Min-seok nodded in agreement. "With this kind of backing, we can scale up production immediately. We're not just talking about one or two AI-generated films. We're talking about an entire library of content that can be deployed across multiple platforms simultaneously."

"And it puts pressure on LUNE." Baek Ji-hwan observed, his thoughts returning to the annoyance that had sparked this conversation. "They're working on their next project, probably thinking they've made some kind of breakthrough with Chae-won's involvement. But we'll be flooding the market with superior content before they can even finish post-production."

"Exactly." Min-seok's grin was predatory. "They won't know what hit them. By the time they release their film, we'll have already captured the audience's attention, set new standards for quality, and made their offering look outdated by comparison."

Lee Kang-hoon, who had been listening with growing interest, spoke up. "If I might make a suggestion—why limit ourselves to films? Our AI technology can generate other forms of entertainment as well. Music, video games, virtual reality experiences. The applications are limitless."

Baek Ji-hwan considered this, his mind already calculating the possibilities. "You're right. We shouldn't think small. This isn't just about crushing one small competitor. It's about establishing ourselves as the dominant force in entertainment technology. We want to be the ones setting the standards, the ones everyone else is trying to catch up to."

He lifted his glass again, his eyes sweeping around the room, taking in the three men who stood with him—family, allies, co-conspirators in a venture that would reshape the industry.

"To the AI venture." He proposed. "To dominating the market. To making sure that anyone who thinks they can challenge us learns the hard way that the Baek family always wins."

"To the AI venture." Min-seok echoed, raising his glass.

"To the Baek family." Lee Kang-hoon added, lifting his own.

Their glasses met in the center of the room, three crystal vessels coming together in a toast that sealed their alliance and their ambitions. But the celebration was just beginning.

As they drank, the atmosphere in the room began to shift. The business conversation had reached its natural conclusion, the decisions had been made, and now it was time for something more personal—something that had become a tradition among these men, a ritual of bonding and excess.

The women in the room understood their roles perfectly. Without needing to be told, they began to move with practiced grace, their bodies already responding to the unspoken signals that the business portion of the evening had concluded.

Baek Ji-hwan's companion rose from her seat beside his chair, her fingers moving to the zipper at the back of her dress. With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to lower it, the fabric parting to reveal the smooth skin beneath. Her eyes never left his, her expression a mixture of invitation and submission.

Min-seok's companion followed suit, her hands moving to the straps of her silk slip dress, sliding them from her shoulders. The garment pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but lingerie that was more decorative than functional—sheer lace that revealed more than it concealed.

Lee Kang-hoon's secretary, who had been standing quietly near the door, began her own transformation. Her tailored dress was unbuttoned with efficient precision, each button revealing another inch of skin, another curve of her body. When she stepped free of the garment, she wore nothing but a bra and panties set that matched the others in its deliberate sex appeal.

The three men watched, their drinks still in hand, their eyes appreciative as the women began to undress. This was the reward for a successful day, the celebration of another victory, the acknowledgment that they had the power, the wealth, and the women to satisfy their every desire.

The office, already filled with the scent of expensive alcohol and the lingering warmth of business success, began to take on a different atmosphere as the women continued their slow, deliberate striptease. This was a familiar ritual, one that had played out in this room countless times before—a private celebration of power, wealth, and the absolute certainty that they were untouchable.

Baek Ji-hwan's companion was the first to fully disrobe, stepping out of her dress and letting it fall to the marble floor with a soft whisper of fabric. She wore nothing underneath—no bra, no panties, just smooth, flawless skin that had been carefully maintained at considerable expense. Her body was a testament to the kind of perfection that money could buy, from her toned legs to her firm breasts to the flat stomach that spoke of rigorous diet and exercise.

She moved toward him with practiced grace, her hips swaying slightly with each step, her eyes locked on his. When she reached his chair, she sank to her knees beside him, her hands resting on his thighs, her position one of utter submission.

Min-seok's companion had discarded her silk dress entirely, leaving her in a sheer black bra and thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her body was petite but curvy in all the right places, and she moved with the kind of confident sexuality that came from knowing exactly how to please a man. She curled up on the sofa beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand trailing down his chest toward his belt.

Lee Kang-hoon's secretary, now down to her matching lingerie set, approached with the efficient precision she applied to all her professional duties. Her bra was push-up style, enhancing her cleavage, and her panties were cut high on her hips, accentuating her legs. She stood before him, waiting for his signal, her posture perfect, her expression attentive.

The three men watched with undisguised appreciation, their earlier business conversation fading into the background as they focused on the more immediate pleasures available to them. This was what power looked like—not just the ability to make decisions that affected thousands of employees, not just the capacity to move billions of won with a single signature, but the freedom to indulge in any desire, any fantasy, any excess without consequence.

"To success." Baek Ji-hwan proposed, lifting his glass once more. "To wealth. To women who know their place."

"To success." The others echoed, their glasses meeting again in a second toast.

As they drank, the women continued their preparations. Baek Ji-hwan's companion leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath warm against his skin. Her hands moved to his belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle with practiced ease. This wasn't her first time, and it wouldn't be her last. She knew exactly what he liked, exactly how to touch him, exactly how to make him feel like the most powerful man in the room.

Min-seok's companion had already unbuttoned his shirt, her hands exploring his chest with appreciative touches. She pressed kisses to his neck, her tongue tracing the sensitive skin there, her body molding against his side. The plug she wore remained in place, a constant reminder of her submission, but tonight was about more than just that—it was about pleasing him, about being used by him, about surrendering to whatever he desired.

Lee Kang-hoon's secretary had taken a different approach. She knelt between his legs, her hands moving to his zipper, lowering it with deliberate slowness. Her eyes met his, dark with invitation, her lips parted slightly in anticipation. She was good at this—exceptionally good—and she knew it. It was why she had been chosen for this position, why she was paid so well, why she was here tonight instead of countless other women who would have given anything to take her place.

The atmosphere in the room had shifted completely now, the business discussion forgotten, the financial data on the screen ignored. This was about pleasure now—about the satisfaction of desires that had been building throughout the day, about the release that came from absolute power and absolute control.

Baek Ji-hwan set down his glass, his hand coming to rest on his companion's head, his fingers threading through her carefully styled hair. She responded immediately, her lips pressing kisses to his inner thigh, her tongue tracing the sensitive skin there. This was what she was here for—what all of them were here for. To please him, to satisfy him, to make him feel like the king of his empire.

Min-seok had pulled his companion closer, his hand cupping her breast through the sheer fabric of her bra, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips, her body responding instinctively to his caress. The plug inside her shifted with her movement, creating sensations that made her gasp, made her hips rock against his side. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Lee Kang-hoon's secretary had freed him from his trousers, her hand wrapping around his cock with practiced confidence. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, building pleasure with each touch. Her eyes never left his, watching his reactions, adjusting her technique based on the responses she could see in his expression.

The three men exchanged glances across the room, a silent acknowledgment of the shared experience. This was how they celebrated their victories—how they marked their successes, how they reinforced the bonds of alliance and mutual benefit. The women were beautiful, willing, and completely theirs to use as they pleased.

And as the evening continued, as the alcohol continued to flow, as the women continued their ministrations, the three men settled into the familiar rhythm of indulgence and excess. They had crushed another competitor, secured another fortune, and solidified their control over an industry that was on the verge of transformation.

They were the Baek family, and they always won.