The Scoundrel Himself
After paying my respects to Grandfather and stepping out of his room, I ran into my aunt. She startled slightly at the sight of me, then curved her lips into a subtle smile.
"You arrived early."
"Yeah. Thanks to you, Aunt. You just got here too."
"I happened to be at headquarters."
"I see."
A strange tension hung in the air. I hadn't done anything yet, but my cock was already twitching on its own, recalling the exquisite taste of Go Min-young's pussy from all those times I'd pounded her senseless.
Ha, fuck.
I wanted to fuck her. Right now, drag her to a room, grab those long legs, spread them wide, and plunge into the gap between—
"Nephew."
"Ah, yeah."
"I have something to discuss about the artificial island... Come to my room in about thirty minutes."
"Ah, the artificial island."
"Yes. Mu-yeol Land."
"…."
"…."
Our eyes met. Burning gazes. Both hers and mine—we stared only into each other's pupils, but those looks already held the image of the other's naked body.
Ha, how could I say no when my aunt was calling me over?
"Yes. I'll come in thirty minutes."
"Good. I'll be waiting."
She brushed past me and entered Grandfather's room.
"You two are hot."
"What... it's exactly as scorching as the roses I gifted."
"Feels like watching a morning drama. An aunt and her nephew..."
"Shut up, you idiot."
I flicked Im Sua's careless head and headed to my room.
Thirty minutes. In thirty minutes, I could savor that body I'd fucked so thoroughly yesterday again. I kept telling myself not to let my guard down, to stay vigilant at all times, but honestly, it wasn't easy.
No. This is part of the vigilance too. I'm fucking my aunt to conquer her.
That's the rationale I settled on with myself. It wasn't wrong.
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Knock knock.
"It's me, Aunt."
The door opened without a word. Go Min-young stood there in just a robe—essentially naked—and let me in.
"You came."
"Yes, Aunt."
I closed the door and stepped inside. The moment it clicked shut, she and I lunged at each other, kissing and sucking fiercely. Our hands moved busier than ever, caressing; our breaths came steeper than ever as we inhaled each other's scent.
Then, at some point when we came to our senses, we were joined on the bed.
"Eek! Ahh!"
My aunt was still as wet as ever. I looked down at her panting form and pistoned my hips vigorously.
And so, we spent a long night together.
...
Naturally, our lovemaking with Go Min-young continued until morning. The one saving grace was that Grandfather's pro debut ceremony was scheduled for 1 p.m. We had free time until then.
We fell asleep wrapped tightly in each other's arms, waking around 10 a.m. Whether she'd warned everyone in advance or not, no one came to disturb us until then.
Sleepy...
I'd barely slept, and on top of that, the sloppy sex. Of course I was exhausted. But...
Proud. Satisfying.
My aunt had screamed in ecstasy again this time, climaxing multiple times. Our bodies just synced perfectly.
"Good morning, Aunt."
"...Yeah. Waking up to your face definitely makes it a good morning."
"…."
Such bold, steamy words... We kissed, then had morning sex. By then, it was around 11 a.m. Time to really get ready and head out. We needed to arrive before the event started, so we were already cutting it close.
"You go on ahead."
"Yes, Aunt."
With a farewell(?) kiss, I left her room and returned to mine. My lower half felt accomplished from the morning.
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"Yes~! Hello, viewers. I'm Jin Hyeong-woo, hosting the special project 'The Chairman's Challenge.'"
"Shin Na-ri here~."
The pro entry exam had begun. They'd gathered Go-related broadcasters and famous streamers for a live broadcast concept, drawing a decent crowd. On one side sat the Goryeo Group's owner family; on the other, a cluster of Go professionals. The Go Association president was there too.
"Many of you must be thinking, 'Isn't this favoritism?' 'Why the special broadcast and all these perks?' Yes, I get it. It's not the official route. But this special pro entry exam is far from easy. In terms of difficulty alone, it's much, much harder. Right, Na-ri?"
"Yes, exactly. He'll face off directly against Korea's Go legend—and the world's—Jo Gi-han 9-dan. And it's a handicap match. Not even a tesuji game."
"He must defeat Jo Gi-han 9-dan—who's won seven world titles—under handicap rules!"
The host hyped it up as an impossible challenge. But it wasn't hype; that was the plain truth. Pros operate on a whole different level from amateurs, making a handicap win near-impossible. And among pros, skill gaps are stark. Against a 9-dan with world titles? The odds were minuscule.
Grandfather had to shatter those slim chances and beat Jo Gi-han 9-dan to enter pro ranks. Compared to standard entry exams, it was absurd. Basically, impossible.
