“They used to say this, a long ti ago. That if Korea, China, and Japan joined forces, they’d beco a power no one could challenge easily. That was before the Third World War. Way before now.”
Anastasia Ashford, dressed in full uniform, lightly tapped the window with the back of her hand.
Whether by coincidence or not, the private jet crossing the skies over the Pacific shook noticeably.
Sweeping back a strand of her loose, amber-colored hair, she continued.
“Back then, the people of the three countries—Korea, China, and Japan—would scoff at the idea every ti it was ntioned. They insisted such a thing could never happen. That the three nations could never unite because of historical baggage.”
But—
She trailed off briefly.
She resud speaking only after the plane gave another strong jolt.
“And yet, they ended up becoming one under the Koryo Group. Not just Northeast Asia, but all of Asia.”
Northeast Asia—once thought impossible to unite.
Ironically, the very Third World War that China had started beca the catalyst that bound them together.
Though, not in the way China had intended.
“On the other hand, what about us? We were once tightly unified, but now we’re split three ways, baring our teeth at each other. How inefficient and absurd is that? Don’t you agree?”
To her remark, the man with slicked-back hair and glasses bowed politely.
“You are absolutely right.”
“Looking at Koryo gives this uncomfortable pang in my chest. A sense of urgency. They’re not our enemy yet, but we can’t exactly call them allies either. We need to unify—fast.”
She absentmindedly knocked on the window again, lost in thought.
To her, the Koryo Group didn’t feel like so distant threat.
Even now, as she flew toward them, there was this persistent unease gnawing at her. A gut feeling that a clash was inevitable.
“...What about those girls?”
“Charlotte Sinclair and Vivian Whitmore are also set to depart soon.”
“They’ve all been rejected like that and still have the stomach to go? Not that I’m one to talk.”
Charlotte Sinclair and Vivian Whitmore.
They too were granddaughters of gacorp heads, just like Anastasia.
And they had also been candidates in covert marriage talks with Go Muyeol.
“It’s ridiculous. At this rate, Koryo’s going to bind even our Arica.”
“...Still, isn’t it a good thing that there’s at least a dialogue happening? If you build rapport during this opportunity, it could be a strong asset for future unification.”
“Rapport? With who? You’re not suggesting I sit around sipping tea with those two bitches, are you?”
“...Excuse ?”
“Wasting ti with a clueless idiot and an arrogant brat who doesn’t know her place. That’s pointless.”
“B-but... I thought you wanted unification? And besides—”
Anastasia turned her head toward the man with slicked-back hair.
He flinched and lowered his gaze.
“Robert, it’s been five years since you started serving . And you still don’t understand .”
“I-I apologize. But don’t you have matters you need to discuss with those two ladies?”
“...”
She turned her gaze back to the window.
Even though the marriage talks with Go Muyeol had fallen through, she still flew all the way here.
Partly to build a bridge with the Koryo Group, yes,
but also to try improving relations with the other two Arican factions.
Surely, those other heiresses carried the sa mission.
To speak candidly on foreign soil, beyond the constraints of Arican politics, and plan for the future.
That’s the picture their elders were trying to paint.
But Anastasia didn’t like it.
She didn’t like Go Muyeol, that bastard once involved in marriage talks.
She didn’t like the Koryo Group.
She didn’t like those two girls or their Aricas.
“The three Northeast Asian powers—who were thought impossible to unite—are now under one flag. You know how that was possible, don’t you?”
“...Was it war?”
“Yes. Only war can solve this equation. I believe our Arica needs war.”
“...!”
At her radically aggressive statent, Robert sucked in a sharp breath.
“UuuaaaaaAAHHH~~~!!”
We finally arrived in Pyongyang.
While riding in the AV, I’d felt suffocated by the air, but now that I could stretch outside, all the tension I’d been holding in lted away. I let out a sigh of relief.
Originally, the plan was to spend so intense, heated ti with Go Minji, release the built-up sexual frustration in my lower body, and greet the elders feeling refreshed.
But thanks to Go Hayan and Go Seonyul unexpectedly tagging along, that didn’t happen.
If that were all, it wouldn’t have been too bad.
But with Go Minji and Go Hayan constantly clashing like a pair of alley cats, the atmosphere had turned downright violent.
It honestly felt like I was being suffocated under their murderous aura—no exaggeration.
So even though the area around the Taeyang Palace was overflowing with people from all directions, it still felt refreshing to .
“Ow. My shoulders are all stiff.”
“Your shoulders? Are you okay?”
Go Seonyul leaned in and suddenly started massaging my shoulder.
