Militaris
There are spaces that take your breath away. Black-polished marble covered the walls entirely, overlaid with digital holograms that floated like artworks, slowly modulating light and color to envelop the room. From the ceiling, cold white light descended softly. The table, made of black chrome metal and darkly tinted glass, caught the light yet retained its inherent sheen.
"Report."
In an atmosphere so heavy it felt like the air pressure had changed, the first to speak was a woman. Seated at one end of the conference room on a slightly elevated platform that allowed her to look down on everyone, she issued her command plainly.
The others swallowed hard and began their performance reports. Every time this moment arrived, it felt like ten years of their lifespan evaporated.
"Aerospace Division, Kim Yong-min here. The basic design for Buoyancy Carrier No. 1, ordered by the Republic of Korea's Ministry of National Defense, has been completed. Hull structure durability simulations are currently underway... (abridged)... If things proceed as expected, construction can begin next year."
"Ground Forces Division, Cheon Man-su here. There was an issue during the prototype testing of the 9th-gen mech MTX-5090TI."
"An issue?"
Vice President Go Min-young interjected for the first time. Cheon Man-su ignored the cold sweat trickling down his face and continued.
"Well... The 9th-gen mech was developed with such high performance that maintaining stable output across the entire system proved limiting. Additionally—"
"Explain in detail."
He spent the next ten minutes or so outlining the problems. The 9th-gen mech that Militaris was pouring its heart into had cracks emerging everywhere due to its overwhelming performance. First, material fatigue. The core structure couldn't withstand excessive heat generation, leading to persistent deformation or damage in specific areas from the heat. This was especially severe around the ultra-high-output core—and the problem was that the pilot's cockpit was right there. Considering the cost of training pilots (knights), this was a massive issue.
On top of that, sustaining the core's output was a serious problem in itself. It was fine for very short bursts, but energy supply was so uneven it couldn't even guarantee Militaris's minimum required operational time.
"In short... we need a room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductor."
"..."
The dream material: room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductor. If such a substance existed—one that maintained superconducting properties just by being there—it could breakthrough every current bottleneck. The problem was that it was a pipe dream, with even its theoretical possibility in doubt. Even Militaris, possessor of the world's most advanced tech gap, couldn't dream of it.
"...Continue research for now. I'll allow reducing output by up to 5%."
"Yes, Vice President..."
Reports continued afterward. Militaris was undoubtedly a single company, but it operated on a scale impossible for any mere corporation. They planned to scrap and upgrade entire fleets of outdated gen mechs that cost hundreds of billions per unit in the first generation alone. Or mass-produce unnecessary unmanned tanks just because there was spare space in the underground HQ. Or start producing ballistic missiles under the guise of economic viability. Even a nation preparing for war wouldn't do such things—yet one company was.
"The 300 sq km island class you ordered 13 years ago, Vice President, will complete all construction procedures in the next two weeks. Accordingly, the handover ceremony is scheduled for November 11th off Nampo Port."
The discussion had moved to the artificial island division. Here, Go Min-young recalled the island she'd decided to give her nephew. She'd attached the condition of convincing her, but it was mostly formality—she fully intended to hand it over anyway.
"No need for a ceremony. Send it straight to Shanghai as soon as procedures wrap up."
"Shanghai... you say?"
"They won't listen to words, so we need to show them real power."
"Understood, Vice President."
"And move my private island in Tianjin to Incheon. It's for my nephew, so prep the procedures in advance."
"Yes."
Perfect timing—the custom armament for her nephew's knight would be complete in a few days too.
It's drawing closer.
Soon, Ko Mu-yeol would come here. Perhaps after 20 years of waiting, she'd finally reap the rewards. She harbored expectations but didn't show it on the surface.
"Make sure the custom armament for my nephew is fully prepared, and hurry the custom aircraft too."
"Yes, Vice President."
+++
It being Saturday, I'd gathered all my jotjips for a grand fuckfest. Especially today, I got serviced by the upgraded Kang Emilia. Recognizing her exceptional sex skills, I'd appointed her head jotjip and had her take the first sex service seminar under Jeong Ga-in. In no time, her cock-sucking skills were already unreal.
"That's it."
Emilia locked eyes with me as she sucked my dick diligently, looking just like a seductive gumiho. Her face alone got me hard. Meanwhile, Jeong Ga-in was glued to my ass from behind, rimming me enthusiastically. She was the only one skilled enough at rimjobs for now, so I left it mostly to her. Min Ji-ah's future training goal: expert rimjob skills.
Service from both ends. How could it feel this good?
I was having a scorching hot day like that when a call came in from my real aunt—not Min Ji-ah, but Go Min-young.
I paused the service for a moment and answered.
"Yes, Aunt. I hope you've been well."
-Yeah. I've been fine. You too?
Her usual dry, emotionless voice. But I could feel she was concerned about me.
"Yes. I've been well."
-I heard you made some profits in stocks lately. Didn't know you had that talent. Congrats.
"Ah, no, Aunt. It's not talent. Just luck."
Talent my ass. It was all game knowledge. I didn't know jack about stocks.
-Luck is skill too. Your grandfather's probably reevaluating you now.
"Ah... I see..."
Was that good? Made me have weird expectations. Big hopes lead to big disappointments.
-Work hard. Money's like a body part. After your brain, heart, and dick, it's the most important one.
She emphasized "dick" oddly.
"Yes. I'll keep that in mind, Aunt."
-Good. And the custom armament for your toy is almost done. Should be fully operational next week, no issues. Coming Saturday?
Baekseol's custom armament...! Time flew.
"Next Saturday, right? Yes. I'll definitely come then."
-Good. Persuasion prep going well?
"Yes. Preparing thoroughly."
-...Really? Ah, did I push too hard?
-Thorough prep sounds promising. You exercising diligently?
"Ah, yes. Every day."
-Don't overdo it. You won't have strength when you need it. Stop the day before you come.
She was so detailed. Why care about my physical exertion...?
Made me think weird things. "Persuasion" already sounded suggestive.
Go Min-young... she's stunningly beautiful...
Min Ji-ah was hot, but the original(?) was Go Min-young. I still vividly remembered first seeing her. How to put it—overbearing beauty? It overwhelmed with elegant allure.
Fuck.
Faint memories surfaced, mixed with the sensations from the service moments ago and Go Min-young's voice in my ear, stirring unbearable excitement.
I kept talking to Go Min-young while carefully sliding my dick into Emilia's mouth. She gave a what-the-hell look but started bobbing.
"Ngh."
-?
Her upgraded skills drew an involuntary moan from me.
-Making weird noises. You hurt?
"N-no, Aunt. It's nothing. No pain at all."
-Hmm... Really?
We kept talking after that. Honestly, I had little to say, but surprisingly, Go Min-young had plenty. I answered dutifully, leaking moans twice midway. Unintentionally, of course...
Fuck... this insane thrill. Am I really crazy?
-...Nephew. Better end the call. Seems like your aunt's interrupting your sex life.
"Hah, n-no, Aunt."
Fuck, busted!
Well, duh. A woman who's given birth knows sex. She'd recognize the sounds.
-Glad you seem healthy. See you next week.
"...Yes. Sorry, Aunt."
-No need to apologize. Being healthy is good.
Go Min-young hung up. She didn't sound mad, but with her stone face, who knew.
"Fuck, why'd I do that."
Hah. Sex addiction? Ridiculous.