The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39. Plunder (3)

‘What’s this guy?’

Choi Yu-rin felt curiosity stir as she looked at the partner accompanying An Hyun-ju.
A face she’d never seen before.

An Hyun-ju was known to have no interest in men.
He didn’t look like he’d debuted on the professional circuit.

‘An actor? Or a model?’

Korean male professional golfers were internationally recognized for their looks.

Put him among them, and Park Do-jun’s appearance would fade in comparison.

Most male players were tall.

Unlike athletes in other sports, they had perfect overall balance in their physiques.

The man before her was no less striking than professional golfers.

Model-level height, lean frame, and his golf attire was tailored perfectly to suit him.
He looked young, yet there was an understated charisma about him.

Unlike Park Do-jun’s rather arrogant first impression, this man had presence.

“I’m Choi Yu-rin, a pro. And…”
“I’m Park Do-jun.”

At the arrival of Ha Tae-ung, who came with An Hyun-ju, Park Do-jun’s expression twisted visibly.

‘So much for the humble act…’

An Hyun-ju had been putting on a show of propriety in front of people, maintaining an aloof demeanor.
This stranger, her partner for this round, was instantly grating.

Ha Tae-ung was a head taller than Park Do-jun, and his style was impeccable.

His features were masculine and refined, his face handsome, and his bearing confident.

Park Do-jun’s mood had soured before they’d even exchanged words.

“Do we know each other?”
“……??”
“We’re meeting for the first time… why are you speaking casually to me?”

Park Do-jun was caught off-guard.
Ha Tae-ung was openly expressing dissatisfaction with him.

“…….”

The air around them turned icy cold.

“You said Hyun-ju was your sister! I’m older than Hyun-ju, so that makes me your senior!”

Park Do-jun snapped to attention and raised his voice.
He was twenty-seven years old this year.

‘Damn kid! I’ll wipe that smirk right off his face!’

Contrary to appearances, Park Do-jun hadn’t grown up gently sheltered.

He’d earned a reputation as a school bully during his teenage years.

Now, as a professional player, he’d tempered his nature considerably.

But his true nature hadn’t changed.

He maintained two utterly different faces—one for the camera, one behind closed doors.

Park Do-jun was known to quietly discipline his juniors out of sight of the managers.

Among male professional golfers, the hierarchy was strictly observed—unlike among the women.

The Korean professional golf world was surprisingly small.

No matter how skilled you were, you couldn’t rise alone by disrespecting your seniors.

This face joining An Hyun-ju’s round was a complete stranger to him.
Could be some semi-pro friend making his debut.

“Senior? We’re meeting for the first time?”

Ha Tae-ung laughed lightly, amused.

“Hey!!”

Park Do-jun erupted, his voice sharp.

Fury flickered in his narrowed eyes.

“What!”

Ha Tae-ung shot back immediately.
Park Do-jun’s fists clenched with force.

He’d been training in kickboxing on the side.

If he wanted, laying this man flat wouldn’t be difficult.

“Hahaha. Why’s the mood so tense? These golf guys sure live up to the stereotype~”

Choi Yu-rin smoothly inserted herself, reading the situation.

This round had a purpose.

She didn’t want things to fall apart the moment they’d met in the parking lot.

‘An Hyun-ju, that scheming little fox. I need to assess her skill firsthand.’

An Hyun-ju scraped by as a lesson instructor at Gangnam Private High School.

Choi Yu-rin had heard rumors here and there, but wanted to see for herself what the fuss was about.

She wanted to prepare for the day An Hyun-ju returned as a professional golfer.

As her own form was slipping, she already dreaded the winds of change An Hyun-ju’s return would bring.

A tall, slender frame with a beautiful face.
Even though a brief scandal had limited her activities, anyone could see why she’d naturally draw attention.

If she still maintained her golf skills…

With Park Do-jun’s help, Choi Yu-rin had begun gaining fame as a beautiful female golfer through YouTube recently.

An Hyun-ju’s comeback would be nothing but a threat to her rise.

Snap.

Sparks flew between the two men’s burning gazes.

“Are we… going to play the round?”

An Hyun-ju spoke quietly into the charged atmosphere.

“Of course we should play.”

Park Do-jun turned away, a sinister smile crossing his face.

You didn’t need fists to destroy a man’s pride.

Today’s meeting was fundamentally a golf match—a test of skill.

“Just playing would be boring, though… how about we make a wager?”

Park Do-jun dangled the bait.

Backing down now would be a sign of cowardice in a heated moment like this.

Especially with two beautiful women watching.
Few Korean men would have the nerve to walk away.

“Okay.”

Ha Tae-ung accepted the wager without hesitation.

“One million per stroke. In?”
“That’s crazy! You’re ranked 3rd on the pro circuit, Park!”

