Go Min-young's Secret
Sizzle.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but we were both starving. It was bad enough to interrupt our fuck session. Maybe Kang Hye-young sensed it, because she came out from some shed-like building in the garden and started grilling meat.
"…Eat first, then fuck?"
"…Yeah."
Go Min-young, who had just been taking my thrusts like a champ, kissed my forehead. I returned it with a deep, sloppy kiss. Things nearly ignited again into another round, but I held back. We had more than just this moment.
Fill our stomachs, then pound even harder.
Sizzle. Sizzle.
We sat at the setup chairs next to Kang Hye-young, who was grilling the meat to mouthwatering perfection. With just two of us, the table was small and round—perfect for knocking back shots of soju across from each other.
She started slicing. Handling a razor-sharp knife with expert ease, she carved off chunks from the massive slab, revealing perfectly seared cross-sections. Then she diced it finer, her knife work nothing short of pro-level.
"You're damn good at this. Isn't this usually a chef's job?"
She leaned in close to plate the meat. I snuck a whiff of her scent and eyed her figure as I said it. Kang Hye-young replied calmly.
"It's part of the basic Prestige curriculum."
"Oh… right?"
Why are all my secretaries like this…? Maybe I haven't ordered them to do it yet. I'll have to make them all show off when I get back.
Tastes amazing too.
The doneness was flawless—no uneven spots, just perfect all around.
Go Min-young must've been famished. She shoveled forkful after forkful into her mouth, chewing nonstop and washing it down with wine. No refined chaebol savoring here—she crammed it in and gulped wine mid-chew.
After the pounding she took, no wonder.
Her body was still slick with sweat, and globs of my cum I'd sprayed on her clung stubbornly. Without the garden's perfect climate control, she'd have caught a cold by now. After that intense workout, inhaling meat nonstop made sense.
And I was the same.
Still, we didn't eat in silence. Once our bellies were half-full, I scooted my chair right up next to her.
"…?"
She paused mid-chew, eyes widening for a second before curving into a sly smile. She speared the last piece with her fork and held it out to me. I opened wide on reflex. She pushed it into my mouth.
"Good?"
"…Yeah. Delicious."
"Hehe. Seeing your happy face makes me feel good too. Eating it myself is nice, but feeding you like this… not bad either."
"…Huh?"
What did that mean? Feeding me meat turns her on?
She just smiled without answering. I wrapped an arm around her waist. She leaned into me. I raised my glass, and Kang Hye-young poured wine.
"Cheers at least."
"Yeah."
Go Min-young lifted hers. Clink.
…
After dinner, we headed to the hot springs to soak. First, a quick rinse. Kang Hye-young handled it all. She washed Go Min-young, then came to me, murmuring "Excuse me" before running her palms over my body, wiping away sweat and grime.
Her touch felt too good—I got hard inevitably. I worried Go Min-young might snap, but nope. She glanced at my erection impassively, then wiggled her ass and slipped into the bath first.
Perfect blind spot from Go Min-young's angle. My scoundrel instincts zeroed in on Kang Hye-young.
Squeeze.
"…."
I kneaded that plump, firm ass to my heart's content.
Fucking perfect texture. Goddamn.
The situation amped me up fast—my cock sprang fully erect.
"…."
Kang Hye-young silently continued washing. She even shook my throbbing dick like she was jerking it off, splashing water over it.
"Ah… fuck, that's nice."
Secretary chief to Goryeo Group's vice president? Top of the Prestige elite. But still just a secretary. No way she'd bare her fangs at the owner family.
"…All done, young master."
"Oh, already?"
Good times fly. I'd only groped her ass, and it was over. As a parting gift, I brushed her other cheek. She followed silently behind me.
"Coming?"
"Yes."
I dipped my foot into the steaming bath, then sank in fully. I settled right next to Go Min-young and naturally wrapped my arm around her waist. She nestled against me.
As we soaked our heated bodies together, chatted lightly after the meal, a question bubbled up—one I'd buried for ages.
How was she still a virgin? And whose daughter was Go Min-ji, really? And so on. Mountains of shit to ask.
From our first meeting, from the moment I tore her hymen—I'd wanted to know. Timing had never been right.
Now was the time.
"Got a question."
"What?"
"That… uh…."
But blurting it out felt awkward.
'Why are you a virgin?'
Nope, too direct. How to phrase this?
"…About Min-ji?"
"Ah… yeah."
Luckily, she got it first.
"…Yeah. You're old enough to know now."
"…."
What? Like some massive family secret that'll shock me? Why bring up age? Her tone was making me nervous for no reason.
"First off, yeah, I'm a virgin."
"Uh…."
"You're my first man, Mu-yeol."
I knew, but I played along at her pace.
"But my husband…."
"You really think of him as a husband? I showed you—I handled him."
"…True."
"Just a cover. Eyes were on us back then. Imagine the gossip if family hooked up."
…Still would be now, probably. Maybe she just stopped caring.
"Originally… I was supposed to marry your father Mu-jin and have kids."
"…!"
"All of us were."
All of us—all the aunts?
"But… sigh. That bastard was too obsessive. Insisted on marrying just one of us."
"That one being…."
"Yeah. Your mother, Go Yeon-ah."
"…."
First time hearing that name. Not in the game lore I'd seen, anyway.
"Mu-jin and Yeon-ah scraped up all our luck. We need to preserve our bloodline for generations… but if they hog it, the rest of us stay single forever? Can't bring in outsiders to bed either."
So my guess was spot on.
Go Min-ji's line: How could we roll with outsiders who don't share our blood?
Not just her— the whole owner family's women thought that way? Or at least Go Min-young did. Hence the lifelong celibacy talk.
"We talked a ton. Me, Ha-young, Seon-ah. But he flat-out refused other women. Selfish prick."
Emotion flared—she cursed my dad right in front of me.
"Then how's Min-ji unnie…."
She sighed deeply.
"…IVF."
"…So Dad agreed to that at least."
"No."
"?"
Go Min-young smiled at me—her usual pretty one, but it chilled me for some reason.
"Our dad."
"…Pardon?"
"Go Min-ji was born from Grandpa's sperm and my egg."
"…???"
What the fuck. So Go Min-ji… wasn't my cousin… she was my aunt????????
Ah, wait—no, still cousin technically. But… fuck no.
I'd vaguely figured the family tree looped incestuously, that my dad Mu-jin seeded the cousin-sisters—but no, Grandpa's seed from the start?
"He refused to donate at first. Dad got pissed and chewed him out, but no dice."
"But…."
"Your dad and Yeon-ah had no kids, so Grandpa worried about the line dying. Couldn't do it with me himself, right? So he donated his own."
"Ah… so… Min-ji unnie's my aunt?"
Go Min-young stretched her lips wide, like I was adorable.
"No, Mu-yeol."
"?"
She whispered in my ear.
"You're her dad."
"The fuck???"
"You're my husband now, right?"
Mwah. She kissed my cheek. Her hand shot down, grabbing and stroking my cock.