Go Min-ji's Night
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December 4th, Friday. The day of the decisive battle(?) had finally arrived. The first day of three straight days of blood-soaked fun with Go Min-ji.
"Gonna rack up a mountain of sins."
Go Min-ji's villa was way up on Gaema Plateau. They'd release a ton of game—humans, that is—and hunt them for sport. She'd prepared women especially for my visit, so I couldn't even imagine the depraved shit that was about to go down.
"Namu Amida Butsu."
I started the day with a Buddhist chant.
"Everything ready?"
"Yes. All set."
"Let me see."
I checked the necklace for Go Min-ji. I'd commissioned the top artisan with a fat bonus. The chain itself was made of pricey gems. Using peak craftsmanship, he'd blended opals, sapphires, diamonds—all cool-toned stones—into a gradient effect, weaving them into chain links. And for the finishing touch, a cosmic gem shaped like a massive teardrop for Go Min-ji, encased in intense, deep-red ruby—pigeon blood blood.
Even I was mesmerized just looking at it.
"Fucking insane money pit."
But worth it. No need to skimp on spending if it yields even greater returns. I gently placed the necklace back in its case and repackaged it. To avoid forgetting it—disaster—I'd carry it with me all day.
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Afternoon dragged into early evening. It was a haul from Incheon to Gaema Plateau, so time to head out.
"...Kinda tense for no reason."
Maybe because it was straight-line family. Or maybe because it was Go Min-ji. The worst psycho in Goryeo Group lore, straight-up canon. No guarantee it'd be all sunshine and rainbows. Our first game was human hunting, after all...
"Let's go."
I steeled myself and boarded the AV. Tucked the necklace gift into a luxury bag. The bag was pricey too, but the necklace made it look like shopping bag filler. Who knew life would lead to this shit.
"Nervous, my lord?"
Baekseol asked from the seat beside me. My tension must've been contagious—the secretaries looked stiff too.
"A bit? Opponent's no joke."
"You'll handle it fine, my lord. And... we have your back."
"...Yeah."
Good girl. My pussy house crew only. I pulled Baekseol into a hug, savoring her embrace. The AV lifted off with that floating sensation.
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Aa. Fell asleep. Woke up with my face buried in Baekseol's tits. Phone going apeshit.
"Fuck. Anxiety disorder much...?"
Massive text barrage incoming. What yandere bullshit. Bombarding like a loan shark.
"...Sigh. How could I not be tense?"
Unpredictable psycho bitch. Loaded with wealth, power, action—sailing aircraft carriers to pirate the Pacific. Pissing her off? Zero upsides. That clothesline threat might not be a joke. She was heading to Incheon...
"Tsk tsk. What a mess the country's in..."
Her being straight-line Goryeo Group might be a plague on this nation—no, all East Asia.
Crazy bitch.
"Where we at?"
"Passing Pyongyang airspace now."
"Whoa. Still a ways to go?"
"Yes."
Go Min-ji went quiet after that.
"Brutal."
I'm no saint, but Go Min-ji's on another level. How does she even conceive national-scale crime like this?
"Interpol wanted poster wouldn't surprise me."
This scale? International cooperation justified. Goryeo Group muscle covers it—or no one dares touch.
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After the long haul(?), we reached Go Min-ji's villa on Gaema Plateau. Whole plateau basically auntie's land; she claimed a chunk for villa and hunting grounds.
"...What the fuck."
Something off. Massive mansion, huge flags flapping everywhere—embarrassingly dickish imagery.
"...Cocks?"
No fucking way, this psycho bitch. Flags with cock pics?? Total nutjob???
"Oh my..."
"Damn, energy sucked right out the gate."
Don't call your cousin while those flags fly! What lunatic invites family and plasters naked cocks billboard-size?!
'...But familiar...'
"No way..."
Rushed to chat with Go Min-ji. Scrolled up old history.
There it was.
"Fuck."
The accidental erect cock pic I'd sent her. Identical to the flags.
"This crazy bitch."
So that's my dick on flags? Massive totem-style all over the villa??
Braindead, I spam-bombed texts. Then—
She clocked my freakout from the texts, blasting laughter. Emoji spam of exploding-head hysterics.
"Agh, this witch. What the hell."
Already losing the momentum. AV touched down. Outside, Go Min-ji's staff swarmed—no men in sight. For me?
""Welcome, Young Master Ko Mu-yeol!""
Stepping out, they bowed in perfect sync—flawless 90-degrees, all cuties. Eye candy solid.
"Young Master."
Head honcho approached demurely, bowed again. Held something behind her.
"A gift from the lady for you."
"Gift?"
Long package. Wine? Firm but squishy.
She glanced nervously.
"She said open right away..."
"...?"
Bad vibes. Ripped open.
"...?"
Wobbly cock model in hand.
"Ha."
My dick pic molded too. Go Min-ji, you...
Agh. Waved it at my secretary. Tip jiggled lewdly.
"Where's your lady at."
"...This way."
Followed her. Her staff mingled with mine, flanking. Go Min-ji waited in the massive first-floor hall. Sucking ice bar with red lips—slurp slurp—other hand jammed in puffer pocket.
"Yo-, you made it, bro?"
Classic thuggish vibe. Sharp eyes smirking welcome—but behind her, twice human-size statue.
Guess what. My cock model.
"Prepped a lot, huh?"
"Heh heh. Told ya. Fully loaded. Like it? That one's custom platinum silicone, hand-ordered."
"Not really liking it, but damn the effort."
She burst out laughing. My reaction cracked her up. Brainless.
"Getting too close for family? ...Plastering that pic everywhere."
"Who sent it?"
"...?"
"You did, Nokono-go style~."
"...?"
She infuriatingly danced Nokono-go Girls' signature move, teasing. Wanted to knuckle-fuck her brains out.