Mu-yeol Island: A Lament We Can't Suppress
"How diligently we've fulfilled the conditions, and yet you keep threatening us like this???"
What was absurd was that Taiwan should have received the most compensation—and for the longest time—since China had invaded them. Next should have come the US and Japan, but compensation to Taiwan, the US, and Japan had been fully paid off over twenty years ago. The only outstanding debt was to South Korea.
The reason was that when South Korea conquered Beijing, they had imposed brutally usurious interest rates and the vicious condition that payments be made exclusively in Korean won. This violation of international norms had left the Shanghai Economic Alliance unable to resolve even a third of the total reparations after nearly fifty years.
"This can't go on. It's an impossible task!"
They could no longer endure Goryeo Group's threats or the relentless pressure of the reparations. No matter how overwhelming the enemy's power, when survival was at stake, they had to unite and resist.
"It seems the time has come for us Chinese to pool our strength once more."
Until now, the Shanghai Economic Alliance had been negative toward China, but they finally admitted they could no longer continue that way. In the end, China was China. China had to unite as one to stand against foreign tribes.
"Pretend to comply with Goryeo Group and South Korea's demands while secretly pushing for a summit with all Chinese states. Make sure no one finds out!"
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"Ah.... Young Master...!"
The moment we entered the room alone, Dorothy's eyes changed completely. Only an idiot wouldn't know what it meant for a man like me to drag a woman like her into a room. And yet, her reaction was obvious—she was clearly expecting it.
"Will you... take me? Take my body?"
"You don't want to?"
"No! N-not at all...!"
I'd felt it when I groped her breasts earlier—there was no resistance. Even now, as I pulled her close and grabbed her tits with both hands, she just bit her lip and moaned, without pushing me away. It wasn't mere absolute obedience; it felt like something deeper, her own desire.
Brainwashing!
She wanted me. More precisely, she wanted to be used by me.
"If you grant me the honor of being ravished by you, Young Master...!"
A grin split my face at her unique response, and my cock hardened to its limit. From behind, I kneaded her breasts freely while grinding my erection into her ass crack.
"Can't you feel this? That's why I dragged you here, you slut."
"Ah...!"
She let out a gasp of overwhelming awe.
"But how the hell do you take this off?"
While squeezing her tits, I groped her body for a way to remove the suit. But there was nothing. It clung to her like it was fused to her skin from the start.
"Ah, that's..."
Dorothy stroked her left sleeve. The skintight suit suddenly puffed up like a balloon and split open with a rip, exposing her pale back.
"I'll remove it, Young Master...."
She turned to me slyly and slipped the suit off. Even just her back view was artistic. Her perfect curves, especially the line from her hips to her thighs, were fantastical.
Thud.
The suit hit the floor. And a drop of liquid from her pussy hair fell too.
Had she gotten wet already? From this situation?
"Use me... however you want...."
I immediately tackled Dorothy onto the bed, spread her legs, and checked. Wide open.
"...!"
Her pussy was already a mess. Juices streamed out in real time—something I'd never seen, even after fucking so many women. Even Go Min-young, the hottest and wettest, hadn't been like this.
What the...!
"Aah. Young Master...!"
Dorothy sprawled on the white bed like a painting, pulling her own pussy open. The lewdness of it made me wonder if she was really a virgin. But...
Squish!
"Eek!! Y-Young... M-Master...!! Aaang!"
When I dropped my pants and thrust in, I confirmed her virginity. She was just so brainwashed as a knight that being embraced by the owner's kin filled her with ecstasy.
Juices overflowed with every thrust.
"Aang, aaang! Young Master! Aaaang!!"
Nice moans.
"You're a virgin, but why are you so fucking wet, you slutty bitch!"
"It's just... so overwhelming!! Aaaang!"
Ha. This seductive whore. Were all knights like this? I'm doomed.
"I'll fuck you for the whole month."
"Ahk?!"
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- Aang, aaang! Young Master! Aaaang!!
