Around Chuseok
"Ahh~. Nice view."
After snagging the Go master's board, I stepped out onto the beach where the party was already in full swing. They had the EDM cranked up so loud it felt like the island might float away, with these lithe women shaking their bodies, bare legs flashing under short skirts. Just a quick glance had my cock twitching to attention.
"Sua, take the girls and grab the Go board and remains. Seol, help her out."
"Yes, Master."
"Understood, my lord."
Sua and Baekseol rounded up the pussy houses and headed for the AV. I savored the view of their asses for a bit, then stripped off my pants and strode into the heart of the party.
There was a DJ in the middle, cleavage spilling out damn near to her navel as she rode the rhythm. Obviously a woman, stunning face and killer body, but fucking the DJ mid-party felt off.
Save her for later... First things first...
I scanned the area.
"Everyone's a little short on sluttiness—about 2%."
I love long, sleek legs. Exaggerating a bit, I could probably cum just rubbing my cock between them. That's why I go for tall girls. Every woman here was showing off her legs—bare thighs everywhere, proportions and length just right. But that wasn't enough to satisfy me.
"Ah... Representative—huh??!"
A woman shaking her hips hard spotted me, greeted me, then freaked out when she finally noticed my cock. I pulled her into my arms and splashed water on her tits.
"Eek—!"
Her thin t-shirt soaked through, clinging to her body, flesh peeking tantalizingly. "Oh. No bra. Pass."
I grabbed a solid handful. That fantastically soft, squishy feel filled my palm.
"Ahhng!"
I wedged my cock between her thighs and matched the rhythm with her, thrusting roughly to the beat. The girls around us burst out laughing at the sight, but I didn't give a shit.
"Everyone, flash those tits!"
I sprayed water everywhere. The women squealed and giggled hysterically.
Today's the day I fuck as many as possible...!!
The next day.
"Ah... fuck..."
"Are you alright, my lord?"
"...No."
When I should've been shaking my hips during prime time, I was laid up instead.
After crashing the party yesterday, I'd been glued to one girl or another, thrusting nonstop. Fucking while dancing, sucking tits while fucking, chowing down on meat some girl fed me while fucking. When my cock got too sensitive, I'd take a breather, ogle the girls, get hard again, and dive back in... By the time the party wrapped in the late dawn, I'd dragged that DJ I'd eyed all day back to my room. But the bitch resisted, saying she only signed for DJing, so I forced her anyway. That was just hours ago.
Waking up, my whole body burned, head heavy like a rock was perched on it.
And, "Before the flu even... my cock's throbbing and sore as hell..."
"Just wait a bit. Sua's on her way."
"Uh... pull off my pants and give it a hoo~."
"Pardon?"
"Hoo~."
"..."
Baekseol hesitated, then yanked down my pants.
"Ah..."
Her expression didn't look great. Probably fucked too much.
"Hoo, hoo~."
A gentle puff of air. Ticklish, kinda good, kinda not...
"How's that?"
"Not sure. Keep going for now."
"Yes."
Whoosh~.
"Ugh..."
The warm breath eased it a little.
Click.
"Got it, Master."
Sua arrived with something gun-like. She pressed the barrel to my forearm without hesitation.
"Firing now. It'll sting."
Phut!
"Guh?!!"
Fuck!!!
"You okay?"
"My lord?"
"Urk... ngh..."
A spike of agony slammed into my brain. I writhed for about three seconds, then every pain vanished. Even the flu-like chills dragging me down since morning were gone.
"...Whoa. So this is what it feels like."
"Better now?"
"Yeah. Flu's gone at least."
My cock was still far from ready, though. It was swollen from overuse—no way an emergency heal pack could fix that.
"Plans for today?"
"..."
I pondered.
What to do. Body's recovered, but...
...Nah. Useless if my cock's out of commission. Resting today.
I shook my head.
"Just chilling. You two go have fun downstairs."
"My lord, I'll stay here."
"Me too. Let me know if you need anything."
"Fine. Then you two lie down too."
I scooted around on the bed, getting comfy.
