What Happened on the Yacht (3)
It was almost lunchtime by the time the three of us gathered again. Go Ha-yan, who had been flaunting her bold exposure and elegant vibe, showed up in a drab suit—drab only compared to her earlier look. Go Min-ji was in the same getup, but the subtle difference in her leggings' color suggested she'd changed. Suit pants, huh... what a shame. I couldn't help feeling a twinge of regret at Go Ha-yan's outfit.
Of course, I like pants too. Especially the kind that cling tight, showing off those long, slender legs in all their glory—sometimes hotter than bare skin. White slacks or deep blue skinnies hugging her ass and thighs? Perfection. But what Go Ha-yan had on didn't fit any of that. Just some baggy-bottomed, generic suit pants.
"Still not gone? Maybe start realizing you're the uninvited guest here."
Go Ha-yan picked a fight with Go Min-ji the second she arrived. Min-ji didn't back down, of course. She kicked things off with a casual middle finger, then fired back sharp.
"We're at sea, you dumb bitch."
"What about the AV? Ride that out. Or swim, whatever."
"Fuck off."
"...Fighting the moment you meet again?"
At least it hadn't turned physical yet. Small mercies—I wasn't sure I could stop them if it did. Unless I've fucked them both senseless and can touch them freely, this is gonna be tough. Fingers crossed that day came soon.
"Haa, we really need to get to work now. Don't interrupt."
"Do it. Who's stopping you? Suuure~."
Go Ha-yan called her out, and Min-ji just shrugged like what's the problem? before chomping a banana.
"From the start... mmph, the real meeting's with the staff anyway. You're just here for the credit."
"That's how you've been working? Explains the shitty performance."
"Who said my performance is shitty? My reviews are always top-tier."
"'Cause you're a Go. Who'd dare score us low?"
"You're contradicting yourself. Aware of that?"
"I'm talking actual results. I have eyes. No one sees any big wins from you at Militaris, right?"
Min-ji crunched the banana stub and flipped her off with her free hand. Same old Min-ji.
"Shall we eat first?"
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Luckily, after lunch, their bickering died down enough for us to get shit done. While Min-ji lounged around somewhere on the yacht, Ha-yan and I held a business meeting on RK-77, then casually sketched out the future around the new materials I'd produce next.
Of course, I left out RK-99. That's my nuke for the perfect moment—zero-point-one percent betrayal risk, tops. Pull it too soon, and we're fucked for real.
"So, prototype production done by February, ads shot, open in March?"
"Yeah. Oh, maybe a small event too. Can I borrow this yacht then?"
"This one?"
"Yep. Jewelry buyers are upper-class ladies. Need a spot to show it off. A month early would be ideal. My yacht's fine, but this one's way nicer."
She really liked it, huh? Proposing it right away like that.
A month before March should work. My event wraps before February, quick cleanup, hand it off to Ha-yan noona.
"Of course. Anytime."
It was hers anyway. How much would I even use it? Maybe toss some secretaries and pussy houses in for sex-and-booze parties when bored.
"Thanks."
Beep. Whirr. Door opened.
Min-ji strolled in, yawning hugely, hands jammed in her puffer jacket scratching her belly. Looked bored as hell.
"Fuck, this is boring."
"... "
"... "
She plopped down under everyone's stares.
"Nothing fun? It's huge but fuck-all to do."
"Go dive in the ocean or something."
Ha-yan snapped back instantly.
"Swim. Hell, go home while you're at it."
"Didn't ask you. Why so eager to ditch me? Plotting something weird?"
"What the hell."
"Shady as fuck. Treat your little bro like one, you slutty bitch."
Pot calling the kettle, Min-ji Min-ji... Who was the one with a wet pussy fighting earlier? Calling her slutty? Bet she crashed here today to get fucked. Revenge for the humiliation or some bullshit excuse.
Made Min-ji the sluttiest of all.
"Hah."
Ha-yan flinched, glanced at me, then rushed on.
"You've been weird since earlier! I'm here for work!"
"Yeeah, yeeah, repeating that unbelievable bullshit like a parrot. Whatever, got it."
"This bitch."
Ha-yan stood. Min-ji too, like what the fuck. Round two brewing.
"Hey, cut it out again."
I stood, grabbed their shoulders, pushed down. They sat, sorta... Exhausting.
"We've got three days, two nights. Get along, yeah?"
"How with this? Mu-yeol, watch out. Stupidity's contagious."
"Who should watch who? I've got shit to say too~. She's all prim on the outside, total vulgar slut inside. Don't be alone with her. Who knows what she'll do."
"Says the one projecting."
"Oho? No comeback now. Conscience kicking in on the lies?"
Ha-yan shut up. Stood and headbutted Min-ji instead. Déjà vu.
"Agh! You fucking cunt again!"
I'd sat them maybe ten seconds ago. Instant fight.
...Ha-yan the aggressor, huh? She started the hair-pulling last time too. Min-ji just trash-talks; no first punches.
"Gonna have to beat your skull in to fix that head, you whore."
"Try it."
While thinking, their scuffle escalated to full brawl. Hair-ripping to fists soon.
"Stop it, now!"
I jumped in. Ha-yan closer this time, so hugged her from behind, other hand shoving Min-ji away.
"Eek!"
Smack!
Crisp slap. Ha-yan's flailing palm clipped Min-ji's neck. Lucky miss on the cheek, puffer collar softened it. Still, Min-ji's eyes rolled back...
"Ca-calm down, both of you!"
Squish.
Mediating, I accidentally groped Ha-yan's tits. Huge handfuls like Min-ji's— that massive flesh from her revealing dress? All real.
Whoa. Tits. If not mid-fight, I'd have kneaded blissfully. Shame.
Squish.
Other hand on Min-ji's tits. Puffer dulled it, but faint thrill under palm.
This is sneakily...
"Stooop~."
Min-ji anytime; Ha-yan? Unknown. A bit more... grope? Tiny black impulse. Subtle, barely there.
Squish.
"...!"
"Y-you bitch...?!"
Kept tapping Min-ji's too. Puffer, adrenaline rush—probably clueless.
"Fighting like this'll ruin us for real~!"
Mainly mediating, zero-point-one percent pervy stamina war.
Finally, they separated somehow.
"... "
"... "
I exhaled, patted my chest, released Ha-yan.
"Why suck at getting along so bad? Be nice, or at least pretty with words if that's too hard."
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"... "
They stared silently.
"What?"
"You..."
Ha-yan fixed her messy clothes, subtly covering her chest.
"pervert?"
"Pardon?"