Chapter 528:
“You keep that up, and you’ll die alone in your room, you know that?”
“...”
At the sudden intrusion of Go Hayoung’s voice, Go Hayan let out a deep sigh.
She’d cut off all the context as usual, but the meaning was still painfully clear—clear enough to make Hayan’s head throb.
“...You barge in and that’s the first thing out of your mouth again?”
“What do you mean again? This isn’t the time to sit there pretending everything’s fine~.”
“Mom, I’ll handle it my—”
“I let you handle it last time, and look where that got us! You think I’m gonna sit back while my daughter’s pussy grows cobwebs? How can I trust a girl who tells herself being last place might be better than being second-rate?”
“Ha... Do you even hear yourself? Is that something a mother should be saying to her daughter?!”
It was the same fight as always, one that should’ve grown dull by now, but somehow it still managed to piss her off every single time.
Because every time, it hit right where it hurt most.
Even though Hayan was trying to keep her composure, inside she was just as desperate.
Something bitter had lodged itself deep in her chest—something strong enough to tear through even her own self-rationalizations.
No matter what kind of fancy words she used, it was still a fact: she was falling behind other women. Far behind. Even her own mother.
No matter how hard she tried, she’d only ever be fifth or sixth place now—and the more she thought about it, the more it burned.
“Yeah, yeah. Be grateful I’m even trying to help you when technically you’re my rival.”
“Wow...”
“What other mom in the world does this for her daughter? Count your blessings.”
“What other mom in the world talks like this, seriously?”
What made it worse was that her mother never actually offered any real solution—she’d just show up, stir things up, and leave Hayan fuming.
If you’re gonna rile someone up like that, shouldn’t you at least tell them how to fix it?
Instead, she’d drop some nonsense and call it a day. Of course Hayan was furious.
“You used to be the most aggressive kid, what happened? You don’t have to be as crazy as back when you almost caused a scandal, but a little initiative wouldn’t hurt~.”
“I said I’ll handle it.”
“Sure, if you actually handled it, that’d be great~.”
“Ugh, are you here just to drive me insane?!”
“Of course not.”
When Hayan’s patience finally hit its limit, Hayoung just shook her head and pulled out a sheet of paper.
“You know your grandfather put Muyeol in charge of the Prestige Incheon Branch, right?”
“...”
Hayan took the paper automatically and sighed.
“Muyeol’s planning to build an entire Prestige city zone on the artificial island and run operations there.”
“Mm.”
“And obviously, Seon-a will be the one directly overseeing it. I heard Seonyul’s going first to handle the Education Department, and once she’s done, Seon-a will move in next.”
“Then—”
“Exactly. Those two bitches are about to dig their nests in Incheon~.”
“...”
“And since Seonyul already said she’s moving her base to Incheon, she won’t miss this chance. Soon enough, our whole direct line will be concentrated in Incheon–Seoul.
If you can’t get your rhythm right this time, you might really end up dead last.”
Hayan bit her lip.
She had once said maybe last place wasn’t so bad—but if she really ended up there, that would be...
That would be...
“You know Seon-a doesn’t even care about sex, right? If you lose even to someone like that... hoo... should I stop there?”
Now she stops? After saying all that?
Still—this time, it did light a fire under Hayan.
“Well, I’ll say a few things to Muyeol myself. You try being more proactive, okay?”
Normally Hayan would’ve snapped at her for crossing the line again, but this time she just nodded quietly.
This time, she really did have to give it everything.
“...Then send me to the Koryo Credit Incheon Branch.”
“What about your card?”
“Is that really what matters right now?”
“Oh? And who was dragging her feet until five minutes ago?”
“...”
“Fine, fine. But please—please make something happen this time, alright? We have to think ahead.”
“Ahead?”
“You think it ends after you have sex once?”
“...”
“The real politics start after that.”
The way her mother smirked made Hayan’s skin crawl, but she bit her tongue.
She was the one desperate here.
And so—Go Hayan resolved once again to join the war.
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“...”
The official date was still far off, but Go Seonyul was already in Incheon.
Instead of heading straight for Go Muyeol, though, she went somewhere else—
surprisingly, Go Minji’s house.
Beep.
Click.
A quiet, servantless house. The door opened cautiously.
“Hurry up and get in.”
“...What are you doing?”
“Just get in already.”
