All six won froze at once.
Then they turned their heads toward —and of course their timing matched, so six heads swivelled at in perfect sync. A terrifying sight.
‘Wow... fuck...’
What the hell.
Why the hell did I say that??
Did my neurons all commit mass suicide together???
I should’ve thought before I spoke! The urgency made blow myself up.
“What... do you an? You have sothing to say about marriage?”
“Don’t tell there’s already soone you want to marry? Which one of us? But there are still two virgins left??”
“...Idiot.”
Min-young and Hayoung spoke in turn, and then Go Minji ford the word silently.
Getting called an idiot by Go Minji was wildly aggravating, but for once I couldn’t argue.
Sure, it was sothing I’d been aning to ask soday...! But blurting it out like a reflex? That’s suicide.
“Ah~. I get it. You’re saying you don’t even need to try the other two? Mm~, as Hayan’s mother, it’s a ti-ny bit sad, but as a woman... not bad? I am the one who does everything for you, after all. Heh.”
“You’re a mother and that’s how you talk? You fail as a mother and as an adult. There was never a world where you’d be chosen. I’m the first woman—obviously it’s .”
Ahh...
Each of them is 100% certain she’s the primary wife.
“Why are you two fighting? You divorced won.”
“...What?”
Right then, Go Minji dropped a nuke with zero sense for the room.
She usually shut up when the adults were around—but not today. She flapped her mouth, yanked aggro from both Min-young and Hayoung in a heartbeat, and just blinked innocently.
Do you have two lives or what!
“With a fresh, pristine model like here, do you think two divorcees can compete? Why are you being so shaless?”
Minji, shut up...!
“Who are you calling... di-divorcees...?”
“...Minji’s being very funny. But that was an undercover—”
“You had husbands, right? On paper you’re divorcees, right? Quantum non-virgins, right?”
What...
What the hell are you babbling about, Minji... why do this to ...
“Two divorcees, one dork, and the rest haven’t even started. Naturally that leaves... . I don’t see why this is even a question.”
“...Did you just call a dork??”
She shrugged with that classic Minji face—and sohow devoured all the aggro that had been trained on .
Is she about to get mobbed? Min-young and Hayoung’s eyes were murderous.
‘Grandfather, help.’
I fired off an SOS before sothing exploded.
But Grandfather looked at like I was pathetic, sighed hard, and looked away.
‘Nooo...!!’
If even Grandfather abandons , what am I supposed to do with this...!
“Minji, do you need more ho training?”
“...Ho training for a full-grown adult?”
Sigh. Guess I’ve got no choice.
I have to steer this myself.
Keep them from talking to each other, and if a thread starts, I cut in first. That seems like the least explosive option.
“A—khm.”
I made a noise, cleared my throat. The won, who’d been trading icy looks, refocused on .
The pressure spiked as they stared, hyper-focused on whatever would co out of my mouth.
“What I was going to say—”
If I bring up what I actually ant to ask—like anything about concubines—that really would be suicide.
That’s the kind of thing you float privately with Grandfather, just the two of us. Drop it here and it’ll burn like white phosphorus.
‘Fuck, what do I even say?’
And now I can’t think of anything.
No, I already said the word marriage, didn’t I?
Is there any marriage-related topic I can raise that won’t provoke them and will let glide forward naturally???
Does that even exist??
“Wait a mont. Muyeol getting married isn’t a light matter. There are preparatory steps we should take first, no?”
Then, out of nowhere, Go Seon-a spoke.
Preparatory... steps?
“What does that an?”
“There are things to verify. For example, whether he gets won pregnant well—like that?”
“!!”
W—what...?
“It hasn’t even been that long. Talking about choosing soone already is nonsense. If we’re going to take our ti selecting, we should confirm what needs confirming.”
“Are you saying we should get him a health checkup?”
“Why would I bring up sothing that trivial here?”
Go Seon-a looked over.
Her eyes were... odd.
“Hormone levels and sperm count are theoretical. We need to see whether pregnancy and birth go smoothly in practice.”
