Chapter 111: Mu-yeol Island 12
November 9, 2076, Monday. I'd been riding in the AV since early morning. Of course, I couldn't just lounge around during transit time. The list of things I had to keep tabs on and handle kept growing by the day. Weekends were the only time I could somewhat relax, but even that was getting tough lately. Take Saturday—if you really thought about it, that had basically been work too. I'd gone all the way up north past Pyongyang to greet and inspect the secretaries. And on the way back, I'd handled business as usual.
Thankfully, I'd gotten some play in yesterday. It had been a while since I'd ravaged Min Ji-ah, feeling the tight, juicy flesh of my side-branch aunt. I'd even made her kiss the tip of my cock—her, who saw it as filthy and absolutely refused to put it in her mouth. She still had a fierce resistance to sucking, but she'd tearfully gone along with the glans kiss. My goal with training her was to break her down step by step until she did rimjobs without batting an eye.
There was one regrettable update on Levi. Doing 3,000x pleasure sex right now would fry even her brain. And that was without torture—apparently, they didn't recommend even 10x unless necessary. Do it wrong, and she'd end up a vegetable. So Min Ji-ah's suggestion was to start at 5x and slowly ramp it up. Levi's mental resistance was insanely strong, so if they took it gradual, she'd eventually handle 3,000x.
'Demons are supposed to handle 3,000x pleasure as standard. Damn.'
I had no idea when that "eventually" would be, but at least it was possible without permanent damage. It'd happen someday, right? Disappointing, but we'd start at 5x and build from there. The goal was still 3,000x. The funny part? That bitch Min Ji-ah suggested it but didn't bring the 5x drug. What a true airhead.
"The 'Special Act on Establishing a Permanent Special Prosecution Office' introduced last week faces significant points of resistance."
"Resistance? Let me see."
I took the documents from Ra Seung-hee and read them. With Grandfather's influence, the bill introduced in the Incheon Council last week was shockingly radical—even to me, who knew jack about law.
First off, it included everything I'd wanted:
Key Provisions of the Special Act:
1. Establishes a permanent Special Prosecutor (hereinafter "Special Prosecutor") with no jurisdictional limits within Incheon, enabling investigations without sacred territories.
2. Provides the Special Prosecutor with a permanent Terminator, granting full usage authority.
3. Logs usage history of Terminators and implants on a separate server, not the Prosecutor's Office.
4. Introduces judges and special judges (hereinafter "Special Judges") under the permanent Special Prosecution Office for unrestricted, swift operations.
5. Special Judges handle warrant reviews and rulings requested by the Special Prosecutor.
That was the baseline, but even I could see the problems piling up. In one word: it created an agency with absolute judicial power. And the follow-ups were even crazier.
Additional Clauses:
'Special Prosecutor investigations presume a "Cooperation Order" (non-cooperation itself is illegal).'
'Thus, no Miranda rights notification (right to silence or counsel) required for investigations or arrests.'
'Significant circumstantial evidence presumes guilt.'
'No liability for ideological deaths by Terminator.'
Furthermore, most personnel and decisions at the Permanent Special Prosecution Office involve private judges. 'Qualified' civilians like lawyers or retired prosecutors can intervene via 'fair,' 'transparent,' non-public screening—10 selected private judges join 10 internal (Special Prosecutor/Special Judges) and 5 appointed by the Chief for votes. Privates hold ~40% sway. Majority approval needed, so stuffing them with my people means de facto control.
The bill claims this 'checks monopoly via civilian input.' Total bullshit, of course.
Every line caught in my throat like a masterpiece of absurdity. I couldn't help but admire it.
"Whoa..."
An involuntary exclamation slipped out. I'd figured it'd be sly enough that normies would shrug "What's the issue?" but nope—blunt as a hammer. This hits the net, and it'll explode.
"If it passes as-is, the Permanent Special Prosecution Office would collapse Incheon's judiciary outright. Even if enacted, it'll likely face unconstitutional rulings."
"Unconstitutional, huh."
No matter how autonomous Incheon was, the pinnacle was still the Constitution. Whether enforced smoothly was debatable, but the Constitutional Court would strike it down. Still, 'autonomy's' weight was huge— a ruling might not pressure Incheon much.
"If citizens learn of this widely, riots could erupt. Public interest's already high from In Eun-young's probe."
"Bad press on In Eun-young?"
"Enter scandals are massive and filthy, so most hail her as a hero. But not all—critics slam her aggressive probes, executions, and the industry's freeze."
"Make In Eun-young a solid hero then. She'll head the first office. Stir a security crisis or mega-scandal to sell the need. Distract eyes from the bill max."
Seo Hyun-ju's Shinmirae Daily was pumping articles nonstop. But this bomb needed more.
"Yes. And as noted, the bill destroys Incheon's judiciary. Even with support, Incheon High Prosecutors, High Court, and Police Nation will fight hard."
"Even when our group's pushing it? They're corrupt anyway—bribe 'em."
If they weren't rotten, Incheon wouldn't be this mess.
"It's stripping their power and threatening lives—money won't cut it."
"Ah."
True. Incheon High Prosecutors lost exclusive Special Prosecutor installs to High Court only; this steals that monopoly. And they'd be targets too. Terminator barrel anytime, no liability? They'd spam it: barge in, "Guilty," bang bang—no recourse. Lives on the line meant they'd scream opposition over cash.
'Flip side: once it's up and I seize it, I'm Incheon's ruler.'
Council, mayor, etc., existed, but grabbing judiciary and enforcement crossed the pass.
"Ra Seung-hee. Show me your strategy chief chops. Make it pass."
"...Yes, Master."
"Prep 10 judges assuming passage. From secretary pool?"
"Yes. On it now."
Ra Seung-hee tapped her phone, issuing orders. Then the driving secretary announced arrival. Peering out, a massive artificial island loomed over the sea.
Ownership transfer incomplete, so technically an aunt's—but mine in practice.
'Fucking huge.'
She called it small, but no. Fit a district; scaled up, house 200-300k easy.
'But barely any buildings. Just forest?'
Defenses like missile batteries seemed there, but interior was dense woods; only coastal mansion and facilities. Aunt used it as a villa.
'Gotta clear the forest first.'
Greenery comfort? Nature beauty? Fuck that.
"Ji-hye, take notes? Prison here. Cram factories, offices, airport, whatever. Plan around that, handoff to Sua."
"Yes, Master."
Sua was out buying Namdong Industrial Complex land, dragging secretaries everywhere. Nights only for a bit.
'Inconvenient. I dump orders on Sua, she delegates to teams and chiefs.'
Distributing tasks was her job. Kept chief secretary for that; sending her off meant me doing it. Nonsense.
'Still green as hell.'
This Namdong buy was partial reward for her, so let it slide. Mid-self-reflection, phone rang.
Ah. I should've called first.