You ratting out again?
What are you, a damn grade schooler?
Go Minji snorted at Go Muyeol’s furious texts.
“You little shit, you’re still no match for . What are you trying to pull, when you’re barely dry behind the ears?”
The age gap was only five years, but she saw him as nothing more than a kid.
Watching him squirm and crawl, trying to get at his lofty elder sister, was almost cute.
“Beggar punk.”
Tok.
She replayed the clip Muyeol had sent.
It was ticulously edited, and more graphic and vulgar than most comrcial porn.
The sa cock that had ramd her over and over now plunged shalessly into another woman’s cunt and mouth.
“Tsk, tsk. You’ll grind yourself down to the bone at this rate.”
She clicked her tongue but kept the video running.
At first, she had only put it on to gawk, but as it played her hand slowly drifted lower.
Bzzzt—
“Ah—damn.”
Her little indulgence was cut short by an incoming ssage.
- Go Minji
It was Go Min-young.
Are you really going to keep using to put pressure on Muyeol?
I’m already too busy.
“Eh?”
Pressure? What do you an?
You keep making scold him. Why do you send this crap?
Do you want to punish you?
;;
Don’t make waste my ti. Watch it yourself.
You’re the one forcing to nag.
If it’s really nothing, then why scold at all?
Minji.
Sorry.
You’ve been comfortable lately, haven’t you?
;;
You’re his older sister. You should be covering for your little brother’s faults, not tattling on him.
Cover for him? Are you saying it’s fine if Muyeol grows up to be worthless?
Mind your own business, Minji. When will you ever mature?
...Too much.
She tried sending a ssage laced with mock hurt, but it didn’t land.
Instead, she had to endure a few more sharp words.
“Tsk. A mother-in-law’s love is supposed to be for the son-in-law, but if you really love him that much, it’s going to be a problem~.”
Sigh.
She tossed her phone down and stretched, arms and legs pulling taut so her body would be limber enough to roll around however she pleased.
“At the end of the day, I’m the main wife. By age, by position, by every asure—I’m the best.”
The eldest daughter of the Koryo Group’s eldest daughter.
Only her mother Go Min-young, her mother’s sisters, and maybe her grandfather’s only grandson, Go Muyeol, stood above her.
But her mother and her sisters were all too old, and Muyeol, after years as a wastrel, was only now clawing back from his grandfather’s disfavor with almost nothing to his na.
The other sisters?
Go Hayan acted all high and mighty but always ruined everything. Go Seonyul was a doormat who occasionally snapped and wrecked things too.
No other bloodline outside the Go family could ever beco the main wife. So it had ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) to be her.
She was Koryo Group’s eldest daughter’s eldest daughter, Regional Chair of Koryo Militaris Incheon, Director of the National Knight Training Academy, and Honorary Major General of the Republic of Korea Army—Go Minji!
Who could possibly oppose her?
“Mom can be the first concubine, I guess.”
Family ties mattered. She wasn’t going to cast her mother aside.
Family was scarce on Earth now; one had to take care of it.
That much would satisfy Go Min-young.
“As for that damned Go Hayan, she can be shoved down to concubine number six. Hehe.”
She amused herself by ranking her family mbers in a fantasy hierarchy.
Of course, Go Hayan, with whom she had the worst relationship, ca in dead last.
Still, family was family, so Minji generously allowed her to just barely count as a concubine.
Her blissful daydream was cut short.
Regional Chair, it’s regarding Abyss.
A secretary’s voice broke in.
She hastily straightened the clothes she had loosened without realizing, and waved the secretary in.
“What is it?”
“Biotech is planning a full-scale purge of Abyss bases across the Korean Peninsula.”
“A full purge?”
“Yes. All bases are targeted.”
The secretary stepped closer, offering a docunt with both hands.
Minji snatched it and skimd. Just as the secretary said, Biotech was mobilizing massive forces.
If this happened, Abyss would be eradicated—at least in Korea.
That was not what Minji wanted.
If a certain soone got swept up in it, it would be catastrophic.
“Tsk... why’s our Jia so damned eager.”
