Go Min-young's Secret
I should have been feeling on top of the world, but the shocking info had dulled any real buzz.
"Thaaat... Min-ji noona too... knows? About Grandpa's seed..."
"Hmm~."
Go Min-young's expression was ambiguous.
"Who knows~?"
"Pardon?"
Who knows? What the hell does that mean?
"I'm not sure about that much."
"But..."
Does that even make sense...?
"I never told her myself. But she might've looked into it on her own, right?"
"Uh... you never asked her?"
"Nope. She didn't seem all that curious."
"..."
Is that even possible? Even for a total daddy's girl like Go Min-ji.
Not curious about her own dad? No way.
'Or maybe, like she said, she looked into it herself...?'
"And even if she calls him 'Dad,' it doesn't mean he treats her like a daughter. He just had to provide the seed—no choice in the matter—and he still sees her as a granddaughter. Blood's blood in our family. As long as it's family lineage, whose it is doesn't matter much."
"I see..."
Ha... This family's obsession with bloodlines just keeps getting more insane the more I learn.
The ridiculous discrimination against side branches, the incest to preserve purity, and if that fails, even mobilizing Grandpa's seed... pure madness.
'Gotta be this level of crazy to dominate Asia's chaebol scene...'
Their fixation on blood is terrifying.
'Hang on... plot-wise, that means I end up taking responsibility for all my remaining aunts and noonas??'
And the aunts have been waiting a minimum of 20 years. I'm twenty now.
Assuming they're all virgins... that's three more with Go Min-young-level sex drives!
Grandpa won't step in. He just donated seed 20 years ago— no way he's banging his daughters and granddaughters now. Doesn't add up.
I have to claim them all.
'Gotta pump those stamina stats... Won't cut it unless I level up to monster territory, or I'll die backed up.'
"Hmm~. All this talk killed my hard-on."
"Oh."
"Too bad. Doesn't look like I can get fully erect right now."
"Well... honestly, it was pretty shocking."
"Hehe. Can't blame you."
Go Min-young smiled with saintly warmth. The Goryeo Group's vice president, who treats human lives cheaper than ants, smiles at me like this.
It felt great... but a little creepy too.
A family with blood obsession etched into their veins. Now Go Min-ji's old words made total sense.
The threat of kidnapping and locking me up if I kept screwing around.
I thought it was just between her and Go Min-young. Nope.
Probably all the aunts and noonas teaming up to kidnap me, turning Ko Mu-yeol into...
'An endless gangbang cumdump.'
Relentlessly passed around to drain the family's lust. A sex machine.
No way I'm letting that future happen.
Same sex, but getting railed versus doing the railing? Worlds apart.
I conquer them. No way I'm the one getting conquered.
'Think positive. At least it's not like those chaebol dramas where direct family schemes to kill me out of jealousy.'
Worst case? Kidnapped and milked nonstop.
Hate that too, but better than getting ghosted with no one the wiser.
'Feels a bit better now.'
Guess I was tense not knowing how the other direct relatives would treat me.
Hearing the shocking truth actually eased my mind.
Doesn't mean I'll suddenly grope every aunt and noona in sight. I'm not crazy.
Even as owner family, that'd get me nothing but grief.
And even if they responded well, imagine handling all those women at once.
Not jotjips I can relax with—direct relatives with power dwarfing mine.
Recipe for disaster.
Best to take it slow, one by one. Secure control over one, then move to the next.
For that, first:
'Make Go Min-young and Go Min-ji fully mine.'
"Min-young."
"Y-yes...??"
My sudden words made her eyes go wide. Like she'd heard something unthinkable.
'Aunt-nephew forever puts me below. Can't have that.'
Wipe "aunt-nephew" from her head completely. Brand me as her man.
Only then can we be equals... and eventually, I control her.
"When it's just us, I'll call you Min-young."
"O-oh my... listen to you..."
She flustered. The ice queen with her trademark frosty glare, showing this face.
Thrilling on its own.
I gripped her chin, locking eyes. Her pupils trembled.
"You're my wife, right? So I call you Min-young. Don't like it?"
"..."
No words. Not hating it, but maybe 0.1% intimidated.
Then her eyes glazed over with lust.
"Haa... Mu-yeol, you're just... incorrigible♥."
Splash! She mounted me, legs straddling, teasing my rock-hard cock between her thighs. Hand guiding it to her entrance.
No hesitation—straight insertion.
Splurt!
"Ngh?!"
Rough as hell!
"You... nnngh... started it... huff... got it?"
+++
The endless bliss seemed eternal, but it cut off abruptly late Sunday night.
Kang Hye-young brought emergency news.
Normally, she'd report separately without me. But our deepened bond had Go Min-young just say, "Spit it out."
And the situation? Serious enough even for my ears.
The Shanghai Economic Alliance had gathered reps from China's 20+ splinter states for a Chinese Summit.
Even the shrunken Wuhan CCP joined. China was mobilizing again.
Korea—and Goryeo Group—had to respond.
'This plot point already?'
In the game, China bait hits mid-main story.
Even then, it ends with Shanghai summit sparking friction with Korea—no real China action till end credits.
My route, anyway.
But main story hasn't even started, and China's moving?
'Butterfly effect.'
Where'd it start? I've barely left Incheon.
Jang Kyung-su connection maybe?
"Haa... those... bastards...!!!"
Go Min-young exploded in rage.
China—right next door—showing signs of unity? Militaris VP can't sit idle chowing rice cakes.
She vented fury everywhere, showered, then dressed hurriedly.
"Be right back. Stay put."
"Sure thing, Min-young."
Me calling her that? She bit her lip, shy. Mood lightened a bit.
"Really..."
Then a bashful forehead kiss before leaving.
"...Chief Kang, take care of Mu-yeol here."
"Yes, Vice President."
She eyed my throbbing cock, biting her lip. Regret plain.
"Sorry to blue-ball you at peak heat. Use Chief Kang at least."
"Wha."
"...!"
Saying it so bluntly...!
Shocking parting words, then she bolted—no time to waste.
Just me and Kang Hye-young in the vast garden.
Awkward vibe. I broke the ice.
"...China moving like that—sudden?"
"Well..."
She hesitated—can she tell me?—then spoke.
Figured no point hiding after summit leak.
"Shanghai showed signs before. But not this aggressive. Thought they'd take it slow."
"Hmm. No summit intel?"
"Intel's fragments. Good, bad, endless. Info team's job to piece it. We got pieces, but misjudged."
"Got it."
Headed to the hot spring. Kang Hye-young followed at a proper distance.
'Been eyeing her forever, but the chance comes now?'
Call it a silver lining.
"Here."
At the spring, I spread my arms wide for her show.
Body slick with Go Min-young's sweat and fluids, cock glazed in cum and pussy juice.
Can't soak like this. Gotta wash.
And obviously, I don't wash myself.
"..."
Sensing her fate, she squeezed eyes shut, then opened. "Yes." Started washing me.
I savored her touch. Warm water poured, hands scrubbing gently, cleaning every speck.
Corner to corner. No exceptions for sensitive spots.
Soft, soulless voice: "Pardon me." Massaging, rubbing deep.
"...Done, young master."
"Really? Feels not."
"Pardon?"
I opened wide, stuck out my tongue.
"Gotta clean here too. With your body."
"... ."