Chapter 342
Pretty sure I explained that whole thing about the Permanent Special Prosecutor Act before.
Is she messing with me on purpose?
Does that mean she’s finally done living the office-floor futon life?
She’s been completely swamped with the Incheon branch relocation—
Guess she’s finally breathing a little now.
and suddenly she insults herself, then starts cussing me out too.
Then about three minutes later, she replied:
and yet it carried such fury.
She’s calling.
Go Minji.
Why bother calling when she could just text?
When I picked up—
A vicious threat drilled into my ear.
Her voice—a little tomboyish, soaked in lust—
pounded against my eardrum, and I got turned on for no good reason.
Still, what the hell is up with this absolute lack of phone etiquette?
Say your piece, then hang up like that—where’d she even pick that up?
It wasn’t far.
‘Well, since it’s a reward night anyway, let’s just make Soo-ah the star tonight.’
I’d been planning to spend the night with a very turned-on Soo-ah...
But messing around with Go Minji wouldn’t be so bad either.
Maybe just for today, I’ll give all the little cocksluts some free time to play.
After all, in situations like this, it’s good manners for the boss to step back early.
Let’s be a man of manners.
‘I'll fuck Go Minji, head to the Pyongyang factory to check the RK series production line, return to Incheon for the grand banquet, then jet off to Jeju.’
Busy, busy.
“Soo-ah.”
“Yes! Master!!”
In the crowd, I found Soo-ah and told her I’d be stepping out first.
When I casually said today would be free time for everyone, her eyes went wide—then she nodded with a grateful expression.
“I’ll be going to Pyongyang right after the schedule wraps. I’m only bringing Seol with me, so handle things with Seung-hee while I’m gone. Get the banquet prep done, Kim Eun-ji’s party founding, and the Cockhouse Alliance stuff. You know what I mean. If Daejin Construction contacts us, pass it to me.”
“Y-Yes, sir...”
After stressing it again, I left the building with Baek Seol.
[Message - Go Minji]
Go Minji’s already rushing me.
Guess she really can’t wait to get dicked down.
Pathetic.
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The house Go Minji bought turned out to be a penthouse apartment between Namdong Industrial Complex and Songdo.
Fancy enough to have an AV pad on the roof, but being near Namdong meant it probably wasn’t outrageously priced. It’s probably going up now, though.
“Welcome, young master.”
Two secretaries bowed politely as I stepped off the AV.
If memory serves, I’d probably fucked both of them at least once during sessions with Go Minji.
Just remembering that, and thinking about her, got me semi-hard.
“This is a gift from the young lady to you, sir.”
“A gift?”
A few secretaries came out holding something huge and gift-wrapped.
Last time she gave me a soft silicone dildo as a gag gift, so I hesitated.
But this one looked far too big and heavy to be a joke like that.
‘A painting, maybe?’
Thud.
“Oh...”
Over a meter wide, nearly two meters tall—
the package was massive.
Thick enough to fit a human torso inside.
I tore the wrapping off, curious—
inside a transparent acrylic case was a map of Incheon.
But it wasn’t just a map.
The terrain—mountains, hills, buildings—was recreated in ultra-fine detail.
Given the size, the buildings were almost semiconductor-level miniatures.
Looking closely, they weren’t just tossed on randomly—
They were exact replicas of the actual structures.
A perfect miniature model of all of Incheon!
“Whoa... What is all this...?”
“The young lady specially ordered this for the occasion of the Permanent Special Prosecutor Act passing, sir.”
“Haha...”
Of course.
There’s no way someone like Go Minji wouldn’t have known.
She played dumb just to pull off this surprise.
‘So that’s why she forced me to come over.’
So very like her.
“Congratulations on the passing of the Permanent Special Prosecutor Act, sir.”
“Thanks. Tell my sister I appreciate it too.”
“I believe you should tell her yourself...”
“Ah. You’re right.”
I should express my gratitude by cumming all over her.
This must’ve taken at least a month to prepare.
She probably didn’t make it herself, but even so—
to go out of her way to commission something like this during her busy schedule...
That took serious effort.
“Seol-ah, load it up.”
“Yes, sir.”
Baek Seol picked up the massive Incheon model and carried it to the AV.
“And where’s she?”
“She’s inside.”
A secretary handed me a card.
“?”
There was a message scribbled on it:
– I’m hiding in the house. Come find me^^
“What the hell...”
“If the staff would please go this way. Sir, that door is for you. It’s ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) unlocked.”
“Huh.”
With that, the secretaries left—along with Baek Seol.
Normally they’d escort me in first, or at least stay behind.
‘Another surprise in store?’
Maybe she’s set up some kind of weird, lewd trap inside.
Beep. Beep-beep.
I walked up to the front door. It opened automatically.
A creak echoed as I stepped inside to a dead-silent interior.
It had that vibe—like coming home late from overtime in a sterile apartment.
[Message to Go Minji]
She replied instantly:
– Nope?
– I invited you to inspect your tiny dick
– That’s...
She’s such a tsundere brat with a foul mouth.
– And you little shit
– What’s with the zero mood contact
– What now
– Did you read the card I sent?
– You said you’re hiding
– Why even hide in the first place
– You moron
Like hell I’m supposed to just know what this is.
– Isn’t it obvious?
– I’m a sexy OL dragging her exhausted body home after work
– And you’re the rapist who breaks in to fuck me
– ???
– You
– scour the whole house
– looking for me
– and when you find me
– just
– LOL
– You know what comes next, right?
– ;;
– Hurry the hell up
– I’m soaking the floor already
– Are you fucking serious LOL
Unreal.
She once mentioned doing a homeless-rapist play.
Turns out she wasn’t kidding.
– You’re a fucking degenerate, Go Minji
– 🖕