Mu-yeol Island
"No way."
Was she talking about that absurd plan where we go to the villa, hunt down Go Min-ji, and I rape her?
"…."
No matter how much I racked my brain, the only thing between Go Min-ji and me that could be called a 'promise' was that. But that wasn't a promise. It was more like, 'Hey, wanna come watch me do this sometime?' 'Sure lol'—just casual chit-chat, on the level of 'Let's grab food sometime.'
And she latched onto it like a dog with a bone.
'Well... she did mention something about a promise before...'
Did I really have to go? Even for me, openly hunting humans like some psycho was a bit much. No mood, no vibe.
So even if I had no choice, I planned to stall as long looooong as possible and only show up when it was truly unavoidable. But a month from now?
"You're quick to act."
I watched the mechs landing with a complicated mix of feelings.
Normally, if someone offers help, they ask me first, and only help if I say yes. But Go Min-ji just sent them ahead and notified me after the fact: 'I'm helping you.' Then demands I keep my promise.
What is this, shoot first and report later?
Boom.
Boom.
The mechs thudded down, sending heavy vibrations through the ground. These massive metal beasts, each towering 15 to 20 meters, stomped the earth one after another. The shockwaves alone whipped up gale-force winds, tossing our hair and clothes even from a distance.
'Not a single mass-produced model in the bunch.'
One standout detail: they were all custom jobs. Even knights usually rode mass-produced frames for operations. And those aren't junk—each one costs over 500 billion, the superweapons that earn knights their nickname as 'national-level assets,' reapers of the battlefield.
But these? All bespoke. Every part tailored to the pilot for peak efficiency, designed from the ground up around them. Naturally, the price tag is insane. If a mass-producer runs destroyer-class costs, customs hit battleship or carrier levels.
And there were 15 of them right in front of me.
'No way they're all Go Min-ji's personal knights? Or Militaris board member retainers?'
Either way, deploying 15 customs for civil engineering? Overkill city. But if they're her private force... that's intimidating.
"Seol-ah. These are your seniors."
"Y-Yes...."
Baekseol stared at the mechs, totally spaced out. Made sense—she'd get her own custom next March or so. With her world-top potential, her custom loadout alone cost over a trillion. Wonder what hers would look like.
'Sucks it's an 8th-gen instead of 9th... but I'll make her one later.'
The cockpits hissed open, and 15 pilots in skintight suits grabbed the rappel lines and slid down smooth as silk.
Knights could just jump, right? Why bother with the cables?
They hustled over and lined up in front of me. Time to assert dominance.
I strode toward the mechs. Had to crane my neck all the way back just to see the cockpit from that close. Only then did the knights touch down.
They rushed forward.
'Eight women, seven men. No gender balance for my sake.'
A woman with long blonde hair braided over one shoulder, tinged red, stood front and center. The other 14 formed a neat rank behind her.
"Sir! An honor to meet you! Pacific Night 1st Platoon, Militaris—assigned to your service for the next month. Reporting as ordered!"
"Yeah, got it."
I brushed it off. She saluted; the rest dropped theirs. Looked like she was the boss here.
I stepped up to her. Got real close, but she didn't flinch. Just lowered her eyes to avoid mine.
"Hmm."
Gorgeous face, killer body. Fresh off the mech, that second-skin suit had my dick twitching hard. Baekseol would rock this look someday.
Smooth.
I reached out.
Squish.
Lifted her underboob with one hand.
"Ah...!"
No sign of disgust. If anything, she looked honored. Brainwashed knights gonna knight. Baekseol's the outlier.
"What? No nametag?"
"I'm—"
I cut her off as she started to introduce herself.
"One sec. Got a question first."
Knead knead.
So soft. Big tits are the best.
"Y-Yes...."
"You all Go Min-ji noona's personal knights?"
She hesitated, then answered.
"...No. We're Pacific Night, Militaris."
"Right."
I could tell anyway.
Whoa.... Nah, knight stats never cease to blow my mind. In a world where 120-130 in a single stat makes you frontline elite, these freaks are pushing 300-400. What kind of game is this?
The rest were similar. Dorothy topped the charts overall, but the others were right there, neck-and-neck.
For reference, they all outstat Baekseol hard—hers is still growing. She's my exclusive, Knight of Mu-yeol, early grad. Normally she'd be grinding trainee drills right now.
'Dorothy... you dared lie to me.'
Every one had (Bound) by their name, affiliation: Go Min-ji. All her personal knights.
Probably faked a unit to dodge scrutiny—national assets, after all. Officially attached to a squadron, but really her private posse.
'Fine, but why lie to me?'
Hide her strength? Nah, she'd have sent mass-producers then. Probably orders like 'Don't let the world know you're Knight of Min-ji.' Dorothy extended it to me.
"I've got this ability. Mind-reading."
"...Pardon?"
"Pierces right into your thoughts."
I groped her tit harder, blatant.
"Reads what's in this slab of meat and your skull."
"…."
She stared like I was insane. For a brainwashed knight to make that face? My bullshit must've been next-level.
Even I thought so.
'The trap is, I actually can see it.'
"You're all Min-ji noona's personal knights. Right?"
Dorothy pondered, weighing options. Like, maybe I'd already heard from Go Min-ji.
"...No."
Lied again.
"Dorothy, wanna keep lying?"
"!! H-How do you know my name...?"
"Told you. Mind-reading. I know every thought in that head."
"...You heard from the director?"
"Mind-reading, I said. What're you on about."
"…."
"Lying right to my face and doubling down, huh."
"My apologies."
I pulled my hand from her chest and stepped back.
"All of you, drop and give me push-ups."
They hit the dirt without a peep. Good—no rebels.
"Even for a month, you're under me now. Starting with lies? Disappointing."
"Sorry, sir."
I walked to Dorothy and sat on her back. Knight or not, she didn't budge.
"No lies. One."
"""Lies!"""
"Two."
"""No more!"""
"Seol-ah, call cadence."
"...Yes, my lord."
Baekseol barked orders; the seniors pumped iron in sync. Perfect junior-senior harmony.
While they punished themselves, I texted Go Min-ji.
'Lonely or something?'
Go Ha-yan shot her down cold, same with Go Seon-yul. Maybe she needs a hunting buddy. Hence the clinginess.
'Tired.'
Still, she helped—so I'll go. Moderately. In and out.
After about 50 reps, they were fresh as ever. Dorothy, with me on her back, not a drop of sweat. Punishment? Pointless.
But I wasn't disappointed. Never about physical pain—just establishing hierarchy.
I hopped off Dorothy's back.
"All up. Dismissed."