Minji scratched her head, annoyed.
“No elaboration? No reason given?”
“None. Only that the purpose is to exterminate Abyss.”
“Exterminate... well, fine. They’re hardly even a sparring partner anymore. Maybe it’s ti to sweep them away. But still...”
She drumd her fingers on the desk, then finally picked up her phone.
She called Minji-ah, Chair of Biotech.
The line barely rang before the other side answered.
Y-Yes! Ah, young lady, what a surprise...!
“I’m calling because of Abyss. My sister’s been working awfully hard.”
Ah... yes, I was just preparing a formal report. We intend to use this opportunity to wipe them out—
“Wait. Hold on a second.”
Pardon?
She drew on her cigarette and spoke again.
“Not so fast.”
...What do you an?
“No need to finish this right now. The raid just ended, things are chaotic. The expense reports aren’t even closed yet.”
That’s true, but if we give them more ti, they’ll move their bases. We’ll lose the chance to inflict aningful damage.
“Tsk... that’s true too, isn’t it?”
What to do.
Abyss was an enemy, and if there was ever a chance to crush them, now was it.
But Min-young still hadn’t brought back an answer.
That shocking discovery still had to be explained to Grandfather—or at least laid out properly—before any real decision could be made. But nothing had co yet.
“So... keep it moderate. Hit the smaller bases first.”
...Ah. Yes.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Wait for headquarters’ directive, understood? Orders will be coming down soon.”
...Yes.
“Tsk.”
It was a weak excuse, and Minji clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.
Even after the call, unease gnawed at her. The back of her head prickled.
Bzzzt.
🖕
🖕🖕
🖕🖕🖕
“...”
Her little brother’s brainless texts popped up again.
“Oh, my poor brother... your sister’s working her ass off for you, and all you can do is send this crap. Damn brat.”
Annoyed, she fired back a barrage of curses. Muyeol returned a volley of middle-finger emojis.
Where the hell had he learned that?
Ugh.
Minji, you’re such a grade schooler.
🖕🖕🖕🖕
“Who are you calling a grade schooler, you little punk? I’ll vacuum your cheeks clean off, see if I don’t!”
Tok.
Go Youngman placed a black stone on the worn board.
“That boy... died in an accident. That’s what you know, right?”
“Father, are you seriously saying that now?”
“Why, what did you want to hear?”
“The runaway ca back alive, and you’re still spouting sothing fit only for an official announcent? Do you have to say it to too? Why—”
Tok.
This ti, a white stone. His eyes stayed on the board, not his daughter.
“And you... why twist the knife in your father’s chest? Why drag out soone I’ve already forgotten?”
“Father.”
“The boy died in an accident.”
“....”
“Where do you think you’ve heard otherwise? Why tornt this old man? Tsk, tsk.”
“....”
Go Min-young clicked her tongue, glaring at her father hunched over the board. She strode forward and shoved the board aside.
“You—?!”
“So then.”
She planted both hands on his desk, leaning down.
It looked threatening, but who would dare threaten the Chair of the entire Group—their father?
“What exactly are you saying? Should I take your words at face value?”
“....”
“Mu-jin... went missing, or rather, died in an accident?”
Go Youngman glared back, but in the end gave her the answer she wanted.
“A family can’t have two seeds. There can be many seedbeds, but only one seed.”
“....”
Min-young slowly straightened.
“Yes. Exactly. There’s no way it could be Mu-jin. Mu-jin is already dead.”
“Don’t you dare spread nonsense. Understood?”
“Of course. Do you take for the sort of woman who blurts shaful mistakes?”
“Humph.”
Her flat, cold tone made him snort in disgust.
“Enough. Start preparing. How long do you an to tornt this old man? Let rest.”
“Rest? You’re still spry and sharp. You’ll work another hundred years.”
“Hundred years, my ass!”
“I’ll take my leave now, Father.”
“Why, you—”
He jabbed a finger as she walked out without waiting for his reply.
None of his children ever listened.
Daughters, sons—it didn’t matter.
“...Useless brats.”
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