New Year's Unlimited Card??
“...!”
Go Ha-young, Go Ha-yan's mom, was filthy rich. She ran the financial side of Goryeo Group, after all. And as her daughter—who also sat on the board of Goryeo Card—Go Ha-yan had to be swimming in cash too. She probably wouldn't bat an eye if I swiped a few trillion won here and there.
Truly unlimited, no bullshit...
Who knew a little plastic card could sparkle like this?
“No limit? Hey! I need to assemble another carrier strike group anyway—let's just charge a battleship on it.”
“Pardon?”
Go Ha-yan shot Go Min-ji a glare, her eyes narrowing into slits at the words.
“Why the death stare? You said it's unlimited.”
“...It's not for you to use?”
“You think I don't get that? That's why I'm asking Mu-yeol to buy it for me. With your card. Ten trillion should cover it.”
“...”
Go Ha-yan let out a scoff of utter disbelief.
“...Leeching off your little brother now, huh. I knew you were trashy, but shameless too?”
“Heyyy, who's calling who trashy~? The bitch who thinks money buys everything. You just tried to buy Mu-yeol with cash, you filthy slut. Gifts are just gifts—don't act like your ulterior motives aren't screaming at us.”
“Hah... I never thought I'd live to hear you call me trashy. And ulterior motives? What the hell are you imagining?”
Aaah. Here they go again. Put these two together, and they brawl nonstop.
“Thanks, sis. I'll use it sparingly, only when I really need to.”
Go Ha-yan glared at Go Min-ji one last time, then sighed.
“...Just don't waste it on that psycho bitch. Spend freely otherwise—no need to hold back.”
“Look at you, all prim and proper on the outside but with a mouth like a sewer.”
Go Min-ji smirked leisurely, then suddenly stood, grabbing my collar.
“I'll give you mine too—come on.”
“Where to?”
“It's a private gift, remember? You two behave and sip your coffee.”
“Wait, we haven't even seen what Seon-yul sis gave yet?”
As I said that, Go Seon-yul tossed out a casual reply without looking up from her phone.
“It's fine. Open it at home.”
“Ah... okay. Thanks anyway.”
“I said it's fine. Hurry back.”
Leaving a sulky Go Ha-yan behind, I got dragged off.
Go Min-ji shoved me into the side room off the bedroom.
“Ugh~. One guy around and they all go into heat.”
“...Heat? Isn't that you, sis?”
“What're you on about~. You think I'd give you this~?”
She grinned mischievously and closed in. No way her “gift” was some “Ta-da~ Delicious pussy~♥” bullshit, right? I wasn't dying for a present, but if it was, that'd be lame as hell.
“My gift's already headed to your artificial island~, so whip out that dick. Let's get this over with quick.”
“Hah. You are in heat. Unreal.”
I pulled out my cock anyway.
“You were the one snapping pics earlier, right?”
Go Min-ji fiddled with it playfully.
“What pics?”
“When I was showering. You took a shot and bolted—I heard you.”
“The fuck you talking about? Who'd take pics of your dick?”
She swallowed it whole, not even fully hard yet, slurping back and forth like a champ.
“No? I swear I heard the shutter click.”
She sucked silently until it stood rock-hard, then spat it out.
“You must've misheard, punk.”
She smacked her lips, stood, and dropped her pants.
“I've got tons of your dick pics already.”
“...”
What the hell? If it wasn't her, then it had to be Go Ha-yan or Go Seon-yul?
The secretaries who came in to move the bed—Min-ji probably saw them... Did I really imagine it??
I nudged Go Min-ji away just as she was about to mount me and cracked the door open carefully.
“Hey, what're you doing?”
“One sec.”
I peeked out. Go Ha-yan and Go Seon-yul were staring at their phone and book, no chit-chat between them. Both looked so prim and ladylike.
No way... Nah.
“Anyone lurking around the bathroom?”
“How should I know? You think I was watching that?”
“...”
What the actual fuck.
+++
We had a scorching weekend. Fucked Go Min-ji on the sly during the sisters' bonding sesh, played it cool over meals. At night, we toured the banquet halls together. Back in the room, we cracked open snacks.
Even Go Min-ji and Go Ha-yan, who always clashed hard, toned it down with me around—no massive blowups.
Sleeping with all four? Nah. They scattered to their rooms, and Min-ji and I snuck a fuckfest. Pounded away, crashed cuddling, woke up and went at it again.
We lounged lazily till evening, when the full family reconvened for dinner. Last day of events, so we dragged it out—but by meal's end, it was nearly 10 PM.
After that... well, naturally, I grabbed a room with Go Min-young and fucked like animals.
Thus, Monday, January 4th. The endless New Year's gathering—felt like two weeks—finally wrapped.
Parting was pretty dry. Our relationships weren't fully out yet, so they played it cautious.
“Whoa, all this... is gifts?”
In the AV, Sua, Baekseol, and the secretary chiefs gushed nonstop.
Sorting gifts from Grandpa, aunts, sisters, plus random swag from banquet hall schmoozing—every single one was absurdly massive.
Especially the family hauls. Beyond imagination.
“This one's from the news—a factory that leveled a whole Pyongyang satellite city. Single largest factory and R&D complex on the peninsula.”
“All these docs combined? Nearly a tenth of Songdo Future City.”
“The super yacht Master got? Seventeen trillion won just to build.”
“Shinmirae Daily's valuation—”
Thursday to today—mere four nights, five days. My net worth multiplied dozens-fold.
Excluding Mu-yeol Land and Ha-yan's card, obviously. Those are cheats. Can't even tally properly.
Just thinking about spending makes my head spin.
“That about it?”
“Y-yes... It's insane.”
“That one on the right?”
“Yeah, from the banquet hall.”
“Hand it over.”
Too many, too chaotic—I'd barely glanced. But the secretaries' list? This shit's huge too. And we're not even done—still sorting.
“Sell it all for cash. New Year's bonus dump.”
“Gasp. Y-yes, sir.”
Sua took it politely.
Got it, so spread it.
Family treats me like a beggar... but I'm a legit CEO with corps under me. Several!
New Year's excuse? Perfect to splash on loyal secretaries, jotjip, staff who've backed me.
Let's see... Goryeo Entertainment alone's got like a thousand idols... Secretaries hit a hundred. Jotjip and broader ones separate... Shinmirae too...
Two, three trillion should cover a nice spread.
Wait, no—can't just do staff and secretaries.
Forgot future investments. Namdong police, prosecutors, councilors like Kim Eun-ji—gotta hook 'em.
Can't rely on Goryeo name alone. Make 'em know I'm the boss. Means I spread the cash.
That way, they obey when shit hits.
Like Grandpa's mega-events flexing influence—I gotta do the same in my turf.
...Splash across all Incheon.
Not literally every soul, obviously.
“Once back, prep an event. Mayor, district heads, councilors—no party lines. Police HQ brass, chiefs, prosecutors, courts... Everyone. Deputy director up.”
“Uh... That scale? Tough in one or two months, Master.”
“One month max. Before February. Venue... Aunt's super yacht. Due soon?”
“Y-yes... Docking at Mu-yeol Land in three days...”
Sua and the chiefs' faces drained to ashen. Herculean task, apparently.
Even I think it's nuts, but oh well. Grind time.
“Hit up Militaris—ask for rentable warships, troops that day. Grab what you can. That air battleship over Namdong Complex before? See if we can borrow it. If they need funds,”
I flashed Ha-yan's card.
“Pay with this.”
“Understood.”
Hesitation like “too guilty to spend”? Not me. If I waver, it's exposure risk.
But this is legit business. No shame.
She gave it to spend—might as well.