I paused once to give a long answer, and just like that, I practically turned into prey for the reporters.
I was practically surrounded, questions bombarding from all sides, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t expected it to so extent, so I wasn’t especially annoyed or anything.
After all, the entire concept of coming to the morial altar today was a coronation.
They could all sense it—this was the mont when Incheon’s power was officially shifting to , and that’s what their questions were about. I should answer them nicely. Don’t they deserve to know their own fate, at least a little?
As I continued answering the reporters' questions, it unintentionally turned into sothing like a press conference, and just like that, I ended up making my first major political impact on Incheon.
"The response seems mostly positive. Especially the political justice you spoke of, Master—it’s getting a good reaction."
On the way back to Muyeol Land.
Even though it hadn’t been long since I voiced my opinion, the issue had already blown up so much that gauging people’s reactions wasn’t a problem.
Soo-ah, walking beside , briefed on the situation by summarizing various news clips, Mityube comnts, and online community reactions. According to her, there were barely any negative responses.
Not that it was surprising. I’d carefully crafted my words exactly to provoke that kind of reaction.
"Absolute exclusion of all criminal activity—who could hate that?" "Unless you’re directly affected, it’s hard to oppose such a claim."
When looking at it from the perspective of society as a whole, the notion I had just advocated for—absolute exclusion of anyone with criminal history—wasn’t sothing that could be blindly labeled as “correct.”
After all, the ability to lead society and the question of how moral soone is are two separate issues.
To take an extre example, even if soone was ridiculously corrupt and spread corruption and illegality like wildfire during their tenure, when you looked deeper, that person might still be extrely competent—so much so that the societal benefit they generated could outweigh the cost of their corruption.
But unless you're an AI, it’s damn near impossible to asure that cleanly. And considering the low level of caution such a corrupt person would have toward causing further corruption or cris in the future, it’s hard to justify accepting them.
Right now, legally, all sorts of factors and considerations get tangled up, and even if soone is a criminal, as long as it’s not too serious, stripping them of their eligibility to run for office is quite limited. Even with a criminal record, a few years later they can run for election just fine.
That was probably the best compromise people could co up with at the ti, after tons of deliberation. But still, it’s only natural for people to go, “That bastard’s a criminal—what the hell is he doing in politics?”
So then I suddenly show up and boldly declare, “No criminals in politics. Period.” Of course it made waves. Especially now, with all the district heads dead, the mayor dead, and over a hundred council mbers also dead.
It’s the perfect timing for a full political purge.
"We’re still early on—might as well give them sothing they want."
Ordinary people probably don’t know exactly what’s going on right now. They probably have no idea why I suddenly popped out of nowhere.
Not that they need to.
Still, giving them a little gift wouldn’t hurt.
"From now on, no one with a criminal conviction will be allowed to participate in Incheon politics."
Of course, there’s always the chance soone commits a cri and still gets off with a not-guilty verdict.
That evening, I attended the Dickhouse Assembly for the first ti in a while.
It had started out with just five mbers, but over ti, both the scale and composition had grown far more extravagant.
To start with, the official Dickhouse included:
My chief secretary, Im Soo-ah; the heads of each of my internal teams; Kang Emilia, CEO of Rainbow Miracle and vice president of Koryo Entertainnt; Na Tae-hee, head of Nokonoko HQ and also vice president of Koryo Entertainnt; Seo Hyun-ju, head of the Society Division 1 at Shinmirae Daily; Lee Na-eun, chief prosecutor of the Namdong District’s Special Investigation Unit, and Oh Yoon-ju, deputy chief prosecutor; Kim Eun-ji, Namdong District’s mayoral candidate, and Joo Hyun-ah, who barely survived after defecting from her party.
And in a special Dickhouse role, there were Do Yoon-jung, Chief of Namdong Police, and Yang Soyu, head of planning at the Incheon Supre Prosecutors’ Office.
Oh, and there was also Go Minji—technically from a branch family of the Koryo Group, honorary chairwoman of the Daejin Group, and CEO of the Militaris-affiliated Biotech division.
Surprisingly, she made sure to attend the Dickhouse Assembly at least once a month, if not every week.
Anyway, that was the main Dickhouse roster. As for the extended Dickhouse... there were too many to count.
