New Year's Dawn Passion and the Chairman's Go Debut

It was the New Year's briefing, running from the night of December 31st straight through until dawn on January 1st. After my presentation and everyone else's, plus all the subsequent events, it was around 4 a.m. But that didn't wrap things up completely—this was a massive affair packed with schedules all the way through Friday the 1st, Saturday, and Sunday.

Normally, you'd head back, crash out, sleep in late afternoon, and jump back into the itinerary. That would've been ideal. But this moment felt too precious to waste. When would the whole family gather like this again? Grandpa and everyone else seemed to agree, because once the formal events ended, the owner family split off privately. We pulled up some tables, sat around, grabbed light bites, chatted, exchanged New Year's greetings, and around 6 a.m., parted ways with promises to reconvene that afternoon.

Was it because it was New Year's? Despite pulling an all-nighter, I didn't feel exhausted at all. If anything, I felt awakened. And it wasn't just me—everyone's eyes gleamed with intensity, like sleep was the last thing on their minds. And in moments like this... 'Sex.'

Gominji had retired early over her lame pussy issue, but I still had Gomin Young. And she'd been giving me blatant hints since earlier, her eyes screaming, 'Tonight's mine.'

"You're a busy one."

Of course, I was down for it. A body as hot as Gomin Young's was always welcome. Plus, we'd been in the middle of some intense fucking when a major incident blew up, forcing us apart. The lingering regret and longing hit different.

'Thinking about it, Shanghai wrapping up that neatly was a blessing in disguise.' I'd braced for something cataclysmic, but Li Wei went full throttle, aggroed everything, and self-destructed, letting it end on a high note. Sure, "high note"—Shanghai's now forking over even bigger tributes to Goryeo Group yearly, effectively killing their growth engine.

"Hey, we gotta finish what we started before, right?"

I met Gomin Young in secret, away from prying eyes. Her room would've worked fine, but sneaking around like this added a thrilling edge. You never knew who might show—grab any empty room, lock the door, and stare each other down with raw heat.

Gominji had wanted something like this with me, but things had twisted in a weird way.

"Min Young."

"♥."

Gomin Young greeted me by grabbing my cock with fiery eyes, stroking it hungrily before stripping us both in frantic motions. Her desperate, put it in now face had me rock hard instantly. I laid her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the bed and thrust right in.

"Ha-euk!"

She went wild. Savoring my cock after so long, her whole body writhed in rhythm, her usually icy face flushed with ecstasy and depravity.

'Sleep's a luxury, huh?' Next event at 1 p.m.—barely over six hours if I crashed now, but sex plus sleep? Tough. Maybe a 30-minute nap at best.

So, 'All in on sex.'

Puuk.

"Ah-heuk!"

Gomin Young probably thought the same. Burn through the night and morning with me.

"Min Young, spread your legs wider. Let me go deeper."

"Ah-eung... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠♥."

I pounded her rough to satisfy her fully. She panted nonstop, body thrashing helplessly, spilling lewd moans from those small, plump lips every thrust.

Bzzzt.

A text came in mid-fuck. Glanced over—Gominji's. Guess her lame pussy still wanted in, but prior engagement made it impossible. Unless she burst through the door.

I ignored it, focusing on Gomin Young. Her scorching flesh felt like it'd melt my cock.

+++

We burned it all up. Short hours, but our desperation made it a storm—drained every drop.

Gomin Young passed out in a debauched, cum-soaked mess. Clock read around 12:17 p.m. Time to bolt.

No proper sleep, and now no lunch either. But skipping a meal wouldn't kill me—grab something during the event.

"Wake up, Min Young."

I shook her gently, careful of the cum stains. She blinked awake groggily, then smashed a kiss on me. Morning (sorta) kiss. My restraint snapped for a second—nearly groped her tits and dove between her legs—but I held back.

"...Time to head out."

"...Too short."

She grumbled, kissing me again. Tongues tangled deep, devouring each other. About five minutes of that. Now we really had to prep.

We stripped remnants and hit the bathroom together. I washed her; she washed me. Way more affectionate than secretaries—love infused every touch. Inevitably, I got hard again...

"..."

"..."

Eyes met. Inevitably(?), we ravished each other, cock slipping into pussy "by accident(?)."

Out of the shower at 1:01 p.m.

"Ah... we're late..."

"...It's fine. This much? Do you know who I am?"

Trusting her, I threw on clothes and headed to the venue with her. No separate paths or staggered departures—time was too tight. Just say we bumped into each other out front...

"Hello, Go players across the nation. The grand new chapter of the Go League, Korea's pride in history and tradition, broadcasts live right now. I'm your host, Jin Hyeong-woo."

"And Shin Nari here~."

The 1 p.m. slot: Chairman's Go League debut, doubling as the 2077 Go League Round 1 special matchup.

Go on New Year's Day? Seemed odd, but apparently a deep-rooted tradition kicking off the year.

"What, you two together?"

"Ran into each other up front."

"Ran into each other?"

Arriving with Gomin Young drew family stares. Gominji especially smirked like she knew, texting, 'Good eats?' I ignored and flipped her off with .

'Good, hasn't started yet.' Not super late, and the match had a slight delay—no scolding.

"The highly anticipated first match of the 2077 Korean Go League features the man who shocked and awed everyone last year."

"Who is he?"

"You see a ton of people seated here, that majestic building over there. Sharp-eyed viewers probably clocked it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠already."

Commentators yapped away, padding with fluff about surroundings. Simple reason: in front of Grandpa. Opponent hadn't arrived.

'Daring to be late against Grandpa? Ballsy.' Rules: 30-min tardy = auto-loss. Now 1:27 p.m.—three minutes to forfeiture, Grandpa's first win.

But he wouldn't like that. Grandpa's face soured.

'His league debut ending like this...' Hurry up, dude. Who are you? Why late? You crashed here last night.

Grandpa's Go obsession—he probably invited the opponent to Taeyang Palace ahead. Commentators and crew got the same treatment. But key player late...

'29 minutes. One left...'

Commentators resigned, prepping to wrap.

Exchanging those texts, suddenly—

"S-sorry I'm laaate!!"

Opponent arrived. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Unwashed, dazed eyes, messy hair—strutted before thousands.

Expected Grandpa's rage, but he sighed in relief, waving him over. Opponent bowed 90 degrees at the board; Grandpa patted his shoulder, said it was fine, pointed to sit.

'Dead serious about Go.' Showed Grandpa's passion and sincerity.