21. Family Gathering
Namdong-gu Police Chief Do Yun-jeong had earned Ko Mu-yeol's evaluation as a "woman who gives killer blowjobs and fucks like a beast," but at home, she was a thoroughly dry and emotionless person.
Her wake-up time was precisely 6 a.m. The moment the alarm rang, she opened her eyes and headed straight to the living room. No lingering in bed with excuses like "just five more minutes." Even if something external disrupted her, she never allowed herself to falter. It was a world apart from how she melted into Mu-yeol's arms.
Her home wasn't on the level of the chaebols' flashy mansions, but it was still quite luxurious—tastefully so, without veering into the vulgarity of nouveau riche excess. The antique furniture in warm solid wood tones, paired with an interior that leaned more classic than modern, set a calm mood right from the morning.
"You're up, ma'am."
Even at this early hour, every light in the house was on. As the head of the household, she rose at 6, so the staff had to start even earlier—at least 5—to prepare.
"Good morning."
"Yes, good morning."
She nodded and moved to the dining area off the kitchen, where her husband was setting out the food.
"You're awake, dear."
She gave a light nod in response. Her housewife husband quickly pulled out a chair for her. Do Yun-jeong sat naturally and unfolded the neatly folded newspaper on the table.
A paper newspaper in 2076—what a throwback, right? But surprisingly, they were still popular. Digital was far superior for quick searches, of course, but nothing could replicate the reassuring texture of paper, that distinctive smell, the slightly rough crinkle, the satisfying flap when turning pages. Above all, the elite class adored analog everything. And as someone who needed to appeal to that top tier, she embraced it too. Keeping live staff instead of household robots was part of that vibe.
"Where's Yun-ah?"
"Uh... probably still sleeping. I'll wake her."
With her husband gone, Do Yun-jeong focused on her paper.
"...Mother."
Her husband returned with their daughter, and she folded the newspaper, glancing at the time: 6:06 a.m. Well past the household's 6 o'clock wake-up.
"You're late."
"...Sorry."
The daughter bowed her head, looking dejected. Her husband tried to intervene.
"Aw, come on, she finished her college entrance exams, and she passed the police academy too—"
"That's exactly why she can't slack off. It's just the beginning—how will it be if she starts like this?"
"..."
"Jeez..."
"Sit."
"Yes."
Daughter and husband took their seats, and breakfast proper began. But there was no conversation. Do Yun-jeong ate with her phone in one hand, while daughter and husband endured the stifling silence.
After that suffocating meal ended, Do Yun-jeong called her daughter to her room. Bracing for a major scolding, the daughter followed timidly. But thankfully, it wasn't that.
"Come here."
Do Yun-jeong pulled her daughter in front of the full-length mirror. Thanks to her strict discipline, the girl always maintained perfect posture—and even ignoring that, she was an outstanding woman. Small face, beautiful features. Perfect proportions. Any man would want to hold her.
"Mm. Perfect."
"..."
Do Yun-jeong smiled faintly—a rare sight at home. For her to show emotion and admiration...
She's... happy...?
It felt unfamiliar. Even when showing off good grades or facing punishment for mistakes, Do Yun-jeong never revealed feelings. She reacted like a machine, doing only what was required. But today...
"Truly perfect, my daughter."
Do Yun-jeong gently traced her daughter—from face to shoulders, collarbone, lightly brushing over her breasts through her clothes, down the flat stomach and waist without an ounce of fat. No weird vibe. It wasn't sexual indulgence toward her own child; more like appraising a work of art.
"Look closely, Yun-ah. This is the body you must maintain. Got it?"
"Yes... Mother."
A truly bizarre feeling. But obedient as she was, she nodded.
"Good. Never forget what I've always told you. Especially your purity—it's absolutely vital. Never use it on your own whim."
"Yes, Mother."
Do Yun-jeong stroked her daughter's hair approvingly.
"Come New Year's, we'll visit someone together."
"Visit... someone?"
"Yes. The person our Yun-ah must serve. That's why you were born."