A huge number of the council mbers I’d just devoured also showed up, nearly every celebrity I’d brought into the fold, and most of the Snow White Red Team girls (female division) were present. Basically, if a woman had ever gone through , she could be considered part of the extended Dickhouse.
Given the headcount, we set up a separate area inside the mansion just for them.
“There must be a lot of first-tirs here today.”
“Yes. Most of the council mbers are attending for the first ti.”
“Then we’d better make sure they know exactly what this place is for.”
The na alone—Dickhouse Assembly—and the ridiculously revealing dress code were probably enough for them to get the gist. But nothing beats being told outright.
“Full strip for all Dickhouse Assembly mbers!!”
I threw both hands into the air and shouted.
Felt like I’d beco so kind of cult leader.
After relentlessly going at it all night, I woke up to a tingling in my nose, engulfed by the odor from the exertions.
There were plenty of won around, contributing to the heavy scent in the air, but it wasn't enough to make frown.
On the contrary, it was exhilarating. The feeling of power, having all these beauties at my disposal, was imnsely satisfying.
And, of course, there was the morning arousal.
...
Glancing around, I saw the won I had been with all night. On either side of the bed were two won who had left their political parties. They were married, which made treat them with special care. They didn't outright reject but subtly hinted for to stop, which only spurred on.
'As if I'd let them get away.'
With my arousal already present, my desire reignited. Taking a married woman as my own was the ultimate catharsis—an elent I could never overlook.
Swiftly.
The sleeping married councilwoman. I'd forgotten her na, but her busty, voluptuous figure was unforgettable.
I spread her legs and pushed into her dried-up entrance. It was quite dry, but after fully inserting and pushing halfway, it beca easier to move.
Thrust.
Moving in and out over her, enjoying the soft flesh beneath and watching for any signs of her waking as her heavy breasts jiggled.
"Uh, um..."
It wasn't long before she groggily opened her eyes. She imdiately tensed up, and seeing atop her, she covered her mouth in shock.
"!!" "You're awake?" "Do, do—uh!"
Now that she was awake, there was no need to hold back. I started thrusting harder, the sounds loud and clear.
"Ah! Ugh!"
She covered her mouth with both hands, looking like she might cry, seemingly worried about her situation and future.
Regardless, the sensation was too good to stop. I only grew more fervent.
"I'm going to finish."
"!!"
Declaring my intent, I grabbed her breasts and pounded away. She still said nothing, just turning her head away.
Last night, she made a fuss when I said I would finish inside, but she seed to have learned that it didn't matter.
"Ah, uh,"
After finishing inside her, not a drop spared, I pulled out and moved up to her face.
"Ah..." "Suck it." "...Sir..."
Her face looked as though she was on the verge of tears, but eventually, she took into her mouth.
"Ugh..."
Her reaction was vivid, clearly repulsed.
Perhaps influenced by my responses to the press yesterday, several brave journalists made their way to Muyeol Land «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» this morning. There are plenty of ways to reach here, even by boat if not by AV.
I had instructed not to restrict press access for the ti being, so anyone who wanted to co was able to.
Thus, I found myself conducting interviews from the morning.
"The response to your remarks yesterday about 'political justice' has been fervent. Many of our listeners agree and are hopeful. Can what you proposed really be achieved?"
Of course, I always give a asured response.
"Well, as I ntioned yesterday, I am not a politician, so what I can discuss is sowhat limited. However, what I spoke about was essentially an expression of my personal philosophy."
"As the grandson of the Koryo Group founder, you also said you would do as much as you can. What does that an exactly?"
"That was saying I intend to implent my philosophy."
"Ah, the philosophy you just ntioned?"
"Not only that. I think today's reality has too many limits lifted. Culture becos increasingly decadent, rudeness is disguised as honesty, and cri is glamorized. I believe these are misdirections. Decadence should be recognized for what it is, rudeness should not be excused as honesty, and cri remains cri. I hope public figures can be dissociated from these wrongs."
"So, essentially, you're saying that the 'political justice' you spoke of yesterday needs to be realized not just in politics but in all sectors of society?"
"It's not a complete match, but generally, yes. And the standards demanded of public figures should be even higher. They must be more ethical, more law-abiding, and more competent than anyone else."
After such exchanges, the journalists seed to write up their pieces well. None dared to twist my words or play gas with what I said.
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