What Happened on the Yacht (2)
An outrageous little devil had made her entrance. And at the most unexpected moment…!
"What the hell, sis…?"
"What do you mean 'what'? I'm here to teach a lesson to you cocky little shit~."
Gominji strode toward us, staring down the two of us in stunned silence. Her eyes scanned me and Gohayan from head to toe—but she lingered especially on Gohayan.
"Pfft!"
"…."
Then she burst out laughing. A mocking sneer as she pointed right at Gohayan.
"In this freezing winter… damn. You can actually wear that?"
"…Shut up."
Gohayan's face flushed red, like she'd come face-to-face with her mortal enemy. She crossed her arms, trying to subtly cover her exposed skin. Not that it did much good—the outfit was so revealing, and her chest was so huge, it was pointless anyway.
"No, seriously, what the hell are you wearing to come see your little brother??"
Hmm. Hard to argue with that. Especially since Gohayan's current getup… well, it was something even tough to pull off in the height of summer.
It was straight-up a dress you'd see at some fancy social gala. But Gohayan stayed surprisingly composed despite the jab. She couldn't hide her flushed cheeks, but in front of Gominji, she wasn't about to show any weakness.
"I'm just dressed to match the dress code."
"Oh, really? Here I thought you'd gone into heat just to see your little bro~."
"Heat? Hah, and what about you? What's with that outfit? You're no commoner."
"What kind of discriminatory bullshit is that? In our democratic Republic of Korea, guardian of equality and freedom. Looks like you're the real bigot here. I'm telling you, you're the worst."
"Better than something as tacky as what you're wearing."
Gominji laughed and raised her hand. Middle finger sticking straight up—her signature fuck-you.
"That's all you've got? You always end up like this. If you've got nothing else to say, fuck off. Come back later or whatever. We've got business to discuss. Unlike with you."
"Business?"
Gominji leaned in close to Gohayan, trailing a finger down her cleavage. Gohayan flinched but held her ground—backing off would mean defeat.
"You're saying you're having a business meeting in that~?"
"I said it's the dress code, didn't I?"
"More like fuck-me code?"
"Hah…."
Gohayan suddenly grabbed Gominji's hand. Hard enough to make Gominji's eyes narrow for a split second.
"Cut it out."
"What needs cutting out is your horniness~. You're reeking of slut. Did you even shower~?"
Time for me to step in. If these two really got into it here, it'd be total chaos.
"Uh… calm down, both of you. Come inside first."
"You're gonna let her in?"
Gohayan shot me a glare, all prickly. What could I do? I couldn't just chase Gominji off. Who knew what crazy shit she'd pull? She wasn't the type to back down quietly.
"I don't give a fuck about your permission anyway~."
Gominji shook off Gohayan's hand and marched toward the yacht. Her secretaries hurried after her, bowing repeatedly to me and Gohayan.
"Hah…."
Gohayan swallowed her rage, face burning, and chased after Gominji.
Great. This 2-night, 3-day trip was gonna be mentally exhausting.
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"Whoa~ nicer than I thought. Maybe I should tune up an aircraft carrier sometime. Deck it out like this inside."
"You should just scrap it."
"That thing costs a fortune."
"Chump change, and you're calling it expensive? What about our family's reputation."
Of course, even inside, they kept bickering nonstop. No time for admiring the place.
My first yacht experience….
I'd vaguely imagined wandering around intimately with Gohayan, chatting about the views, sharing a meal when the mood hit just right, mixing in some business talk, grabbing coffee together as the intimacy built… until our faces were inches apart.
Fuck you, Gominji.
That tomboy had crashed the party and ruined every plan. No way she knew about my meetup with Gohayan and barged in on purpose, right?
"Hey, they got cannons on here?"
"Of course not."
"Then what if pirates show up?"
"Hah…."
Gohayan just shook her head at the endless complaints.
But damn, they stick close while arguing.
