My Family's Secret Website

Thursday.

1:30 p.m.

In Sohen’s room.

- (Me). "I’m really lucky when it comes to my looks..."

At that moment, the owner of a twenty-centimeter penis and the only man in the Namgung family stood in the middle of his room, slowly buttoning his shirt.

He was wearing a burgundy long-sleeved shirt.

The fabric hugged his shoulders and chest tightly but didn’t restrict his movements.

Light gray trim ran along the button placket, the inside of the collar, the cuffs, and the small pocket on the left, contrasting sharply with the rich red color.

He had rolled up his sleeves to mid-forearm so the gray cuffs were visible.

On the bottom — dark blue classic-fit jeans, slightly tight around the hips.

On his feet — plain black sneakers without logos, comfortable and unremarkable.

In just a few minutes, he’ll be heading out to meet his... personal blackmailer.

(What does that crazy bitch want to talk to me about?...)

Sohen grabbed his phone and a slim wallet from the nightstand, tossed them into his jeans pockets, and walked out of the room.

- (Me). "..."

(I hope there aren’t any more surprises, because honestly, I’m sick of them.)

- (Karin). "See you soon, son, and don’t be late for dinner."

- (Me). "Okay... Mom."

- (Karin). "Hehe..."

(It’s time to meet this... not-so-good girl.)

Refreshed but a little nervous, Sohen left his house and headed to the "Coral" shopping mall.

(It’s such a relief that nothing happened yesterday. I could count the "quiet" days over the last few months on the fingers of one hand.)

The day before.

The protagonist’s morning began... normally.

Sohen woke up around 8 o’clock, washed up, did a little stretching, and had breakfast with his family as usual.

(Delicious and peaceful... Strange. I was expecting another morning erotic show, but for better or worse, my dear family members seem to have decided not to provoke me today.)

After breakfast, he sat down at the computer and worked until lunch: he went over the rules of the "Trump Dollar," checked liquidity, and closed out some small positions.

The market was calm.

(Analysts had said there would be a bit of chaos before lunch, but everything seemed normal and unchanged... Well, that’s fine.)

Around 12:30 o’clock, he went down to the kitchen.

Karin was already setting the table, and Runo had just returned from her morning volunteer shift.

Over lunch, the conversation was mundane: Runo briefly recounted how her morning at the center had gone, and Karin mentioned that she planned to cook something new that evening from one of the cooking videos she’s been watching lately.

Sohen listened, occasionally nodding, and hardly chimed in at all.

- (Me). "..."

(Looking at them both, you’d never guess that one is nearly sixty-ten and the other is forty. It really is like looking at two slightly older sisters of Phoebe’s. How is it even possible to look so young? Could it be that, besides the fact that the MILF and GILF suck my dick at night, they also drink blood?)

After lunch, he went to the living room.

He turned on the World Cup match and watched for about an hour, occasionally glancing at his phone.

(The U.S. and North Korea tied in that game I missed yesterday. Football experts said it was one of the most boring games in the history of such a tournament, so... it’s a good thing I didn’t watch it. A game with no attacks and defense-first play is what annoys me the most in football... Right now, the Sri Lanka and San Marino national teams are playing, and they happen to have similar playing styles. It’s level 67 nausea.)

The match between the African and European teams ended in a 0-0 draw.

After the final whistle, he turned it off and went back to work.

(Back to my "favorite" charts...)

Later in the evening, Phoebe stopped by for a few minutes to talk about a new video game she’d ordered and wanted to try out with her older brother, Runo asked for help unpacking a few boxes of supplies for the volunteer center.

(The boxes are heavier than usual today.)

He helped out, then worked for another hour.

Dinner went smoothly.

Family chatted about little things.

Sohen hardly said a word.

Around ten, he went up to his room, took another look at the market, checked the route to the "Coral" shopping mall, and went to bed.

(I wonder what Valkyrie has in mind...)

...

1:55 p.m.

The present moment.

Sohen left the house early and soon found himself near the "Coral" shopping center.

(Ten minutes had already passed, and the white-haired egirl still hadn’t shown up. Is she one of those people who likes to be late or show up at the last minute?)

There were just a few minutes left until the appointed time.

- (Me). "..."

- (???). "What a hot ass..."

- (Me). "???"

Suddenly, he sensed someone approaching from behind.

He turned around, and there stood Valkyrie.

- (Me). "..."

Her platinum-blonde, almost white hair fell to her shoulders, slightly tousled with soft waves, as if she had just run her hand through it.

A few strands fell across her face.

On her bridge of the nose was a tiny black star; on her cheeks and nose were barely noticeable freckles.

Her eyes were light, with long lashes and sharply defined eyeliner.

She had a septum ring in her nose and a small piercing on her lower lip.

Her lips were dark red, slightly glossy.

She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, buttoned almost all the way up.

Over it was a black, form-fitting top with thin straps and a lace trim.

Below that was a short black sun skirt that flared out from the waist in a wide flare.

A wide black belt with large silver eyelets cinched her waist tightly.

Around her neck was a thin black choker and two thin gold chains.

On her feet were chunky black boots with high platforms.

Valkyrie stopped a meter and a half away from him.

Her gaze was calm, slightly heavy, as if she had already taken everything in.

There was neither a smile nor any obvious tension on her face — only composure and a slight detachment.

For a few seconds, they simply looked at each other.

People were walking by, someone was talking loudly on the phone, and an advertisement was playing over the mall’s speakers, but at that moment, all of it seemed like background noise.

(Who would have thought that behind such unconventional beauty could lie such a rare bitch, one who would even resort to blackmail to achieve her own ends.)

It was Valkyrie who broke the silence first.

- (Valkyrie). "It’s good that you got here on time..."

She said in an even, slightly low voice.

- (Valkyrie). "Let’s go. It’s too crowded here. There’s a quieter spot nearby."

Valkyrie nodded toward a small park off to the side of the shopping mall and took a step in that direction without even looking back, as if she were already certain he would follow.

- (Me). "..."

Sohen stood silent for a few seconds, watching her walk away, then took a step and caught up with her.

- (Me). "All right..."

He said calmly.

- (Me). "So... What did you want to talk about?"

Valkyrie didn’t even slow her pace.

She just cast a brief glance at him from under her white bangs.

- (Valkyrie). "I’ll tell you later, but for now... it’s time to ’have some fun.’"

Sohen raised an eyebrow.

- (Me). "Have some fun?"

- (Valkyrie). "Yes..."

She replied with a barely noticeable smile at the corners of her lips.

- (Valkyrie). "Come with me."

- (Me). "???"

Before Sohen could say anything else, Valkyrie confidently took his hand.

(I don’t like this at all... and I didn’t mean the physical contact with her tiny hand.)