Sizzle.
I wasn’t sure how much ti had passed, but I was getting pretty hungry. Both she and I felt it—it was enough to disrupt the flow of our sex.
Perhaps sensing this, Kang Hyeyoung, the chief secretary, walked over to a shed-like structure in the garden, retrieved so at, and began grilling it.
“…Shall we eat first?”
“…Yes.”
Go Minyeong, who had just been enduring my relentless thrusts, kissed my forehead. I returned her kiss with a deep, passionate one of my own.
For a mont, the fire almost reignited, and we nearly fell into another round of sex, but I held back. We had all the ti in the world.
Better to fill our stomachs and pound even harder afterward.
Sizzle. Sizzle.
I walked over to where Kang Hyeyoung was grilling the at and sat down at the small, round table she’d set up. With only two of us, the table was just the right size—small and cozy, like the kind of place where you’d expect to share soju.
But, of course, here it was wine instead.
With smooth precision, Kang Hyeyoung began slicing the at. Her skills were exceptional as she worked the sharp knife, effortlessly cutting large chunks into perfectly cooked slices and then ticulously portioning them.
“You’re pretty good at this. Isn’t this sothing chefs usually handle?”
She ca closer to set the at on the table. I subtly took in her scent, letting my eyes roam over her figure, and made my comnt. Kang Hyeyoung responded in a calm tone.
“Cooking is part of the basic training in The Prestige.”
“Oh… Is that so?”
Why don’t my secretaries do this? Maybe I’ve never asked them to. I should test them all when I get back.
The at was phenonal. The cooking was flawless, evenly done, and perfectly seared.
Go Minyeong, clearly famished, kept bringing her fork to her mouth, chewing the at, and sipping wine.
Taking her ti to savor the flavors with the leisure and elegance you’d expect from soone of her status? Not at all. She stuffed her mouth while sipping wine in quick succession.
‘After getting pounded like that, it’s no wonder.’
Her body was still covered in sweat, and traces of my sen clung to her skin. If it weren’t for the garden’s perfect environntal system, she’d have caught a cold by now.
With the intensity of the workout we’d had, it was only natural for her to devour the food. And I was no different.
Even so, we didn’t eat in silence.
Once I felt a little more full, I moved closer to her, pulling my chair right up next to hers.
“…?”
She paused mid-chew, her eyes widening montarily before she gave a sly smile. Then, she speared a piece of at with her fork and held it out to .
Instinctively, I opened my mouth, and she fed the bite.
“Does it taste good?”
“…Yes, it’s delicious.”
“Hehe. I see… Seeing the expression on your face makes feel happy too. Eating it myself is nice, but… feeding you like this isn’t bad either.”
“…What?”
What was she even saying? That feeding made her happy?
She didn’t reply, only smiled as I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
When I raised my glass, Kang Hyeyoung ca over to pour wine for .
“We should toast,” I said.
“Of course.”
Go Minyeong raised her glass as well. Our glasses clinked softly.
After the al, we decided to soak in the hot spring.
Before stepping in, we rinsed ourselves off with water. Kang Hyeyoung took charge of washing us, scrubbing away the sweat and residue from earlier.
She walked up to with a quiet “Excuse ” and began cleaning , her hands firmly yet gently gliding over my body. Her touch was so pleasant that I couldn’t help but get hard.
For a mont, I wondered if Go Minyeong would be upset, but she only glanced at my erection with a neutral expression. Wiggling her hips teasingly, she stepped into the water ahead of us.
Out of her sightline, my unruly instincts took over.
Squeeze.
I grabbed Kang Hyeyoung’s firm, round ass and kneaded it with my hands.
‘Damn, this feels amazing.’
The situation and her touch had fully aroused in an instant.
Without a word, Kang Hyeyoung continued to wash . She even handled my erection, rubbing it like a handjob as she poured water over .
“Hah… That feels nice.”
Even as the chief secretary to the Vice Chairwoman of Koryo Group—arguably the highest position in The Prestige—she was still just a secretary. The idea of her opposing the owner family was unthinkable.
“…I’m finished, sir.”
“Oh, really?”
Ti flies when you’re having fun. All I’d done was grope her ass, and it was over already.
