Chapter 64: Sexual Bribery Trip with the Association Chairman (5)
Chapter 64: Sexual Bribery Trip with the Association Chairman (5)
“We’re here.”
From start to finish, the Uncle had taken full charge of booking our accommodations for this trip. I’d been curious, but he’d kept it a total secret, claiming he wouldn't let a single detail leak. He said something about wanting it to be a surprise to blow me away.
‘I mean, it’s probably just a hotel, right?’
I didn't think much of it. While I certainly couldn't match the wealth of a man who had been a 1st Generation Hero and now held immense power as the Association Chairman, I still made a decent living myself.
I just hadn't been active as a hero long enough to amass a huge fortune yet, but even now, I had the financial power to splurge on most things I wanted. Compared to others my age, I was probably in the top 1 percent.
‘It’s just that people like Shin Tae-geon, the son of the Shinhwa Group chairman, or the Association Chairman are on a completely different level.’
Since I took pride in not falling behind anyone, I didn't think a standard hotel would surprise me. I figured the Chairman’s grand ambition to keep it a secret was just him being overly dramatic.
“I-Is this the place…?”
But this was on a completely different scale.
A Hanok hotel situated on a high hill with a sweeping view of the ocean. This was where we were staying tonight. Considering the scenery and accessibility, building something here must have cost an astronomical amount, and the sheer size of it easily surpassed my imagination.
“I didn't know a place like this existed in Korea…”
“Haha, of course it does. It’s because it’s Korea that we have Hanok hotels.”
The biggest draw of this hotel was, indeed, that it was a ‘Hanok.’
I remembered hearing about them, but I’d never actually visited one. It was a given that it was a well-made five-star hotel, but it also incorporated the unique traditional Korean design of a Hanok.
“It’s beautiful…”
Though it was called a hotel, it was nothing like the typical perception of one. It wasn't the kind of place where rooms lined a long hallway and you just checked into one. It felt more like they were handing over an entire traditional estate.
From the moment we confirmed the reservation to when we unpacked, the Uncle kept spouting TMI about Hanok hotels, but I just wandered around, half-dazed. Unlike the exterior, the interior featured a Western-style decor that didn't feel like a Hanok at all, but even that was stunning.
“We could have just swam here instead of going to the beach.”
In the courtyard, there was a large swimming pool positioned to overlook the open night sea and the lush forest. Inside, there were plenty of unique facilities, like a cypress sauna that looked like it would melt away fatigue instantly. I didn't have the energy to play in the pool since we’d already been to the beach, but I found the sauna quite useful.
True to the Hanok hotel theme, we polished off a lavish Hanjeongsik dinner. Afterward, the Uncle patted his belly—which looked a bit thicker than usual—and looked at me.
“So, how is it? Do you like it?”
“…It’s amazing.”
It was a completely honest answer. Sensing my sincerity, the Uncle grinned with satisfaction.
But we both knew. This wasn't just being given to me for free. From the very beginning, the main dish of the night wasn't the pool, the sauna, or the traditional dinner. It was something else entirely.
“You’re not going to sleep right after eating, are you?”
“Of course not.”
“Good. I brought some rare liquor to celebrate the trip. How about a drink?”
“Sounds great. Alcohol is a must for any trip.”
Our words aligned perfectly, like a rehearsed script. The surprising part was that this was all ad-libbed. We were naturally transitioning toward a drinking session as if it had been planned all along.
“But Min-jeong, since we’re drinking, why don't we do it properly?”
“Huh? What do you mean by properly?”
It wasn't that I had a high tolerance. I could gulp down low-alcohol drinks just fine, but once things got heavy—meaning high-proof stuff—I couldn't hold my own and would pass out in an instant.
Come to think of it, the drugs from the Aphrodisiac King and alcohol might have something in common. They both easily crush ordinary people, but even someone formidable can be rendered helpless when the real deal shows up. Does even the invincible Magical Girl Floss have a weakness?
‘Well, I just have to make sure I don't get caught in a real fight.’
Of course, I wasn't worried. I wouldn't get drugged while fighting on the front lines. Drugs only work once they enter the body. All I have to do is block them from entering in the first place.
“I’m not that confident in my drinking capacity.”
“No, I’m not talking about your tolerance. We’re at a Hanok hotel, and the liquor I brought is traditional.”
“Mmhmm?”
So what did he want? As I tilted my head, the Uncle cleared his throat and spoke.
