The grand banquet, at its core, was just a party, so it wasn’t supposed to be a particularly heavy affair.
Even the last ti we held it on a yacht, there was just a brief event, a short remark from , and a few quick words from the guests—then it turned into a full-blown party from there on.
Of course, there was that one minor incident where I slaughtered the district mayor after getting pissed off due to the mass no-show by the politicians. But ultimately, it was still a social gathering, and I had quite a few hot nights with a number of won.
This banquet was no different.
I at least had to give a short speech as the host. That ant I had to get up on the elevated platform at least once, where I could be seen by everyone at a glance.
‘Great. I can see everything perfectly.’
Hundreds of attendees—none of them doing anything else—had their eyes locked solely on .
No one even whispered to the person next to them.
‘Let’s see... any more spies?’
Like I said, the best thing about standing on a platform like this was that you could see everyone at once.
Just a slight turn of the head left or right and my field of view took in all the participants.
Which ant I could pull up every single one of their status windows right here and now.
I’d already checked the windows of everyone who ca in after Park Hye-jung, but the ones who entered earlier were let in without inspection, so I needed to verify them.
Of course, I couldn’t just stand there and silently stare at windows.
So I kept talking as I checked. Recalled the simple script I had prepared, improvised where necessary to stretch the speech out, and bought ti to open each window.
‘My brain’s gonna explode.’
Ah...
But this really wasn’t easy.
Trying to talk while simultaneously reading stats and checking nas and affiliations—it was pushing into full-on overload.
When I felt I couldn’t do it anymore, I called Minji up from the guest seating and had her take over speaking on the platform.
In the anti, I moved over to the emcee’s spot Soo-ah had been holding and continued checking the windows.
After checking the participants like that, thankfully, no spies showed up aside from Huh Yewon (Park Hye-jung).
Just need to crush that bitch and it’s all clear.
‘I should play with her a little long-term.’
No matter how I think about it, wiping her out right away is amateurish—and not that fun, either.
It’d be way more satisfying to keep her close for a long ti, dangle so hope in front of her, and then slowly destroy her.
‘Let’s see... Ju-an is a bit far from the Namdong Industrial Complex, so approaching this from an urban developnt angle doesn’t really fit. Maybe I’ll just slot her in as an executive-type in the Dickhouse Association.’
I’ll slap so aningless title on her and have her feed minor information to the NIS.
Then if Park Hye-jung and her handlers think there’s hope and try to sink their straws deeper into , I’ll start leaking fake intel to them and tear everything apart.
And for the grand finale, I’ll climb up the chain using Park Hye-jung and blow out at least one regional branch.
‘Perfect. Park Hye-jung. Starting today, you’re a provisional mber of the Dickhouse, and an ambassador of the Dickhouse Association. Consider it an honor.’
“Yes, thank you for your kind words. Everyone, please give another round of applause to Chairwoman Minji-a for her wonderful remarks.”
Clap clap clap clap
“We’ll now begin the banquet—”
As soon as the real social party began, I called Minji-a.
She had been heading to the outdoor banquet hall with her group, and now followed nervously, clearly thinking I was going to fuck her from the morning.
Truthfully, I’d love to do that too, but I’ve got a full schedule.
The whole reason I held this grand banquet was to make sure every high-ranking figure in Incheon got my face burned into their mory—with my brand stamped on top.
I’ll get that done first. Then I can fuck.
I an, it’s not like I’m short on ti or anything.
Still, there’s a proper order to things.
“A spy...?”
“Yeah. A spy.”
So what I wanted to talk about with her was actually sothing constructive.
She looked a little surprised that I was discussing sothing important instead of just fucking her imdiately.
Honestly, what does she think of ? That I’m just so sex addict?
“The field report says the real Huh Yewon was killed by the spy, and soone’s been impersonating her using a face-disguiser and hologram field.”
“A spy...”
Minji-a, who had been trembling slightly, turned ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) serious.
She’s always overly tense around —sothing I find hot as hell—but this kind of expression’s nice too.
Would be even better if she could make that face while taking my cock.
“The target is probably Auntie. Since she’s the head of BioTech. And maybe also checking out on the side.”
“...Is that information really reliable?”
“You doubting now?”
“Huh?? N-no, not at all, Young Master. I swear! I wasn’t doubting—I just—”
“I’m joking.”
“....”
Of course she wasn’t doubting .
