The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 290 Playing Right into the Bad Woman's Hands (Part 2)

"For appetizers, we have some excellent monkfish liver today, marinated in wine..."

Bae Young-joon sat at the table, listening to the waiter's attentive introduction of the restaurant's dishes. His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips were tightly pursed, and he held a fork in his left palm, as if he was enduring something.

"Sir, which one would you like?"

"This one will do." Bae Young-joon let out a soft breath, nodded, and leaned forward slightly, getting closer to the snow-white tablecloth.

"Alright, for the main course, we'd like to..."

"It's a recommendation." Bae Young-joon interrupted him before he could say more than a few words. "A recommendation is fine."

"Okay, okay, as for the soup..."

"You decide, this is fine, I'm feeling a little unwell." Pei Yongjun frowned even more, took a deep breath, and slowly turned his toes, pressing them firmly inside his leather shoes.

"Okay, okay." The waiter nodded respectfully, not making a sound to disturb them, and quickly took orders from the menu.

But Lee Ji-eun wasn't so obedient; her soft, sticky tongue made Bae Young-joon uneasy, and his spine trembled.

Bae Yong-joon couldn't help but lift his left hand off the table, secretly slipping it into the tablecloth, and patted her chubby little face as a warning.

Bae Young-joon's eyebrows twitched as he felt a warm, smooth touch on his fingertips.

Lee Ji-eun let out a soft chuckle, her warm lips capturing his fingertips before pulling away and returning to his body.

"Sir, your order is ready, so I'll..." The waiter nodded with a polite smile and prepared to leave.

"Wait, don't get up to eat yet, wait for me to call you." Bae Young-joon called out to him.

"Okay, um, sir, are you feeling a little unwell?" The waiter asked with concern, noticing the thin layer of sweat on Bae Young-joon's nose.

“No, I’m still…” Bae Young-joon smiled, but then suddenly paused, as if he had been caught off guard. “I’m fine.”

He took a deep breath before uttering the last two words.

"Oh, well, if you feel unwell, please feel free to contact me. Enjoy your meal." The waiter gave him another strange look, bowed, and left.

The door to the private room closed, and Bae Yong-joon thrust his hips out in revenge, revealing a satisfied expression, but a wheezing cough could be heard coming from under the tablecloth.

"Cough cough, ah~" Lee Ji-eun lifted the tablecloth and crawled out. Her fair and innocent face was flushed from lack of oxygen. She lay panting on a chair to rest.

"What are you doing? You almost choked to death." Lee Ji-eun, whose voice was also that of a petty woman, had glistening saliva at the corner of her mouth and her eyes were charming and moist.

Her long, dark, and smooth braids, reminiscent of a manga character's, adorned her ears, making her appear both innocent and alluring, radiating a unique charm.

Just minutes earlier, as Bae Yong-joon was playing with her hair and watching her swallow her delicate neck, and the two were having a great time, there was a sudden knock on the door of the private room.

As a VIP customer of the restaurant, Lee Ji-eun found the service to be excellent. The waiters proactively came over to ask if there was anything they could help with and took her order.

Bae Young-joon and Lee Ji-eun looked at each other, and he shook his head slightly, knowing that this was not part of the game.

He was about to reach out and pull her up when Lee Ji-eun blocked his hand, winked at him, and gruffly called out to the door, "Come in!" before ducking down and crawling under the tablecloth.

The next second, the waiter pushed the door open and entered.

"You almost got caught, you crazy woman." Having teetered on the edge of being discovered, Pei Yongjun felt an unusual thrill; the veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed.

Moreover, Lee Ji-eun was quite mischievous, constantly changing her movements and intensity, teasing him to open his mouth and speak at just the right moment, making him jump around wildly.

"The more he talks, the more excited he gets."

He raised his hand to wipe the glistening drool from the corner of her mouth, but Lee Ji-eun, who was panting, suddenly showed her little white teeth and bit him.

"You still have the nerve to say that? You forced me to do this!" Lee Ji-eun frowned, looking at him with a face full of grief and indignation. "Shameless!"

"Ok?"

Bae Yong-joon raised an eyebrow, a sense of absurdity washing over him as he felt he had almost embarrassed himself by her teasing. "Did I force you?"

"Otherwise what? You think you're so great just because you're the president?" Lee Ji-eun pushed him away. "I won't give in!"

"Pooh!"

Seeing Lee Ji-eun's unwavering demeanor, Bae Young-joon felt he really needed to teach her a lesson.