“…I heard they rent out special clothes here.”
*
What is TPO?
It’s a fashion term standing for Time, Place, and Occasion—the idea that one should dress according to the situation. Wearing black to a funeral or a swimsuit to a pool are examples.
And right now, the Uncle was asking me to observe TPO. On a night at a Hanok hotel, prepared to drink heavily, what would be the appropriate attire? It certainly wasn't the Golden Bikini he’d gifted me, and it definitely wasn't the casual clothes I’d worn to the hotel.
‘…All done.’
Since the Hanok hotel offered a rental service, I’d borrowed a Hanbok. This was my fashion for tonight’s drinking session. Honestly, it was more because the Uncle asked than my own will.
‘But this is a bribery trip, after all.’
Since I knew exactly what stance I needed to take on this trip, I decided to be proactive. Even if that just meant picking the one Hanbok from the options that the Uncle would like most.
‘Maybe this one.’
At first, I looked for something innocent and pure. Appearing like a noble lady who knew nothing of the world, only to be pounced on by a pot-bellied old man… how should I put it? It felt like the daughter of a fallen family being wrongly taken by a corrupt official, which was a pretty hot thought.
But I changed my mind at the last second. Since this was a bribery trip, that kind of story didn't quite fit. I do love stories where a high-born lady is ruthlessly taken and broken by a servant. In fact, that’s more my style.
‘But this is a bribery trip, right?’
Then I needed to cater to the Uncle’s tastes rather than my own. What would be a more "old-school" and mature theme? While agonizing over it like an adult content creator, one outfit caught my eye.
‘A gisaeng’s dress.’
Courtesans, commonly known as gisaeng. Nowadays, the perception is something akin to a prostitute, but they were actually more like multi-talented artists. Some famous ones, like Hwang Jin-yi, were brilliant writers who interacted with the nobility and were intellectuals with many talents.
But that’s just historical fact. In any case, the various elements established as characteristics of a gisaeng are often interpreted in a lewd sense. The way they did their makeup, the elaborate hairpieces, and how they dressed more flamboyantly and suggestively than other women.
‘Jewelry… right, there are earrings too. I can't use a hairpin since I have short hair. Maybe a hair clip instead…’
Of course, I wasn't doing a full gisaeng cosplay, so I didn't care much about historical accuracy. I just wanted him to realize at a glance that I was trying to play the part.
To do that, I had to focus more on my speech and behavior than the clothes themselves. As for the outfit, aside from the accessories, it was enough to wear a black jeogori and a blue skirt without looking too clean or innocent.
‘I guess I’m more careful about the parts that aren't visible than the parts that are.’
Surprisingly, I spent more time agonizing over which panties to wear than the Hanbok itself, but that’s another story.
Regardless, I was proud of my choice, given how much time I’d spent on it. I had been wearing plain white government-issue panties, but what I changed into… I had a feeling it would be my trump card for this trip.
“You’re here. Everything is ready, so come sit and drink.”
“M-My Lord~”
“???”
I finally stepped out into the courtyard of the banquet area—a place designed for comfortable drinking both indoors and out—and sat at the prepared table. Then, as planned, I pushed the gisaeng concept hard. I hadn't told him, but the Uncle was playing the role of the nobleman who had summoned me.
“…Is this a gisaeng concept?”
“A concept? Hohoho. Whatever do you mean?”
Trying to force an old-fashioned way of speaking required a lot of "cringe tolerance," but considering how obscenities naturally poured out of my mouth when I was being fucked, this was nothing. I naturally acted out the part of a gisaeng straight out of a historical drama.
“Hahaha, that’s a unique concept you’ve got there. I like it.”
“Oh, stop it. Please, accept a drink from this young girl.”
“Yes, yes, I will. Pour it here, Min-jeong.”
“Yes, My Lord♡”
Did I hit his preference perfectly? As I acted cute and clung to his arm, pressing my large breasts against him, the Uncle couldn't stop laughing. The heavy bulge in his crotch was a bonus. I debated whether to go straight to sex, but decided to wait a bit.
‘I have to drink first.’
He said he bought incredibly expensive, special traditional liquor; I couldn't just skip it. If I were being pounded by a cock, I’d definitely forget all about the alcohol, so it was better to drink now.
‘And there’s something I want to ask.’
I wanted to test the waters with him. Ideally, after a bit of alcohol was in our systems.
‘Whether it’s true that the interviews are actually sexual bribery.’
