable, I knew that my conquest would be fleeting. I had no intention of keeping her by my side indefinitely.

Once I had satisfied my desire, once I had tasted the sweetness of victory, I would cast her aside without a second thought.

As her dance ended, the auditorium erupted into thunderous applause for Lisa, and I found myself joining in, swept away by the mesmerizing performance.

As Lisa's eyes met mine, she subtly bit her lip, a gesture that sent a thrill through me. She gracefully bowed to the applauding audience, her elegance captivating everyone in the room.

Meanwhile, Kang's voice cut through the post-performance atmosphere, her words dripping with both admiration and a hint of superiority. "The girl is truly stunning, and her performance was impeccable. Yet, I can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her, knowing that my daughter, Mira, will undoubtedly emerge victorious in this competition."

Internally, I couldn't suppress a chuckle at the escalating tension between Lisa and Kang's daughter, Mira. It seemed the stakes were high and the rivalry intense.

Replying with a cool demeanor, I remarked, "Ah, it appears you've already secured your daughter's victory, hasn't Kang?" My words carried a hint of sarcasm, subtly acknowledging the underlying power play at hand while maintaining an air of detached amusement.

As Lisa and her team gracefully exited the stage, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the announcer took center stage. "And now, the moment we've all been waiting for. The results of the competition will be revealed shortly. Please be patient and enjoy the brunch provided," the announcer declared, prompting murmurs of excitement from the audience.

However, my mind was elsewhere, not in the mood for brunch or idle chatter. Deciding to take action, I rose from my seat and made my way out of the auditorium.

Spotting the principal nearby, I gestured for his attention. He approached with a look of curiosity and respect on his face. "Yes, Mr. Kim, how can I assist you?" he inquired politely.

Meeting his gaze, I stated my intentions firmly: "I'd like to discuss the internship program. I've decided to offer the internship to one of your students."

The principal's expression shifted to one of gratitude and appreciation. "Thank you, sir. That means a great deal to us," he responded earnestly.

With a nod of acknowledgment, I departed from our conversation, my focus shifting as I noticed Lisa's team nearby. Catching sight of Lisa seated among the audience members, I beckoned for her to join me.

Lisa's reaction was palpable; she visibly gulped before mustering the courage to approach me. Slowly rising from her seat, she made her way towards me, her eyes betraying a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

Lisa approached me. "Hello, Uncle " I smiled and asked, "Can I have some? Talk, dear, let's go outside; there are people here." I nodded, and she responded, "Sure, uncle." We strolled out of the auditorium together.

Looking at me, she said, "It's good to see you here." I smiled warmly and replied, "How could I miss this beautiful opportunity to watch you dance?"

Lisa seemed puzzled and asked, "What?" I quickly recomposed myself and clarified, "I mean, you look beautiful, little girl, and you dance so amazingly well. I hope you'll win."

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she murmured, "Thank you, uncle."

I gazed at her intently and softly said, "Please, stop calling me uncle. It's more appropriate for you to call me Daddy since I am Mingyu's stepfather. Soon, you'll be part of the family, dear Lisa, so I expect you to call me daddy." My words were tinged with a hint of longing, and my eyes were filled with a deep desire for her.

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise at my unexpected request, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond to my sudden declaration.

Sensing her hesitation, I softened my gaze and reached out to gently touch her hand, hoping to convey reassurance amidst the intensity of the moment.

"Daddy?" she repeated softly, testing the unfamiliar word on her lips. Yes, darling, call me Daddy, and soon I'll devour you and make you feel pleasure.

The air between us crackled with tension as we both grappled with the implications of this new dynamic. With a subtle nod, I affirmed her question, my heart pounding with anticipation.

It was a bold move. As we stood there, locked in a silent exchange, I couldn't help but wonder how this pivotal moment would shape our journey as a family.

I smiled and said, "Don't worry about competition; I know you'll be the winner." She smiled back and replied, "Well, I expected to, but let's see."

Suddenly, I noticed Mingyu coming from the corridor. When he looked at me, he rushed over to us and greeted me, saying, "Dad, it's so good to see you here."

Lisa, intrigued, asked Mingyu, "Mingyu, where were you?" She looked so in love, and I felt a pang of jealousy, wanting to disrupt their affection. I chuckled and smiled to conceal my feelings.

