Chapter 219
The average game time in the current Korean Go League was about 5 hours and 18 minutes. Each player got 2 hours, plus three 1-minute byoyomi periods, so if they dragged it out on purpose, it could stretch to 5, 6 hours—no end in sight.
Even at an average pace, today's match would blow past 5 hours easy. If it stayed neck-and-neck, it might drag on for a full 7. Gominji didn't have the mental fortitude to endure that boredom. She'd nearly died of it before, probably.
After a dopamine binge pirating the Pacific, now stuck watching the most tedious Go broadcast... tsk tsk tsk.
Probably no different today. Right before, she'd been fucking Gominyoung and crashed, but before that, I'd pounded her senseless. The padding, the bed, everything in the room soaked through—had to have been pure ecstasy.
Back at the villa, she ditched human hunting for nonstop sex. For Gominji, that's prime dopamine.
So yeah, she was dying today. Straight drop from dopamine party to zero-dopamine Go watching...
"Ji Sung-jun 3-dan takes black, and the game begins."
"Wow, it barely started on time. Any key points to watch today?"
"Gotta keep an eye on Goyeongman 1-dan, the talk of the town. He put on a hell of a show in that special exhibition against Jo Gi-han 9-dan."
"Yeees~. I remember him opening with 3-3 in the upper right from the start."
"Super defensive joseki, held off Jo Gi-han 9-dan—the top guy at breaking those—and turned it into an attack that crushed him."
"And it was a hoshi opening!"
"Yes! Unreal watching it live. Question is, can we see that magic again today?"
"Right on cue—Ji Sung-jun 3-dan plays the hoshi in lower left, and Goyeongman 1-dan hits upper right 3-3 again."
"Usually changes based on color, right? But he's sticking to upper right 3-3 regardless."
"Any difference this time?"
"Oh yeah. See, now—"
The match kicked off. Grandpa stared holes through the board with an expression more serious than death, holograms popping up everywhere in the air. Even his reverence came through—I was impressed.
At this level... maybe I should learn Go?
I only knew the rules, nothing about reading the board. Just surround enemy stones to capture—that's my limit. No way I'd call it a "match."
Hell, when I played Han Guk-young instructor for that master's board, he straight-up said to my face, "This ain't Go."
At my skill, playing Grandpa might give him a stroke.
Guy's that obsessed—he'd love anyone who can play. If I learn, he'll adore me more.
Already Go-mad enough for pro entry, and now his grandson visits regularly to play? He'd lose it.
Lemme check my schedule...
I pondered my free time. Shook my head and pinged Sua instead. Time's made when you need it—none is just an excuse. At my level, anyway.
While I'm texting... handle some work?
New Year's Day, January 1st. Lots to juggle.
Hyun-ju's getting promoted to section chief today.
Seo Hyun-ju, my trusty limb at Shinmirae Daily's social affairs team 1, stepping up to section chief.
Wreath's already sent...
Handled the big stuff when I heard. But she's my jotjip—gotta congratulate her personally.
Seo Hyun-ju, battle-hardened reporter, read the room quick.
Been too long since I devoured that sweet virgin-milf vibe.
Hyun-ju wasn't a virgin or a milf, but she was my first deflowering and gave off milf energy, so virgin-milf it was.
Drag her to the chief's office and...
Pound that perky ass doggy, spanking it red.
Fuck.
Horny thoughts got me hard.
"Ji Sung-jun 3-dan cuts!"
"Tricky spot, but he doesn't hesitate—cuts right in."
"Fight's on now?"
"Yep. Too much at stake to run; capturing the ko's the play."
"Yeees~ And white (Goyeongman) takes the ko."
"Ji Sung-jun 3-dan connects."
"Long sequence incoming."
Me, hard watching Go? Elite.
Gominji was already losing it. Ten, twenty minutes in?
She really hated it.
Gominji just laughed. Whole situation absurd.
Sigh.
Not entirely wrong. I'm doing it for affinity, but if she doesn't care... no point forcing.
What can Gominji do?
Glanced at Gominji—she was trembling, staring at her phone. Our eyes met; she flipped me off.
But twist: Gominyoung beside her saw, grabbed her middle finger, and mimed snapping it.
"??!!"
Gominji writhed in agony, clutching her wrist. But no scream—covered her mouth with the other hand. Key detail.
Me, the family—all nearly burst out laughing at the commotion. Everyone clamped mouths, heads down.
No reply—couldn't text.
Cracked up hard. Got to laugh my ass off.