I’d planned to wait until Min-young arrived, but word ca she’d be later than I thought—and the way the others were staring was getting to —so I slipped in early.
Two adults plus three older won... a catastrophic lineup.
It’s not a bunch of cunts I can screw and toss around however I want—each one is a national- or even continental-scale asset. A lineup that makes your skin prickle.
More lethal still: every single one is a candidate to be my wife.
Not just “one will be my wife,” either. They’ll all end up as my wives—what’s at stake is who becos the real No. 1, the primary wife.
Cold sweat just from sitting still.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
Everyone paid respects to Grandfather and gathered again, and the air was... wrong.
Five pairs of eyes, saying nothing, fixed only on .
Even the seating fell into place in a weird way.
The table fanned out from like a hearing panel. It felt like I was being questioned.
Go Seon-a’s interest in should be the weakest, but even she was staring today.
“Why... are you all looking at like that?”
I finally forced a line.
Thankfully, the pincushion silence eased.
“Feels like I haven’t seen Muyeol in ages, right?”
“Ah.”
Except now the nace was just more explicit.
They were smiling, but they weren’t smiling.
“Was it... that long? I don’t think it’s been that long.”
“Mmm, nope. We saw each other on Victory Day and then nothing. That’s like three months, isn’t it? Wow! So I slept alone for three whole months?”
“Uh—”
“You should co play in Seoul soti. I would’ve done everything you like. Literally e-ver-y-thing.”
“Haha... I’ll try to make more ti starting next year.”
Ah.
Shouldn’t have said anything.
This isn’t easy.
[encoded substring omitted]
“You should get back to the business with my daughter too. Hayan says she really misses you.”
“W-what are you even saying all of a sudden...! No! I never said that!”
“Quiet, girl. I spoon-feed you and you still won’t eat. Tsk.”
“Mom, seriously, what are you doing?!”
“Good grief...”
Ah... a mother’s desperate heart, trying to solve her daughter’s virginity...
‘I do need to make contact with Hayan at so point... but things just aren’t flowing that way.’
She was supposed to be third in line after Go Min-young and Go Minji.
But things tangled, fizzled between us, and now it just feels awkward.
To make it worse, the joint venture we were pushing—she killed it. We barely even et now.
Do I need to manufacture so dramatic event?
“Co to think of it...”
Once Go Hayoung opened up, the others started talking too.
Seonyul, who’d sprinted at the mont she got off the AV, pouted and whined:
“M-Muyeol, you never ca to Jeju even once...?”
“...”
Ah.
An attack from this flank too.
“Not even to see ... but as °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° part of oversight, you could’ve co once.”
“I’ve been a little busy...”
“And the statue’s finished, but you haven’t co pick it up... You’re not completely uninterested in , are you?”
“Of course not. It’s just... one thing led to another...”
Karma?
Everything keeps circling back.
“Why are you even asking. He’s already got the fish in the net. Can’t you tell? He’s not interested in you.”
“...What?”
“What our Muyeol cares about is virgins. You’re a non-virgin now, so you’re not worth his attention.”
What kind of bullshit is that, Minji.
Do you want a beating?
“On a day this important, he ditched even —the world’s most respected and beloved older sister—and ca up here alone. What chance do you think you have? You’re obviously nowhere on his radar.”
As Go Minji shrugged, wearing that uniquely punchable face, Go Seonyul shot back on the spot.
“That’s because your ntal age is low. He didn’t want to be around you.”
“What did you say?”
“Don’t generalize from your own case. You got ignored and dumped because you’re you.”
Hey, uh—
“Ha! If I had ti, I could go to him anyti and suck and lick him down all I wanted. I text him the most, we date, and I spend all my free ti with him—unlike a certain soone buried down south.”
“So you’re loose now!”
“W-what??”
“Loose must be nice, Minji. I’m still new. Barely any rounds.”
What even is this conversation.
“...Seonyul, what do you think you’re doing? Stop it right now. Sit down.”
“Mom! Mom, she—”
“Why not? This is fun.”
Go Seon-a, aghast, tried to rein it in; Go Hayoung chuckled like she was enjoying the show.
Fire and fights are the most fun to watch, sure—but this one involved , so I couldn’t laugh.