Mingyu explained, "Actually, I was with Alex. You know Mira broke up with him, and he tried to end his life, so I helped him. Allen called me, informing me about it, and I rushed there to save him." Concerned, Lisa asked, "Oh god, is he okay?" Mingyu nodded reassuringly, replying, "Yes, he's fine."

Unable to contain my annoyance at being sidelined like a third wheel, I interjected, "Oh, that means that daughter of Kang; she's the reason." My words were tinged with bitterness and resentment, overshadowing the conversation.

As Mingyu nodded, his eyes betrayed a mix of guilt and sorrow. "Yes, Dad, she's doing all this because of me," he admitted quietly, his voice laden with regret.

I acknowledged his words with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "Well, now it's time for the announcement. We should get back inside," I suggested, my tone tinged with a sense of resignation.

They both nodded, their expressions mirroring my own sense of unease, and we made our way back into the bustling room. As I settled into my seat, I couldn't shake the feeling of impending disappointment.

Glancing over, I noticed Mingyu and Lisa engrossed in conversation, their laughter mingling with the hum of the crowd. Jealousy gnawed at my insides, twisting my emotions into a tangled mess of resentment and longing.

Suddenly, the room fell silent as a woman approached the stage, her presence commanding attention. "Hello, everyone," she greeted, her voice ringing out clear and authoritative. "I hope you're all doing well. Now, it's time for the results."

Tension hung thick in the air as she paused for effect, anticipation crackling like electricity. "The winner of the competition is Mira Kang," she announced, her words echoing through the room.

At first, there was a stunned silence, followed by a smattering of hesitant applause. My rival, Mira's father, broke into enthusiastic applause, his pride evident in every clap.

As the applause spread through the room like wildfire, I couldn't help but feel a surge of bitterness rising within me. Watching Mira Kang stride confidently onto the stage with her team,

It seemed that Mira Kang was a force to be reckoned with—a relentless and cunning adversary. While I typically preferred the gentle, submissive nature of someone like Lisa,

The idea of taming a wildcat like Mira intrigued me. Isn't it fun to fuck my rival daughter? However, my focus remained on Lisa; she was my main target.

The person handed the trophy to her, and as I rose from my seat, scanning the audience, I noticed Lisa's absence, along with Mingyu's.

A pang of concern shot through me as I exited the venue, only to find Mingyu consoling her just outside. Seeing Lisa's tear-stained face stirred something within me—a desire to comfort her that I struggled to suppress. Instead, I approached them, my heart heavy with worry, and inquired, "What happened? Why is she crying?"

Mingyu's voice trembled with anger as he explained, "It's all because of Mira Kang. She cheated in the competition, and her father probably bribed the judges to ensure her victory, Dad."

"It's just a mere competition," I dismissed, though the injustice gnawed at me.

Mingyu persisted, his voice pleading, "But it's cheating, Dad. Please, you have the power to change the outcome. Do something about it."

I hesitated, torn between my desire to right the wrong and my reluctance to stir up old rivalries with the Kangs.

Ultimately, I decided against intervening, my own selfish motives clouding my judgment. I couldn't deny the satisfaction I felt seeing Lisa vulnerable; her innocence and sensitivity lay bare before me.

As I observed her, I realized that Lisa was not just a naive girl but also a deeply sensitive one, easily swayed by emotions.

It intrigued me—this newfound understanding of her—and I resolved to exploit it to my advantage.

I nodded solemnly, my decision firm despite Mingyu's pleading. "It can't be changed, Mingyu," I reiterated, my tone final. "Well, go and bring something for Lisa to eat, and get her a drink too," I instructed him, my gaze urging him to understand the unspoken message.

Mingyu glanced at me, confusion etched on his face, but the weight of my stare seemed to convey my intentions, and he reluctantly left, casting a lingering glance at Lisa.

Turning to Lisa, I leaned in close, my voice barely a whisper. "Come with me. I need to tell you something."

She met my gaze, her eyes filled with apology. "Sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm fine," she insisted, though her tear-streaked face betrayed her words.

With a soft smile, I gently brushed away her tears. "I know how fine you are, but don't deny my words. Come with me," I urged her tenderly.

She nodded in acquiescence, and I led her through the bustling hallways until we reached the quiet solitude of the library.

Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, I felt her initial confusion, but she didn't resist as I guided her inside.

As we stepped into the room, I couldn't ignore the tears glistening in Lisa's eyes. "Why are you crying, Lisa?" I asked gently, my heart aching at the sight of her distress.

