Not the Spring of China
Holding a summit with the representatives of the Twenty Kingdoms of China under the Shanghai Economic Alliance? Fine, whatever. It's straight out of the main story route I played through. The problem is it's showing up way too early—should be mid-game stuff.
But it doesn't stop there. They're accelerating this hard?? 'One China' my ass—that's touching the dragon's reverse scale. Why the hell is China split up right now? Because they started World War III as war criminals and got carved up for it. And now, barely 50 years later, they're chanting 'One China'? Have they lost their goddamn minds...?
Of course, this won't just play out smoothly. Even setting aside the war crimes, the Twenty Kingdoms are a goddamn honey pot for Korea and the Goryeo Group right now. They're sitting pretty, sucking up 10-20% of total production as reparations—why the fuck would they let these guys band together and rebel? Plus, there are tons of Chinese people in Korea. Shit, population-wise, Han Chinese are the majority. Fifty years have diluted it some, but plenty still have roots on the mainland. And above all, Korea's got a clear ethnic discrimination policy. Chinese descent folks are third-class citizens—no residency rights on the peninsula outside Incheon. How many of them truly see themselves as Korean?
And in the middle of all that, the Twenty Kingdoms start yelling 'One China' and rising up? Any leader who just watches that is unqualified. 'Incheon's gonna be a shitshow for real.'
The one place on the peninsula where foreigners can live and vote. Incheon... Looks like it's in for a hell of a fever.
'Go Min-young's replies being slow must be because of this too.'
The situation's rolling out way more seriously than I thought. Why else would that firecracker delay texting me back? If she's putting off our chat, she's insanely busy.
'But if Militaris is this slammed... don't tell me they're planning something military.'
God, I hope it's just paranoia... But bad feelings like this never miss.
If it was just political pressure, they wouldn't need Militaris. Even if they did, Go Min-young wouldn't be tied up like this. But if Militaris's CEO is stuck for days, it means they're reviewing a major military op. One she'd personally oversee.
'No way it's World War IV... right?'
Please, no. Not yet. I've got too much left to eat and fuck. War? That's crossing the line. Too many variables.
Don't ruin my fun harem life, please...
'If they just take out the leadership discreetly, that'd be fine...'
Let's think. Does the Goryeo Group gain from war right now? Wars are for when society needs radical shake-up and chaos. Is that the case here?
'Eh. Status quo's best for Goryeo Group.'
They're already solidified. Chaos wouldn't help. One upside: crush China again, squeeze more out. But we're already gutting the golden goose—why push it?
'Nah. There might be something I don't know. Don't jump to conclusions.'
I shook off the deep dive. Beyond my pay grade.
"Mmngh... M-Master...?"
"..."
Jeong Ga-in turned to me with a flushed face, oblivious to my thoughts. That's when I realized I was still buried in her. Ah.
The second I clocked it, my arms went numb. Meanwhile, my dick—still sheathed in her pussy—got hard again.
"Stop leaking so much."
I grabbed her ankles and thrust.
"Haaang! D-Don't stooop! L-Like thiiiis...!"
Slurp, slurp—goes in smooth.
'Think later.'
Business first.
"I'll make you piss yourself silly."
"Th-That...!"
I flipped her face-down on the bed and pounded mercilessly.
+++
The Shanghai Economic Alliance gathered the reps from the Twenty Kingdoms for a China Summit and dropped the 'total uprising' bomb. But it didn't shake my daily life one bit. Days passed, nothing changed.
News mentioned Chinese protests in Incheon here and there, or talk shows replayed that bald fucker (Li Wei) getting lasered and ranting about the uprising, with experts yapping. But no real impact hit me yet.
Not tangible enough, I guess. Oh, one thing: Kang Hye-young, Go Min-young's chief secretary—the one I fucked good—is standing in front of me.
"Pleased to see you again, Young Master. Kang Hye-young, Chief Secretary to Vice President Go Min-young."
Not the twisted faces from when she was under me. Now it's the standard, warm service smile.
Ah, memories of that hot flesh and her crumpling face when I split her...
Was insane.
"Here about the AV stuff?"
"Yes. HQ's swamped, so she judged separate time impossible and delegated the business to me."
"Got it. Full authority, huh?"
"Yes."
"Hmm."
Our Min-young isn't just handing it free. Treating me like a real business partner?
'I've got money too—feels wrong taking it gratis.'
Actually, welcome.
"Talk to Seung-hee about details. She's my girl, but she'll cut DC, right?"
"...I'll try."
"Good. Anyway... I've got questions. Let's chat."
I led her to the reception room. Hot days together or not, she's Go Min-young's chief sec and AV biz holder—a proper guest. Go Min-young's proxy, even. Gotta treat her right.
Not groveling, just decent host shit. Probe some curiosities too.
We sat across a table. Im Sua approached demurely with tea. I'm used to it, but Kang Hye-young flinched at Sua's posture. Eyes twitching, side-eyeing her—clearly bugged.
'Sua didn't go through formal training...'
Can't help it. Sua knows zilch about secretary protocol. Best she got was peeking at Seo Eun-mi's moves.
'Speaking of, how's my Ha Eun-young? Miss her suddenly. Check later.'
No training means, to a Prestige top-tier like Kang Hye-young—who climbed to Go Min-young's chief sec—it's grating. Probably thinking, 'What the hell's that as a chief sec??'
Sua nailed her master pick. Cop team lead to my exclusive sec, Prestige chief in months.
"Eyes on me."
"Pardon?"
"We're talking, you and me?"
"Ah..."
"I'm a generous master, y'know. Don't sweat the small stuff. As long as I like it, right?"
"! Sorry. My mistake."
She got it. Kang Hye-young bowed slightly in apology.
Our Hye-young hides expressions poorly. Or am I just good at reading?
"?"
Meanwhile, Sua's got a baffled look. No clue what our exchange meant.
'Sua, without me you'd...'
Bittersweet sip of coffee. Signal to business.
Clink—set down the cup.
"Continent's been noisy lately. Our VP's swamped. Haven't seen her since then. No calls either."
"Ah."
She blushed faintly. Recalling our hot fuck, probably.
Fair. Li Wei's summit was that day—while Go Min-young and I were mid-sex, forcing her to bail. Hye-young filled in. Days later, boom: 'One China' speech.
"Biz man like me, sensitive to changes. Militaris planning something big?"
"...Knew you'd ask."
Kang Hye-young rolled as expected, but pondered. Brain whirring: say or no?
"Secret from me too?"
"..."
I stared. She licked her lips.
"One thing I can say for sure... VP's pissed."