Of course, viewers might think even this is rigged.
If Grandfather won, it'd cause an uproar. Accusations of bribes would fly for a while. But anyone who knows Go would see it from the game's progression: Jo Gi-han 9-dan gave his all.
...Or not.
It was my guess, but as Go Yeong-man, he might've greased palms to smooth things. Not zero chance. But then why the live broadcast?
"It's not really about win or lose... More like, will I struggle, or dominate smoothly?"
With Jo Gi-han 9-dan's bold interview wrapped, the match began. Grandfather had black; Jo Gi-han 9-dan, white.
"Ha... what the fuck is this... no, what the hell is going on."
Beside me, Go Min-ji slumped with a sullen face, ass slid way back, body melting into the chair like a snail oozing down.
She'd taken vacation time for a far-off trip, only to get dragged back—clearly pissed.
"You made it on time, huh?"
"Jet. Fuck... my head's still spinning."
"Ah..."
The situation was kinda comedic.
"Pirating go well?"
"Well... finished the island you spotted on the phone. Found the next one, was gonna take it slow, but then 'come back now,' so here I am. Argh."
She pressed her temples hard. Regret city.
"Play clean for once. Vacation for piracy? Classless."
"Hey. Humans are most sublime facing death. Means I'm constantly sublime. More dignified than this?"
"Say something sensible."
She and Go Ha-yan were eternal rivals, bickering every encounter. Their clashes were childish nonsense.
Tok.
"Black places first. Ah, straight to upper-right 3-3?"
"Very defensive opening. What's the intent?"
"Against a pro, maybe play safe? But will it work..."
"And white's Jo Gi-han 9-dan excels at cracking defenses."
"He has an aggressive style."
The match started. People in the hall murmured, eyes on the giant screen relaying the board.
"Ha... why do I have to watch this shit..."
Go Min-ji stared at the screen, incredulous, refusing to believe.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"You know Go, right?"
"Me?"
"You gifted the board. That's why Gramps is doing this."
"Well..."
"How long does Go take? I'm already bored to death."
"…."
It'd been under ten minutes. Early opening moved fast—about 10 moves in—but the end was far off.
"Uh... two hours each, two byoyomi... about five hours?"
"Bullshit."
Go Min-ji fully melted, knees nearly on the floor like a sea cucumber. Go Min-young scolded her.
"Ha, fuck. Why, why do I have to watch this crapooo..."
Yeah, I sympathized. Pro debut? Fine. But dragging the whole family for this spectacle?
"Ah, black cuts!"
"Skirmish now."
"Intriguing. Didn't expect the cut here."
"Risky to cut there carelessly."
The game progressed surprisingly quick. Jo Gi-han 9-dan placed fast; Grandfather too. As time passed... the pros' side grew restless.
"Ah, Jo Gi-han 9-dan hesitated just now?"
"Deep in thought. Fingering moves—when mental calc fails, use hands."
"Meanwhile, Chairman Go Yeong-man is unbelievably calm."
"Thought 3-3 meant pure defense, but it was strategy. Black's aggressive, chipping white's territory bit by bit."
"White's in trouble. Jo can't place."
"Ah... this."
Even hosts tilted heads. I didn't know Go deep enough for shape judgment, but from reactions and pros' murmurs, Chairman was faring well.
"Black withdraws hand."
"Light ko fights. Stones efficient, clustered minimally."
"Profit-loss calc razor-sharp. Knows exact gains/losses."
"Jo slow on left ladder."
"Sss... tricky. If so—yes, black snaps and blocks now."
"Pummeling relentlessly. Game's one-sided, way off our predictions."
"Shocking. Viewers feel it—no holding back from Jo. Brutal life-death fights, yet Chairman seizes momentum. Unbelievable."
Pros' area went beyond murmurs to outright shock. Some stood, faces blank—quite the sight.
And finally,
"Ah! Jo Gi-han 9-dan resigns! Unbelievable. Chairman Go Yeong-man wins by resignation at move 137!"
"Chairman Go Yeong-man defeats Jo Gi-han 9-dan under handicap!"
"Folks, massive upset! Impossible happening!!"
The screen showed Jo and Grandfather shaking hands. Chaos erupted among the pros.
"Haaawwn... done?"
Around then, Go Min-ji woke. The soundproof booth door opened; Chairman Go Yeong-man and Jo Gi-han 9-dan emerged.
Long-time watchers rose in applause. Us too.
"Grhahahaha!!"
Grandfather waved heartily, booming with laughter. Bad Go etiquette, but he couldn't hold back.
Wow, so now 1-dan Go Yeong-man?
Pro Go player Go Yeong-man... unimaginable.