## Chapter 86 – 09. Militaries
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There exists a suffocating space.
Blackly crafted marble fills the walls, and above it, a digital hologram shimmers like a work of art, enveloping the space with slowly transforming light and color.
Cool white light descends softly from the ceiling.
Tables made of black chrome-finished metal and darkly tinted glass maintained their inherent color even under that light.
“Report.”
In an atmosphere so heavy one could feel the difference in air pressure, it was a woman who spoke first.
Seated at one end of the conference room, slightly elevated above the others, she issued commands with unwavering authority.
People swallowed hard and began their performance reports.
Each time they faced this moment, they felt as though ten years were being shaved off their lifespan.
“Kim Yong-min from the Aviation Business Division. The basic design for the first floating aircraft carrier ordered by the Republic of Korea’s Ministry of National Defense has been completed. Durability simulations for the hull structure are currently underway… (omitted) …If things proceed as expected, construction should be possible starting next year.”
“Cheon Man-soo from the Ground Forces Business Division. There was a problem… during the prototype testing of the 9th generation mecha MTX-5090TI.”
“Problem?”
Vice Chairman, Go Min-young, questioned for the first time.
Cheon Man-soo desperately ignored the cold sweat pouring down his face and continued.
“That is… In the case of the 9th generation mecha, it was developed with such high performance that there were limitations in maintaining the overall system’s output stably. In addition to that—”
“Explain specifically.”
He explained the problems for about ten minutes.
The 9th generation mecha, which Militaries was currently pouring its heart and soul into, was experiencing cracks in all areas due to its excessively high performance.
First, material fatigue. The mecha’s core structure could not withstand the excessive heat generation, causing certain parts to continuously deform or become damaged by the heat. This was especially severe around the ultra-high-output core, and the problem was that the cockpit where the pilot sat was right next to it. Considering the cost of training pilots (knights), this was a significant issue.
In addition, there were serious problems with maintaining the core’s output itself.
It was fine for a very short period, but the energy supply was so uneven that it could not even guarantee the minimum operation time required by Militaries.
“To put it bluntly… we need room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductors.”
“…”
The dream material, room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductors.
If that material, which maintains the properties of a superconductor simply by existing, were available, it would be possible to break through all the current obstacles.
The problem was that it was a dream material, and it was questionable whether room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductors were even possible in the first place.
Even Militaries, which possessed the strongest hyper-gap technology of the current generation, could not even begin to fathom it.
“…Continue the research for now. I will allow the output to be lowered by up to 5%.”
“Yes, Vice Chairman…”
The reports continued afterward.
Militaries was clearly just a company, but everything was proceeding on a scale that was impossible to imagine for a mere company.
They were planning to scrap all of their old-generation mechas, which cost hundreds of billions per unit, simply because they were outdated, and upgrade them.
They were mass-producing unnecessary unmanned tanks simply because there was space left in the underground headquarters.
They were starting to mass-produce ballistic missiles for no reason other than to secure economic feasibility.
A single company was doing things that even a country preparing for war would not do.
“The 300㎢-class island that the Vice Chairman ordered 13 years ago will have all construction procedures completed in about fifteen days. Accordingly, the handover ceremony will be held on November 11th off the coast of Nampo Port.”
Before long, they moved on to the artificial island part.
Here, Go Min-young was reminded of the island she had promised to give to her nephew.
She had added the condition that he be able to persuade her, but that was more of a formality, and she was already fully intending to give it to him.
“The ceremony is unnecessary. Send it directly to Shanghai as soon as the procedures are completed.”
“Shanghai…?”
“They won’t listen to words, so I need to show them definite power.”
“Yes. I understand. Vice Chairman.”
“And send my personal island in Tianjin to Incheon. I’m giving it to my nephew, so take the necessary steps in advance.”
“Yes.”
The dedicated armament for her nephew’s knight will also be completed in a few days.
‘It’s getting closer and closer.’
Soon,
Go Mu-yeol will come here.
Perhaps she will reap the rewards she has been waiting for for over 20 years.
While harboring expectations for that, she did not reveal them outwardly.
“Prepare the dedicated armament for my nephew thoroughly, and expedite the private jet as well.”
“Yes. Vice Chairman.”
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As it was Saturday, he had gathered his fucktoys and was having a grand fuckfest.
Especially today, he was receiving service from the upgraded Kang Emilia.