"It's not the end, my dear. If she wins, it doesn't mean you're a loser. You're a strong little doll, and a good girl like you should smile," I encouraged, my voice soft yet firm.

Lisa nodded slowly, her lips quivering as she struggled to compose herself. I reached out, cupping her delicate face in my hands, an unfamiliar tenderness washing over me.

With gentle strokes, I wiped away her tears, each touch a silent promise of support and understanding.

But as I glanced at her flushed cheeks and the way she timidly attempted to retreat, I felt a surge of something unfamiliar stir within me. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the tumult of emotions swirling around us.

"No need to apologize, my dear," I responded, meeting her gaze with a reassuring smile. "Maybe you need to believe that there's something more God has planned for you. If you didn't win this competition, it doesn't mean it's the end of the world."

A wry chuckle bubbled up within me as I watched her win a prize far greater than any trophy. The intensity of my desire for her burned brighter than ever, a hunger that threatened to consume me whole.

It's my attention to her that truly matters. To get what I want—her in my bed—isn't just a fleeting desire. It's a need—a craving more potent than any grand prize she could ever imagine.

I WANT TO F-CK HER HARD

With a grateful nod, Lisa wiped her tears, her words trembling with sincerity. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I understand and appreciate your words. I just... I just felt overwhelmed. But I know you may think I'm being childish."

Her vulnerability only fueled my desire further, igniting a firestorm of longing within me. But as she stood before me, her strength and beauty shining through her tears, I knew that I would stop at nothing to make her mine.

"But it just..." Lisa's voice trailed off, her eyes searching mine for understanding.

I reached out, gently tilting her chin up to meet my gaze. "It's okay, Lisa," I said softly, my heart pounding in my chest. "You're not being childish. You're being human. And in this moment, that's all that matters."

A fragile smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of her tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her gratitude echoing in the silence between us.

At that moment, as our eyes met and our souls connected, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together.

Before she could utter another word, I gently patted her soft cheek, feeling an irresistible urge to lean in and kiss her tender lips. I can't kiss her now; I need to control myself.

But I resisted, suppressing the longing that threatened to consume me. "I can understand," I murmured, masking my desire with a nonchalant tone.

"Women are like that—dramatic," I added with a wry smile, attempting to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "Now relax and enjoy the day with your friends, okay?"

She nodded gratefully, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you for this, Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

A warm smile tugged at my lips as I reassured her, "Always smile, Lisa. Now come on, or else Mingyu will be finding us."

With that, we exited the library, stepping into the bustling main auditorium. As I scanned the crowd, my guard approached me, his expression a mix of concern and deference. "Sir, are you leaving now? The event has ended," he inquired respectfully.

I shook my head, a sudden realization dawning upon me. "Not now," I replied thoughtfully. "Wait for a while."

At that moment, Lisa's words echoed in my mind, sparking a revelation within me. She had topped the university rankings, hadn't she?

Perhaps she was the one slated for the prestigious internship. And if so, I knew exactly what I had to do.

With a determined glint in my eye, I resolved to find the list of interns. And if Lisa's name was indeed on it, I would ensure that she fell right into my grasp, a pawn in my game of desire and ambition.

As Lisa walked away, I noticed the principal walking with my rival, Kang. I gestured for them to join me, and they approached, the tension palpable. "Yes, sir?" the principal inquired, his tone respectful.

I ask coldly, "Are you going for the internship program?" He nodded, affirming, "Yes, sir. I was about to inform you. Please, come to my office. I have files of the students from different batches for you to choose from."

I nodded curtly, acknowledging his words as the principal led us to his office.

In the principal's office, I maintained a composed demeanor despite the presence of Kang, my long-standing rival.

We took our seats. As the principal handed me the files, I scanned through the list of potential candidates for the internship program, weighing each option carefully.

Kang sat by silently, his presence a constant reminder of our competitive relationship. Despite my reservations, I remained focused on the task at hand, determined to select the most deserving candidates based on merit alone.

After a thorough review, I made my selections and handed the files back to the principal. "These are the students I believe would excel in the internship program. I'm choosing Lisa Manoban for my company. Please call her now," I stated firmly, my gaze meeting Kang's with a hint of challenge.

The principal nodded in approval, acknowledging my choices. Kang couldn't resist a jibe, remarking, "I thought you'd choose more eye candy, but you chose a simple one."

I smiled, unfazed by his comment, and replied, "I choose excellence, Kang." My words carried a subtle edge, emphasizing my commitment to meritocracy over superficiality.

