Chapter 163: Go Min-ji's Night
Thankfully, there were no horrors like cock replicas scattered in every corner of the villa, or paintings blatantly modeled after my dick hanging on the walls, or massive prints of the photos I'd sent displayed out in the open. It stopped at the flags visible here and there when flying in on the AV from above, the statues you see the moment you step inside the mansion, and the faint depictions worked into the surrounding interior design. What a relief. My cock would look utterly grotesque to anyone staring at it up close—imagine that abomination plastered all over this expensive mansion. Just thinking about it was nightmare fuel.
'It's not like she actually likes my real dick or anything. She just wanted to mess with me.' Call it typical sibling(?) prankster bullshit. The scale was huge, but not incomprehensible. Truly a relief.
"I put so much damn effort into prepping this thing, I'm totally drained. Those bitches whined nonstop."
Go Min-ji kept sucking on her ice pop as she led me somewhere into the mansion. The impact of all those dicks had blinded me to the details before, but now I noticed she was rocking something close to a no-pants look. A thick white puffer jacket over a thin blouse up top, and down below, a tiny H-skirt—aka a butt-crack special. The skirt was ridiculously short, barely dropping ten centimeters from her crotch. From behind, it vanished under the jacket's hem; you had to be upfront to even guess what she was wearing. No stockings underneath—just bare legs cascading in perfect curves, slim yet plump enough in all the right places for that leggy allure I love. No clue why she'd dressed like this, but at a glance, it screamed school uniform.
'Oh, right. That's exactly what Kang Chae-ryul from the Nokono-go Girls wore. No way—is this cosplay?'
Now that I looked closer, it was spot-on with Kang Chae-ryul's delinquent-girl vibe. And earlier, she'd mimicked their signature dance too. A fan, maybe? Didn't seem like her type, though.
"Hunting starts tomorrow morning right after breakfast. Rules are dead simple. I'll move every ten minutes to hunt whatever catches my eye and kill it. But I won't touch any bitch you've already fucked...(skipped)... Ultimately, it's who racks up more targets."
Go Min-ji chattered nonstop as we walked the halls, mostly about the hunt she'd organized. But it was obvious I'd be at a massive disadvantage. Starting early morning? Sounded like it'd drag all day. What, did she have infinite stamina? No way I could compete on those terms.
"Sis, a guy's cum isn't infinite. I'd lose for sure like that."
"Really? Fine, your count gets multiplied by five."
"Even at twenty times, I'm still screwed."
"Such a whiner."
"Not whining—the rules are just stacked."
We bickered the whole way. My stamina stat had shot up lately, letting me squeeze out 14-15 loads a day if I pushed it, but matching her kill count? Impossible. Even maxing at 15 for the hunt gets me 15 bodies; tenfold multiplier hits 150. She'd prepped a thousand targets. Sure, she had time limits too... Anyway, we didn't bridge the gap, and soon she stopped at a massive door.
"This is your room. Fucking huge, right?"
I peeked inside after she opened it. Hotel lobby-level spacious and luxurious. A statue smack in the center, partitions not with glass but those chandelier-like drops from the ceiling—drapes? Whatever, cascading elements that naturally divided the space.
"Not bad."
"'Not bad'? Come on."
"I'm an artificial island owner—standards are high."
She smacked my ass right away.
"Who says I don't have islands?"
She nudged my ballsack with her foot and crossed her arms over her puffer. "This is top-tier. What more you want?"
"So, any plans tonight? Hunt's tomorrow morning... got time to kill. No dinner or anything."
Why call me Friday, then? Just to chill in advance?
"Oh, that."
Go Min-ji hesitated unusually, twirling her hair around her finger. She waved off her secretaries and mine, then shoved me inside.
"Go in for a sec."
"?"
She slipped in too and shut the door.
'No fucking way.'
Just the two of us. Was it what I thought...?
"I was dying of curiosity, couldn't hold back."
"About what?"
"First off, you..."
Her gaze dropped. Scanning my lower half, lingering slyly on my crotch.
'Holy shit, it really is?'
Go Min-ji, you slutty like this...?
Aunt Min-young had that rose effect boosting her, but this one? Nothing like that—
"What's that?"
"Huh?"
"That."
She pointed at my bag. High-end luxury, way too fancy for a guy like me.
"Oh, right. Gift."
"Gift?"
"Yeah. No weird shit like yours, so relax."
"Ha, who said mine was weird? That cock model you carry? Made of platinum silicone. Super soft material—costs a fortune."
Price isn't the issue... I dumped the squishy abomination and fished out the necklace box from the bag.
"I slaved over this thing."
"You made it?"
"Yup. Little bro here's a chemist, y'know? Deep knowledge there. Developed a new material myself and crafted the necklace from it. Made it for you, so named the material after you: Min-ji."
"Whoa... you're giving me a necklace?"
She muttered something like "thanks but..." and opened the box. Her eyes went wide.
No matter how prickly Go Min-ji was, she's still a woman. No hating a pretty gem-studded necklace.
"Wow... what are all these...?"
Like Im Sua had, she zoned out entranced, dropped the box, and clutched just the necklace. It cascaded over her palm, scattering light everywhere.
"Fuck, you made this??"
"Yeah."
"Didn't outsource to a secretary?"
"Come on. You think I'd get duped? I processed the new material into the core gem myself, designed the whole necklace, picked the materials. Just outsourced the final polish."
Thinking about it, not entirely me-made. Strictly, just the main gem. But I did the full design—close enough, right? Just subcontracted the grunt work.
She smirked, curling one lip.
"Here."
Handed it back.
"?"
What, didn't like it??
"Don't just stand there like an idiot. You give a necklace, you put it on her. Never gifted before?"
"Oh."
Yeah, classic movie/drama scene: gifting jewelry and clasping it yourself.
"Here."
She tilted her head, tapping her exposed neck.
"Put it on."
"Sure thing."
I took it, gripped both chain ends. Stepped close to clasp it—
"From behind, dummy."
"Behind?"
"Yeah, asshole. Can't connect it blind?"
"Eh, not that complex. Should manage."
"Fine, do you."
Reached around to clasp it. But with her puffer on—zipper down, but the thick collar stood high, giving a weird vibe. Felt like slipping my hand inside her clothes. Usually only did that to grope tits or plunge into pussy, so old memories, scents, heat all flooded back.
Excitement switch flipped.
I slid my hands behind her nape. Like peeling off her jacket, feeling her warm body heat. Inevitably, ultra-close range.
"Fucking close."
"Yeah."
She glanced up with a sly smile. Psycho bitch, but goddamn pretty—heart raced for no reason. Angle forced me to look down; blouse cinched tight, tits straining like they'd burst, cleavage on full display. Slight dip of the eyes and boom—her valley.
"Pervert, eyes off."
"...Can't help what's right there."
"Shameless fucker."
She grinned mischievously. Perfect timing—clasp done. I smoothed the chain, started pulling back.
Suddenly, her hand shot out. Grabbed my crotch, cock in fist.
"????!"
"You came here to fuck me, didn't you? You horny bastard."