UR Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Rumble, Crash.

They had said it would rain late in the afternoon, yet dry thunder rumbled from the early morning. There wasn’t a hint of humidity in the air, suggesting that only strong winds would blow.

Perhaps because the tigers—more specifically, the gathering of tiger beastmen—were meeting today, even the sky and wind seemed to move in a chaotic dance.

Since early morning, fierce winds and rolling thunder prompted a “Lightning Warning” across every mountain path in Seoul. Yet, the parking lot of Samhanjae, a hotel exclusively for beastmen, nestled at the foot of Inwangsan Mountain, was packed with black sedans, mocking the warnings.

Screech.

A young man wearing glasses brought his car to a stop. It was a sleek, well-proportioned black mid-sized sedan. Unlike the many other parked cars, this one bore a gleaming triangular metal emblem on the lower right side. Samho.

A parking attendant, initially moving with a parking baton, froze upon spotting it. Another staff member hurriedly ran toward the car.

“Let them know that Young Master Eun Beom-ho has arrived.”

Upon hearing the order, the attendants at the back quickly scattered, answering with a brief, “Yes, sir!”

“Ah, thank you for your hard work.”

The man in the driver’s seat rolled down the window and gave a brief nod of acknowledgment as he handed over the car keys. The parking attendant accepted them with a polite smile.

“I’ll take care of the valet parking.”

“…President.”

The man turned his head toward the backseat.

Inside the mid-sized sedan, the atmosphere was the complete opposite of the raging weather outside—calm, almost eerily so. Or perhaps it only felt that way because the man sitting with his eyes closed remained completely silent.

The bespectacled driver called out again, this time more formally, “President.”

Only then did the elegantly gloved fingers in the back seat move slightly.

“It’s time to wake up.”

“…Alright.”

A short, crisp reply.

Slowly, the man rose from his seat. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his tall, lean frame carried an air of quiet authority. An overwhelming presence surrounded him, making it clear he was not someone easily approached.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, concierges, neatly dressed in their uniforms, lined up to greet him at the hotel entrance. The grand doors of Samhanjae swung wide open.

“It’s quite chilly this morning, isn’t it? Right, President Eun Beom-ho?”

The bespectacled man, Eun Sung-jun, shuddered as he muttered to himself. Maybe it was the humidity. Unlike the pristine elegance of the hotel, the air felt suffocatingly heavy. His face turned slightly pale.

The man in the black suit walking beside him glanced down with an amused yet knowing expression.

“You know it’s not because of the weather.”

“……”

“It’s because the tiger beastmen are gathering.”

Lifting his right wrist slightly, he let the heavy metallic watch strap shift with a soft clink. His gaze lowered, checking the time.

The clock hands were still stuck at 9. His expression was one of boredom.

“You don’t like coming to places like this?”

Eun Sung-jun stole glances at the man inspecting his watch and whispered,

“You don’t like it?”

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

“Because I already know what they’re going to say.”

“Even San-gun (Mountain Lord) can predict that?”

Eun Sung-jun’s eyes widened behind his glasses, his lips pursing in curiosity.

The man, however, simply offered a faint smile without answering.

Since early morning, Samhanjae (A hotel exclusively for beastmen) had been hosting the founding anniversary event of Samho, a corporation led by the tiger beastman clan.

The anniversary celebration had brought a flood of visitors. Some came to offer congratulations, others to seek favors, and still others with hidden agendas. A storm of different people swirled around Eun-gang, all converging on him like a typhoon.

Eun-gang sat down with a displeased expression. At some point, his arms had folded across his chest, and his gaze, indifferent, swept over his surroundings. Around him, small groups of friends were gathered, chatting away.

Having received congratulations on this anniversary for decades now, he no longer felt anything special about it. The routine was always the same—accepting bouquets, exchanging pleasantries, receiving gifts. And just as expected, his friends seized the opportunity to start bragging.

“I already have ten great-grandchildren! And my youngest grandson’s wife just joined the family—she’s so charming and full of affection. She even suggested taking all the kids on a trip together!”

“Oh, is that so? Well, we just bought a cruise ship! We’re thinking of taking the entire family—children, in-laws, grandchildren—on a European tour. Where do you think would be the most fun?”

Now that they had all reached an age where wealth and status were secured, the only thing left to boast about was their children. More than anything, it had turned into a competition over who had the most children and the most harmonious family.

Eun-gang had always prided himself on being broad-minded, someone who lived with the generosity of an ocean. And yet, from early morning, his insides felt like they were being scraped raw.

What irritated him even more was the fact that he knew exactly what this unsettling, nauseating feeling was—jealousy and envy.

And the reason for it? Something so trivial.

His eldest grandson, Eun Beom-ho, was still single.

A young, virile tiger should have already settled down and started a family. The fact that Beom-ho was living alone—without even a heat partner, let alone a wife—was a humiliation.

It was an absolute disgrace that the incompetent grandsons of his old friends were all happily married while his grandson—who lacked neither wealth nor power—was still unattached.

Eun-gang’s irritation simmered dangerously.

