## Chapter 158 – 16. Gominji’s Night.
Ugh, but showing violent scenes to family is kinda… something.
It’s embarrassing.
– Hey, you can throw a punch pretty well, huh? Is that the executioner stance?
– What’s that supposed to mean?
– Is your wrist okay? Didn’t it break? LOL
– Don’t even mention it. I’m injured right now.
– LOL, that’s hilarious.
– Hey, chubby people are surprisingly solid. Softness is a type of hardness, LOL.
– LOL.
– Plump ones are worse; my wrist kills.
– Hurts.
Gominji was typing so fast she even made typos as she rattled off the messages.
She’d sent over ten messages in a short time before, and it seemed like once she got excited, she’d just keep hammering away.
– Have you hit a lot of people?
– Yeah. What else would I be doing? That’s what I do.
What else? You should be working as a director at Militerris, you idiot.
– But hey, did you actually go into the Namdong Industrial Complex?
– No. Of course, I’m staying nearby. Why would I go in there?
– No, you should go in and join the fun. When else would you get an opportunity like this?
Opportunity my ass.
I’d be lucky not to get shot by a stray bullet.
Even here is dangerous enough.
– Would you have gone in if you were me, Sis?
– If I were you, I’d have gone in with a bow. Or, no. Maybe I’d have used a different weapon this time? I’m kinda interested in weapons.
Gominji went on and on about what suit she would wear and what weapon she would use if she were near the Namdong Industrial Complex.
As expected, her tastes were a million miles away from mine, or rather, from most people. She was a strange person.
‘She’s really hard to deal with.’
It’s like she sucks the energy out of me.
As the eldest grandson of the Goryeo Group, I usually don’t feel this way, but she’s from the same direct line and I can never figure her out, so she’s especially difficult to deal with.
– Hey, you haven’t forgotten about our appointment on December 5th, have you? Come the day before? Friday night?
Anyway, I’m trying to deal with her as smoothly as possible, but today the conclusion was the same.
Don’t forget the appointment.
Seriously, how many times is she going to say it?
Do you think I wouldn’t go?
‘Is she lonely?’
I couldn’t help but think that.
She keeps saying it every time she talks to me, so it must be pretty bad.
‘Ugh. I’ll go, I’ll go.’
– Yeah. I’ll go the day before.
– Okay.
I ended the chat with Gominji and exited the conversation window.
I saw the steamy chat window I had with Gominyoung yesterday.
I went in as if possessed.
“…Damn.”
An incredible feast of flesh…
That Gominyoung was taking pictures of her pussy and sending them to me,
Digging into her flesh with slender fingers, sending videos of her thrusting until she was wet.
The conversations we had were things I could never show anyone else, so every moment I read them, I got excited and hard.
It was practically sex.
Gominyoung and I had phone sex.
“Ugh.”
I skimmed through them, thinking about her.
Hot body, hot flesh, hot moans, hot embrace…
And her responsiveness was the best, and the feeling of her…
“Wait a minute. What if…”
A thought flashed through my mind, and I reopened the chat window with Gominji.
Then I looked through our conversation history.
“Hmm.”
Gominji too…
As Gominyoung’s daughter, she’s naturally pretty.
Her crazy personality and eccentric hobbies ruin it, but she’s still from that bloodline, so it can’t be helped.
Besides, she’s rolling in money, right? How much amazing care is she getting?
Of course, the taste of her flesh would be… top-notch.
“Damn it.”
Gominji…
Gominji…
Could it be, is there a chance??
“No, even so… maybe not?”
To put it a bit exaggeratedly, I think Gominji is doing something close to ‘obsessing’ over me right now.
She doesn’t send messages every day, but every time she does, she pours out a huge amount of text, and she also subtly helps me out, and she keeps pestering me to come see her, so there are some parts that are hard to think of as a normal cousin relationship.
If I hadn’t had hot sex with Gominyoung, I wouldn’t have even thought this far.
But Gominyoung is casually enjoying sex with me, her nephew, and Gominji is her daughter.
Could that really have no influence…?
“Maybe not? Is this just a loser’s fantasy?”
That’s more likely.
For a cousin to allow her body…
It’s not easy, right?
There’s no motive to…
“Hmm.”
…If you consider that the direct line is very sensitive to blood, it’s not like there’s no motive…
“Ugh.”
I was about to get deep in thought, but I ruffled my hair wildly.
“I don’t know. I’ll know when I go. What’s the point of thinking about it now? There’s no answer.”
Let’s just vaguely keep the possibility open.