“...”
What the hell was this about?
Seonyul didn’t understand, but she stepped inside anyway.
The atmosphere made her glance around automatically—nothing unusual, just empty.
“Coffee?”
“...Can you just tell me why you called me? I want to go see Muyeol.”
“Oh, shut up, you horny bitch. He’s not going anywhere. Take a breath. You look like you’re in heat.”
“...Why did you call me?”
“Just sit down first. I’ll make you coffee.”
“...”
She’d dragged her here without a word and still wasn’t explaining.
Annoyed but curious, Seonyul sat down on the sofa anyway. Eventually, ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Minji would talk.
“Why is no one else here? Don’t you usually have people around?”
“I told them to stay out until we’re done.”
“...Why?”
“Because what I’m about to say is really important.”
“...?”
What on earth was she getting at?
Go Minji and Go Seonyul—
There was no real overlap between them.
Their only shared topic was Go Muyeol.
Clink.
Minji came back with two cups of coffee, set her own down first, and slid one toward Seonyul.
“Your mom’s not really into Muyeol, right?”
“...?”
“I mean, not that kind of into him. Right?”
“...You’re prying into other people’s families again—”
“Oh, come on. You and I are family too, aren’t we?”
“...”
“Your mom’s practically gonna be my mom soon, you know.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Mm...”
Unusually for Minji, she paused, took a sip of coffee, then said it outright.
“Let’s make Go Hayan come in last.”
“...”
“Just thinking about all the times that bitch smacked me around still pisses me off.”
“You’re the one who kept provoking her.”
“Whatever. She’s fifth or sixth place anyway, so why not push her all the way down~.”
Minji grinned wickedly and slid over to sit right next to Seonyul.
Seonyul recoiled instantly—no way she wanted to be that close to her cousin—but Minji just leaned in further.
“W-What are you doing...!”
“Convince your mom for me. She’s coming to Incheon soon anyway, right? Perfect chance to handle it quick.”
“Ha... You seriously called me here just for that??”
“Just for that? This is huge. Whether Hayan’s fifth or dead last makes a big difference.”
“You’re disgusting. No matter how bad things are between you—”
“Disgusting? What’s disgusting is someone pretending she’s above it all when she’s losing ground.”
“...”
“And think about it. Men are simple. Their core mindset is rice bowl.”
“R-rice bowl...?”
“Mother-daughter rice bowl, sister rice bowl, whatever. Two women with a close bond—served as a set.”
“...”
“The best of them all is the mother-daughter combo. Forbidden fruit at its finest. That’s what drives men insane.”
“You...”
Seonyul stared at her in disbelief.
She’d always known Minji’s head wasn’t screwed on straight, but this was another level.
“Muyeol especially. If you told him you were bringing your mom with you, he’d lose his mind with happiness.”
“...!”
“When women come as a set, the power multiplies. Forget one plus one equals two—depending on how you do it, it could be ten.”
Feeling dizzy from the barrage of manipulation, Seonyul shook her head hard.
If she kept listening, she’d go crazy.
“I-I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. I don’t even have that kind of grudge against Hayan.”
“Who said it’s about feelings? It’s payback, that’s all. She’s already fifth or sixth—what’s the harm?”
“If you think that stupid ‘rice bowl’ thing’s so great, you do it yourself. S-sex with your mom? That’s insane—”
“Of course I already did.”
“Wh—What?!”
She—she already did that?
A mother-daughter set? With her own mom?
She’d slept with Muyeol together with her mother?
“What the...”
Her mind went blank.
In her head, Go Min-young was always a cold, calculating woman.
The idea of her in bed with Muyeol was hard enough to picture—but together with her daughter?
What the hell...?
“You think I’d tell you about it without trying it myself first?”
“Ha—haaa...”
“Listen. When you go in with your mom, he goes crazy. Like, really crazy. His dick swells up and every time he thrusts, both pussies make these wet squelching sounds.”
“Agh—?!”
“Ha~ there’s no way to describe it properly. It’s so tight, so fucking tight. You have to feel it to understand.”
“...”
“Anyway, use this chance. Convince your mom and go in together. It’ll do wonders for you. This is top-level classified info, okay? Big sis is giving you a secret for your own good.”
Minji gulped down her coffee as she kept pouring obscene knowledge into Seonyul’s stunned, blushing face.