I was already certain, but I wanted to hear it from his own mouth. How he came up with the idea of using "interviews" as a cover for female heroes to provide sexual favors in exchange for rank adjustments. I also wanted to hear any lewd stories that came out of that process.
Assuming he admitted it was all true, my biggest question was something else.
Why were those women just summoned to the Association Chairman’s office or a simple dinner for their "services," while he was spending a fortune to take me on a trip? And why did he call me when I hadn't even asked for a rank adjustment?
“Now, drink up~ Bottoms up~♡”
“Am I the only one drinking? You have to drink too, Min-jeong! Hahaha!”
“Oh, you don't have to pour for me!”
“You’re pouring for me, so shouldn't I return the favor? But since it’s you pouring, the alcohol somehow tastes even better.”
Amidst the typical "old man" lines and the high-end traditional liquor, I started to feel hazy. My face and body were getting hot, but my head felt foggy. The alcohol was definitely kicking in.
‘It really was strong liquor…’
Then again, something the Uncle called "rare" wouldn't have a low alcohol content like fruit soju or convenience store beer. Feeling tipsy, I stared at the Uncle’s face through my narrowed vision. I felt like I was sitting still, but the world was swaying.
“I think you’ve had too much. Shouldn't we go inside and rest?”
“N-Nooo… I’m just… a bit hot…”
He wasn't trying to put me to bed. He was thinking about actual penetration. Even while we were pouring drinks for each other, the Uncle kept up the lewd contact—draping his arm over my shoulder, kneading my breasts, or stroking my ass.
I could understand. We’d been together all day doing all sorts of erotic things without going all the way, so it must have been hard to hold back. Was this really the same relationship that was like father and daughter not too long ago? Now, it was somewhere between sex partners and a sugar daddy arrangement.
“If you’re hot, maybe you should take some clothes off…”
“I said nooo…”
As much as I wanted to follow him like a puppy and lose my mind, I held back with superhuman patience. It was only because I barely managed to remember my original goal.
“Uncleee, you know the rumors… floating around the Association, right?”
“Rumors?”
“Yeah… hic! About how you only call the female heroes… mmgh, for interviews.”
“What about it?”
“People say it’s actually sexual bribery, that they’re putting out… you know those rumors…!”
The Uncle chuckled. He looked at me as if my question was trivial. That made me even more annoyed, so despite my face being flushed with intoxication, I downed the rest of my glass.
“Answeeer me…! I’m asking youuu…!”
“Hahaha, no, no. I wasn't ignoring you. I was just thinking for a second.”
“Is it… hic! Something you have to think about that long?!”
The Uncle didn't lose his smile and grinned for a while before answering.
“Fine. I’ll tell you. But before that, shouldn't I get a chance to ask a question too?”
“Ehehe?”
“What kind of sound is that… never mind. I’ll answer your question, so answer mine first.”
I pouted. I didn't care how I looked right now. I was just enjoying the floaty feeling in my head and accepted the Uncle’s nonsense logic.
“Fine! Fine! Then what do you want to ask?”
“It’s nothing much. What color are your panties today?”
“Ehey, that really is nothing.”
Just as the Uncle had chuckled at my question, I giggled too. I mean, wasn't it funny? This was the man who had rubbed his cock against my ass to ejaculate today and forced me to wear a Golden Bikini that was barely different from being naked. And now he was suddenly asking about my panty color?
I thought it was just a joke. And it seemed like it was.
‘I should pay back a joke with a joke.’
With that careless thought, I grabbed the hem of my skirt and lightly lifted it.
“Ta-da♡ Sorry to the perverted Uncle who was expecting something, but they’re just plain old white panties♡”
But immediately after, I realized something was wrong. The Uncle’s gaze was pinned to my crotch. His "third leg" was visibly swelling. And finally, I noticed the sensation of my panties, which had been annoying me earlier by digging into my pussy lips.
“Ehehe?”
…Wait a minute, did I forget?
Come to think of it, didn't I change my panties as a "trump card" when I changed into the Hanbok? I had taken off my plain white ones and changed into something else, thinking it would be a secret weapon to appeal to him when we finally had sex…
“I guess this is what they call a plot twist.”
A flame-like red was reflected in the Uncle’s burning eyes.
“A T-back under a Hanbok skirt. And a red one at that.”
Drip—
Arousal leaked out, soaking the Hanbok skirt.
It was the day "mild amnesia" was added to my list of drunken habits.