"Y-yes..."
After drilling the lesson into her daughter for a good while, she left the room and headed to the bathroom to prepare for work.
"..."
Someone watched her leave with a displeased expression: her husband, who had overheard the conversation. He stared uncomfortably at his daughter's door. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop—just worried she might scold too harshly, so he'd come to check. But what he heard...
Someone to visit...?
He didn't know who this "someone" was, but he could guess the nature of the visit.
No way... not Do Yun-jeong...!
She treated even her own body as a bargaining chip for advancement. Handing it over was no big deal to her. If such a woman told their daughter she had a "someone to visit"—mentioning purity no less, and capping it with "that's why you were born"—?
This can't happen, Do Yun-jeong...!
His wife spreading her legs for another man? He could barely tolerate it, forcing blind eyes. But his daughter too?? That was...
Absolutely unforgivable.
Today was December 25—Christmas, no less. Unfortunately, it wasn't a holiday anymore. It used to be a big deal in Korea, but during World War III, they slashed public holidays drastically, and the effects lingered. There'd been talks of reinstating it, but they always fizzled out. Main reason: too religious. As everyone knows, Christmas marks Jesus's birth. But in today's Incheon—or Korea at large—who believes in Christianity? Hardly anyone. As science advanced, faith faded, and with Korea already heavy on nonbelievers, now 80-90% were atheists. Incheon was worse—this place was straight-up Sodom and Gomorrah levels of decadence. Religion doesn't fly here. So it remained just another observance day, not a holiday. Same for Buddha's birthday.
Thus, Christmas changed nothing. The city ran as usual, business as usual. Without the holiday, people stopped celebrating, and after decades, it became "oh yeah, that existed."
"Who knew Christmas would be forgotten..."
I'd been thinking about it just days ago. Famous holiday and all—figured the vibe would shift, events would pop up. How to spend it as sleazily as possible, something like that. But nope. Time passed, nothing happened. At first, I thought it was Shanghai stealing the spotlight with all the chaos. Turns out, it was just... forgotten. Nobody marks it anymore. Too busy, too much to do.
Not that I'm devastated or anything. Just a bit disappointing.
"We've arrived, Master."
Stepping out of the AV, people were already waiting. Endless logistics drones crisscrossed the sky, crowds bustled around.
"Feels like this place changes every time I visit."
Namdong Industrial Complex Restoration Site. Pouring in massive cash, manpower, and gear had restored the core zone for the integrated headquarters surprisingly fast.
I hopped into an armored vehicle. We'd cleared way more territory than last time; remnants here were wiped out. Still, better safe.
"Any issues?"
"No, sir. Everything's proceeding smoothly."
Passing ruins in the armored car, clean land and roads soon appeared. White Snow Princess's Blue Team stood guard with other mercs, countless workers hauling stuff everywhere.
"Mm. Spacious."
The integrated HQ would house Mu-yeol Finance, White Snow Princess, Mu-yeol Chemicals (provisional), AV Management Corp—everything except Goryeo Entertainment affiliates. New corps later? Prime candidates here too. Why exclude Goryeo Ent? Ganghwa offers perks for agency ops. It's my overall holding company, but fundamentally an agency, so...
Actually, worth rethinking. HQ build will take time anyway—plenty to mull over.
I toured the site, then delved deeper into Namdong. Caught a few remnant stragglers getting mopped up—ruthless. Cops blasting without hesitation; less arrests, more summary executions. Wonder if that's legal.
No mercy.
Finishing the tour, I headed to the police command post. Real purpose today. Namdong-gu Chief Do Yun-jeong said she'd come personally. Might swap these cops for her district force—easier item grabs.
"Ah, young master. Good to see you again."
"It's been a while, sir! Young master!"
Two guys drinking coffee at a table in a small container greeted me. One was that special-something-or-other officer I'd seen before; the other, Namdong-gu Police Chief Do Yun-jeong.
My dick twitched. Just seeing this bitch gets me hard. Can't help it—she's the best fuck I know. Got me hooked bad.