Kang's smirk faltered slightly at my response, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features before he masked it with a forced smile. "Of course, excellence," he muttered, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

Ignoring his jab, I maintained my composure, knowing that my decision was based on genuine merit and not influenced by petty rivalries.

However, deep down, I couldn't deny my desire for Lisa. Even if she weren't at the top of the list, I would have chosen her.

As the principal prepared to call Lisa Manoban, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I had chosen a candidate who truly deserved the opportunity and also satisfying my hunger.

As the phone rang, signaling the call to Lisa, I felt a surge of anticipation, eager to see how she would react to the news of her selection.

As soon as we heard a knock, the principal allowed entry, and Lisa stepped in. Her attire now changed to a simple, modest frock, devoid of any makeup, which only enhanced her natural beauty.

The sight of her stirred a primal urge within me, making me want to ravish her then and there.

Looking at us with a hint of confusion, Lisa asked, "Yes sir?" The principal nodded in affirmation, his expression revealing the news about her selection for the internship program.

"Congratulations, Lisa. You've been selected for the internship program at Mr. Kim's company," the principal announced, gesturing toward me.

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise, and she bowed down respectfully. "Thank you, sir. I'll work hard," she replied with a smile that illuminated the room.

As Lisa bowed, her innocence and humility only fueled the fire of desire within me. Her beauty, now amplified by her simplicity, ignited a primal longing that I struggled to contain.

As she smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with gratitude, I couldn't help but imagine the possibilities that lay ahead.

Thoughts of her soft lips parting beneath mine, her delicate form pressed against mine, consumed my mind with a fiery intensity.

Suppressing the urge to act on my desires, I maintained a facade of professionalism, nodding in acknowledgment of her gratitude. But behind the mask, my thoughts burned with a fierce passion.

As Lisa's radiant smile filled the room, I couldn't help but be captivated by her genuine joy and gratitude. Her innocence and sincerity were like a breath of fresh air amidst the tension of the moment.

Feeling a surge of pride, I nodded in acknowledgment. "You deserve this opportunity, Lisa," I said, my voice filled with genuine admiration. "I do not doubt that you will excel in the internship program."

Lisa's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she met my gaze, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you, Mr. Kim," she murmured, her gratitude palpable in every word.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to lighten as Lisa's presence infused it with warmth and positivity. Even Kang couldn't help but offer a begrudging nod of approval, acknowledging her achievement.

As Lisa left the room, her smile lingering in my mind, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation for what the future held.

Little did she know her life would change when she came into my trap, and I would use her for my pleasure.

I will claim her, but now I need to be very careful about this. All I need to do is play wisely to win Lisa's trust and make a plan to get her in my bed to fuck her, even though she will beg for mercy.

I don't care about Mingyu or anything. Did I even care about anyone else before?

As I rose from my chair, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. "So I guess that's it for today," I remarked, addressing the principal.

He stood up and extended his hand, expressing his gratitude. "Thank you so much, sir," he said earnestly.

I nodded in acknowledgment and exited the room, only to find Lisa waiting for me outside. Her hesitant demeanor caught my attention as she spoke up, "I want to talk to you. Can we have a minute, sir?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her formality. "I told you to call me Daddy, Lisa. I'm not your boss, even now," I reminded her playfully.

Leading her away from the bustling office, we found a secluded corner where we could speak freely without any interruptions.

"What happened, dear? Tell me," I encouraged, my voice gentle as I looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of distress or hesitation.

She looked at me and said, "I know it's so weird to ask, but I've heard that you never give anyone an internship program. So, it's sudden that you chose me, and I am very thankful to you, Daddy. I'm even happy to help my parents with that."

A chuckle escaped my lips as I witnessed her sweet innocence blush. "You're the perfect intern for me, Lisa,"

I explained, "That's why I chose you. You topped your university, and your talent is undeniable. Now, remember tomorrow, be on time, Lisa. My professional life is distinct from my personal life. Be there at 8 sharp so I can explain the company's protocols."

Even the rules of pleasing a man, I thought to myself, indulging in the inappropriate thought.

She bowed deeply, expressing her gratitude. "I won't be late, and I'm incredibly grateful for this opportunity."

I patted her head, my tone shifting slightly. "Don't make me wait, Lisa," I said, my voice stern. She looked so confused and asked. "What". I changed my tone and said, "I expect professionalism and punctuality." Now she will be trapped in my web of lust.