Family Gathering
Gominji and I tangled our bodies in a frenzy, as if that was the only thing that mattered in the world. Her parka's inner lining was soaked through with pussy juices and cum overflowing from her cunt, and even the fresh towels we laid down after wiping up got drenched. We switched spots and positions, pounding away until puddles formed everywhere we went. Still not satisfied, I made her touch every piece of furniture in the room with her hands, then fucked her doggy-style over each one. I could've spent days like that if I had my way... but sadly, time wasn't on our side.
"Fuck. It hurts so goddamn much."
Gominji winced, prodding at her swollen pussy lips. Probably because I'd hammered her so hard, hard, HARD.
"How fucking horny were you, anyway?"
"...That's rich coming from you, sis."
I'd been insanely turned on too, but Gominji was no slouch in that department.
"Gotta give that speech soon. What now?"
"But do you have to be the one?"
"When else are we gonna show our faces to the underlings?"
"...Chuseok?"
"That's just a trickle then, dumbass. Everyone shows up for Lunar New Year."
"Got it."
The night bridging December 31st and New Year's Day. The event kicked off at 11 PM with a highlight reel of the year's big moments, then countdown at 11:59. Once the new year hit, the real New Year's briefing began. With a schedule like that, no room for more fucking with Gominji. Time to get ready.
"Hurts that bad? Guess no more tonight then."
"... "
Nothing we could do. After the event, I'd book a room with Gominyoung... She'd actually texted earlier, but I was balls-deep in Gominji and missed it. I'd lied about being asleep, but her reply dripped with disappointment—kinda pricked my conscience a bit.
"...Hey, come here."
Gominji dragged me into the bathroom. She fiddled with my limp dick until she coaxed it back to life.
"Why...?"
"What do you mean, why?"
Enduring an awkward position, she slid my hard cock into her pussy.
"Ngh...!"
Deep breaths, and she hilted it all the way.
"Hoo... Hnngh."
"You good?"
"Aaah... Fuck, your dick—why's it so goddamn huge...!"
Testing if she could handle another round, apparently. Kinda hot, but also pitiful. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled out.
"Ah."
Gominji shot me a longing look.
"Next time."
"Fuck, you wouldn't get it. This desperation."
"What desperation...?"
"Pisses me off for real."
Grumpy now, Gominji cranked the showerhead and blasted me with it. The pressure stung a little.
"What the—hey!"
"Take this! Take this! This is my cum, you little shit!!!"
"No."
Was she seriously acting like a kid...? Fine, game on. I turned on the sink and cupped water to spray her back.
"Oh yeah?"
Gominji went full berserk. Water fight chaos everywhere. The bathroom door even swung open, splashing the already puddle-ridden room.
We horsed around with the water, showered together, and somehow squeezed in one more fuck. I was fine, but Gominji was hurting pretty bad and said no way for a second go. Still, seeing her try anyway... she must've been really pent up.
"... "
Maybe that's why, as we got ready to head out, Gominji was mostly silent. Her vibe screamed "touch me and explode," radiating intimidation—if it were regular secretaries or staff next to her instead of me, they'd be shaking and pissing themselves.
And then, out of nowhere from that Gominji:
"Hey."
She grinned. Creepily.
Like she'd thought of something really twisted.
"I just had a fucking brilliant idea."
"Looks like a terrible one, but hit me."
"You're building that Namdong something industrial complex in Incheon, right?"
"Yeah?"
She hopped up from her seat and closed in.
"I'm moving in there. Or the artificial island, whatever."
"???"
"Militaris Incheon branch."
"...Isn't there already an Incheon branch?"
"We move it."
"What the—"
Sure, a collaboration office or new building was doable, but for royalty like Gominji to plant herself there? It'd need massive scale. That's worlds apart from slapping down an extra office. And moving a whole branch just to fuck more? Insane. But classic Gominji—kinda made sense, yet still absurd.
"You think your mom'll approve?"
"... "
"She'll tell you to cut the bullshit."
"... "
Gominji shut her mouth. She knew it too. No way it'd fly.
"...So what now?"
"What do you mean? We just meet up like this sometimes."
"Oh yeah? Must be nice for you. Pussy galore. You won't even miss me."
"Come on... I'll make time to visit later."
"Like you have spare time, asshole."
"Meeting too much kills the spark anyway. Gotta keep some distance, meet just right—keeps the feelings fresh. Sex too."
"Bullshit."
She flipped me off and headed for the door. Good thing she didn't seem too hurt. She knew it too—no solution.
She was busy as hell anyway. What could we do?
"When you come see me later, you're getting fucked raw. Gonna suck the marrow outta your bones."
"Scary..."
Gominji left first. I waited a bit, then headed out to find Im Sua and the others.
Goyeongman stared at a single document for a long while, deep in thought. A share transfer agreement for 1% of Prestige. Just process it through the steps, and he'd own 1% of Prestige—the Goryeo Group's holding company. In other words, 1% of Goryeo Group itself, which was damn near 1% of most of Asia.
"Not sure if I should give this to that rascal."
The "rascal" was Gomuyeol. He'd divvied shares to the other family members ages ago, but Mu-yeol? The kid had been such a mess, no way. Figured he'd shape up eventually, but after a couple years of waiting, he'd caved and booted him out with a 100 billion cash company. Then boom—the guy turns over a new leaf, hyperactive and polite. Even bowed properly every time they met. Word was his manners were impeccable now.
"Seems like he's got his head on straight now, so he should take his place... "
"Still not satisfied with the young master, sir?"
Goyeongman slowly shook his head at the chief secretary's question.
"How could I not be? He's giving it his all."
"I agree."
"Hard not to be pleased with that effort."
"Then why...?"
Goyeongman sighed.
"Humans are sneaky creatures. Even the most diligent, hardworking ones—"
He flapped the document.
"—hand 'em something like this, and they go off the rails."
"... "
It wasn't that he didn't want to give it. Hell, considering Mu-yeol was an orphan, he'd gladly throw in his parents' share too. But if it ruined the boy, what was the point?
"When I was a kid, I had this game I loved. Tough and fun—matching items just right was the best part."
"... "
"There was this sword I really wanted. Stayed up nights grinding for it."
Goyeongman reminisced, a rare smile lingering on his lips.
"Tough, but those days flew by. Then one day, some vet passes by, says he's quitting, and just hands me that sword I'd craved."
"... "
"With game cash and top gear too... Suddenly, I'm fully kitted in graduation gear. Guess what I did next?"
The chief secretary bowed, knowing the answer.
"Quit the next day."
"... "
"The game I'd poured my heart into, stayed up for—that sword I'd dreamed of. Got it, and done."
Goyeongman set the document down.
"Scared it'll do the same to him. Kid's just starting to tinker with billions and having fun—hand him this, and reality crashes in."
"I understand your concern, Chairman."
"Sigh... But he's the only direct family without a stake here. That's no good either."
"... "
Gomuyeol was the sole direct kin without affiliate shares. Sure, he seemed fine now, but who knew the quiet resentment? That's why he always asked: anything you want? But Mu-yeol always talked about building his own business. Admirable, but it weighed on grandpa's heart. Wanted him to grow more, but also to give him everything. What to do?
Goyeongman pondered long after. As the event neared, he checked the time and finally decided.
"Fine. He wants to do it himself—gotta respect that as his grandpa."
He tucked the transfer agreement neatly into his briefcase, locked it in the drawer.