Chapter 169: Go Min-ji's Night
“Eek…!”
Danto's face flushed red. Her cheeks, already starting to fill out, puffed up like little buns.
“I-I-I’m a person…!!”
“Who said otherwise?”
Her tiny act of rebellion was adorable. Puffing out her cheeks like that.
“Come on. Hand.”
“Ugh…!”
Under my repeated demands, Danto visibly wrestled with herself. Should she obey me, or cling to some shred of dignity? She looked like she was pondering it fiercely.
But what was there to ponder? I was the one protecting her dignity. I'd pulled her out of that hellhole, given her a place to sleep, food to eat, and covered every damn expense to keep her alive. Faithfully following me was the true way to preserve her dignity, wasn't it?
If being human meant having a sense of righteousness and never forgetting a favor, and if Danto insisted she was human, then she owed me her loyalty. Right, Danto?
“Ughhh…!!”
Danto was still agonizing. But she knew her situation well enough, so in the end, she submitted. She extended her trembling hand.
Tap.
“Hah!”
She let out a moan just from placing her hand on my palm. Anyway, I patted her head approvingly and offered her a baguette slathered in cake.
She looked up at me, then chomped down with an “om.” The crunchy sound rang out as the baguette snapped, and Danto chewed away, her puffed cheeks smeared with cake cream.
“Good girl. Eat up, Danto.”
“Mmm.”
Her face screamed dissatisfaction as she puffed her cheeks even more. Holding a grudge against me was outrageous, but it was cute, so I'd let it slide.
“You been doing your walks properly?”
“Yes. Just as ordered—ten laps after lunch, ten after dinner. Her health's good, and the malnutrition's cleared up.”
“Oh, really?”
I'd been worried while away on Go Min-ji business, but things were going well. She might act bratty, but she followed orders surprisingly well.
I stroked Danto's head. She glared daggers but swallowed her complaints and kept munching the baguette. Her face would relax mid-chew, then she'd catch herself and scowl again. The bread must be hitting the spot.
“Our chefs are top-notch, huh.”
I'd snuck a bite earlier—it was damn good. The cake was pure bliss. I wasn't big on sweet desserts, but this was happiness in edible form.
“Man… but this quality? No way ten laps burns it off. Right?”
“She doesn't stand a chance.”
“Hear that, Danto? Ten laps won't cut it.”
“Eek?!”
Danto shot the secretary a death glare. The secretary just shrugged with a “what can ya do?” look. She'd clearly toughened up dealing with Danto's tantrums.
“Keep up the walks for now. Once she packs on more weight, add gym time.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Awww…!!”
Danto looked seriously pissed.
“What.”
“…”
But she couldn't speak up.
“Hey, any places you wanna go?”
“!! P-Places… I wanna… go??”
“You've lived your whole life in Namdong Industrial Complex, right? There’s gotta be somewhere.”
“Ah…!”
Staying cooped up on the artificial island forever would get boring. Time to let her out occasionally—with escorts, of course. Or with me if our paths aligned.
Come to think of it, I haven't traveled much either.
At most, Dalian for Militaris HQ, Gangwon-do for that Undying Ecstasy, and Gaema Plateau for Go Min-ji this time. Oh, and Pyongyang. Pretty sparse list. Never even been overseas.
Might hit some spots when I have time. Not now—too busy.
“A-anywhere… is fine…? S-sounds… expensive…”
“…What do you take the guy in front of you for?”
She scarfs down steaks worth hundreds of thousands of won per slab but bitches about cost? No sense of money.
“Obey nicely, and I'll take you anywhere. Think about it.”
“Ah…!”
Danto's face lit up. She had a spot in mind.
I gave her head one more pat, then pointed at the cake dented by the baguette.
“Get a fresh one.”
“Yes, Master.”
On the way back to the mansion, Sua asked, “You seem to like Danto.”
Guess my treatment stood out.
“Yeah… kinda. Staring at her empties my head. It's relaxing.”
With work piling up and headaches mounting, Danto was like a mood cleanser. No wonder people get cats. Her Namdong roots left her clueless about the world—proud survivor of that shithole, acting all haughty, but secretly a total airhead. It showed in her actions. Made her cuter.
“Want me to get you one?”
“Huh? Oh… no thanks.”
Sua shook her head. Why not? Danto was cute.
Late evening after dinner. Out of nowhere, a text from Go Min-ji.
She didn't explain, just kept spamming laughs. Even when I straight-up asked, she just lol'd.
“What the hell.”
“What the actual fuck.”
She had to explain, Go Min-ji!!!!
I got the answer about ten minutes later.
“M-Master…!!”
Sua burst into the room.
“Outside… f-f-flyers… are…!”
“…Flyers?”
“It’s… hard to categorize, but… pictures of… Miss Min-ji…!!”
“?”
I rushed out to see what was up.
Dozens of transport choppers hovered over the artificial island, dumping paper like confetti. No wonder it'd been noisy earlier. That was all chopper racket?
“…”
I snatched a fluttering flyer.
It was that photo Go Min-ji had sent before—her flipping me off huge on the print. And this was blasting out from what looked like thirty choppers. Thousands of sheets, easy.
“That crazy bitch actually…”
Fuck. Go Min-ji, always like this. Now how to deal with this shitshow. Cleaning it up sounded like another headache.
Just you wait till you get back here. I'll fuck you senseless for three days straight.
The choppers dumped for about three minutes, then peeled off. Seung-hee calculated around 100,000 sheets.
How the hell did she print that fast…? From Gaema Plateau to here—barely any time.
How bad did she wanna fuck with me…?
“…How long to clean that up?”
Seung-hee fiddled with a sheet. “Looks like it dissolves in water. Clear the mansion grounds, leave the rest for rain.”
“Small mercies.”
I pondered revenge on Go Min-ji, then got a great idea.
“Sua, film me. Focus on my dick.”
“? Yes.”
She tilted her head but raised her phone.
“Seung-hee, pull out my dick and wrap it with that—jerk me off.”
“…Pardon?”
“You heard me.”
“Ah… yes…”
Seung-hee knelt with a “has this guy lost it?” face, fished out my cock, dusted off Go Min-ji's photo, and wrapped the face around my shaft.
Sua zoomed in tight.
“Hm. Paper's kinda rough.”
New stimulation needed—I pulled Baekseol close. Hot kiss. Groped her tits.
“Mmph… M-My lord…!”
The kiss got me hard fast, and climax built quick. Go Min-ji, you wild bitch. Let's see who's crazier.
“Nngh!”
I blasted right on her face. Sua captured every drop zoomed in.
“Whew.”
Shoot done.
“Lemme see.”
“Here.”
Perfect. Her face as jerk material, cummed right on target.
“Send the video to me.”
“Yes.”
Sua sent it over. Straight to Go Min-ji.