China's Spring – She Was Fucking Furious

China's Spring was really pissed off, huh... Yeah, it looked that way. We were right in the middle ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of going at it—biting, sucking, pounding away—when those assholes interrupted.

"So what happens now? Is Militaris stepping in directly? Like, sending mechs to rain down firepower?"

"Not that far... Nothing's been decided yet, young master."

"Hmm."

Nothing decided yet? For real? My gut was screaming that some massive shitstorm was brewing. Plus, Kang Hye-young herself said Vice President Go was furious. Why mention that unless there was some serious payback coming? Otherwise, it'd just be pointless chatter. And Kang Hye-young didn't strike me as the type to spout useless bullshit.

"Is that so? The decision-making's taking quite a while."

"...It's only been a few days. Considering the gravity of the incident, it's normal to take this much time."

"Well, sure, but sitting around like this might make us look weak."

"Of course we won't just sit idle."

There it is—something's definitely up.

"First, the Republic of Korea government will issue a condemnation statement. Reminding them that China splintered into twenty nations because it invaded the Republic of China and sparked World War III as a heinous war criminal. And we'll increase the principal repayment ratio on the reparations."

"Will that even matter? It's not gonna faze them one bit."

Humans are selfish creatures. How many people think, 'I fucked up, so I deserve this unfair treatment'? Words alone won't mean shit. At best, hiking the principal repayments might hit hard, but they're already teetering on the edge, on the verge of snapping. Jack up the payments now, and it could ignite the powder keg. Things could get way worse.

"If they won't accept it, we'll make them."

"..."

Ah... I see. My thinking was too shortsighted. If they won't accept it? We'll force acceptance. But really, we won't even give them a situation where acceptance is an option. ??? How... 'Is this what a democracy looks like?' It's so beautiful, tears are welling up.

"I think that's all I can tell you."

Kang Hye-young kept it brief. Security reasons? Or maybe even she didn't know? Either way, pushing more wouldn't get me jack.

"Got it. No point asking further if nothing's set."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's been ages since we caught up—can't just talk shop. We should catch up properly."

"...If I may, it's been less than a week since you visited Militaris."

I ignored her and stood up. She shot to her feet too.

"A week is ages—what're you talking about."

"..."

I approached her. She turned toward me, hands clasped neatly, head slightly bowed. Perfect secretary mode.

"Can't just brush off a guest like this. Let's head to my room."

I pulled her into a hug. She averted her eyes but nodded.

"...Yes, young master."

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After pounding Kang Hye-young silly, I slipped down to the floor for a gulp of water. Unlike her, sprawled out leaking cum from her pussy, my dick was still rock-hard. The power of stamina stats. Getting monstrous by the day.

"Impressive."

According to Seung-hee, who measured it daily, no size change. But it felt sturdier somehow. Something beyond measurements. Thick and unyielding. I gave it a twitch—my mighty cock throbbed, flexing its power.

"Good boy. Round two?"

That's when it buzzed.

- Bzzz.

Phone on the table. Sender: Go Min-ji. Busy as hell, yet texting me? Quick break?

(Photo)

"What the."

Another weird pic? Made me uneasy. Figured Min-ji wouldn't send straight-up pussy shots, so I opened it.

She'd posted a half-exposed tit pic out of nowhere. What the hell's with that outfit? Working like that? Or changed after?

Min-ji sent a photo. Looked like familiar knights boarding mechs after some report at base. This crazy bitch actually dispatched knights to kidnap me!

Curious but no answer. 'Maybe pry some Militaris intel...' Got basics from Hye-young but skimpy. Min-ji'd know way more than a mere secretary.