Her grip was surprisingly firm, and it actually hurt. I flinched and let out a groan.
That caught the attention of Go Minji and Go Hayan, who’d both been silently brooding until now.
“Hey, what the hell did you do—have sex or what? Why the hell are your shoulders sore? Unreal.”
Go Minji muttered “I swear to god—” and nearly launched a knee straight at my beloved dick.
Go Hayan clicked her tongue as she watched.
The cold tension from the AV was still lingering.
“You’re the ones always fighting, that’s why he’s like this. We were so on edge watching you two. Right, Muyeol?”
Seonyul wrapped an arm around , continuing the shoulder massage.
She whispered in my ear to get my agreent, her ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) voice unnecessarily sultry—and it made my dick twitch a little.
And of course, Go Minji, sharp-eyed as always, noticed right away.
“Ah—look at this bastard’s dick twitching. That should’ve gone into my pussy, you know. This is all your fault. Huh? I didn’t get to fuck because of you two.”
“...How vulgar.”
“You’ve probably been getting plenty, haven’t you? Maybe pace yourself a bit?
Muyeol, if you’re tired, want to go in and rest first? I’ll give you a massage.”
“Ah... I’m okay, noona.”
Unlike in the AV, Go Seonyul was being really forward.
Subtly trying to drag to a room...!
When did she beco this aggressive?
“...”
“...”
Go Minji and Go Hayan both started glaring at her.
It was like Seonyul was taking advantage of the fight between them to scoop up the prize.
“Wow. Turns out there was another little thief here.”
“...Yeah. Should we start calling her Little Minji?”
“No no—she’s Little Hayan. Look at her, scheming like a creepy bitch. Probably has cobwebs in her cunt.”
“....”
“What are you looking at like that?”
And just like that, the two flared up again.
Things were dicey enough inside the AV, but now we were in Pyongyang, surrounded by tons of people. They really needed to rein it in.
Thankfully, soone stepped in.
The Chief Secretary—my grandfather’s right-hand man and the actual administrator of the Taeyang Palace—greeted us with a warm smile.
“Welco, young master. Ladies. It must be hot—please co inside.”
“Hmph.”
Go Hayan swished her long hair as she stepped forward, and Go Minji followed behind her.
“What, you like sticking close together that much in this heat?”
She couldn’t help but toss one more jab.
Even though she’s the one who’d been ranting about sex nonstop.
Hypocrisy at its finest.
Sigh... you child.
I gently removed Seonyul’s hand and followed after the Chief Secretary.
Seonyul clicked her tongue with a disappointed little “tsk” and stuck close to my side.
She’s surprisingly... sultry and assertive.
First, we paid our respects to Grandfather.
Normally, he’d greet us warmly and chat for a while,
but since it was Victory Day, he was extrely busy—eting with leaders from all over Asia.
So we barely had ti to bow and greet him before leaving.
I can’t believe he was playing Go even in there...
To my surprise, his eting with the leaders was about Go.
...Huh.
“The Vice Presidents have already arrived as well.”
After Grandfather, the next in line were the aunts.
Go Min-young, Go Hayoung, and Go Seona had all arrived.
They were obviously busy too, though not as much as Grandfather, and were apparently taking a short break right now.
So we went to see them.
“Don’t be too surprised if a missile crashes into your building soday. It was .”
“If your company’s funding suddenly gets cut off, don’t misunderstand. That was on purpose.”
“If you die, I’ll feel a little sorry.”
“If you go broke, I’ll feed you out of a dog bowl.”
“Oh, and there’s a satellite weapon demo soon. Lately the staff’s been making too many mistakes. If sothing ‘accidentally’ happens, sorry~?”
“That’s too much. I was at least going to treat you like a pig if you went bankrupt. But you’re just straight-up killing , huh?”
“I said ‘accident,’ didn’t I?”
“I might accidentally sock you in the jaw. That okay?”
...What kind of conversation is this?
“Let’s calm down, the kids are here.”
Amid the chaos, Go Seona sat with a refined elegance, legs crossed, reading a book like she was in another world.
Sha-rak—the sound of a page turning echoed softly.
“Ahem. M-Muyeol, you’re here...? Oh, already... you ca quickly.”
“Ah! Muyeol!”
Go Min-young and Go Hayoung noticed and ca over.
Then imdiately shot daggers at each other.
No sign of the daughters...
Go Minji and Go Hayan had suddenly been reduced to side dishes.
But now that they were on their aunts’ turf, they couldn’t say anything.
They’d dropped to bottom-tier status just like that.
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