That’s the best I can do.
“Just in case, I always have to keep my dick in top condition.”
I returned to the tent and called Seunghee.
Because of my orders, she was still measuring the size of my dick every day.
I showed her my dick.
“Did it get bigger?”
“…”
She moved her lips silently, then knelt down and measured my dick.
Then she stood up and said with a troubled expression.
“Um… there’s still no difference today…”
No way.
My Stamina stat has increased so much, how can the size of my dick stay the same?
I definitely feel the difference when I use it. Considering the throbbing sensation and everything else, it must have gotten bigger.
“Measure it again.”
“…”
Seunghee measured the size again.
She carefully and meticulously wrapped the measuring tape around my erect dick.
Then she sighed softly and lowered her head.
“Still, the same-,”
I snatched her up, laid her on the bed, and thrust between her legs.
“Ahhk?!”
“Measure it with your pussy. Didn’t it get bigger!”
I thrust wildly.
I poured out all the excitement I had from the Go family women onto Seunghee.
She was thrust into endlessly, but she never said that my dick had gotten bigger.
It was unfortunate.
+++
I stayed in the tent over the weekend.
Since people’s awareness of me has increased, I needed to take advantage of it.
I went around the Namdong Industrial Complex, encouraging the city defense forces and the police, and showed my face to the prosecutors.
Of course, I didn’t forget to sleep with my fucktoys, Lee Na-eun and Seo Hyun-joo, and the newly joined Kim Eun-ji.
This was Kim Eun-ji’s first time, and I held a makeshift fucktoy meeting inside the tent and consummated the act in a somewhat atmospheric situation.
She was in pain, but she endured it for me, and finally received my fruit with her pussy.
Since I had cum inside her, she was now my possession and fucktoy.
I no longer use honorifics with her. Unless it’s a public setting.
It had been a while since I had tasted Seo Hyun-joo.
I thoroughly savored the deep taste of the mature milf (virgin), and I made her do a naked dogeza and fucked her like I did the first time, and the excitement was amazing.
It felt like a trigger had been created? It felt like an excitement switch had been created, like, “This is how you eat Seo Hyun-joo-.”
Anyway, after spending the weekend like that, it was Monday morning.
I returned to the artificial island villa.
I didn’t feel the need to stay any longer, and the reporters were starting to swarm too much, which was annoying.
It’s not like I’m going into politics, but I’m getting too much attention.
I should stay out of the public eye for a while and kill my presence.
The first thing I did after returning to the villa was to check on Ha Eun-young and Ma Yeon-joo.
I had put the two of them together to completely corrupt Ha Eun-young, but there hadn’t been much change yet.
“Ha Eun-young’s mental state has dropped a bit, but she’s still holding up. It’ll take a little more time.”
“Okay. Tell Ma Yeon-joo to talk to her more.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, and if Yeon-joo wants anything, fulfill it as much as possible.”
“Understood.”
There’s nothing to see with Ma Yeon-joo herself.
Since the chastity belt is working well. There shouldn’t be any major problems in her daily life.
After checking on Ha Eun-young, I walked around the artificial island and planned.
“That side is where the prison will go, and then around that-,”
There was a big difference between looking at a map and seeing it directly from the sky.
It felt more real.
It felt like I could think better too.
After giving various instructions, it was evening.
When I returned to the villa, I saw Dahn-tto walking around, munching on a chocolate bar.
She even had a Zero Coke in one hand.
Is that bitch’s walk even meaningful?
I immediately went over and smacked her ass.
“Kyaheung?!”
Dahn-tto jumped and dropped the chocolate bar she was holding in her mouth.
“Kyaaaaaak?!!!”
She covered her face with both hands and screamed.
“The, the chocolate bar…!!”
“Hey, you bitch. I told you to take a walk, but you’re holding a chocolate bar. How is that a walk?”
I looked at her secretary, and she lowered her head with a troubled expression.
It seemed like Dahn-tto had been acting up.
She’s having a great time.
“Her colleagues are having their bodies torn apart right now, and she’s leisurely holding a chocolate bar.”
“Ugh… Not, not colleagues…”
Dahn-tto was whining and about to bend her knees.
She seemed to be wondering whether to pick up the chocolate bar or not.
I was dumbfounded and stomped on the chocolate bar with my foot.
“Kieeeeeek?!!”
“Three seconds have passed.”
“Ah…”
Dahn-tto collapsed.
Was she always this kind of character?
“Hey, you, go run ten laps around the yard.”
“Hiek??”
