Chapter 87: Militaris
After ending the call, Go Min-young stepped into the bathroom attached to the vice president's office. She stripped off her clothes and wandered through the vast, steam-filled space, tapping the smooth wall with her fingertip. At her command, the wall transformed into a full mirror, reflecting her image among others.
Her face was beautiful yet imperious, leading down to a flawless nude body. Even she had to admit it was perfect—breasts too large for one hand to fully grasp, a narrow waist, voluptuous hips, and long, slender legs. Any man would kill to have this body.
"Stupid bastard."
She muttered under her breath.
"Running away over something as trivial as virginity."
Her words seemed directed at no one in particular as she calmly raised both arms. No matter the pose, there wasn't a single flaw.
"Good thing your son won't pull that shit."
She recalled her call with Ko Mu-yeol. Bold as brass, the kid had jerked off mid-conversation with his aunt. She couldn't tell if he'd been fingering her pussy or stroking elsewhere, but that telltale breathiness and those moans had come through clear. He'd used his cock while talking to his own aunt.
Who knows what went through his head—no way to tell without cracking it open—but would he have done it if he had zero interest in her? According to Min Ji-ah's report, he'd fucked his side-branch aunt without a second thought, treating her like a toy and demanding sex whenever he felt like it. A guy like that, uninterested in this body?
As if.
He was the type who went crazy for any woman. Blood ties? Didn't give a damn, from what he'd done to Min Ji-ah. So he wouldn't spout some moronic bullshit like his old man, obsessing over purity or sticking to one woman.
. . .
Go Min-young lingered in the bathroom for quite a while before emerging.
"Welcome back, Vice President."
Her "official husband" sat demurely in the office. He rose immediately upon seeing her, bowing deeply.
"What is it?"
Go Min-young settled into the head seat with an impassive face. Colder than she'd be with a stranger, despite him being her husband. Yet he took it in stride, as if accustomed.
"I heard you gave the young master... your nephew a private artificial island."
He'd started with "nephew" but switched under her sharp glance, clearing his throat under her expectant stare.
"Isn't that a bit much? His behavior's improved lately, sure, but it's not even two full months—"
Before he could finish, Go Min-young raised a hand coldly. He shut up instantly.
Click-clack.
The tall woman over 180 cm strode toward him in her heels. He gulped, head bowed low, body shrinking.
Looking down icily, she said,
"Oh Executive Director."
"!!"
One phrase. But it was enough to gauge her mood. Her husband—now "Oh Executive Director"—flinched and dropped to his knees.
"S-sorry, Vice President! Th-that was out of line!!"
"Time is cruel. Even you, Oh Executive Director, whose loyalty was once sharp as a blade... age has dulled your sense of place."
He slammed his forehead to the floor. It cracked, blood spraying.
"I've committed a mortal sin! Forgive me just this once, Vice President!!"
"Forgive?"
She placed her heel on the back of his head. The spiked heel made even light pressure agony.
"Guh...!!!"
She leaned forward, adding her full weight. Soon her hands pressed down atop her knee. A grinding crunch echoed, like bones shattering.
"Gaaah... Aaaak...!!"
Only after a long while did she lift her foot. A sickening crack rang out as she stepped back from the blood-soaked heel.
"No second chances. Get out."
"Th-thank... thank you, Vice President..."
He wasn't dead. Grateful for that, her husband—face a bloody pulp—bowed and tried to leave.
"Ah. Wait."
Go Min-young stopped him.
"You didn't come all this way for just that, did you?"
She returned to her seat, crossing her legs and gesturing for him to sit.
"You came to report. Spill everything."
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Tonight's music show: LUMINA beat out two boy groups for second place. First is still Nokono-go Girls' new track, [VirginLoserGirls BlameTheSchool].
[VirginLoserGirls BlameTheTeacher]
[VirginLoserGirls BlameTheFriends]
I used to trash that crap—"Who the hell listens to this shit?"—but it's so goddamn catchy it's looping in my head nonstop. Honestly, no confidence beating it. It's held number one for four weeks straight, charts climbing higher, experts saying shortest eight weeks, longest twenty-plus.
Poor LUMINA. Bad timing means no first for them. Not that they care—they're losing their minds over second.
"All metrics are stellar. Beating Nokono-go is iffy, but holding second long-term? Locked in."
"Mm. Nice. How's my killer instinct treating you?"
"..."
"These are the trainees I pushed when everyone said pass. I brought 'em, I made the concept, I debuted 'em."
"Y-you're brilliant..."
"Hmph. Stick to the sexy concept. The kind where one look at the dance and cocks stand at attention. Never forget that thrill. LUMINA's gonna be the sexiest idol group making every dick on Earth salute."
Of course, only I get to ram those hard cocks into LUMINA pussy to relieve it.
"Master, other idols saw LUMINA's smash debut and want new songs too."
"Oh yeah?"
I only handpicked LUMINA from my trainee days, but Goryeo Entertainment has more than just them. Signed three teams from last "auditions," prepping more now. Gotta look after 'em.
Plus, Rainbow Miracle acquisition's underway. Time to go full agency.
My cock's swelling with pride.
"Gotta test if they deserve new tracks."
"Uh... Send one team at a time starting today?"
"Tomorrow. Got Pussy Association meeting tonight."
"Yes, Master. One team daily from tomorrow."
"Nokono-go HQ still refusing?"
"Yesss... No matter the offer, no sale."
"Even after I hinted I'd make moves if they keep saying no?"
"Dunno if they missed it or ignored it, but yeah."
"Heh..."
Some people just beg for punishment. Damn. Why force a gentleman like me into scoundrel mode?
"Next week's the absolute last. If they don't budge, I'll turn Nokono-go HQ into NoConNoCon HQ. Creampie every member and exec."
"Yes, Master."
One last chance. Not 'cause I'm nice—next week's slammed. Can't squeeze it in.
Saturday's Militaris HQ visit—in Dalian City, no less. Straight-line from Goryeo Entertainment: 440 km. Military hotspot or not, that's bullshit distance.
So Friday departure at latest. Leaves Mon-Thu, but gotta grab aunt-gift too. Gave her island, armed ride, jet—can't show empty-handed. Something primo, takes a day minimum.
That's not all. Vet PMC mercs one-by-one, Goryeo second auditions, scout unified office for Goryeo/Rainbow/PMC. Eye corp listings/buildings. Namdong Complex too—keep tabs. Drug deal with Jang Kyung-su—I'll get reports, decide stuff.
Mountain of shit just skimming. Holding off 'cause I'm swamped, not merciful. Figure it out, bitches. Should I call direct?
"Fuck, my head. Why am I working on fun Saturday?"
I shook my head wild, buried my face in Sua's tits. Rubbing that soft, pillowy valley chased every stray thought.
LUMINA pulled me to work mode—wrong. Saturday's Pussy Day! Lounging home, balls-deep—that's peak.