Chapter 168: Go Min-ji's Night – Yeah, Calling Her "Mother-in-Law" Would Fuck Me Over
Curiosity about my aunt's reaction was killing me, but I wasn't about to risk my life just to satisfy it. Better play it safe and normal…
"Yes. We had a great time, and we're almost in Incheon now."
"Good. What did you do for fun?"
Uh… what did we do? Fuck, all we did was have sex. What the hell do I say? Even if Aunt Gominyoung suspected Go Min-ji and I would fuck, hearing it straight from my mouth carried a whole different weight. And honestly, that suspicion was just my guess anyway. No way I could straight-up say we had sex.
"We, uh, worked out hard."
"Worked out?"
"Yes."
"Hmm… I see."
Her vibe suddenly felt a bit sticky—was that my imagination? Reading emotions through text was ridiculous, but it sure felt that way.
"Glad you had fun. You didn't forget about next Saturday, right?"
Next Saturday was December 12th. The day Gominyoung said she'd make time. No way I'd forget.
"Of course I remember. I've been looking forward to it."
"Me too. Don't be late."
December 12th, Saturday. If I went the night before like last time—Friday night—I could stick with her for nearly three straight days.
This time there's a super important quest.
I had to confirm Gominyoung's virginity. For my insane curiosity, and to truly understand her—it was essential.
"Yes. I'll definitely come. Like last time, can I come a bit earlier? Like Friday?"
"Of course… I'll clear my schedule earlier too."
I sent her the dick pic I'd snapped earlier. Made damn sure not to accidentally send Go Min-ji's pussy shot or our sex video.
"…!"
A moment later, Gominyoung sent a pic of her pussy. Nothing had happened, but it was already glistening faintly.
Holy shit. Turned on just from texting me? I'm losing my mind.
One week… Just wait, Gominyoung.
With my ever-improving stamina, I'd fuck her to a pulp. This time, I'd make her pass out completely.
"I've always been pounding pussy hard, but I gotta step it up."
I kept up the filthy chat with Gominyoung, lost in hot fantasies.
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"Master, we've arrived."
"Ahh."
I'd fallen asleep mid-text with Gominyoung, and Baekseol woke me. Waking up left me more tired than before.
"Oh, right. Texts."
Thankfully, our convo had wrapped up naturally. If it cut off abruptly because I passed out, that would've been awkward. Dodged a bullet.
""Take care, Master.""
As I stepped off the AV, the secretaries left on the artificial island bowed in unison. Beyond the red carpet they'd laid out loomed the grand mansion.
"Ah… Why does coming home make my head hurt?"
What was this… felt like heading to the office? Lately, staying here for reports, decisions, and orders had turned home into a workplace. The moment my feet hit the ground, inexplicable stress slammed into me.
I walked the red carpet. Im Sua and Baekseol flanked me. I got a quick rundown on what happened while tumbling with Go Min-ji, then headed inside.
"Repairs already started? That's fast."
"Yes. With funding likely approved, we're throwing massive budget at it per your orders to speed things up."
"Good. Well done."
Assemblywoman Kim Eunji, her Better Future Party, and the Public Safety Restoration Committee were "positively reviewing" Namdong Industrial Complex reconstruction aid. "Reviewing" my ass—it was basically approved. Why wouldn't they spend here?
"Just in case, tell Hyun-ju to push aggressive articles. History of Namdong, costs and damages from gang takeover—make it sensational, flood the news. And hint that massive reconstruction will cost a fortune."
"Should I have her write about you too, Master?"
"About me…?"
Come to think of it, beating that ward chief exposed my identity. It even trended on Mitube—I was basically a star overnight.
But did I need more exposure? Goryeo Group's owner family thrived on mystery. Family policy.
"Just gloss over me."
"Yes. Also, Master, Team Leader Seo Hyun-ju's been selected for year-end promotion."
"Oh? Nice."
"Yes. Her performance spiked after becoming your jotjip, so she takes Social Affairs Editor on January 1st."
Makes sense. She pulled all the aggro with my directed articles.
"Whoa~ Bureau chief at her age? Huge congrats. January 1st?"
"Yes."
"Send a congratulatory wreath in my name. Wait, no— one from Goryeo Entertainment CEO, one from Goryeo Group's eldest grandson, and… one from White Snow Princess CEO Baekseol. Three total."
"Understood."
"Send one from you too. You're Prestige's chief of staff."
"Ah… Yes, sir."
Let's see… anything else? Time to nail it down. Crush other Shinmirae Daily reporters so hard they can't pray. Seo Hyun-ju's my jotjip—know your place and grind. Something like that.
Some backroom whispers? Who cares. Power dripped off her. No need for anything else—just wreaths from Prestige Chief Im Sua would drop jaws. Prestige, Goryeo Holdings affiliate.
"Hyun-ju's card limit's 10 million won now?"
"Yes. 10 million monthly."
"Bump to 20. Buy her a car. Article it. As a woman. What's Goryeo Auto's priciest?"
"Dangun Longbody Prestige model. Base around 12.8 billion—"
"12.8 billion???"
"Options excluded. Full custom can hit 30 billion."
What the fuck? A car costing AV money? Buy an AV with that. Insane pricing.
"KML Level 10 bulletproofing and blast resistance drive the cost. Safety, you know…"
"…You pick something reasonable."
"I'll cap at 100 million."
"Perfect. Just right."
I acknowledged her merits writing hit pieces for me, but not 100-billion-car level…
"And Prosecutor Inaeun's promotion is set."
"…Prosecution has fast-tracks?"
Usually second half-year around July-August.
"No formal system, but exceptional cases get bumped. Inaeun led two major probes—merit recognized. Starts Special Investigations Chief Prosecutor on the 14th."
"Skipping deputy?"
"Yes. Likely eyeing future permanent special prosecutors office."
"Ah~. Figured they'd preemptively slot her in a special unit since she'll bolt there anyway?"
"Yes."
Prosecutor General swore permanent special law wouldn't pass, yet here we are.
"They think it'll pass?"
"Chairman ordered it personally. Hard to block."
Of course.
"Na-eun's place was cramped and shabby last time. Barely any furniture. Chief prosecutor and future key player in a dump? Nah. Find a big place near Namdong."
"Namdong?"
"Yeah. Permanent office goes there."
"Got it."
Inside, I tackled real work. Even squeezing breaks, the pile was mountainous. RK-77 patent filing—dubbed after Go Min-ji—and corp setup for related biz piled on. Especially stuff needing my sign-off.
Finally, to clear my head, I sought Danto.
"Speaking of, that bitch didn't greet you. Insolent."
Detoured to kitchen first. Grabbed a baguette—perfect. Wandered mansion hunting Danto with it.
"There she is."
Danto lounged in the backyard pavilion, sipping tea and cake. Staring at distant sea, pinky hoity-toity. Pissed me off.
"Living the dream, huh."
Snatched her cake plate.
"Gyaaah…!!"
Danto shot up, horrified.
"Wh-what are you doing!!"
Oh. Proper honorifics?
"You didn't come greet your master."
Proudly stabbed baguette into cake.
"Kyaaak!"
Ignored her scream, scooped a huge chunk.
"Want some? Be good, and maybe."
Offered empty hand.
"Hand."
"…."