"You forced me to do this?" He grabbed her petite body and pulled her up, shoving her forward and pinning her to the dining table amidst her gasp.

Her skirt fluttered wildly, her snow-white legs kicked erratically, and he slapped her little bottom with a crisp crack, the flesh of her buttocks bouncing wildly in his palm.

"Was it because I forced you?" he asked. "Say it again?"

"That's right! It was all because of you!"

You can only have my body, not my heart!

Lee Ji-eun became more and more excited as she spoke, her little face flushed with excitement, like a little girl who had suffered a great injustice but still refused to give in.

"Bah!"

"I had no choice!"

"Forced into it?" Pei Yongjun recalled her quick tongue just now, and his anger flared up. He pressed down on her waist and slapped her again.

With a soft smack, her soft buttocks trembled, and Lee Ji-eun let out a groan, but she stubbornly insisted, "Go ahead and hit me, hit me to death!"

"Kill you? I bet you've already lost interest in your little boyfriend, and now you're trying to seduce me." Pei Yongjun grabbed her soft, bouncy buttocks with his large hand and questioned her.

"Nonsense! I will always love Youngjoon oppa!" Lee Ji-eun's deeply affectionate expression made Bae Youngjoon laugh in exasperation.

You're getting carried away with the performance, aren't you?

"You like him? If you like him, why were you so proactive just now?" Pei Yongjun lifted her skirt, revealing her white cotton panties, and couldn't help but slap her again, the sound of the slap making her fair buttocks tremble.

"You brat, pretending to be innocent, huh? You were all talk and no action just now, but you're denying it now."

"Nonsense! No! I didn't take the initiative." Lee Ji-eun was very stubborn.

"Did you or not? Tell me!" Pei Yongjun slapped her again, looking at her little bottom that was red from the slap, a strange sense of excitement welled up in his heart, and he jumped.

"It hurts, stop hitting me, Oppa..." Lee Ji-eun finally couldn't keep up the act anymore and looked at Bae Young-joon with teary eyes.

Looking into her teary eyes, Bae Young-joon was so engrossed in his conversation that he didn't want to stop there.

She's just going to ignore the anger she's stirred up?
He shook his neck, moved his right hand, pulled off his tie, and quickly tied Lee Ji-eun's hands behind her back.

Practice makes perfect. He practiced on the little rabbit and now moves incredibly fast.

"Hey~ let me go!" Lee Ji-eun whimpered.

"Let you go? I'm going to teach you a lesson for your unlucky little boyfriend today, you bad woman!" Bae Yong-joon tugged at his underwear, revealing two mounds of flesh on his buttocks. On his fair skin, one could vaguely see the hot finger marks he had just left.

He couldn't help but jump even harder, reaching under her to scoop her up. Looking at her glistening fingertips, he laughed. "You little rascal, even like this, you're still being stubborn?"

"I like him! It's all because of you!" Seeing that she couldn't break free, Lee Ji-eun turned around and, as if she had nothing to lose, raised her little head and started acting even more.

"My heart will always belong to Youngjun Oppa!"

Bae Young-joon slapped her on the butt again, "Say what you want, I'll make you admit defeat today!"

He leaned over, and the petty Lee Ji-eun's eyes widened in surprise. Then she wrapped her body around him like an octopus.

"Did you take the initiative? Tell me!"

"Yes, it was me who took the initiative. I'm a bad woman..."

Looking at Lee Ji-eun, who seemed to be either scared or excited, Bae Young-joon suddenly had a strange thought.

Oh dear, isn't this exactly what this woman wanted?
Bae Young-joon himself couldn't say for sure who was taking advantage of whom, but...

never mind.

Anyway, the person is yours.

In the well-soundproofed private room, President Pei was extremely pleased to punish the seemingly innocent but actually wicked woman.

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Lee Ji-eun lay on the dining table with flushed cheeks, her fair thighs dangling over the edge. Her skin was rosy, and she was panting heavily. It was as if an electric current still lingered in her body, and she didn't want to move a single finger.

"Aren't you going to get up?" Bae Young-joon sat beside her, slowly stroking her lower abdomen.

The exposed skin still held the sweat from earlier, which spread across the fingertips, making the skin appear even smoother and giving it an excellent feel.

"Hmm..." The fingertips brushed over, triggering the residual current in Lee Ji-eun's body, and her lower abdomen couldn't help but twitch. "Stop messing around, I'm thirsty, drink some water."