An Hyun-ju gasped in alarm, raising her voice in protest.

“Tae-ung’s taking his first sanctioned round today.”
“What? His first time?”
“Are you joking?”

This was a professional round.
At minimum, a semi-pro level partner was needed as a courtesy.

A semi-pro amateur would have basic playing years and be a single-digit handicap golfer at least.

Yet An Hyun-ju had brought a complete beginner on his first sanctioned round as her partner.

“I’m in.”

Ha Tae-ung’s answer came out suddenly.

“Tae-ung!”

An Hyun-ju turned back to him, flustered.

“Don’t worry, sis. I’ve only got money anyway.”

Ha Tae-ung flashed a meaningful smile.

‘What? Did he land a wealthy sponsor or something?’

That’s when Choi Yu-rin’s eyes truly registered Ha Tae-ung’s clothing and wristwatch.

Everything screamed high-end brands.

‘Today’s going to be fun, isn’t it?’

Seducing taken men was Choi Yu-rin’s favorite pastime.

A subtle shift flickered in her gaze as she looked at Ha Tae-ung.

Between her slightly parted lips, a thin tongue flicked, tasting the air.

* * *

“The Prince of Short Game, huh?”

The man whose eyes burned with the fire of a hunter unable to catch his prey was named Park Do-jun.

A famous player ranked within Korea’s professional tour.

The master of the putter, known as the Prince of Short Game.

We’d had quite the initial clash.
Soon after, we waited for tee-off time at the Club House for the actual round.

I’d used the spare moment to search for Park Do-jun’s name online and monitor him.

“Choi Yu-rin’s competent enough, but…

She’s obviously cunning, that fox of a pro golfer.

But she pales next to Hyun-ju.

Pretty as she tries to look, both her appearance and skill lag far behind my sister’s.”

“The pink aura matches her well.”

Choi Yu-rin radiated a sweet, cotton-candy pink light.
Park Do-jun, with his nasty temperament, was wrapped in a dark red aura.

The unique light each person gave off was a direct reflection of their true nature.

“So this is how they live.”

A golf course I’d never been anywhere near before.

The course was at the height of May’s verdant bloom.

A golf course spanning over three hundred thousand square meters.
The sprawling landscape was refreshing and invigorating.

Distant, gentle mountains and a brilliantly clear sky.

I finally understood why the wealthy had always sought out golf courses on weekends.

They’d focus intently on work throughout the week, then indulge in this leisure on weekends.

Now I was entering that world too.

I hadn’t slept at the Signiel apartment last night.
There were no furnishings set up yet.

I’d spent the night at the Latte Hotel upstairs instead.

The abundance of choices that wealth afforded—a life without compromise.

Now that money had come into my hands, my life had become abundantly richer.

I’d accepted the wager and converted a billion won into my account.

“How many should I buy?”

This first visit to the golf course had genuinely impressed me.

Beyond investment, it was the perfect refuge.

I wouldn’t mind coming back whenever I wanted rest, bringing my clubs to combine recreation with exercise.

“Buy… what?”

An Hyun-ju’s voice came from behind me.
I turned to look at her.

“……!!”

In that moment, An Hyun-ju caught my eye completely.

‘That’s cheating.’

She looked completely different from how she appeared at the school practice range.
Like the very reincarnation of a golf goddess!

Exactly as I’d seen her in the past.

Clean, minimalist golf wear with barely visible brand logos.
Beneath an ivory-toned short skirt, her legs stretched out in perfect proportion.

Toned, lean muscle definition in well-developed legs.

A perfectly balanced body line suited to her tall, proportioned frame.
Hair neatly tied in a ponytail and a sun cap to match.

A beautifully proportioned small face with striking eyes, nose, and lips!

“Why? Is something wrong?”

As I narrowed my eyes and stared, she checked her outfit again.

“Perfect!”

“Why were you nervous?”
“Well… I mean…”

Choi Yu-rin, now changed into her golf attire.

Choi Yu-rin, coordinated in a black tank top with short white shorts.

While she fell short of An Hyun-ju on nearly every front, her sexual appeal was the exception.

“Hey! With An Hyun-ju and Choi Yu-rin, the pros?”
“Is there a round today?”

“Looks like some model playing with them?”

“……??”
“Let’s play fair today.”

The aftereffects of our first clash still lingered in his eyes—fierce and hostile.

Conscious of the people around us, he shook my hand reluctantly.

“But a game’s a game.”

Park Do-jun reminded me once more of our stakes: one million won per stroke.
That instant!

-Encounter with a Congenital Villain confirmed.

A Congenital Villain?

-Will you Plunder the target’s Life Talent Putter Ability?

Life Talent Putter Ability—Plunder?

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