The Question at Midnight
"Honey, cum inside me," Jang Eun-ha whispered.
Han-seok decided, for now, to just ride out the situation.
He worked his hips in slow, measured strokes, careful not to make a sound. Eun-ha's eyes stayed fixed on her phone, ringing on the bed beside them. She seemed to be getting off on this predicament just as much as he was. Every time his thick cock slid in and out, the crown dragged a fresh handful of clear nectar out of her drooling depths.
"I'll take it. Really."
"Suit yourself. Ah—look at you squeezing down. You're about to come, aren't you?"
Eun-ha pressed the call button and switched straight to speaker.
"Hello?"
[Huh? Eun-ha? It's Dad.]
"Yes?"
[Hello? Can you hear me?]
"Go ahead."
[I heard you're in Korea. Why don't you come home? Where are you?]
Han-seok clamped both hands around Eun-ha's ass and drove his cock forward until it bottomed out deep inside her. Eun-ha bit back a moan.
"Mmngh. At home. Why?"
[Eun-ha, are you feeling sick?]
"No. What did you want to say?"
[Eun-ha, today is Dad's birthday.]
"I saw it on TV earlier and congratulated you remotely."
[...Dad's been waiting to have dinner together when our Eun-ha comes home.]
"Why? Why don't you eat with your brand-new wife instead."
[Eun-ha.]
Jang Min-jun said her name in a stern, reproachful voice. Eun-ha's brow furrowed.
"Sounds like you have company."
[Dad will skip dinner and wait. Let's have dinner together, just this once. Okay?]
"No thanks. Don't wait up. I'm busy."
[Working late?]
"No."
Then Eun-ha turned her head toward Han-seok.
"Honey. Harder."
Han-seok picked up the pace. The lewd, rhythmic slap of flesh rang out unmistakably into the receiver.
[...]
"I'm working out with my boyfriend right now. I'll hang up. Aaahng, honey, yes—"
[...]
"Cum inside. All of it, every drop of your cum. Hurry."
Han-seok pounded into her with abandon. Eun-ha's cries rang out sharp and shameless.
"Aaaahng! Ah! Ah!"
Click.
The call went dead. Han-seok let out a quiet snort of laughter.
"Your boyfriend, am I? Hm?"
"Mmmh—hurry up and come, honey. Get me pregnant with your cum. Mmngh."
"Ah—"
Han-seok squeezed his eyes shut and unloaded into his exclusive pussy. Only a few spurts left him, yet he could feel her depths filling to the brim with hot liquid. Eun-ha hit her climax at the same time, her walls clamping down as her hips convulsed. In the end the pressure overwhelmed her—the pale flood burst out through the gaps around the cock still plugged inside her.
She collapsed forward onto the bed, chest heaving against the sheets. It hadn't been the semen alone that did it.
"Ugh—uuuugh!"
The sheer thrill of being fucked by her father's friend while her father was listening had hurled her into an orgasm far stronger than usual.
"Haah. Haah. Haah."
For a long while Eun-ha convulsed and soaked the sheets, then lay there with her eyes glazed over, breathing like a woman at the end of her strength. Han-seok stroked the small of her back.
"I bet Min-jun's proud right now. Our little girl's all grown up."
"What a hilarious joke. Ha. Ha. Ha."
"Come here."
Han-seok lay down beside Eun-ha and drew her into his arms. Nestled against his chest, she toyed lazily with his nipple using her fingertips.
"Call me 'honey' sometimes," Han-seok joked. "It does something for me."
"Hnnnngh."
With a petulant sulk he'd never seen from her before, she buried her face against his chest. Han-seok chuckled softly.
Ahn Byung-gook had summoned all four of his sons.
Ahn Sung-chul's instincts had been screaming at him for a month now that something had gone horribly wrong. A full month had passed, and he still hadn't solved the riddle his father had posed.
I have two hundred years left to live—why would I desperately cling to something like BD, of all things?
Bring me the answer within the month.
And understand this—if you're the one who fails to find it, whichever of the other three gets it right will inherit the holding company.
Why was his father so obsessed with creating BD? Sung-chul had summoned the president and executives of Cheonseong Bio and forced them to produce an answer. After endless meetings, the conclusion they arrived at was [Create a drug of immortality and contribute to human society].
Right. Father wants me to hold a grand vision like this. Yes. That has to be it.
So a week ago, Sung-chul had delivered that answer to his father.
"Mm. Whew—understood."
A short reply, heavy with sighs.
And then just yesterday came the summons: all brothers, no exceptions. The moment he received it, Sung-chul tore open the president of Cheonseong Bio's stash of joints.
"Anyone with eyes could see that wasn't the answer."
He was anxious. He racked his brains all day, and in the end he still had nothing.
The next day, the four sons gathered at Ahn Byung-gook's residence. The Chairman of Cheonseong Group sat at the head of the living room sofa, and on either side of him sat his four heirs—the eldest, Ahn Sung-chul (48); the second son, Ahn Sung-min (45); the third, Ahn Sung-jun (40); and the youngest, Ahn Sung-yong (28).
Ahn Sung-yong, who had received BD200 before he turned twenty, looked like he could have still been in high school.
In the suffocating tension, Ahn Byung-gook finally spoke.
"I called you all here to choose my successor."
The three brothers besides Sung-chul widened their eyes in theatrical surprise.
"What's with the identical shocked-face routine? Hm? Like father, like sons, I suppose."
Ahn Byung-gook snorted. Then he continued.
"The successor is..."
Every eye in the room locked onto him, taut with anticipation. The Chairman of Cheonseong Group opened his mouth.
"There isn't one."
The eyes of all four sons trembled. Sung-chul's face showed flickers of relief.
"I intend to keep going myself."
The second son, Sung-min, forced an awkward laugh.
