Chapter 365
“Phew... is it almost time?”
Go Seonyul ended her chat with Go Muyeol and let out a small sigh as she scrolled back through their chat history.
She was reviewing everything they’d talked about, chewing over every word—not just for nostalgia, but to make sure she didn’t screw anything up later.
Go Muyeol probably thought she was bombarding him with wall-length bricks of whatever was in her head, but the truth was that was only a tiny fraction. She’d actually been selectively messaging this whole time...
If she hadn’t? ...Let’s just skip the detailed explanation.
Either way, it was their first date, and there was no room for mistakes. And she’d just had a real close call.
She’d meant to send a photo of the museum but accidentally tossed over a “precious item” that had been sitting in her gallery.
Thankfully, in the blink of an eye—barely 0.001 seconds after the “Read” mark appeared—she’d managed to delete it.
“If that had gotten exposed... God.”
Just imagining it made her skin crawl.
She took a deep breath and opened her gallery.
There, she admired a secret photo she’d struggled to get months ago—one she’d taken of Go Muyeol without his knowledge.
The shot of him mid-shower, scrubbing himself with thick layers of foam in a steamy haze...
Unfortunately, it only showed his back and ass. The most important part wasn’t visible.
Still, she considered it a valuable prize.
“This time... maybe I can get a shot from the front? Ideally... you know, naked...”
In truth, she already had a photo of Go Muyeol’s dick.
She’d secretly saved it back when Go Minji had posted it in the group chat.
Granted, there wasn’t a name tag on it or anything... but there’s no way a woman of the Go bloodline would be holding onto another man’s dick pic. So obviously, it had to be Go Muyeol’s. Why Go Minji had it in the first place—well, that was a whole other can of worms.
The problem was, it was just a picture of a dick. That’s it.
What she «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» wanted was something more... holistic. A full-body shot. With his dick rock hard, in all its glory.
“...I’ve got to be strategic. Life is long. Even if not this time... I can at least lay the groundwork for the next.”
Anticipating their first date on Sunday, she once again searched up Jeju Contemporary Art Museum.
She was studying how couples in their prime usually did museum dates there.
But then...
“...What?”
In the middle of her search, she came across a negative comment she couldn’t possibly let slide.
A mindless, slanderous remark that belittled the top modern art complex in Asia with cheap, ridiculous logic.
Normally, she would’ve brushed it off as just the idiocy of an ignorant fool. But not today. She was too on edge.
Their museum date was right around the corner—what if Muyeol looked it up and saw this garbage comment?
“This lowborn piece of shit...!”
She couldn’t just leave it alone.
Someone too stupid to recognize greatness had to be thoroughly stomped out.
“Every sentence reeks of the unbearable stench of a low-class idiot. I’m guessing you’re the type who visits museums not for the art, but for a selfie background. You probably didn’t recognize a single thing about curatorial philosophy, installation rhythm, or the visual lead-line architecture of the space. Do you even know what Jeju Contemporary Art Museum stands for, what kind of spatial masterpiece it is? It’s not some cheap line-up of exhibits. It’s a spatial narrative fine-tuned for immersive experience in time and space. And yet here you are, vomiting out a clueless chunk of text inspired by other clueless mouths, without an ounce of critical filtering. Acknowledge your ignorance and delete this garbage.”
A response came almost instantly to her heat-fueled one-minute rant.
Of course.
Exactly what she expected.
What a fucking moron.
“Impressive, really. You managed to compress ignorance, aggression, insecurity, aesthetic numbness, and emotional instability into just a few lines. It’s almost like a piece of art. Could honestly be classified as a work titled ‘Emotional Technique Experiment Using Regressive Language Structures.’”
No more replies came after that.
They must’ve realized that answering would only trigger another wall of text from hell.
Go Seonyul let out a sigh and sipped her tea.
The heat hit her body and cooled her rage a little.
“...I shouldn’t act like this in front of Muyeol... Maybe I need to practice holding back a bit.”
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After a heated meeting at the Namdong District Prosecutors’ Office with Chief Prosecutor Yang Soyu and Special Investigations Division Head Prosecutor Lee Na-eun, I boarded the AV for my next appointment.
“The Special Prosecutor’s Office’s new security contract will go to our Snow White team. Prep for it in advance.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Namdong office’s security contract had already been handed to the Snow White Red Team long ago.
The previous security company—what a coincidence—was wiped out in an unfortunate accident, and our Red Team swept in to grab the deal.
It’s now led by Gong Seoyoung, who used to be stationed with the Incheon Prosecutor’s Office security firm... before I kidnapped her.
Seeing her again, she seemed very satisfied with her current job. And for such a picky woman to treat me so politely and respectfully?
Yeah. Obvious conclusion.
“Money really does make people gentle.”
“Have you evaluated the tent camp subjects?”
“Yes. We sent in genetic samples. Except for a tiny few, no major rejection reactions were detected.”
“The cost?”
“For a basic mercenary-level combat upgrade, we’re looking at 500 million to 1 billion won per person. If you want them capable of more, you’ll need to invest at least 2 billion won each, according to estimates from Militaris and Medical.”
“Two billion... per head, huh.”
That wouldn’t cut it.
They’d be forming the main bulk of my future army. I couldn’t have them weak.
“How many people are in that tent camp, roughly?”
“About 3,000.”
“Three thousand...”
Christ, that’s a lot.
They’re all female entertainers I abducted—either directly involved in sex bribery scandals, or lost their agency backers after their companies got wiped by Lee Na-eun.
Three thousand of them.
Then again, Koryo Entertainment alone had over 1,000 talents. Considering the survivors of other agencies, maybe it’s not that absurd. Incheon’s population is huge, after all.
Still, it feels unreal.
“If it’s about 5 billion per head... 3,000 would cost... 15 trillion won?”
Wow.
Fifteen trillion just for basic modification costs?
“...It’ll take quite a bit of time too, I assume. Including adaptation training.”
“Have the strategy team draft an enhancement plan. Consult Militaris and Medical.”
“Yes, Master.”
I mean, I took in these female entertainers whose careers were totally destroyed—gave them a place to stay, fed them, even got them to exercise—and now with implant enhancements, they’re going to be walking mid-sized corporations.
Doesn’t that make me a true Master? I suddenly felt proud of the good I’d done.
Zzzzzt.
A message.
“....”
After being bombarded by Go Seonyul’s brick texts earlier, I flinched like I had PTSD.
Thankfully, it wasn’t her.
“...Go Minji?”
What’s this about?
Feeling bored and horny?