On our way out, I let my hand brush against her other cheek as a parting gesture. She said nothing, silently following behind .
“Are you ready?” Go Minyeong asked as I rejoined her.
“Yes,” I replied.
Sliding into the steaming hot spring, I subrged myself completely.
Sitting down right next to Go Minyeong, I naturally wrapped an arm around her waist, and she leaned into in return.
As the heat enveloped our bodies and after sharing so light conversation following the al, a question that had been lingering in my mind resurfaced—one I had been aning to ask for a long ti.
How was Go Minyeong still a virgin?
Who exactly was Go Minji's mother?
And more.
There were mountains of things I wanted to ask.
From the mont we first t and especially after breaking her hyn, I had wanted to bring it up, but the timing had never felt right.
Now, though, it was ti to ask.
“I have a question,” I said.
“A question?”
“It’s about…”
But suddenly, asking it outright felt awkward.
‘Why are you still a virgin?’
It just felt… weird. How was I supposed to phrase it?
“…Is it about Minji?”
“Ah… Yes.”
Fortunately, she picked up on it first.
“…I suppose you’re old enough to know now.”
“….”
What the hell? Was it so massive, shocking family secret? Why bring age into it? The way she frad it made feel uneasy.
“First, yes, I am a virgin.”
“Oh…”
“You, Muyeol, are my first.”
I already knew, but I decided to match her pace and act surprised.
“But… what about your husband?”
“Did you really think of him as a husband? I even showed you how I dealt with him.”
“…Yeah, I guess you did.”
“It was just for appearances. At the ti, people were more sensitive to the idea of us keeping it in the family. Imagine the rumors if they thought we were… involved with each other.”
…Not that it’s any different now. They’ve probably just stopped caring about appearances altogether.
“The original plan was for to marry your father, Mujin, and have children with him.”
“…!”
“All of us were supposed to, actually.”
By “all of us,” did she an… all the aunts?
“But… ha… he was too stubborn. He insisted on marrying and building a life with just one of us.”
“And that one was…”
“Yeah. Your mother, Go Seunghui.”
“….”
That na was new to . It wasn’t even part of the ga’s lore. Or maybe it was, but I’d never seen it.
“Mujin and Seunghui… those bastards caused us so much grief. We had to preserve our bloodline to pass it down through generations, but those two hoarded it all for themselves. What were the rest of us supposed to do? Stay celibate forever? We couldn’t exactly take in outsiders either.”
So Minji’s earlier remark—‘How could anyone even think of mingling with unrelated people?’—wasn’t just her opinion but reflected the shared mindset of the entire owner family. At least, it seed Minyeong thought the sa way, hence all this talk about lifelong celibacy.
“We had endless discussions about it—, Hayeong, Seona. But that stubborn bastard refused to even entertain the idea of being with anyone else. Selfish prick.”
Her emotions seed to spike as she cursed my father right in front of .
“Then… how is Minji Noona…”
She let out a deep sigh.
“…In vitro fertilization.”
“So he agreed to that, at least?”
“No.”
“?”
She looked at with that pretty smile of hers, but for so reason, it felt chilling.
“My father.”
“…What?”
“Minji was conceived with my father’s sperm and my egg.”
“…???”
Wait, what?
So Minji… she wasn’t just my cousin? She was… my aunt???
‘No, no, wait. She’s still my cousin… technically. But also… shit.’
I’d vaguely expected so incestuous connections in the family tree—that my father, Mujin, would’ve fathered children with his cousins—but this? This was way beyond what I’d imagined.
“Initially, he even refused to donate sperm. Dad was so angry he scolded him endlessly, but Mujin wouldn’t budge.”
“Wait, but…”
“At the ti, there were no children between Mujin and Seunghui, and Dad was worried about the bloodline ending. But he and I couldn’t exactly… you know. So he had no choice but to use his own sperm.”
“Ah… so… Minji Noona is technically my aunt?”
Go Minyeong stretched her lips into a wide smile, almost as if she found adorable.
“No, Muyeol.”
“?”
She leaned close and whispered into my ear.
“She’s your daughter.”
“WHAT?!”
“You’re my husband now, aren’t you?”
Smooch.
She kissed on the cheek while her hand reached down to grab and stroke my cock.
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