Of course, the mansion's soundproofing was excellent. No matter what you did inside, it was dead silent once you stepped into the hallway.
But Baekseol was a knight. If she wanted, she could pierce the soundproofing and diagnose the situation inside.
- You're a virgin, but why are you so fucking wet, you slutty bitch!
- It's just... so overwhelming!! Aaaang!
Inside, Ko Mu-yeol and Dorothy were in the midst of full-on sex.
"...."
It wasn't jealousy. She didn't have that level of affection yet.
But something like anxiety was creeping up from the depths of her heart.
Dorothy's offering her body to my lord for the first time, and she's already that...
Dorothy's response was shockingly obedient and proactive. She treated every touch from Mu-yeol as an honor, offering herself completely and sincerely.
It was a world apart from when Baekseol lay with Mu-yeol.
Come to think of it, all knights were like that. Serving the owner's family was their life's greatest achievement and honor. When news spread that a Knight of One (exclusive knight to a family member) had been born, they'd all stare in envy with dazed expressions.
Even if you picked one at random and sent her through that door, she'd react just like Dorothy.
I'm... different...
But Baekseol wasn't. To her, being a knight symbolized slavery, and becoming exclusive meant becoming a personal slave.
Of course, she was somewhat satisfied now. Unexpectedly, Mu-yeol was magnanimous. He'd provided her with dedicated armament and a mecha right from the start—knights' ultimate dream. He didn't cross lines too wildly and even showed subtle consideration. Above all, he trusted her absolutely.
The PMC was proof. Mu-yeol had made the entire PMC hers—handing over nearly all the force he'd use going forward.
Could there be greater proof of trust?
My lord knows I'm different from the other knights. And yet... he showed that trust.
Baekseol was a knight whose brainwashing had been undone for some reason. With the brainwashing gone, was there any guarantee the loyalty gene would function? She couldn't guarantee it herself, yet Mu-yeol trusted her fully anyway.
At the very least, she wanted to repay that trust.
But was it that easy?
She didn't feel the glory just from facing the owner's kin like Dorothy or the other knights, or the ecstasy that made her gush when demanded. It wasn't a normal emotion to begin with.
How could she feel something that wasn't there?
I wish... the brainwashing had worked properly...
"!!"
She startled herself with that thought.
To think she'd have such an idea...
...But.
That was her true feeling. Once she acknowledged it, anxiety flooded in.
If she were the only one by Mu-yeol's side, fine—but there were fifteen knights around, even if just for a month-long rental. And female knights like Dorothy could be bedded anytime...
Wouldn't natural comparisons arise?
Ah, Baekseol... I'm so bored...
Like that...
Th-that...
She didn't want that...
Clack, clack.
That's when it happened. From down the hall, a woman approached. With a cold, haughty face, she strode forward on long legs. Her straight black hair swayed calmly, matching her personality.
"Ah."
Baekseol unwittingly held her breath, melting into the wall like she was invisible.
"Hoo...."
Ra Seung-hee, standing before the door, let out a deep sigh. She straightened her posture and knocked.
"Master, it's Ra Seung-hee."
Soon, the door flew open. Ko Mu-yeol appeared, cock rock-hard.
Ah...
The dick she'd sucked and fucked countless times. Beyond him, Dorothy sprawled on the bed, faintly visible. Her limp, deathlike slump made her look nothing like a knight.
Knights had insane stamina, yet she'd been fucked senseless? Was Mu-yeol's sex skill that good?
...
No. Dorothy was just so ecstatic at being embraced by the young master that she'd climaxed endlessly, overwhelming even a knight's endurance.
"Mast—"
"You're late. She's already passed out."
"I'm sorry."
Mu-yeol scanned Ra Seung-hee indifferently and reached out. He grabbed her face without hesitation, kissed her voraciously, and dragged her inside.
The door closed.
...He didn't call for me.
Even that was starting to bother Baekseol. Were the comparisons already beginning?