"Have some of this." Bae Young-joon took a small piece of mango from the fruit plate and put it in her mouth.

The cool fruit helped Lee Ji-eun recover a little.

She chewed a few times, then almost choked on the mango, grumbling, "I want water, go get me some water."

"If you want some water, go ask your Yongjun oppa for some." Bae Yongjun smiled and gave her a piece of guava.

With her pearly white teeth chewing on the pinkish flesh, Lee Ji-eun looked at Bae Young-joon's profile and chuckled, "Oh, my dear President Bae, what are you doing? Are you jealous of yourself?"

“You have to go all the way when you’re acting,” Bae Young-joon said, reaching out and wiping the juice from the corner of her mouth with his fingertip. “That’s what they taught me.”

As a result, she curled her pink tongue and pulled his fingertip into her mouth, licking the juice off his finger with her little tongue, like a lazy little kitten.

Lee Ji-eun spat out his finger, stuck out her tongue, sat up, and with a mischievous smile on her face, leaned on Bae Young-joon's shoulder, her two little oranges swaying slightly in the air, rubbing against his shoulder almost imperceptibly.

"Don't worry, my Youngjoon oppa, don't you know whether he likes you or not?"

"Really? I have a feeling that you're in love with President Pei?" Pei Yongjun continued to feed her fruit, this time a blueberry.

"Ugh, so sour~" Lee Ji-eun wrinkled her little face, then continued with a bitter expression, "I like Young-joon oppa, and I like President Bae too, is that not allowed?"

She blinked, as if she felt her explanation was flawless.

"You're a womanizer, a scumbag," Bae Yong-joon judged bluntly, then fed her another strawberry.

"Hey, so you're allowed to go around provoking other people, can't I even think about it?" Lee Ji-eun grumbled twice in dissatisfaction and shook his body.

"Anyway, it's all you. Once you become a director, I'll start liking Director Pei. Once you become the president, I'll start liking President Pei."

"like it all."

Lee Ji-eun waved her little hand, "Let everyone have their share!"

“Fickle-minded,” Pei Yongjun replied.

“I follow my husband’s lead, but my favorite is still Youngjoon oppa.” Lee Ji-eun leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

Bae Yong-joon smiled, pulled her close, and captured her red lips, sucking on her sweet, fruity juice.

The two lingered tenderly at the dining table for a long time before Lee Ji-eun finally broke free and looked up to ask, "So, what should I tell Woo Kyung-ho when I get back?"

“Well then, you don’t need to say anything, lest you say too much and make a mistake. Just say that everything is normal for me,” Bae Young-joon said. “As for why, let Woo Kyung-ho guess for himself.”

"Alright, I'll do as you say." Lee Ji-eun nodded, then turned and asked curiously, "So what exactly happened? Do you really have connections with the Blue House?"

"You don't believe me?" Bae Young-joon smiled, toying with the slightly disheveled braid in his palm.

"It's not that I don't believe it, but what's going on?" Lee Ji-eun was genuinely curious.

She inquired at Kakao Entertainment and learned that Kim Bum-soo's special phone call was actually made after receiving a notification from the Blue House, which is why the deep cooperation with CJ Entertainment was called off at the last minute.

But Bae Young-joon?

She was extremely curious about what was going on.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for this."

Bae Young-joon told Lee Ji-eun about Woo Kyung-ho's background, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Woo Kyung-ho is so scheming, his intentions must be extraordinary."

“Naturally, someone would deal with him. I just happened to be there and happened to come across this opportunity.”

“I see,” Lee Ji-eun nodded, a look of sudden realization on her face. “But he’s really too audacious.”

"Otherwise, how could Yu Qinghao be content with such illustrious parents and his own shameful background?"

"But as soon as his ambition took hold, we caught him."

"I caught him." Lee Ji-eun immediately corrected him, snorting, "You've done me such a big favor, aren't you going to thank me?"

"Wasn't your thanks just now enough?" Bae Yong-joon reached out and grabbed her little bottom, making a grabbing motion.

"Hey, move it away!" Lee Ji-eun, who was full, exclaimed and kicked Bae Young-joon away, jumping off the table in a flash.

Bae Young-joon smiled, watching Lee Ji-eun quickly tidy her clothes, and asked, "Do you want to get back your future earnings?"

"What?" Lee Ji-eun suddenly looked up.

In order to obtain shares in her agency, she mortgaged the right to the profits from her future contracts, but now Bae Young-joon is saying she can take them back.

"Really? You have a way?"

She became excited.

(End of this chapter)