Putting on a Serious Face for Chuseok
Around Chuseok, after some brief hesitation, I decided to show a solemn demeanor. This was the stage to prove that the drug-addicted grandson had turned over a new leaf, right? So, serious it was.
"The grandson's here?!"
Hahaha! The moment the door closed, Goyeongman burst into a broad grin and welcomed me warmly. The man who hadn't even shown his face a month ago was smiling so brightly it threw me off for a second, but I bowed at once.
"Grandpa, have you been well?"
"Your old man's in the prime of his life itself, boy. Worry about yourself."
Grandpa said that, but he laughed happily and beckoned me over. I smiled back and walked toward him.
Ah, but here's the thing—Grandpa looks like a man in his thirties. I keep feeling like I should call him "hyung" instead; words just don't come easy.
"You little punk, quitting the drugs has made your face glow. Yeah, this is the real you. My grandson."
He guffawed and slapped my arm. With his thirties appearance came strength to match—my body swayed with each hit. Of course, part of it was Ko Mu-yeol's weak-ass body.
"I'm sorry for worrying you all this time, Grandpa."
"Enough of that, kid. The present matters. Sit down."
"Ah, before that, Grandpa. Here."
I handed over the wrapped Go board from the master.
"Hm? What's this?"
Grandpa took the heavy bundle, set it on the desk, and began unwrapping it.
"A Go board. Thought you'd like it."
"A Go board? You sneaky kid, bringing something I never expected."
"It's pretty old, though, so you might be surprised."
"What, an antique?"
"An antique, yeah... but in my opinion, the most valuable Go-related relic out there."
"That good, huh?"
His hands sped up unwrapping. It wasn't tied weirdly—just standard—so it came undone quick.
"...Blood?"
I'd dusted it off, but that was it, so the bloodstains were still there. I had a fleeting worry he'd scold me for the dirt, but thankfully, no.
Instead, he carefully lifted out the bowl of stones, set it down, and stroked the surface like a treasure.
He knew it was something precious, at least.
But that ghost dude popped out when I touched it—why not now?
Reading the mood or something?
"This decoration, this material... it looks familiar—"
"Grandpa, do you know Master Han Guk-young?"
"! Yeah! Han Guk-young! Ain't this the board he used?! I saw it on TV when I was young. That, that board where he'd slam the stones down—bam! In that Three-Line Whirlpool Bowl match... Back then, there was this country called China, and this player Chi Ting-an or whatever. The cocky bastard provoked him, and I still remember it."
Bingo. Hit the mark. Recognizing the board means he's a true die-hard fan.
"But how'd you get this? He vanished in his later years—no one could find him."
"Got a lead by chance. Thought of you and brought it right away."
"Really? You... "
Grandpa started cautiously.
"It ain't tampered with or anything, right?"
I chuckled at the obvious suspicion.
"Come on, Grandpa. Test it and it'd show. Why would I bother?"
"Haha, true. So this is the real board Master Han Guk-young used. Wow... like this..."
"Found his body with it. Had it properly coffined."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He was slumped over the board when I found him. Looked like he was playing till the end."
"Whoa... so that's how it was... playing till the very end..."
Grandpa stroked the board with distant eyes.
"You were too young to know, but that man was a legend. Held the world #1 spot for 20 years. Can you imagine? 20 years! These pros today got no grit like that. 50 years later, and no one's matched Han Guk-young."
Grandpa rambled on about Go memories endlessly. Seeing this fearsome corporate titan lost in old tales was surreal, kinda wistful. In the end, people are ruled by memories, huh.
He's so thrilled it's making me flustered instead.
I'd aimed for it, but it felt good. Like I got the gift. Is this the joy givers feel?
Come to think, have I ever given anyone a present?
Reflecting on my past life—nada. Closest was the 100 million each to my jotjip sluts earlier? But that's more like fuck money than a gift.
Not bad.
Feels clean because he can purely enjoy my gift. Is this family? Feeling family love from the world's worst corporate clan is absurd, but that's my mood right now.
"Mu-yeol, you want anything? Speak up. Your old man'll make it happen."
