New Year's Tense Family Feast
The clinking of cutlery echoed louder than it should have. No one was speaking, after all.
Throwing such a grand banquet and then holing up the owner family inside the palace like this. It felt oddly intriguing. I'd at least expected us to dine in the main hall, but they'd set up a completely isolated area just for the family, like we were in a separate dimension. The vibe was, eat here and only head out to mingle in the banquet hall if we felt like it later.
Like, 'We're different from you lot' or something? Classic owner family mindset—discrimination as the default.
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And amid all that, I learned one more thing. Without Grandfather, the atmosphere didn't just cool off—it froze solid. Sure, maybe everyone was just focused on eating after five-plus hours glued to that Go match. Watching something that intently drains your energy, especially when it's boring as hell. Just sitting there staring takes real stamina.
Plus, Go Min-young and I hadn't even had lunch. We were starving, so maybe that's why eyes were on the food. But even accounting for that, it was too quiet.
Were they unused to this? A family gathering without Grandfather?
And it feels like they're sneakily glancing my way too…
I could sense shallow stares prickling. Whenever I was eating, the air felt charged, but when I looked up, it vanished.
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Just my imagination? Since I knew these women would become my wives someday, maybe I was projecting—feeling eyes that weren't there.
But for imagination, it's awfully blatant.
Go Min-ji and Go Min-young went without saying. But even Go Ha-yan was shooting glances, and her mom, Go Ha-young, seemed fixated on me too.
Chaotic. Was this the weight I'd have to bear from now on? Like that saying: those who covet the crown must endure its burden.
Who knew Grandfather was the mood-maker?
Fine. Treat this as a preview of things to come. I'd face it eventually—might as well get used to it. Or I could take the reins myself.
But no time to strut right now. Better play it low-key.
Someone would break the ice eventually, I figured. But no one did, even as the meal wound down. Cognitive dissonance kicking in. Was this the same harmonious family from before??
What the hell. Just because Grandfather wasn't here, the difference was this stark…!
Do I really have to play the licorice role? But that felt overkill. Sure, I was banging Go Min-young, but there were hierarchies in a strict chaebol family, and as the youngest grandson, was it my place to mouth off? My cousins were silently chowing down—
"Come to think of it, nephew,"
"Guh?!"
—or so I was thinking when someone spoke up. Go Ha-young, Go Ha-yan's mom.
A chunk of steak lodged in my throat.
"Oh dear, I startled you too suddenly."
"Kuh, no, it's—"
First, down a glass of wine. Some insanely pricey vintage, gulped-gulped without savoring. The alcohol hit like a truck, head ringing.
"Drinking while the kid's eating? So tactless. You okay, Mu-yeol?"
Go Min-young, seated at the head in Grandfather's stead, leaned toward me with concern. A waiting secretary knelt by my side to check on me. Female, of course.
"Hah, I just called out to him. Didn't expect that."
"Always so thoughtless, as usual."
"Oh? Didn't expect that from you, sis? Aren't you the most oblivious of us all, Vice President Min-young?"
"What're you on about?"
"Noo~. You're the president of Militaris, aren't you, sis? You can't hold that seat without talent for ignoring people, right?"
"Dragging my title into this. I don't get why you're sniping. Hurt your feelings?"
"Sis, come on~. Hurt feelings? Something cocked up, that's all."
What the—why are they fighting, stop, it's scary—
"Ah… I'm fine. Just choked a bit."
"Eat slowly, nephew~."
"Y-yes…."
What the fuck. Wasn't this supposed to be a warm family? Did I misread them all along?? Or just theater for Grandfather?
"Sis, quit overreacting."
"…Overreacting?"
"You should've practiced caring about people more~. Now that you're trying, you're going overboard."
"…."
Go Min-young clinked her fork down sharply. Then fixed Go Ha-young with her signature icy glare—the real killing intent of Militaris' president, leagues beyond her look at Go Min-ji earlier. Chills for real.
But Go Ha-young wasn't backing down. She met that murderous gaze nonchalantly, all smiles.
Ah… no good. Staying here's gonna give me ulcers.
Finally relaxing, and now this out of nowhere. Was Grandfather the mood-setter and the restraint?
Time for the trump card.
Go Min-ji sat right beside me. True to her thug style, she ignored the shitshow and kept eating. Actually, all the daughters were quietly munching. Maybe not that serious?
Still, execute the plan. Pretending to cut steak, I nudged the wine glass. The recently refilled wine splashed sideways.
"Ah, fuck!"
Go Min-ji shot up, soaked.
"Whoa. Sorry, sis. My bad."
I feigned shock, dabbing her with tissues. Secretaries rushed over, but she waved them off—'Nah, nah, don't touch.'
We exchanged glances.
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I subtly splashed some on my own clothes too.
"You okay? Not hurt?"
"Ahh. Be more careful~. Kids these days."
Worried eyes from Go Min-young, light nasal tone from Go Ha-young.
"I-I'm fine. My fault, clumsy me."
"It's okay, Mom."
I used the wet clothes excuse to hit the bathroom. Go Min-ji followed.
"You little shit~ Get your head straight♥. Know how much this outfit cost? And you spill on it~♥."
Her voice from behind was already slutty, bubbly with anticipation. Pussy probably drenched, voice dripping with it.
But I hadn't done this for that. Just wanted out of there.
No reply, ducked into a stall. As I shut the door, she jammed her hand to block it.
"Hah. Brat, what? Lure me here and—"
"Didn't lure you. Really spilled."
"Bullshit, you perv."
She forced the door open and slipped in. No big deal, so I didn't resist.
"Anyone could tell you knocked it on purpose, you sketchy fuck. Where's the lie?"
Thought you were eating steak, Min-ji? Watching me the whole time?
"Pussy-hungry and horny already♥."
Her hand shot to my crotch. Squish.
"?"
My not-yet-hard cock squished softly in her grip.
"What. Why isn't it hard."
"'Cause I'm not a constant-horndog perv like you, sis?"
"Fuck off."
She kneaded viciously, eyes blazing. Stimulation kicked in; it started stiffening slyly.
"Hurry and get it up. No time. Pound me in five, change, back out."
"Tight schedule."
Impatient, one hand jacking me, the other yanking panties down. Sticky strings bridged panties to pussy down her long legs.
"Hah, fuck. Why not hard yet. Premie bitch?"
"What’s that got to do with premature?"
Got me wanting it now. Grabbed her face for a kiss to stiffen fast.
"Mmph."
Kiss was cheat code for erection. Rock-hard in seconds, ready to plunge.
She guided expertly. Back to wall, legs spread, tip in. Then shoved my ass to hilt it.
"Ngh, ahhng…♥!"
Velvety walls gripped blissfully. Kiss-locked, pistoned wildly. Squish-squish, pussy clenched-released, gushing fluids nonstop. Her ragged breaths mixed with thick meaty scent—oddly addictive, not great but keeps you hooked.
Hugged tighter, focused ravaging.
"Hng♥ Ung♥."
Each slap amplified her moans. Wanted to fuck forever. But time was short. To dodge suspicion, creampie quick, clean up, return.
"Hup!"
Orgasm hit—instant unload. Embraced, inhaled her deeply, flooded depths.
No time for afterglow. Ten seconds of savoring, then pulled out. Schlorp.
"Haa."
"Shii… Fuck, wanna get pounded more♥."
"Later, later…."
"Later my ass,"
Blissed-out haze cleared; she grumbled, re-pantied. Scooped overflowing cum, smeared back into pussy, sealed with panties.
Whew, gonna feel gross…
Whatever, same here. Shoved my soaked cock into undies raw…. Smell's gonna be brutal.