Chapter 177: Virginity is a Major Matter

The Republic of Korea government (or more precisely, the Goryeo Group) made it crystal clear that this wasn't about ethnic fusion or national harmony—it was straight-up conquest. To drive home the point that Koreans and Chinese weren't on the same level, they kept place names outside the Korean Peninsula in their original native pronunciations. Naturally, this drew massive condemnation from the UN and every global organization under the sun, but as the biggest winner of World War III, Korea had seized enormous territories and vested interests. They brushed off the noise like it was nothing. That's why Dalian is still called Dalian. It was a show of pure confidence—the kind that said they could hold onto dominance no matter the resentment, that they wouldn't let go of Asia's hegemony regardless of what anyone said.

In reality, Militaris and the Korean government hadn't lost a single inch of territory since the war ended. There's a brutal, blood-soaked history behind that, but explaining it all would take forever. Anyway, after a few hours, I finally reached the outskirts of Dalian City, home to Militaris headquarters. The glittering nightscape was still mesmerizing enough to captivate anyone, but unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury to care right now.

"Why the fuck is it taking so long."

Even though I was still miles from where Go Min-young was, just sharing the same airspace made it feel like I could smell her scent. My cock was throbbing hard, desperate to shove itself into something—anything hot and wet. Hell, if it was slick enough, I could probably just ram it in and blow my load. Thoughts that ridiculous were flooding my brain. All because ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of Go Min-young. If she'd just said something tame like "Hurry up and come," I wouldn't be this worked up. But no, she had to send pics of her spreading her legs and pussy, throwing me into chaos.

"Hah."

Thanks to her, I'd been staring holes into those photos the whole flight. The ones she'd Kakao'd over: legs spread wide, pussy lips fully exposed, juices dripping out. Plus all the body cam and phone sex pics we'd swapped countless times, and the masturbation videos she occasionally sent. I'd scroll through them nonstop to keep my erection raging. No jerking off, no fucking anyone else. This horniness was all for Go Min-young—I was gonna dump every drop into her. She was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠probably doing the same, right? Legs spread, pussy ready to take my cock. Imagining me panting on top of her, kissing her, stroking her back or ass.

Fuck...! Just... fuck, I need to pound her raw!

A million filthy thoughts raced through my head, but they all boiled down to one: pinning Go Min-young down and slamming my cock into her. Classic tunnel vision. Nothing else would stick.

"Master, we'll be arriving shortly."

"Yeah... got it."

My chest was burning hotter by the second. One look at her, and I'd probably explode. Hah. What the hell did Go Min-young have that got me like this? That scorching pussy of hers...

The massive crater-shaped Militaris HQ loomed ahead. Just as I touched ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠down, fireworks exploded across the entire city, spelling out the welcome message like last time. It was an insane waste of cash at a glance, but sorry—not registering. My head was about to burst, crammed full of nothing but Go Min-young.

No flowery bullshit. But for some reason, her texts burned hot.

…

""Welcome, Young Master.""

As I stepped off the AV, a ton of people in crisp black uniforms lined up on both sides, bowing deeply. Right by the AV pad stood four women, one stepping forward.

She looked impeccably put-together. Hair neatly tied back, spotless uniform hugging a model figure. Her gestures, her walk—flawless. Expression perfect too.

"I'm Kang Hye-young, the new chief secretary to Vice President Go Min-young. I'll escort you."

Damn... she's hot.

She bowed at a precise 75 degrees, her neckline dipping low to flash cleavage. No move to cover up. Already revved up from the flight, I wanted to shove my cock right in there. Linger much longer, and I'd drag her off instead of Go Min-young.

Gotta move fast.

"Let's go now."

"Yes, Young Master."

She led naturally, secretaries and guards clustering around me.

Check that ass.

I tried focusing on Go Min-young, but no dice. Cock rock-hard already. How ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could my eyes not wander with that perfect rear swaying ahead?

Wish Auntie had come greet me herself.

That might've been awkward optics, but lusting after her was a net positive right now.

Too horny to show? Pussy dripping so bad she couldn't face her subordinates?

I shoved aside a flicker of disappointment with that guess. Just like me leaking precum with my dick raging, she was probably soaked.

Made sense—she outranked me in prestige, so she couldn't move freely.

…

"I'll escort you from here alone. Is that alright?"

That meant dismissing Go Min-young's staff and my own secretaries. Last time, full paranoia mode, I'd have freaked at going solo. But now, suspicions eased, it didn't faze me.

"Sure. Take a break."

"…Yes, Master."

Im Sua and Baekseol led my team in bowing. I acknowledged them and followed Kang Hye-young into a massive elevator. No one around, corridors dead silent, the huge box plunged endlessly downward. Weightless float, ears popping.

"Different route from last time. Where to?"

She didn't turn. "Vice President said to bring you to the garden."

"Garden?"

"A private space deep underground."

"Huh."

Security must be insane if only she and I could enter. Or she was showing me something just for us. Either way, Go Min-young trusted this chief secretary big time. Never seen her before, though.

"Still, did you really need to clear all my secretaries? Should've brought your chief sec at least."

"Presumptuous, but only the Vice President and a select few are allowed here."

"You included?"

"…As chief secretary."

"Auntie trusts you a lot, huh."

"Grateful for it."

No denial. Huh. But damn, how far down? Felt like 200 floors already. My boner was fading. Can't have that—I needed to be ready to thrust on sight.

"Chief."

"Yes."

"How much do you know? About me and Auntie."

"…."

She paused, then spoke. "That you're in a close relationship."

"I see."

I sidled up, pressing my crotch against her ass crack, grinding lightly. My softening cock perked right back up.

"…Young Master?"

No shock—just flat-toned, like What're you doing?

"You know everything, so no need to hide."

"…."

"Help keep my dick from going soft. Just a little rub."

"…CCTV everywhere."

"…."

"Vice President herself—"

I backed off quick.

"…."

Fuck, cocktease. I'll fuck her someday.

Ding. Finally. Felt like 500 floors down. Doors opened.

"…Whoa."

A literal garden. Fake sky above, greenery everywhere. Like a pristine botanical garden in the jungle. Fresh air filled my lungs.

"This way."

Following her, I soon spotted Go Min-young. Soaked in a huge hot spring, she turned at our approach, rising from the water.

Splash. A goddess emerged. Sculpted body gleaming, she smiled at me.

"Welcome."

Utterly naked, arms up, sweeping wet hair back. Plump armpits framing full, perky tits. Insanely narrow waist flaring to wide, vase-like hips. Still perfection.

I snapped out of the trance, checking her virginity first. Virginity's... a big deal...!

'!!!'

Go Min-young... was a virgin...!!