Mess Around and You'll Die
— …And now, the next breaking news. This morning, a shocking incident occurred on a road in Incheon where the Chief Prosecutor was assassinated. The perpetrator appeared on a motorcycle, fired shots, and leisurely disappeared. The death toll from this has already exceeded 13 people, and it's still rising—
"This story's been on all day."
"Sorry, Chairman. I'll change the channel."
"Ahem."
The chairman groaned uncomfortably in the car, but even the new channel was talking about the Chief Prosecutor. He just told them to turn it off.
No matter how much of a Demonic Incheon this was, the assassination of someone as high-ranking as a Chief Prosecutor was too shocking. Every broadcast station, every newspaper, even the MTubers were all covering it.
The chairman of Daijin Group sighed and posted on the community forum.
Meaningless comments piled up. He clicked his tongue and scrolled through the community, then suddenly realized the car was moving too slowly.
"Why the hell is the car so slow?"
"Sorry, Chairman. There's police up ahead doing inspections…."
"Inspections? What inspections."
"Who knows…. Probably because of the prosecutor who got killed."
"Jesus…."
Making a fuss over just a prosecutor dying. Meanwhile, our beloved grandson was killed.
"…."
The chairman put away his phone, which he'd been using to browse the community. Thinking of his grandson soured his mood and snapped him to attention.
"C-call Eun-ju."
"Yes, Chairman."
The call connected directly from the car, but though it rang, Do Eun-ju didn't pick up.
"This girl, she's not thinking something weird, is she?"
The chairman was always busy, so he hadn't made time, but if he'd known, he would've canceled everything to be with his daughter. Just in case she harbored strange thoughts.
Knock knock.
"Chairman, I'll open the window for a moment."
"Yeah."
The window rolled down, and a man in a police helmet and sunglasses poked his head in with a cheeky grin.
"Hey, thanks for your hard work. Lots of bad stuff going around these days. Mind a quick scan?"
"This is Daijin Group's chairman. Nothing to see here."
"Oh~. The Daijin Group chairman? Got it."
The cop nodded with a smile, then suddenly pulled a gun from his coat and—thuk! Thuk!—fired two shots into the secretary's temple.
The extremely muffled sound was just the brain matter bursting. And the power was deliberately weakened—the bullets didn't even pierce the window. They just spread destruction inside the skull.
"!!"
As the shocked chairman opened his mouth, thuk! Thuk-thuk-thuk! Four more shots, generously.
The cop clicked his tongue at the pathetically crumpling old man's corpse.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Even a group chairman goes out like nothing when it's time."
His eyes glowed gold as he snapped an internal photo and hacked the car.
> Autopilot engaged.
> 19.3km to destination.
> Heavy traffic in this sector.
"Bye now, Chairman."
The cop closed the window and backed off to inspect the next car. The vehicle, now the tomb of the chairman and his secretary, drove forward on its own.
— Don't do anything. Just stay put.
It was a text from Aunt Go Min-young as evening turned to night. Sudden, but I could guess the meaning. Then a second text followed.
— Aunt will handle everything.
"Uh…."
Hmm. Handle everything…. Does that mean killing all of Jeon Seong-hyeon's people?
A bit shocking.
No way Aunt killed the Chief Prosecutor too???
I'd thought it unlikely, but texts like this made it seem possible.
I called her right away. She picked up almost immediately.
"Didn't need to call."
"Thank you, Aunt."
"No need for thanks. Just doing what's obvious."
"I see…."
"Aunt will take care of it, so don't worry. Focus on your work and prepare to persuade well. Build some stamina too. What's with that shooting score? Hands shaking that much, how you gonna man up?"
"Uh…. Got it. Thank you, Aunt."
"Good. See you in a month."
"Yes. Get home safe."
Her usual dry tone. But her actions and words always looked out for me.
But how'd she know my shooting score?
That was shocking. She even knew my hands shook.
"…."
Protection…. Yeah, let's call it that.
"Master."
Sua approached as the call ended, handing over freshly printed documents still warm from the printer.
"This is…."
"Photos from Min Ji-ah…."
It showed a driver-looking guy and a man in the back seat dead in gruesome states inside a car.
Why the hell send this….
"Ah. No way."
"It's Daijin Group's chairman. He has a daughter named Do Eun-ju, who's Jeon Seong-hyeon's mom."
"…So Jeon Seong-hyeon's grandpa is dead? And Min Ji-ah just sent proof photos?"
"Yes. Oh, Min Ji-ah is the wife of Jeon Seong-hyeon's mom's younger sister. Min side branch."
"Complicated."
Put simply, daughter of one of Grandpa's wives from the Min family. In other words, my aunt. But side branch, so the family doesn't acknowledge her.
Should I call?
Min Ji-ah is basically Grandpa's daughter. He just doesn't acknowledge her. How would such a side branch treat me? Curious.
"Give me her number. Min Ji-ah."
"Yes. Sent it, Master."
I called right away. Had she saved my name already? She picked up before two rings.
"Y-yes! Y-Young Master! Min Ji-ah speaking!!"
"…."
Super…. polite. More than I expected.
I said calmly, "What's with the photos?"
"Ah, that was me—"
"Sending snuff films without warning? What about my eyes that saw it?"
"Gasp, s-sorry!! I didn't think that far…. Sorry! Sorry!!"
I could hear her bowing repeatedly over the phone from the voice shift.
Basically Grandpa's daughter, but this reaction….
Maybe just Min Ji-ah being extra. But considering the insane discrimination at Chuseok, my call with Go Min-ji, and how Min Ji-ah treated me, it was time to solidify my view of side branches.
Just slave bitches.
No need to hold back or watch out. Just play with them.
I felt my cock stirring.
"Did you kill the Chief Prosecutor too?"
"Ah…. No. The Chief Prosecutor was likely done by Jeon Seong-hyeon's brothers. I'll report to you once confirmed!!"
"Got it. So you're handling the rest?"
"Yes. I'll take full responsibility and clean it up perfectly. Young Master!!"
"Good…. I trust you. Aunt Min Ji-ah."
"!! Y-yes…. Young Master…."
"You know reports have to be in person, right?"
"I-in person…?"
"Don't wanna?"
"N-nooo, Young Master! Of course in person is proper. I'll come see you!!"
"I'll send my jotjip address, come report when done."
"Yes…. Young Master…."
I hung up without goodbye, her voice trailing weakly. My cock was fully hard.
"Master, what was that call…."
"You heard it all, why ask."
"Hehe…."
Sua giggled slyly and knelt before me.
"Shall I suck it?"
"Suck it."
Sua stroked over my pants near my cock, unzipped, and pulled it out. She gripped it thin-handed, jerked it lightly, and brought her face close.
"Sometimes it doesn't feel real."
"What."
"That the man before my eyes…. is the real Young Master."
"Yeah?"
Me too, honestly.
"The one and only Young Master of this country."
Sua swallowed my cock.