But the mont I said one thing, her serious expression broke and she started flailing.
If I stuck my dick in her, that stoic poker face would shatter in an instant.
“I haven’t secured physical evidence, but it’s pretty much confird she’s a spy.
She’s using face-disguise tech and a hologram field that’s not detectable through conventional ans.
And the kind of chemical used to dispose of bodies was found at Huh Yewon’s ho.
With all that, you can pretty much put two and two together, right?”
“...Yeah, I see.”
I sat down on the sofa and crossed my legs.
Minji-a hesitated for a second, then sat down beside .
“Ugh.”
Taking in her scent, I wrapped an arm around her waist and picked up a glass from the table.
Minji-a, picking up on my cues, opened a bottle and poured.
I toyed with the filled glass as I continued speaking.
“I think that bitch is an agent sent by the National Intelligence Service.”
“The NIS...?”
“More precisely—Abyss.”
“!”
Minji-a’s eyes widened slightly.
“...So you know about Abyss.”
“Think I wouldn’t? I’m the one who hacked them and dumped their intel onto Prestige.”
“...I see. Then... you must know quite a lot.”
“Bits and pieces.
I know Abyss sees BioTech as its biggest enemy.
So when I thought about who would go this far—kill a district councilwoman and infiltrate by impersonation—Abyss was the first na that ca to mind.”
Minji-a looked at with an extrely complicated expression.
She used to barely et my eyes and tremble at a single word from , but now that Abyss had co up, that serious expression returned.
Not that it mattered—once I grabbed her tits, it all crumbled again anyway.
“Y-Young Master...!”
Feeling the plushness of her flesh, I kept talking.
“Anyway, I’m planning to play with her a bit. Give her a little hope, keep her close...
While I violate her—pussy, asshole, mouth, all of it—and once I’ve had my fun, I’ll climb through her and wipe out the whole upper chain of command.
And I’d like Auntie to join in on this grand plan of mine.”
“M-?”
“You already attend the Dickhouse Association pretty often, don’t you?
As you’ve probably heard, we’re scaling up.
Kim Eun-ji is going to establish the Dickhouse Association formally, and it’ll be very active in relation to Incheon.
I’d like Auntie to serve as an advisor there. Advisor to the Dickhouse Association.”
“....”
Minji-a’s face darkened completely.
Her lips were twitching slightly.
Advisor to the Dickhouse Association.
Even I had to admit—that was one fucked-up title. She probably wanted to die on the spot.
“Ah, don’t misunderstand.
Even I wouldn’t officially use the na Dickhouse Association.”
“...I know... it’s just... Incheon...”
“Incheon Citizens for Public Safety Restoration Committee.”
“Yes... Incheon Citizens for Public Safety Restoration Committee...”
“They’re building the Daejin Construction Incheon branch in Namdong Industrial Complex, right?
BioTech can move in too.
And Auntie can co to Incheon more often to fulfill her advisor duties for the Dickhouse Association.
And while you’re at it, toss so useless info scraps to that spy bitch.”
“Ah...”
Minji-a looked like her soul had left her body.
I really was planning to hold back, but she turns on too damn much.
“You get it, right?”
“Y-Young Master...”
“You get it, right?”
“....”
“Answer .”
“Hnnngh...”
Minji-a chewed her lip and agonized for a while before barely nodding.
“Yes... I-I’ll do it...”
I grabbed her chin and snapped her face toward mine.
“...!!”
Her pupils trembled violently once our eyes t.
Then, with those beautiful lashes, her gaze slowly dropped downward.
“What are you going to do? Say it. With your own mouth.”
“...In-Incheon—”
“Ssss.”
“...Dick...house Association... Advisor...”
“Right. Dickhouse Association Advisor.”
“Ugh...”
Minji-a shut her eyes.
She clearly couldn’t believe this was her life now.
“Haah. I really was trying to focus on work today.”
No way I could hold back.
With that face—how could I?
“Kyah?! Y-Y-Y-Young Master...!!”
“What the hell is ‘Y-Y-Young Master.’”
I tackled her onto the couch and pulled off her suit jacket.
Popped the buttons off with quick fingers and tore her white blouse apart from both sides.
“Hii...!”
“I’m busy, so cum in ten minutes.”
“Ahhh...!”
I was only planning to cum once.
But really—was that ever going to happen with Minji-a?
I panted and gasped in her arms for a whole two hours.
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