Chapter 158: Go Min-ji's Night
Aigoo, but showing the family that beating scene feels kinda off. It's embarrassing.
- You were throwing punches pretty good though? Is that the scumbag vibe?
- What kinda thing is that?
- Your wrist okay? Didn't sprain it? lololol
- Don't even mention it. My wrist's injured right now.
- Fucking hilarious lmaoooo
- Hey, those with some meat on 'em are surprisingly tough. The soft ones are tough in their own way too.
- Go.
- The plump ones hit back harder, my wrist is fucking wrecked
Go Min-ji was firing off texts in a rapid-fire barrage, typos and all from the pain. She'd done the same before, sending over ten messages in a short burst—once she got excited, she just kept hammering away.
- Hit a lot before?
- Yeah. What else would I do? That's the kinda stuff I handle. As a Militaris director, right?
- But you actually went into Namdong Industrial Complex yourself?
- No way. I'm just hanging nearby, obviously. Why would I go in there?
- Nah, you gotta go in and join the fun. When's another chance like this? Chance my ass. Lucky if you don't get hit by a stray bullet and die. This area's plenty dangerous too.
- Would you go in, sis?
- I'd go in with a bow. Wait, no. Maybe some fancy new weapon this time? I'm kinda into weapons.
Go Min-ji went on a tangent, imagining barging in wearing some suit with a specific weapon if she'd been nearby. As expected, her tastes were light-years from mine—or anyone normal's, for that matter. A total weirdo.
'Dealing with her is exhausting.'
She drained my energy or something. As the eldest grandson of the Goryeo Group, I rarely felt this way, but being direct family and totally unreadable made her especially tough.
- Hey, you didn't forget our thing on December 5th, right? Come the day before?
Even trying to keep things casual on a Friday night, it always ended like this. Don't forget the appointment. How many times did I have to say it? Maybe she'd show up fine anyway...
'She's pretty lonely, huh.'
That thought crossed my mind. She kept bringing it up every chat—must be bad.
'Aigoo. Fine, I'll go.'
- Yeah. I'll come the day before.
- Good.
I wrapped up the chat with Go Min-ji like that and backed out. Yesterday's steamy convo with Go Min-young popped up. Drawn like a moth, I dove in.
"...Damn."
A feast of flesh tones... Go Min-young, of all people, sending pussy pics, fingering her insides with slender fingers, videos of her thrusting until she gushed—stuff like that. The chats were too filthy to show anyone; every read got me hard instantly.
Basically phone sex. Go Min-young and I fucked via our phones.
"Ahh."
Skimming it, thoughts of her flooded in. Hot body, hot folds, hot moans, hot embrace... Her responsiveness was top-tier, fuckability off the charts...
"Wait. Hold up... Hooksi..."
A sudden thought hit—I reopened Go Min-ji's chat and scrolled through.
"Hmm."
Go Min-ji... As Go Min-young's daughter, she was obviously gorgeous. Her deranged personality and weird hobbies dragged it down, but that bloodline didn't lie. Plus, swimming in cash? Insane maintenance. Her pussy had to be premium too.
"Fuck."
Go Min-ji... Go Min-ji... Could it be...?
"Nah, even so... probably not?"
If I exaggerated a bit, Go Min-ji was borderline obsessed with me. Not daily texts, but massive dumps each time, subtly helping me out, nagging to meet up—stuff that didn't scream normal cousin vibes.
If not for the hot sex with her mom Go Min-young, I wouldn't think this far. But she fucked her nephew me without a care, and Go Min-ji was her daughter. No influence...?
"Nah? Just loner delusions?"
More likely that. Cousins fucking? Tough sell. No motive...
"Hmm."
...Direct family being super blood-sensitive gave some motive, though...
"Argh."
I messed up my hair as thoughts deepened.
"Whatever. I'll see when I go. No point overthinking now—won't get answers."
Just keep the possibility open vaguely. Best approach.
"Gotta keep the dick in peak condition just in case."
Back at the tent, I called Ra Seung-hee. She was still measuring my dick daily on orders.
I shoved it at her.
"Grown, right?"
"..."
Lips twitching silently, she knelt and measured. Then stood, face awkward.
"Uh... no change again today..."
No way. Stamina stat shot up—dick size stagnant? Felt bigger in use for sure. Thrusting sensation said so.
"Measure again."
"..."
Ra Seung-hee remeasured the hard-on, wrapping the tape meticulously. Then sighed faintly, head drooping.
"Same a—"
I yanked her, threw her on the bed, and plunged between her legs.
"Ahhk??!"
"Measure with your pussy. Hasn't it grown?!"
I pounded away. All the excitement from the Go mother-daughter duo poured into her. She took endless thrusting but never admitted it grew.
Pity.
Stayed in the tent through the weekend. With my notoriety rising, time to leverage it. Circled Namdong Industrial Complex, rallying city defense forces and cops, showing face to prosecutors too. Didn't forget belly-to-belly with my jotjips: In Aeun, Seo Hyun-ju, and new recruit Kim Eun-ji.
Kim Eun-ji's first time—I set up a mini jotjip conference in the tent for some ambiance(?). She hurt but endured for me, finally taking my seed in her pussy. Creampie sealed her as my property, my jotjip. No more formal speech from her now. Unless official settings.
Seo Hyun-ju was a while—savored the deep milf (virgin) flavor, doggy naked like first time. The gap fueled insane excitement. Like a trigger flipped? Seo Hyun-ju tastes best like this—that switch vibe.
Wrapped weekend, back to artificial island villa Monday morning. No real need to stay, plus reporters swarming annoyed me. Not entering politics, but spotlight too hot. Time to ghost, lower profile.
First at villa: checked Ha Eun-young and Ma Yeon-ju. Paired them to fully corrupt Ha Eun-young ultimately—no big changes yet.
"Ha Eun-young's mental index dropped a bit, but she's still solid. Takes more time."
"Got it. Tell Ma Yeon-ju to talk to her more."
"Yes."
"Oh, give Yeon-ju whatever she wants, max it out."
"Understood."
Ma Yeon-ju herself? Nothing to see. Chastity belt working fine. No daily issues.
Post-check, toured island big-time, planning.
"Prison site there, then around it—"
Huge diff between map and aerial view. Felt real. Thoughts flowed better.
Issuing orders, evening hit. Back at villa, spotted Danto strolling, munching choco bar. Even zero cola in other hand. Was that a walk?
Slapped her ass crack.
"Kyaaah??!"
Danto jumped, dropping choco bar from mouth.
"Kyaaaaak??!!!"
Clutched face, screaming.
"Ch-choco bar...!!"
"You bitch. Told you to walk, and you're gnawing choco? That's a walk?"
Her secretary bowed awkwardly. Danto threw a fit, clearly.
Prime ass-whooping material.
"Your teammate's body half-blown up, and you're casually munching choco."
"Uuuh... N-not teammates..."
Danto whined, knees buckling. Debating picking it up.
Brainless—stomped it.
"Kieeeek??!!"
"3 seconds passed."
"Aaa..."
Danto crumpled. Was she always this character?
"Hey, ten laps around the yard."
"Heeek??"