There was an oppressive space.
Black marble filled the walls, with digital holograms floating like artwork, casting an ever-shifting light and color across the room. A cool white light descended gently from the ceiling, illuminating the metal and dark-tinted glass table finished in black chrome, yet retaining its natural color under the light.
“Report.”
A woman was the first to speak, her voice heavy enough to feel like a shift in atmospheric pressure. She was seated at one end of the meeting room, slightly elevated, allowing her to look down at everyone as she issued her command.
The others swallowed nervously as they began their performance reports. Each time they stood here, it felt like their lifespan shortened by ten years.
“This is Kim Yong-min from the Aviation Division. The basic design for the first floating carrier ordered by the South Korean Ministry of Defense is complete. We are currently conducting durability simulations on the hull structure... (abridged)... If things proceed as expected, we should be able to start construction next year.”
“This is Chun Man-soo from the Ground Power Division. We encountered... an issue during the prototype test of the 9th-generation Mecha MTX-5090TI.”
“Issue?”
For the first time, Vice-Chairwoman Go Min-young raised a question. Chun Man-soo ignored the sweat trickling down his forehead as he continued.
“Well... since the 9th-generation Mecha was developed with such high performance, there’s a limit to maintaining stable output for the entire system. Additionally—”
“Explain in detail.”
He spent around ten minutes explaining the issues.
The 9th-generation Mecha, a project Military Tech had invested significant resources into, was so powerful that it was experiencing cracks in various areas.
First, material fatigue. The core structure of the Mecha was unable to withstand the excessive heat, resulting in certain parts warping or becoming damaged. The area around the high-output core was especially problematic, and the cockpit was located right next to this core. Given the cost of training pilots (knights), this was no small issue.
Additionally, the core’s energy supply itself was inconsistent. While short-term operations were fine, it couldn’t sustain the minimum operational time required by Military Tech.
“To put it bluntly... we need a room-temperature, atmospheric-pressure superconductor.”
“...”
The fabled room-temperature, atmospheric-pressure superconductor—a material that, simply by existing, could maintain superconductive properties. If they had that, it would solve all their current obstacles.
The problem was, such a superconductor was a “dream material,” and no one even knew if it was possible to create. Not even Military Tech, the leader in cutting-edge technology, had dared to attempt it.
“...Continue the research. You may reduce output by up to 5% if necessary.”
“Yes, Vice-Chairwoman...”
The reports continued after that.
Military Tech might be a company, but the scale of its operations went far beyond what one would expect from any business.
They could, for instance, discard an entire generation of old Mechas, each unit costing billions, merely because they were outdated and planned for upgrades. Or they might ramp up production of unmanned tanks simply because they had extra underground storage space. They could even begin mass-producing ballistic missiles in the name of economic efficiency.
It was the kind of behavior that even a nation preparing for war wouldn’t undertake, yet here it was—a single corporation doing just that.
“Vice-Chairwoman, the 300-square-kilometer artificial island you commissioned 13 years ago is nearing completion. All construction processes are expected to wrap up in the next two weeks, with an acquisition ceremony planned in the waters off Nampo on November 11.”
The topic had shifted to the artificial island project. Go Min-young thought about the island she planned to give to her nephew.
Of course, she had said “if he could be persuaded,” but that was more a formality. She was fully intent on giving it to him.
“No need for a ceremony. Send it straight to Shanghai once it’s done.”
“To Shanghai... ma’am?”
“They’re not listening, so it’s time to demonstrate real power.”
“Yes, Vice-Chairwoman.”
“Also, send my personal island in Tianjin to Incheon. It will go to my nephew, so make the necessary arrangements.”
“Yes.”
Her nephew’s knight’s custom weapon would also be ready in a few days.
‘The time is drawing near.’
Soon, Go Muyeol would arrive here.
Perhaps this might even be the culmination of the two decades she’d been waiting for. She held that anticipation in check, though, not letting it show.
“Make sure the custom weapon for my nephew is prepared, and expedite the completion of the private aircraft.”
“Yes, Vice-Chairwoman.”
+++
Since it was Saturday, I gathered my Jojob entourage for an extravagant round of sex.
Today, in particular, I was treated by an upgraded version of Kang Emilia. Having excelled in her sex skills, she’d been promoted to the top rank of the elite Jojob group after taking a private sex-service lecture from Jung Ga-in. Despite only a short time since then, her blowjob skills were already phenomenal.
“That’s it.”
Meeting my gaze while sucking my cock, Emilia looked like an alluring fox spirit, her very face arousing me.
Meanwhile, Jung Ga-in was nestled in behind, eagerly licking my ass. She was the only one who could properly perform a rim job, so I left that entirely to her.
Min Ji-ah’s training objective is precisely this—to master the art of the rim job.
Being serviced from front and back—what could feel better?
While enjoying the day like this, a call suddenly came from my real aunt, Go Min-young, not Min Ji-ah.
I paused the “services” for a moment and answered the call.
“Yes, Aunt. How have you been?”
That distinctive, dry voice. But somehow, I could feel she was genuinely concerned.
“Yes, I have.”
“Ah... it wasn’t talent, Aunt. Just luck.”
Talent? Yeah, right. It was all knowledge.
I don’t know the first thing about stocks.
“Ah... I see...”
Is this a good thing?
I hope this doesn’t make them start having weird expectations of me.
The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, after all.
Why is she emphasizing my cock so much?
“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind, Aunt.”
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So the time’s finally come. Time sure flies.
“Next Saturday, right? Yes, I’ll be there.”
“Yes, everything is in place.”
Ah, did I sound too intense?
“Oh, yes. Every day.”
She’s really being meticulous.
Why is she so concerned about my energy level? Talking about it makes me feel strange...
Not to mention, the whole “persuasion” thing has been sounding oddly suggestive.
‘Go Min-young... she’s incredibly beautiful.’
While Min Ji-ah is impressive, the original beauty is, of course, Go Min-young.
I still remember the first time I saw her like it was yesterday.
How can I describe it? I guess “overwhelming elegance” would be closest.
‘Damn it.’
The vague memories, the sensation of the recent service, and the sound of Go Min-young’s voice all combined to arouse me intensely.
I carefully slid my cock back into Emilia’s mouth while keeping up the call with Go Min-young.
Though a little bewildered, she resumed her motions.
“Uh.”
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Emilia’s enhanced skills were so good I let out a moan involuntarily.
“N-no, Aunt. I’m fine. Nothing hurts.”
The conversation continued.
I didn’t have much to say, but it seemed Go Min-young had plenty on her mind.
I answered her attentively, even accidentally letting out a moan twice. Though, of course, it wasn’t intentional.
‘Ah... this thrill. Am I truly insane?’
“Hah, n-no, Aunt.”
Damn, she noticed!
Well, she’s had a child, so obviously, she knows what’s going on.
“...Yes, I apologize, Aunt.”
Go Min-young ended the call.
Fortunately, she didn’t seem angry, though it’s hard to be sure with someone who rarely shows emotion.
“Why the hell did I do that?”
Ugh.
Is this because of my sex addiction?
This is absurd.