New Year's: Just One Factory?
One might say "New Year's gift: just a single factory?" but that's only if it's a small-scale operation. A factory of sufficient size is worth more than inheriting an entire company. Especially when it involves cutting-edge tech and processes—the value skyrockets. Depending on the scale, a mega-factory can run tens or even hundreds of trillions. And as Grandfather said, building one is a nightmare in itself. From site selection to approvals and inspections, years fly by just on paperwork. Then, when you actually start construction, environmental regs, local complaints, endless checks from every angle—stress levels are off the charts. Screw up, and a decade could vanish on one factory.
Of course, if it drags that long, I'd just bulldoze through with force...
Point is, a factory ain't "just one." Sure, a mom-and-pop workshop might be chump change, but you think Grandfather's handing out pocket lint in front of the family? It's gotta be big enough to brag about, that's why it's on blatant display.
"It's less than a year old since completion. Fully modularized, so relocating it won't be an issue."
"Thank you, Grandfather!"
"You rascal."
I bowed deeply again, and he chuckled indulgently. Looked like he was healing the stress from Go Min-young and Go Ha-young through me.
"What the hell~? Stealing my timing like that? I said I'd give first!"
"Ma! Who's stealing what timing? You didn't give it sooner, and now you blame me? Could've handed it over when you had time instead of wasting it fighting. Tsk tsk tsk."
"Daddy, I was waiting!"
"Yeah, right. You vixens."
? What the fuck is this?
While I was lost in the convo, Go Ha-young shot Grandfather a sultry glare, then smiled at me again.
"Our nephew's been living so commendably, so with New Year's here, I figured we'd each give a little gift. Depending on the mood. But this guy jumps the gun. If you're giving, build the vibe together and do it all at once. What a mess."
"Gasp."
Wha—passing me around as a gift??
My dick sprang right up at the unexpected twist. Grandfather (Goryeo Group chairman) and aunts (Goryeo Group vice presidents) gifting me...! What insane shit were they dropping...!
"Don't get your hopes too high, though. Just modest stuff."
No, "modest" is relative, right? Modest to you might be mind-blowing to me.
"Saw you're mostly hanging at the artificial island?"
"Ah, yeah. Best utility all around."
"Artificial islands are nice~ but so huge, how do you even travel~?"
She slyly eyed Go Min-young. Who glared back. Up close, she really evoked Go Min-ji and Go Ha-yan.
"Sometimes you need leisurely trips, but islands are too slow. Clunky."
One of her secretaries approached with a slim pad. Hologram popped up on grab. Clearly 1/several-hundred scale, but the sheer size was nuts.
"This is..."
"Yacht I ordered three years back, fresh off delivery last month."
Not just any yacht. A super yacht slapping mega-cruise ships in the face. Specs said 299 meters long. What, an aircraft carrier?
"Was gonna give to my daughter, but nephew, you take it."
"Pardon???"
Can I even accept that? Meant for her daughter...
Glanced at Go Ha-yan; she nodded blankly. Didn't care.
"Th-thank you, Aunt Ha-young!"
"Sure thing~ sure~."
"Why give useless crap to a kid who wants to do business?"
Grandfather didn't seem thrilled with her gift.
"Oh? What do you mean? How's this useless?"
"Give something productive. Still don't know his personality?"
"What nonsense. Think Mu-yeol only works? He can play anytime. Makes time."
They started bickering. Grandfather with the factory, Ha-young aunt with the yacht. Clashing philosophies—but both gifts were gold; wish they'd quit fighting.
While Grandfather and Ha-young aunt squabbled, Go Seon-ah wordlessly chucked something at me and returned to her seat.
"Ah... th-thank you!"
"..."
No explanation, but it was a hefty stack of docs. She sat and spoke.
"Seemed like you like land. Threw in some I had in Incheon."
"!!"
Go Seon-ah's Incheon land? Heavy as hell... This was no joke.
"Thank you, Aunt!"
She nodded, face flat as ever.
Gotta check it out, but... Grandfather's factory, Ha-young aunt's super yacht, Seon-ah aunt's fat land deeds.
Just these eclipse everything I've built so far. Hell, the yacht alone probably costs more?
This... is chaebol New Year's money...?
Mind-blowing. And I hadn't even bowed for sebae yet.
+++
Meal wrapped, official schedule done. Naturally, I grabbed a room with Go Min-young. Go Min-ji gave sneaky hints, but with Min-young's eyes blazing, picking her was tough.
Squelch.
"Ahht! Aaah...!"
I slammed my dick full-force between her spread legs. Go Min-young wailed, wrapping legs and arms around me.
"Hauk! Aaang!"
Rock-hard, I ravaged her like a beast. Buried my face in her lush tits, inhaling deep as I rocked my hips—she moaned in heat.
"More...! Feels harder...! Aaang!"
"'Cause Min-young's even sexier."
"Really...?"
Praised her nonstop while pounding relentlessly; she was in heaven.
"Not... 'cause of the gift...?"
"I look that shallow?"
"Eung~. Who knows~?"
"Just love your pussy, Min-young. Gotta prove it clearer."
"Clearer?"
Flipped her sideways, thrust back in.
"Ahhk!"
Angle changed—grip, texture shifted. Tighter squeeze. Felt different for her too.
"Ahhk! Aaang!"
Side-fucked her with wet slaps, smacked her ass cheek. Full whacks risked premature, but these teasing spanks? She loved 'em.
"This flavor gets me raging hard and pounding—still don't get it?"
"D-don't knooow~! More, pound harder—!"
"Jeez."
Go Min-young grabbed one ass cheek, spread it. Signal for rougher, wilder.
Eyed the exposed junction, shoved in hard. Squelching deep, her walls clung deliciously.
"Haaaang!"
Her reaction was fire. Eyes rolled near blackout, gasping moans. Just watching made me wanna blow.
Who else gets paid this premium?
We fuck 'cause we love it—not really "paid," but figuratively? No one tops it. Mu-yeol Land alone from her—what's that worth? Artificial island tenth the size of Incheon. She could stop there for life, but tossed in Baekseol's custom gear and fighter jet free, plus today's gift: whole Shinmirae Daily, my go-to paper.
Media outlets ain't like regular firms—tons of laws, regs. She bulldozed 'em, handed it over naked. Not just cash; prep time massive. Maybe her pull promoted my pussy Seo Hyun-ju too.
Could slack off, fuck forever, hit top-10 richest easy.
No joke, dead serious. Lay all aunts, dick 'em down—wealth piles in billions easy.
"Min-young, gonna cum."
"Eung! Cum! Fill meee!"
Face flushed wild, she begged. Savoring her rare slut-face, I buried deep and unloaded.
Felt like I owned the world.