“So, has Beom-ho had a child yet? Haven’t heard any news about that.”

Ho-seung, a relative, finally dropped the inevitable question, smiling knowingly.

Eun-gang had expected that someone would bring it up sooner or later, but having it thrown at him before he could brace himself still stung. His thick white eyebrows twitched.

Ho-seung’s eldest nephew, Ho-yoon, quickly darted his eyes around before tugging at his uncle’s sleeve.

“Uncle, I think you should stop there.”

“Stop what? Hah! I was just asking out of curiosity.”

Ho-seung laughed heartily, the sharp scent of alcohol wafting from him. He had clearly been drinking heavily since the morning, using the anniversary as an excuse.

“…….”

“Tsk, Ho-seung, you idiot. Beom-ho isn’t even married yet.”

Was the man trying to tease or defend him? Another elder joined in, chuckling while smacking Ho-yoon’s hand away as he tried to intervene. Ho-yoon looked flustered, failing to stop the two elders’ exchange.

“You shouldn’t ask things like that.”

“Ah, my mistake! I must have been out of line.”

Ho-seung waved his hands dismissively, laughing it off as if it were a joke.

Eun-gang found the sight of him insufferable, but what truly caught his attention was the way Ho-yoon’s face had gone pale beyond him.

For a moment, Eun-gang seriously considered flipping the entire table.

But no—flipping tables was something weak men did.

If he were to flip it, it would be a disaster.

Instead, he took a deep breath and let the thought pass.

“…Hmph.”

Eun-gang let out a small hmm as he cleared his throat, clenching his fists tightly.

‘Hold it in…’

They say that enduring anger three times can prevent murder—as well as strokes and high blood pressure. Eun-gang gritted his teeth. A tiger must uphold his dignity.

“A mistake is a mistake. So, when is Beom-ho getting married, then?”

“Exactly! He’s the best-looking one in the Eun family. Everyone’s been waiting for Beom-ho to settle down.”

Blah, blah, blah.

Ho-yoon blinked rapidly, sneaking glances at Eun-gang’s expression, but the oblivious elders continued their noisy chatter.

“Sir, Young Master Eun Beom-ho has arrived.”

Just as Eun-gang was about to reach his boiling point, his grandson arrived. His secretary leaned in and whispered the announcement discreetly.

Eun-gang immediately shot up from his seat, acknowledging the words. The elders drinking by his side were still chattering away, too absorbed in their own conversation to notice.

“…….”

As the founder of Samho—a company that ruled the world like a mighty tiger—Eun-gang had built his empire alongside his wife, Madam Geum-san.

Back when the general public barely understood the difference between beastmen and humans, Samho had carefully cultivated the image of beastmen.

In the past, pure-blooded beastmen were regarded with heavy prejudice—viewed as mere “predators” or “dangerous animals.” Some even argued that beastmen belonged in zoos rather than society. It was Eun-gang’s greatest achievement to have flipped that perception entirely, turning beastmen into a symbol of prestige and admiration.

Maintaining an air of mystery while carefully managing public exposure, Samho invested heavily in social initiatives—charity work, cultural projects, and philanthropy—to rebrand the image of predatory beastmen.

As direct descendants of the tiger beastman clan, the Eun family was expected to uphold the company’s values and give back to society in return for the privileges they enjoyed.

The rules were simple:

1. Remain the apex predator, but never act harmful.
2. Always project a soft, gentle image.
3. Maintain dignity as the highest class in society.
   These principles had been drilled into them over and over, endlessly reinforced…

At least, in public.

“Grandfather, congratulations on the founding anniversary.”

Eun Beom-ho greeted him with a soft smile, presenting a bouquet.

“…….”

Eun-gang stared blankly at the flowers his grandson held out.

It was a lush, elegant bouquet, beautifully arranged with colorful freesias and Western roses. There wasn’t a single flaw to criticize—down to the last petal, it was perfectly suited to his tastes.

The delicate floral fragrance mixed with the subtle, bitter scent of Beom-ho’s cologne, lingering faintly at the tip of his nose. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, studying his grandson’s face.

Handsome. Always impeccably groomed.

It was no surprise—among the tiger beastmen, Beom-ho had inherited the strongest, purest bloodline. There was no way he would be lacking in any aspect.

Moreover, unlike the others, he hadn’t relied on his elders’ support. He had built his own company from the ground up, proving himself through sheer hard work.

He had no flaws.

Except for one.

“Beom-ho,” Eun-gang said with a gentle smile. His tone was warm, though to anyone watching, it would have seemed forced. To him, it was an Oscar-worthy performance.

Though his body was as strong as ever—never having suffered so much as a cold—he let out a faint, weary sigh, his eyes reddening slightly as if he were ill.

“How much longer do I have left to live?”

Lying wasn’t easy at his age, but he managed.

“Before I die, I just want to see my eldest grandson get married.”

He even put on a pitiful expression for effect.

But his grandson wasn’t falling for it.

With an utterly calm demeanor, Beom-ho replied,

“Grandfather, I’d say you’ve got at least another 100 years to go.”

TL/N: And folks 19+ it is. Enjoy!!