I'd been a little worried watching them go at it before, but blood was thicker than water—they weren't really at each other's throats. More like rowdy friends who scrapped every time they met.
This level? I could just sit back and watch the fireworks.
"Haa… hey, go play somewhere else. We need to talk business. Fuck off."
"Ooh, 'fuck off'? Such harsh words~. You look so we~a~k that way~."
Crack!
"Ow! You fucking bitch! Did you just flick me?"
"Just gave a mental toddler a knuckle rap. What's wrong, sore spot?"
"Y-you, with no dad, acting all high and mighty!"
"Neither do you."
Riiip!
"Kyaa! Y-you…! Do you know how expensive this is?!"
"Aircraft carriers are chump change, but this is expensive?"
"It's limited edition!!"
"Everything about an aircraft carrier is limited edition, you bitch!"
Oh shit. Why escalate? No violence, please.
Riiip!
"Eek…! Mu-yeol's right here…! M-my tits are showing!!"
"Jealous? Rip yours off too~ Padding won't rip easy though~."
"Oh yeah?"
"Ack…?! Aaaah?! You fucking cuuuunt!!!!"
It started when Gohayan knuckle-rapped Gominji (a bit too hard for a flick). Things spiraled out of control in seconds. Enraged, Gominji grabbed and tore Gohayan's dress. Gohayan, pissed, yanked at Gominji's padding—but it held, so she went for the hair. Gominji grabbed back.
Suddenly, right in front of me: a full-on catfight, hair-pulling straight out of a movie.
No clue how to break it up.
Still… I've manhandled Gominji plenty….
I slipped behind Gominji and wedged my hands under her armpits, yanking her back.
"Stop it, both of you! Everyone's watching!"
"Eek! Let go! I said don't interfereee!"
"Mu-yeol, stay out!! I'm fixing this mangy bitch's attitude today!!"
No calming down. They'd fight till one dropped at this rate.
Fine. Time for the kill shot.
Gominji's pussy was her weak spot….
Pretending to restrain her, I slid my hand down, rubbing her crotch. Her tight leggings made it easy—no panties in the way, despite the padding jacket.
"Hng-?!"
My finger plunged in. She stumbled.
"Wh-what the fu—are you—"
"Calm down, both of you~!"
"Gominji, you're dead today."
"W-wait! Hold ooon!"
Even now, she was wet. Not soaked, but enough to dampen the leggings and slick my fingers.
Squeeze. Thrust.
"Haht-!"
Gominji hunched over, her grip on Gohayan's hair trembling. Still holding, but she'd collapse soon.
"Sis, come on, stop?"
"Hyuk…! G-Go… Mu-yeol, you…!!"
I finger-fucked her pussy through the leggings, using my free hand to pry Gohayan's arm off gently—no attacks, just separation.
"Hayan sis, chill. Everyone's staring."
"Ugh…!"
As Gominji's assault weakened, Gohayan calmed too. Finally, they broke apart. I released Gominji, wiping the evidence on her ass.
"You…!"
"What."
"Fucking… cuuuunt bastard."
Gominji glared daggers, pressing her short padding down to hide her crotch.
Hmm. After fingering her sopping pussy, the leggings were drenched. Obvious from the front. Gohayan was too riled to notice.
"Haa, haa."
Gohayan, a mess, glared at Gominji, fixed her slipping dress, bit her lip, and stormed off.
"Bring my clothes!!"
"Y-yes, miss!"
Her secretaries, who'd been fidgeting, scrambled at her sharp order.
"Fucking bitch, ugh."
Gominji stormed off too, not forgetting a final glare at me. The pussy-thrusting had rattled her good.
The spot they left? Dead silent, like a bomb had gone off. Omen of trials ahead.
"Sua."
"Yes… Master."
"Gimme a smoke."
Sua lit one and put it in my mouth. I inhaled deep, exhaled slow.
Fuu….
"This ain't easy."