Low stats, huh. Catching a flu from one wild day...
With time to kill, I pulled up my stat screen.
Ridiculous every time I check.
Still sub-middle-schooler stats. And those were after massive gains. When I first possessed this body, Will was a measly 11, Leadership 69, Charm a whopping 3. Quitting drugs and staying active must've boosted them big-time, but they're still worthless.
Highest Leadership isn't even impressive, and the rest? Sigh-worthy.
Martial Power's hopeless. Can't do shit.
Farming spots abound in this game world—dungeons with monsters even. No wonder Great Demons exist.
But I can't go. Martial Power's trash.
It's not just me. Among my crew, only Baekseol can really fight, then Seo Eun-mi and Inaeun with her Terminator. But Eun-mi's NIS spy, right? Haven't resolved that yet—can't drag her farming. Inaeun's government; every Terminator or implant use gets logged. Hacking each one? Laughable.
Leaves Baekseol, but even her insane Martial Power can't solo dungeon threats while babysitting me.
Bottom line: I need enough Martial Power for self-defense.
At least stats rose a ton this past month. Consistent action builds them. And I ditched that garbage Drug Addiction trait.
If not, I'd be shooting up nonstop or wrecked by withdrawals. Stats probably tanked by now.
"Sua."
"Yes, Master."
"If I get implants... do they mind-scan or whatever?"
"Uh... Full-body scan's standard, and implants mess with your mind heavy, so mind-scan is mandatory. Using read memories is illegal, though. Not sure if enforced."
"Hm."
Not enforced. Goryeo Medical would VIP me, but Grandpa or others peeking? Always possible.
Possessor getting mind-scanned? Hell no.
They might dismiss "possession" as junkie delusions, but my game knowledge? Demonic Incheon 2077 intel. Hitting real production stuff proves credibility—not delusions anymore.
I'd get grilled, worst case lose Goryeo heir status.
Can't take the "money makes it easy" path.
Not till I have an implant doc loyal to the death.
Long road ahead.
+++
Monday morning.
"Master, island's bought."
"Good. Thanks."
Owner wanted 100 billion. Too lazy to haggle, and rumors of Han Guk-young's last haunt could jack the price, so I greenlit.
"Eun-mi, gather everyone and head up. Then straight to vacation."
"Got it, Young Master. Head in."
I nodded and boarded the AV. Taking Baekseol this time.
Chuseok already...
Time flies; Victory Day bumped it to third holiday, but Chuseok's still major. Goryeo Group's whole clan gathers at Geumsu Mountain Sun Palace for dinner.
Ah... stomach churning already.
Can I even handle it? Place crawling with superhumans, all eyeing my weaknesses.
Just gift Grandpa and chill. Don't try anything.
I'm still a total noob. Basement gamer transmigrated to chaebol third-gen a month ago. Stay low at the palace.
Smooth.
I stroked the carefully wrapped Go board cloth. Calms the nerves.
About an hour later. Incheon.
Chuseok break starts tomorrow, so straight to Pyongyang.
"Alright, good work everyone."
I called the pussy houses to the mansion front yard, handed out prepped envelopes.
"Enjoy Chuseok. You're my pussy houses—don't bow to anyone. Always lead the pack. You're my face."
Roughly a billion each, sent 'em off. Sua got two—five billion apiece.
"One for you, one for the team."
"Ah... Thank you, Master!"
"Yeah. Rest up."
With pussy houses vacationed, only Baekseol left.
She's...
"You're coming to Pyongyang with me."
"Yes, my lord."
Orphan like me—no family to go to.
"My lord."
"Yeah?"
Still recovering, sprawled in the AV when Baekseol spoke up.
"Should I learn implant procedures?"
"Huh? You?"
Sudden lightbulb.
Oh yeah, her.
Tech 209. Monster in Martial and Tech.
Whoa. Full circle to Baekseol.
"You seemed against others reading your memories... If it's okay, I could... learn?"
"...Yeah. I trust you."
The corner of her mouth twitched up faintly.
"Yes. Leave it to me, my lord."