“Calm down, both of you. You’re both talking nonsense, so how about you both calm down.”
“Nonsense? He’s a hardcore virgin-fetish, but he’s also addicted to my body. He’s on any ti, any place.”
“Minji has a low ntal age and he got sick of your body and dumped you, right? I’m right, aren’t I??”
Please stop. Don’t fight.
“Fufufu. Cute. Watching kids argue.”
“...You’re an adult. You’re just going to sit and spectate?”
“Why noooot? We’re all old enough to know what’s what. Not kids.”
“You just called them kids, yourself—”
“Age isn’t everything. Oh! Co to think of it, you’re still... a virgin, aren’t you?”
“...Do you truly have no sense of decorum?”
“Then they’re your seniors. Wow. Should a junior be talking back to seniors?”
“Ha. This is so childish.”
Go Seon-a stood up.
Apparently she couldn’t watch this farce any longer.
She grabbed Seonyul—still glaring daggers at Go Minji by now—by the wrist to pull her away.
“W-what are you doing!”
“What do you think. Staying here serves no purpose.”
“N-no...! I want to be with Muyeol—”
Seonyul dug in her heels, Seon-a struggled with her, then shot a nasty look like this was my fault.
W-why ...
If this goes wrong—
Then it happened.
—Bzzzt.
Salvation(?) arrived...!!
— Muyeol.
— I’m almost there.
— Could you co et ?
The slightly shy ssage from Go Min-young tasted like pure honey.
I sprang up from my seat.
“Min-yo— I an, Aunt Go Min-young is here. I’ll be right back!”
“What?”
Dodging the five won’s converging gazes with full legal cover, I escaped the room.
‘Oho. My savior...!’
“Muyeol...!”
I greeted Go Min-young—who looked impossibly beautiful today.
It felt like a goddess was stepping down from the AV. I ran straight in and hugged her tight.
“Oh my...!”
She startled for a second, then wrapped in an indulgent smile, patting my back.
“Did sothing hard happen?”
“Nngh,”
Not so much hard... as an extre crisis...!
Her warm arms wrapped around with anchoring calm.
I could stay like this forever...!
After trials and detours, dinner ti.
Compared to last year’s lavish year-end countdown gala, this was a modest al—but the lineup was anything but.
The people at this table are the ones who, in practice, palm Asia.
Given Asia’s current weight in the world, their reach is enough to shake the entire globe.
“...Did you lot fight or sothing? Why’s the air so cold?”
Grandfather sensed the inexplicable chill and asked.
Family als are usually noisy; tonight’s quiet made sense.
“Fight? Nah~. Let’s say... the competition is starting.”
Go Hayoung scanned the table with a aningful look, then flashed a smile.
Ah... my future...
“Competition... huh.”
Arriving late, Go Min-young read the drift instantly and gave a thin smile.
A shade different from her usual chilly Vice Chair face.
“What’s with that smile? Weirdly gets on my nerves.”
“Now even smiling’s a problem? Feeling inferior? Maybe your bed’s been cold too long. Showing that puts n off.”
“Oh my, hearing that from you feels so strange~.”
“What’s strange about it? Anyone here know n better than I do? I’m giving advice for my brother’s sake.”
“What, a sudden slut declaration? You know n that well? I had no idea~.”
“It ans I’ve spent that much ti with Muyeol. Is that hard to understand?”
Ah.
This spot’s on fire too.
Gahhhh!
“Ti... heh. Who cares about ti. What matters is how deep and how secret the bond is. Quality over quantity, no?”
“That, of course—”
“I let Muyeol do anything he wanted. You still have one side that’s a virgin, don’t you?”
“What? No, that’s—”
Wait, hold up!!
How far are you taking this conversation?!!
Nope. Cutting this off.
“Mu, Muyeol.”
Grandfather must’ve thought the sa.
He stretched a hand toward and called in.
“Didn’t you say you had sothing to tell earlier?”
“Ah, yes! Right. I do. It’s really important.”
“If it’s that important, say it here—everyone’s here. What is it?”
Grandfather moved fast to settle things, and even Go Min-young and Go Hayoung lowered their hackles a notch.
Still wearing those chilly smiles...
“It’s about the marriage, I—ah.”
““““““...What?””””””
Reviews
All reviews (0)