Do we... need to see that?
“So what do you suggest?”
“Pick from the collateral line and get them pregnant. A girl whose blood is relatively close to ours. That way we can build proper data.”
“Hm.”
Wow...
She’s saying crazy things with a straight face.
And is that even aningful? It’s 2077—do we really run analog experints like that?
“There is one who cos to mind as the closest collateral.”
And Min-young and Hayoung nodded along to that madness.
They actually think it has rit.
“Right. Muyeol, we’ll talk about that later. Okay? Do you have to say your piece right now?”
“N-no. It’s not that I have to...”
“Aw~. What a pity~. I could’ve sealed my victory today. But our child matters more, right?”
“H-haha...”
“So we grab one and get her pregnant? Ok?”
“Will one be enough?”
“She has a daughter too. Get the daughter pregnant as well. Conveniently, the case fits us.”
“True.”
“Muyeol, you fine with getting them pregnant?”
“I an... sure...”
Better than saying sothing dumb here and getting pumled.
“Are you lot done? What are you doing at the dinner table. Honestly.”
“You knew about this too, Dad?”
“Sort it out among yourselves. Let’s eat, for once.”
“Enjoy your al, Father.”
Peace(?) returned to the table.
Go Seon-a’s shocking pitch cooled the topic—am I supposed to be happy about that?
For the first ti in a while, the gentle clink of tableware rang.
‘Wait... getting the closest collateral pregnant...? Isn’t that Minji-ah?’
If we an the closest collateral to the direct line, that’s Minji-ah. Obviously.
And she has a daughter.
Minji-ah and her daughter... violate them and get them pregnant...?
Throb!
Even now, I got hard.
Wrap that dense body in my arms and use it however I want, throw her on the bed, spread her legs and between them—
And the daughter too...?!
Clench!
“Eek?!”
Then.
A hand shot out from the side and clamped my hard dick in a firm grip.
I looked—Go Min-young.
She was smiling, cool as ice.
“Feels good? Turned on?”
“N-no, it’s—”
Slick, slick—her hand stroked where others couldn’t see, and she leaned in to whisper:
“Our Muyeol wants to get soone pregnant? Don’t worry. When the experint’s over... I’ll get pregnant as much as you want.”
“—gh.”
She kept whispering sweetly, hand moving...!
A mont or two and maybe we’d get away with it, but with everyone here? There’s no way this won’t be noticed!
Kuk—
From the other side, sothing else prodded dead center between my balls.
The spot that doesn’t hurt on the balls, perfectly linked to the shaft.
“What are you doing, sis? Why are you glued to Muyeol, hmm?”
The culprit was Go Hayoung’s foot. Chin propped on her hand, glaring at Min-young.
Her toes climbed my shaft, t Min-young’s hand.
“...”
“...”
They glared at each other.
Each refusing to cede position—
“Enough!!”
Grandfather’s bark crashed down before it could escalate, and Min-young and Hayoung clicked their tongues and withdrew.
“Tsks-tsks-tsks. When are you going to grow up? Can’t you see your father getting old??! And you think this is how you’ll carry Koryo forward?”
“...Old? He’s [N O V E L I G H T] spry.”
“Why would we carry Koryo? That’s your job. You really want to dump sothing that harsh on your daughters?”
“Have so sha! And you call yourselves Vice Chairs... ha.... And you, Muyeol. You think you can build a household, being dragged around by girls like that?”
Uh—
Isn’t being dragged around exactly my position...?
How am I supposed to talk back to my aunts and Vice Chairs.
“Why are you going off on Muyeol! He didn’t do anything.”
“I’m going off because he’s sitting there! You’re the worst one here, girl! Know what to cover and what not to!”
The fragile peace Seon-a had bought with “pregnancy” shattered again.
Shouts flew across the table.
And I...
“...”
For so reason, I t eyes with Go Seon-a.
We held it for about three seconds, then she turned away.
What did that an?
And what was she thinking when she proposed a pregnancy experint?
I can’t read her face.
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