Rival Aunts and the Factory Inheritance
I stopped by the nearby room for New Year's to change into the clothes the secretaries had prepared. Of course, with Gominji. The secretaries might wonder if they should stick around, but these girls know that if they ever breathe a single word about us anywhere, their lives are over. So they're usually safe to trust.
"You didn't do it because of the mood or something, did you?"
"Pardon?"
We were in the middle of sneaking glances at each other while changing when Gominji suddenly asked. I got the gist, but just to be sure, I played dumb.
"You fucking obviously spilled it on purpose. But you weren't trying to fuck me. Your dick was all limp, not even a twitch of a hard-on. So why'd you spill it, huh?"
"Oh, that."
"I thought about it, and you seemed like it was your first time in that kind of vibe. Couldn't handle it, so you bolted to the bathroom, right?"
"Yeah, pretty much. It definitely looked all harmonious when Grandpa was around."
Gominji cackled and sauntered over, flicking and rubbing my dick for no reason. I'd just creampied and pulled up my panties right after, so it was already damp, but her vigorous rubbing made it even stickier. Thanks a lot, you bitch.
"Just think of me and Gohayan."
"Ah."
"You do it every time, so no need to worry."
"I see."
I bought it immediately. Gominji and Gohayan, huh? So Gominyoung and Gohayoung were the grown-up versions of Gominji and Gohayan?
But even so, it feels kinda crossed? Like ambiguously swapped?
Gominji felt more like Gohayoung than Gominyoung, and Gohayan was the opposite, more like Gominyoung. What a confusing combo.
"Anyway, there's something even more important than that~."
"?"
"No point telling you. I'd just be losing out."
"What?"
What the hell? Tell me.
"You punk, getting all scared over something that's not even a dick. Fucking cute."
Gominji teased me, holding back some big secret. Unforgivable.
"What is it? Tell me. Come on, spill it!"
"Nah~ Don't wanna~."
She stuck out her tongue with a bleh and bolted out like she was fleeing. Goddamn it, that fiery bitch.
"What the hell's that more important thing? You bitch, you gotta tell me."
No choice but to grumble and follow her out.
The secretaries in front of the room bowed their heads when they saw me. Gominji was already way ahead.
"She's always doing whatever the fuck she wants."
Back at the dining room, the mood was still frigid. But after a few outbursts, even the thick ice had cracked—it wasn't as heavy as before. Gohayoung spoke up again.
"Nephew, heard you made some amazing jewelry?"
"Oh, yeah. Kinda happened by accident."
"My daughter was flaunting it around like a trophy."
"W-what do you mean, flaunting?"
Gohayan jumped in, startled, her face flushing red like wine.
"It was just pretty, so as a businesswoman, I wore it for work purposes."
"Oh~ Really now~?"
Gohayoung eyed her daughter like she didn't buy it one bit. Her fresh smile and jangling earrings suited her perfectly.
"What kind of business requires wearing it like that?"
"Well, she named the jewelry that stupid—"
Gohayan cut herself off, glancing at Gominji and Gominyoung. If it were just Gominji, she'd have ripped into the "dumbass name" or "shitty name," but with Gominyoung there, she held back.
"...The name was so half-assed, I wore it to discuss it. Names matter. No deeper meaning."
"Reaaally~?"
Gohayoung still looked skeptical, teasing her daughter with that playful gaze.
"Why's the name half-assed? You made it for me in the first place, right?"
Gominji jumped in. She set down her fork and knife, proudly pulling out the necklace nestled in her cleavage. All eyes snapped to it instantly.
Ugh. Her energy game's on point.
"Whoa, the big stone makes it even prettier, huh?"
Gohayoung's eyes widened as she stared, and Gominyoung gawked too. Gohayan frowned slightly, fiddling with the ring on her left ring finger. Go Seon-ah and Goseonyul, mother and daughter, seemed disinterested as always, but they were sneaking peeks.
Aggro's insane. Made it that way on purpose, though.