Highly valuing her exceptional sex skills, he had appointed her as the top fucktoy and she had taken the first sex service lecture from Jung Ga-in, the best fucktoy. It hadn’t been long, but her skills at sucking dick were already ominous.
“That’s it.”
Emilia, who was diligently sucking his dick while making eye contact with him, was like a seductive nine-tailed fox.
Just looking at her face made him hard.
Meanwhile, Jung Ga-in was stuck to his backside, diligently rimming his asshole.
She was still the only one who could do rimjobs properly, so he mostly left it to her.
Min Ji-ah’s future development goal was exactly this: proficient rimjob skills.
Service from both front and back.
Could he feel any better?
As he was spending such a hot day, he suddenly received a call from his aunt.
Not Min Ji-ah, but the real aunt, Go Min-young.
He paused the service for a moment and answered the phone.
“Yes, Aunt. How have you been?”
– “Yes. I’ve been well. Have you been well too?”
Her unique, dry voice.
But for some reason, he could feel that she was concerned about him.
“Yes. I’ve been well.”
– “I heard you made some profits from stocks recently. I didn’t know you had such talent. Congratulations.”
“Ah, ah, it’s not really talent. Aunt. I just got lucky.”
Talent my ass.
It’s just knowledge.
He didn’t know the first thing about stocks.
– “Luck is also a skill. Your father will have reevaluated you as well.”
“Ah… I see…”
Is this a good thing?
He didn’t know if she was making him have strange expectations for no reason.
The bigger the expectations, the bigger the disappointment.
– “Work hard. Money is no different from the body. Money is the most important part of your body after your brain, heart, and dick.”
She’s subtly emphasizing his dick.
“Yes. I will keep that in mind, Aunt.”
– “Yes. And the dedicated armament for your toy is almost complete. It will be able to operate without any problems next week. Will you come around Saturday?”
Baekseol’s dedicated armament…!
So much time has already passed.
Time really flies.
“You mean next Saturday? Yes. I will definitely go then.”
– “Yes. Is the persuasion preparation going well?”
“Yes. I am preparing thoroughly.”
– “…Is that so?”
Ah, did he put too much emphasis on it?
– “I’m looking forward to it since you’re preparing so thoroughly. Have you been working out hard?”
“Ah, yes. I do it every day.”
– “Doing it too much isn’t good either. You won’t be able to use your strength when you really need to. Don’t do it from the day before you come to me.”
She’s being incredibly meticulous.
Why is she so concerned about him using his strength…
Saying it like that makes him have strange thoughts.
Even the talk about ‘persuasion’ sounds subtly lewd.
‘Go Min-young… was incredibly beautiful…’
Min Ji-ah is considerable, but Go Min-young is the original (?).
He still couldn’t forget the first time he saw her.
What should he say, a high-pressure beauty?
That’s the only way he can express it, but he was simply overwhelmed by her elegant beauty.
‘Ah, fuck.’
The vaguely emerging memories, the sensation of being serviced just now,
And the sound of Go Min-young’s voice in his ear combined to create an unbearable excitement.
He cautiously inserted his dick into Emilia’s mouth while continuing the call with Go Min-young.
She makes an expression of disbelief but starts moving back and forth.
“Ugh.”
– “?”
He couldn’t help but moan at Emilia’s upgraded skills.
– “You’re making strange noises. Are you sick somewhere?”
“Ah, no, Aunt. It’s nothing. Nothing hurts at all.”
– “Hmm… Is that so?”
He continued the conversation after that.
Honestly, he didn’t have much to say, but Go Min-young seemed to have a lot to say, surprisingly.
Every time, he answered faithfully, and he exposed his moans about twice in the middle.
Of course, it wasn’t intentional…
‘Ah… this crazy thrill. Am I really crazy?’
– “…Nephew. It would be better to end the call now. It seems this aunt has been interfering with her nephew’s sex life.”
“Gasp, ah, no, Aunt.”
Shit, he got caught!
Well, she even had a daughter, so there’s no way she hasn’t had sex.
Of course, she would know what the sound was.
– “I’m glad you seem healthy. Let’s see each other next week.”
“…Yes. I’m sorry, Aunt.”
– “There’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s a good thing to be healthy.”
Go Min-young ended the call.
Fortunately, she didn’t seem angry, but she’s someone who doesn’t show her emotions, so he doesn’t know for sure.
“Ah, fuck, why did I do that.”
Ha.
Is it because of sex addiction?
Unbelievable.
