Mu-yeol Island
"Fuck...."
I'd completely forgotten because Saturday was taken up visiting Prestige, and Sunday I was busy fucking around.
The artificial island had arrived in Incheon Saturday evening, so she might've been waiting for my call ever since. Logically, the gift recipient should reach out first—it's the proper, polite thing to do. But I'd straight-up ignored her, no call, no text.
Shit, getting busier means forgetting the important stuff.
I picked up quick before the signal cut out.
"Yes, Aunt. Hope you've been well."
"Yes, of course. Oh, perfect timing—I'm heading to check out the artificial island right now, Aunt."
"Shabby? It's way too generous for me—I'm just grateful. And every time I see this island, I'll think of you, Aunt. It's irreplaceable."
We chatted about this and that. Like exchanging love letters, slipping in subtle hints of affection and desire, or straight-up flirting outright. Anyway, we had a sweet, lingering talk that went on for quite a while.
As the conversation flowed, I started feeling at ease. I'd braced for a scolding over the radio silence, but thankfully—
Ah.... Guess I couldn't dodge the bullet.... Cold sweat trickled down.
"Th-that's... sorry. I've had a lot on my plate...."
"...."
Fuck, I'm screwed.
What the...? Her word choice got blunt all of a sudden. She could be explicit before, but this felt even more raw....
"Y-yes.... I'll be more careful from now on."
Her phrasing was odd, but roughly translated: don't dump me after one fuck, pay more attention to me.
"Ah...."
Go Yeong-man's Go pro debut. Exactly a week ago. She'd canceled everything to rush over, so the aftermath was hitting hard.
Come to think of it, we parted with just a kiss. Damn, regretting it now.
Go Min-young's body flashed in my mind. That sweet, passionate kiss, her scorching inner walls melting my cock. We'd been hyped with anticipation, but no time to dive in fully.
She must feel that heat and regret too.
And it'll happen a lot from now on.
She's group vice president, Militaris president, overseeing countless businesses. No breathing room.
Even I'm swamped with my own shit.
Finding time for us to fuck.... Slim chance.
Conquering her with my dick is a top priority, but no time to even press skin-to-skin. How frustrating. Can't do remote either.
Gift her a dildo molded from my cock? Use it when horny.... Hmm. Too provocative?
"Yes. Next time, I'll reach out first."
Call ended. Wasn't even that long, but I felt drained.
"We've arrived, Master."
"Yeah. Got it."
+++
From the air, Mu-yeol Land looked densely forested, but up close, it was beyond imagination. Not just trees—massive ones, 20-30 meters tall, packed so thick it wasn't usable for shit.
"Hmm."
So that's why Aunt was worried.... This was strictly a villa spot. Stroll the woods occasionally, hunt wildlife maybe.... Holy crap, what trees grow this big? Mind blown.
I approached one, curious.
"Whoa."
Towering like a damn building. Trunk so thick, arms fully stretched, I could barely hug a quarter. I'm pretty tall myself, but even max effort? Never seen anything like it.
Problem: the whole island's crammed with them, and I gotta clear it all.
Thwack. Tested with a light punch. Rock-hard—my knuckles stung.
"Whew.... Jihye."
"Yes."
"How long to clear all this? Need a plain to do anything useful."
"Ah...."
Jihye (execution team leader) glanced up, smacking her lips. Tough estimate, from her face. She touched a tree.
"Ugh," she hesitated, eyeing Seung-hee (strategy team leader).
Seung-hee answered instead.
"Per the provided data, the island spans about 106.2 square kilometers. 10,620 hectares total, with forest covering exactly 9,200 hectares. Under standard conditions, 100 heavy machines could clear about 200 hectares daily."
"For normal forests, right? Per day?"
"Yes. But these aren't normal trees—harsher conditions apply. Island constraints too. Exact quote needs contractors, but expect at least 4x the time and cost. Minimum."
So standard: 100 machines/day for 200 hectares = over 40 days. 4x that? 160 days? 5-6 months? With 100 machines daily??
No wonder Aunt worried.
100 heavy machines ain't easy to deploy. Dropping 'em on an island? Not simple. Can't just dock at Incheon Port either.
"Cost?"
"Exact again needs quotes, but...."
Seung-hee paused, calculating.
"...Roughly 2-4 trillion won."
"What the fuck."
My net worth's 16 trillion—2-4T for this?
"Pure logging cost, excluding waste disposal/transport. Processing roots/logs adds billions more. Though selling as resources cuts that."
"I haven't even broken ground on the prison yet."
"...."
Seung-hee bowed slightly, stepping back.
Then—bzzz. Phone rang.
Aunt again? Nope—Go Min-ji. Her wild psycho daughter.
What's up?
"Yes, Sis."
"...Hello."
Pirating, more like.
"Yeah.... So?"
"Help?"
"Yeah, just landed."
Why call then?
"You, Sis?"
Whoosh—distant whooshes from the sky. Dots approaching fast.
Mechs. Easily over 10, barreling in.
Wha—no way.... National assets for logging? 15 knights?? With mechs???
"Master...!"
Mechs hit the airspace overhead, descending their hulking frames.
Go Min-ji hung up.
But promise? What promise did I make her?