Top-tier performance. These weren't ordinary women—they'd seen and owned the finest luxuries. For it to grab their attention like this proved RK-77's quality.
At this rate, I could rake in cash even before RK-99. Wait, shit, does this mean I gotta make one for each? Gominyoung's eyes are getting dangerous.
Cough. Better whip up something for our Minyoung too, to avoid getting crushed under pussy.
"Our nephew made this himself? For real?"
"Uh... yeah. I've always been into tinkering with experiments."
"Hmm~ Is that so?"
"Yes..."
Gohayoung didn't seem convinced. No surprise there. Who'd believe a guy who was always popping pills suddenly whipped this up?
"Well~ Even if someone else made it, it'd be 'our nephew made it' anyway. Right?"
"..."
She thinks I stole it from some underling? More natural explanation.
"Done eating?"
As I fumbled for a response, Gominyoung smoothly intervened. Gohayoung kept her face turned my way but rolled her eyes toward Gominyoung.
"Shall we wrap up?"
"Sis, why do you keep cutting me off~?"
"When did I cut you off? I heard everything. Or are you saying silence counts as words?"
"Ugh~ Seriously."
Gohayoung shrugged.
"We really don't get along~."
"Agreed."
"Wanna spar after so long? Gotta break that hooked nose of yours."
"Your jaw'll spin first."
They rose with a chilling vibe. Even Gohayoung wasn't smiling anymore.
What the hell.
The turn was absurd.
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Gominyoung and Gohayoung nearly actually sparred. Happens sometimes, apparently. Thinking of Gominji and Gohayan made it believable enough.
"You old hags with your age piled up, what the hell you doing in front of the kid?!"
The legendary near-spar between Gominyoung and Gohayoung fizzled when Grandpa showed up midway. He'd heard and blew up.
Of course, the aunts weren't pushovers either.
"Dad, that bitch keeps picking fights. It's annoying."
"That bitch? Call her sis. Look at her mouthing off without respect."
"Respect? What's the age gap to play superior?"
"Shut your traps, you lot! I'm so embarrassed because of you girls!"
"What's embarrassing? Everyone grows up fighting."
"Dad's embarrassed of his daughters?!!"
Aigoo... Chaos.
Even a chaebol king can't handle this? Grandpa rubbed his face with both hands. He'd looked thrilled playing Go earlier, but now, dealing with his daughters' bickering, he seemed drained.
"Grandpa, eaten yet?"
I approached and asked. He looked touched for a sec, then pointed accusingly at his daughters, scolding them.
"See that, you bitches? These daughters don't give a damn if their dad's eaten or what's up. Only the grandson cares."
"You ditched us first to play Go, and now this?"
"Dad got words for us? Review's so important you bail on New Year's alone? We got plenty to say too."
"Dragging us busy folks to watch 5-6 hours of Go."
"Know how exhausting that was?"
Gominyoung and Gohayoung didn't yield an inch. Grandpa seemed deflated, shaking his head, clicking his tongue, and sitting down.
Secretaries lined up, setting the table one by one. We sat back down as they dispersed.
Before eating, Grandpa eyed the chief secretary. She approached me with an envelope of documents.
"This is...?"
"Mu-yeol, you, makin' jewelry this time?"
"Ah, yes. Precisely a new material, Grandpa."
I took it.
"Got a hobby for that?"
How'd he hear? Ears everywhere.
"Yes. I just... like mixing stuff."
"Figures. You've mixed plenty, huh? All sorts."
"..."
Grandpa said it outright. Probably referencing how I'd mixed drugs willy-nilly. Surprisingly, original Gomuyeol really did mix his own dope.
"Anyway, good you're trying. Man should challenge boldly."
"Haha."
"Building a new factory's a bitch. Tons to manage. Hiring's a pain too. No sharp minds left—everyone's complacent."
Grandpa pointed at the documents.
"All in there. Pyongyang site, so use as-is or rip it apart and move to that Namdong Industrial Complex or whatever. Up to you."
Whoa. A factory?
I shot up and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Grandpa!"