Pleased with the gift, Grandpa grinned openly. Totally different from that cold shoulder a month ago.
Asking straight-up here'd make me a chump, right?
"Seeing you smile is enough, Grandpa. I've only darkened your face till now."
"...You rascal. All grown up!"
"I'll head out now. Haven't eaten yet—starving, Grandpa."
"Oh?! Yeah, yeah. Eat up."
I stood with Grandpa. After a bow, as I headed out with his send-off—
"Mu-yeol."
"Yes?"
Grandpa called.
"I don't expect much from you. Just stay healthy. Don't forget your old man's got your back."
"...Yes, Grandpa."
+++
Out of the room. Mission accomplished—tension drained from my body.
"...My lord, you handled it well."
"Yeah. Went great. Grandpa was thrilled."
Euphoria. Sense of victory. Made Baekseol look even prettier.
"...Seol-ah."
"Yes?"
"Shall we... eat in the room?"
.
.
Click.
The door shut—I pounced on Seol. Bit her lips and invaded. She knew my mood already, accepted without surprise, shedding clothes.
"Haa, my lord."
Honestly, no time for bullshit. Just wanted to pound. No clue why—or yeah, I could guess—but hornier than ever.
"The deed... ngh, really went, well, huh."
"Yeah. Perfectly."
I laid her bare on the bed the second her clothes were off. She spread her legs herself. Well-adapted as my personal knight. Who knows her inner thoughts, but outwardly, she accepted me.
"Hoo."
Pulled out my cock, deep breath, then thrust in.
Squelch.
Hot, rigid erection splitting her depths as I mounted her.
"Ngh, ungh...!"
Savored her slight grimace, shoved to the hilt.
"Haat, ung, hng."
Splurt.
Sensitivity off the charts. Slight motion and my spine tingled. Back-and-forth, savoring each wave—pleasure felt five times amplified.
Slap-slap, hips colliding with wet smacks, chest burning hotter each time.
Sorry, Baekseol, but I wasn't watching her. Not her pretty face, jiggling tits, pale skin. None registered much.
Nah, they hyped me sure, but this horniness overflowed beyond that.
Yeah. This was Goryeo pride.
Maybe cocky, but today's win sparked it. Smoosh, "Ha-ut!"
A shut-in loser like me embracing a woman like this—thanks to Goryeo Group. Kneading tits freely, spreading legs, ravaging between—power and right from Goryeo.
Thrusted wildly, lost in delusions of reaching its pinnacle.
Knock-knock.
- Young master. Dinner's here.
A woman's voice outside. The meal I'd ordered.
"Come in."
Click.
Young woman shut the door, wheeled in the cart. Saw me pounding Baekseol from above—no flinch.
"Stay there."
"Yes, young master."
Crisp uniform like a flight attendant, hair neatly pinned. Prim, refined beauty stood demurely by the cart.
I eyed her slyly, kept thrusting till climax neared.
"Hng!"
"Ahat! Aa,"
Soon, I came. Exhaled deep, pumped my genes full into Seol.
Stroked her face in afterglow, tidied her hair.
"...Rest a bit."
"Yesss... my lord."
Rose from her warm embrace, pulled out. Got off the bed, approached the woman.
Up close, she bowed her head slightly. No matter my trash antics, as Goryeo young master, she couldn't resist.
"...?"
Standing silent before her, she peeked up then dropped her eyes quick.
Grip.
"?!"
Grabbed her collar, flung her on the bed.
"Kyaa—,"
Pinned her mid-scream, ripped her clothes.
"Y-young master!"
"Quiet."
Tore jacket open to bare her chest, hiked short skirt, yanked stockings.
Rip!
They shredded, baring skin at last.
"Ah..."
Forced her dazed legs apart.
And thrust!
"Kkheuk?!"
No hesitation—impaled straight, piercing her hymen mercilessly.
"Agh! Aaagh!"
Fucked her harder than my jotjip, tasting every corner.
She couldn't even cry out in pain. Just prayed silently for the rape to end, legs offered up.
I creampied her, feeling like I owned the world.