The Scoundrel Himself
"Ughhh...."
The moment I boarded the AV headed for Incheon, I let out all my tension and sank into the seat. It was impossible to relax fully around all my direct-line relatives, so this moment felt even more blissful.
'Wanted to fuck my aunt one more time. Damn, missed out.'
There just wasn't time. With Grandfather's Go debut, everything else got shoved aside as we rushed over. Once dinner ended and a bit of leisure time hit, everyone scattered. Go Min-young was no exception. All we managed was a quick kiss out of sight before parting. What a shame.
"Hoo...."
As I sprawled out, savoring the plush seat's embrace, the flight attendants accompanying me on this Incheon trip bowed deeply with perfect poise.
"We'll make your trip comfortable, young master."
If it were my personal AV, Im Sua would be up front in the cockpit, with Baekseol and a couple others by my side. But this was the one from Taeyang Palace, so it came with its own assigned crew.
'Maybe I should assign my own dedicated flight attendants.'
The size was no different from what I usually flew. Plenty of room to bring crew along without issue.
'Could just use my pussy houses for that... but flight attendants have their own special flavor.'
I snapped my fingers at the prettiest one. She was off to the right, so she stepped forward diagonally toward me.
"Yes, young master."
"Suck my dick."
"...!"
She flinched. Probably the first time she'd heard an order like that. She quickly exchanged glances with the other attendants. But soon enough,
"Y-yes... under...stood."
She came forward, dropped to her knees, and started unzipping my pants.
Tzzzzip.
'Amateurish.'
The sensation wasn't anything special. Just the vibe of someone trying hard. Still, there was this inexplicable stability and thrill to it.
While receiving the flight attendant's blowjob, I sorted through the day's events.
Grandfather had become a pro Go player, and thrilled by it, he'd gifted me something big: a bill for permanent special prosecutor offices.
Since it was a direct order from Grandfather, it'd pass smoothly. I didn't know the exact details yet, but it'd be a huge boost for my gradual takeover of Incheon.
Just being able to deploy special prosecutors anytime was massive power. That's why they limited it to 100 days normally.
'Even then, Incheon's prosecutor's office could only hold it for 70 days internally, with 30 more only if the assembly approved.'
In-aeun's special probe was supposed to wrap up soon under normal rules. I'd stretch it to infinity.
'Link it with my private prison, and I'd own a chunk of Incheon's judiciary and enforcement.'
In-aeun, gripping real power at the Provisional Permanent Special Prosecutor Office, picks targets (on my say-so), her underlings smash them, drag 'em in, and judges under the office slam down quick verdicts straight into my private prison.
Then I redesign and repurpose the inmates to my taste with all the facilities in my prison.
'Men get Terminator'd on the spot. Young, pretty women? Life sentences with no parole in my slammer.... Perfect plan.'
No more cover-up costs when I had to bend laws to kill or crush someone. Why hide if it's legal? Do it openly.
Of course, some assholes would bitch about it being an outrageous evil law.
'Long-term, gotta strip voting rights too.'
Incheon was the only autonomous South Korean city open to Chinese and North Koreans, even letting them vote. But Chinese needed 30+ years residency for their offspring to vote, so they weren't fully exercising it yet. Had to yank those rights before they did.
'Too much for me right now, though. Just keep it in mind.'
And my secretary office at Prestige was getting restored. I'd planned to suggest it, but Grandfather beat me to it—made things easier. Apparently, it'd take about a week to staff. By then, touring Prestige HQ sounded good.
'Been a while. Wonder how Seo Aram's doing.'
Has that initial gloomy, insecure vibe changed? In the game, she wasn't that much of a loner; must've been the hard times twisting her personality. Things improve, so should she.
"Sua, any word from Prestige?"
"Yes. About the secretary office setup, and Jang Kyung-su."
"You're chief there, so build it around you. Members go without saying.... You know."
"Yes, master. Pretty, sexy, delicious women at the core."
Hm. Perfect as always.
"What about that Jang Kyung-su prick?"
Time for the backlog reports.
No major surprises. Jang Kyung-su was bitching as expected; everything else smooth.
"Wants to deal Wednesday this week."
"This Wednesday?"
Usually, if a Saturday shipment flops, they push to next Saturday, right? Or not? Whatever.
"Guy's in a rush. Only been a few days."
"Says nothing more about price."
"Then proceed."
"Yes."
That was the headline item. We reviewed and checked ongoing stuff: LUMINA and Nokono-go Girls status, private prison licensing prep, Muyul Finance FSC review, PMC setup progress, Namdong Industrial land buys, Goryeo Enter HQ candidates, round 2 auditions, agency and real estate scouting, In-aeun special probe, etc.
Holy shit, so much? Was I spreading myself this thin?
"Mind-blowing."
"It's... not that much...."
"Time to delegate. Nokono HQ rejected my final offer, right?"
"Yes."
"Once back, track Nokono-go Girls' movements and drag 'em to me. You can handle it, Sua? Fresh implants and all."
"Me personally?"
"Yeah. Take PMC Red Team and give it a shot."
"Understood, master."
Turn Nokono HQ into No-Con HQ, then leverage Rainbow Miracle's Kang Emilia and their rep for a two-person deputy system to run Enter on autopilot. No more babysitting.
Squish.
"Guhk?!"
"Suck better, you bitch. All day on this?"
I grabbed the flight attendant's face and shook her like a masturbation toy.
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"Good work. Head home for today."
"Yes. Don't push too hard, President. Fighting!"
"Sure."
Na Tae-hee sank into her chair, watching her exhausted but hopeful employee leave. Nearly a month of four-hour sleep nights had her body creaking everywhere; stray a thought, and she'd nod off.
But no time for lazy sleep. Her nurtured Nokono-go Girls had exploded unexpectedly, flooding her with work.
"Just... this week.... Just till week's end.... Then straight to Free America...."
She'd planned to bolt ages ago. Blame LUMINA—no, fear of Goryeo Enter and its rep: Go Mu-yeol.
Infamous playboy scum and womanizer in entertainment. Lately posturing about idols' sexual self-determination and standard contracts like some feminist, but at core, a filthy rapist.
Her own daughter, Nokono-go Girls leader Kang Chae-ryul, nearly got raped by him! Sure, it started with their side picking a fight, but the near-rape was fact.
Left her daughter with trauma-ish scars. That's why she was grinding activities harder. Who knew when his claws would reach again? Hence Free America.
But money was the snag. Tiny agency like Nokono HQ couldn't ditch the cash cow girls were printing.
Ads, TV gigs, investments pouring in daily—abandon for unproven Free America? Tough call.
Goryeo Enter was quiet too. Steady M&A feelers with veiled threats, but no big moves.
So... milking the fame a bit longer okay? Even Chae-ryul, near-rape victim, agreed. Too wasteful to leave now.
'Yeah. One week max. Grind schedules this week, then Free America.'