"Of course, Father. You've been rejuvenated by BD, so it makes perfect sense for you to carry on."
"However—"
Ahn Byung-gook swept his gaze across his four sons.
"If any one of you solves my question first before midnight tonight, that man becomes my successor. And to the successor, I will hand over the chairman's seat within the year."
As they all stood dumbfounded, Ahn Byung-gook posed the question.
"My single highest priority is for Cheonseong to create a drug like BD. Think it through, each of you, and tell me why I would want such a thing."
The youngest, Sung-yong, raised his hand.
"Starting now, Father?"
"I said before midnight, you little brat," Sung-chul snapped.
His glare made it plain what he thought of a kid brazen enough to covet the succession. Ahn Byung-gook rose from his seat.
"I've already eaten, so the four of you can have dinner together in the annex and talk it over if you like. Brothers should be close. When hard times come, the only ones you can lean on are your brothers."
"I'll take them and get them fed," Sung-chul said.
"Then I'll be in my study drinking wine. If any of you figures out the answer, come find me. You each get one chance to answer—so choose your words carefully."
Ahn Byung-gook stood, and the four sons rose with him. Once their father had climbed to the second floor, the eldest spoke up.
"None of you have eaten, right? Let's have a meal together for once."
The third son, who had kept quiet until now, finally opened his mouth.
"I have somewhere to be, actually. I have no interest in Father's question. If this was all he wanted, I wouldn't have come."
The second son grinned.
"Hey, hey. Sung-jun. If you're not interested, can't you at least tell us what answer you came up with before you go? Just for reference."
Sung-jun was the one whom Ahn Byung-gook had long acknowledged as the sharpest of the four. Even Sung-chul and Sung-yong, despite pretending otherwise, were clearly itching to hear what he had to say.
Sung-jun smiled.
"Then shall we each offer one? If all three of you share yours, I'll share mine."
Sung-min went first.
"Beats me. I figured he just wants to live a long time."
Sung-jun looked at the youngest.
"What about you, Sung-yong?"
"The only thing I can come up with is that a true immortality drug would make money."
Then everyone turned to Sung-chul. He crossed his arms and spoke with grave deliberation.
"Isn't Father looking for a successor with a grand vision? A drug that brings humanity to the threshold of immortality—a contribution to human society. That's the kind of answer he'd be hoping for, wouldn't it?"
Sung-min and Sung-yong instantly pivoted toward Sung-jun. Everyone could read between the lines: the eldest's answer had already been shot down by their father once before.
Sung-jun said simply,
"If I were you, I wouldn't answer today at all."
The other three looked at him, baffled.
"I have a hunch what the answer might be. But if it were me, before answering anything, I'd move heaven and earth to track down Jane Lilith—the woman who created BD—and meet her face to face. And then I'd ask her. We're trying to make this same drug, and the Chairman's thinking goes something like this—why do you suppose that is? Then I'd go to Father and tell him, 'I've already met with Jane, and we talked about this and that...'—framing my answer that way. It leaves the impression that you actually went out and did the legwork to find the answer, doesn't it?"
Sung-min scratched his head.
"Ugh—always with the damn runaround. Fine, so what's the answer in your head already?"
"If Cheonseong Bio created a drug that approaches immortality, Father would live long and rake in enormous profits. But that's not the answer he wants. So what would it be? Try thinking in reverse."
"Reverse? Ugh, come on, just give us a hint. A hint."
"A hint? The hint is [Records]."
"Records...?"
Sung-chul muttered the word under his breath.
"Well then, I'm off. I should be having dinner with my kids instead of wasting time on this. What a pointless exercise."
Sung-jun left the mansion. The remaining three exchanged glances, but no answer came to any of them.
In the spacious annex of the mansion, the three brothers had finished their dinner—and were now enjoying dessert on the bed at the far end of the room.
Naked between Ahn Sung-yong and Ahn Sung-min was the big-chested idol that Sung-chul had received from their father not long ago. Sung-yong took her pussy from below while Sung-min alternated, hammering into her ass.
"Huaaaaahng!"
the idol moaned. Sung-min groaned in appreciation.
"Ooh. Hyung-nim, she's fantastic. You're not joining us?"
"I get plenty. You two enjoy."
Sung-chul was smoking a cigarette, nude, by the window he'd cracked open. Sung-min pulled out of her ass and said,
"Sung-yong, come up here."
"Yes, hyung."
As Sung-min lay down, the idol climbed on top of him on her own.
"Aaahng."
Once Sung-yong was standing, he offered his cock to her mouth, and she began riding Sung-min in an M-shaped grind while expertly sucking him off in turn. Watching the scene, Sung-chul stubbed out his cigarette and climbed onto the bed. He stood facing Sung-yong, and the idol took hold of both their cocks, alternating between them with her tongue.
"You two slipped out during dinner, didn't you," Sung-chul said. "What did you tell Father?"
He looked back and forth between them. Sung-yong answered cautiously, watching his brother's mood.
"I, uh... I didn't actually go to Father. I just stepped out to the bathroom for a bit..."
"I was on the phone with my wife," Sung-min said, kneading the idol's breasts. "Haven't gone to Father yet either. What about you, hyung-nim? You only just came back. Did you give him your answer?"
"No. I got halfway there and turned around—I couldn't for the life of me figure out what to say."
"That sneaky little shit, Sung-jun. What would it have cost him to share? Am I right, hyung-nim?"
Just then—
The annex door burst open with a bang.
It was the mansion's head steward. To so rudely throw open a door while knowing full well what kind of private business went on in this room was unheard of. There had to be a reason grave enough to justify it.
"What the hell! Fuck!"
Sung-chul roared. The head steward, his face drained bone-white, forced the words out.
"Th-the Chairman... he's dead."