I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 158

Ah, but showing my family a video of me beating someone up feels a bit... awkward.

It’s kind of embarrassing.

- But hey, your punches were pretty solid. Is that what you call delinquent form?

- What’s that supposed to mean?

- Your wrist okay? Didn’t you sprain it? LOL.

- Don’t even start. My wrist’s injured right now.

- LMAO.

- Fat people are surprisingly firm, you know? It’s like even the soft parts are somehow solid.

- Damn.

- The chubbier ones are worse. My wrist still hurts like hell.

- Ow.

Go Minji fired off texts non-stop, even making typos.

She’d done this before—sending over ten messages in just a few minutes whenever she got excited.

- Have you beaten up a lot of people before?

- Yeah. What else am I supposed to do? That’s basically my job.

Come on. As a director at Militaris, I should be doing actual work, not this crap.

- Wait, did you actually go inside Namdong Complex?

- Of course not. I stayed nearby. Why the hell would I go in there?

- Why not? You should’ve gone in and joined the fun. When will you get another chance like this?

What chance?

I’d be ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) lucky not to get shot by a stray bullet.

Even this area was dangerous enough.

- Would you have gone in, then?

- Hell yeah. I’d have grabbed a bow and stormed in. Or maybe used some cooler weapon this time. I’m into that kind of stuff.

Go Minji started rambling about what kind of suit and weapons she’d bring if she’d been there.

God, she’s exhausting.

It felt like my energy was draining just talking to her.

As the eldest grandson of Koryo Group, I rarely felt this way, but Minji was family—a direct bloodline—and completely unpredictable.

- Hey, you didn’t forget our December 5th plan, right? Come a day early—Friday night.

So here we were again, ending with her reminding me about our plans.

How many times had she already said that?

Like I wouldn’t show up.

Maybe she’s just lonely.

That was the only explanation.

She kept bringing it up, almost like she was desperate.

‘Fine. I’ll go.’

- Yeah. I’ll be there the night before.

- Good.

I closed the chat with Go Minji and scrolled through my messages.

The one I had with Go Min-young from last night caught my eye.

Almost like I was possessed, I clicked it.

“...Damn.”

A feast of skin.

Go Min-young had sent me pictures of her pussy.

Videos of her slim fingers plunging inside, thrusting until she was dripping wet.

Even the messages we exchanged were far too explicit to show anyone else.

Just reading them got me hard all over again.

It was basically sex.

We’d had sex through our phones.

“Shit.”

I scrolled through it all while thinking about her—

Her hot body. Her soft, wet flesh. Her moans. Her tightness.

Her responsiveness was out of this world.

And that ass—Goddamn.

“Wait, hold on...”

A sudden thought made me stop and switch back to Minji’s chat.

I scrolled through our conversations.

“...Hmm.”

Go Minji.

Being Go Min-young’s daughter, of course, she was pretty.

Her weird personality and freakish hobbies might dull her shine, but blood doesn’t lie.

And with all the money she had, she had to be taking care of herself.

Her body was probably top-tier, too.

“Fuck.”

Go Minji...

Go Minji...

Could I?

“No way... or could I?”

If I exaggerated a bit, Minji was practically obsessed with me.

She didn’t message me every day, but when she did, it was a flood of texts.

She also helped me out a lot, kept asking me to visit her, and always nagged me about our plans.

It wasn’t normal cousin behavior.

If it weren’t for the fact that I’d already fucked Go Min-young, I wouldn’t even be thinking this way.

But Min-young, my aunt, had no issue sleeping with her own nephew.

And Minji was her daughter.

Could something like that really have no effect at all?

“No? Am I just a horny idiot?”

That seemed more likely.

Seducing a cousin?

Not exactly easy.

What reason would she even have to go that far...?

“...Hmm.”

...Considering how sensitive direct bloodlines are to instinct, it’s not entirely out of the question.

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“Fuck.”

I ruffled my hair, trying to shake off the thought.

“Whatever. I’ll figure it out when I see her. No point in overthinking it now.”

It was best to leave the door open for possibilities without fixating too much.

“Just in case, I need to keep my dick in top condition.”

Back in the tent, I called for Seung-hee.

Because of my orders, she had been measuring my dick size every day.

I pulled it out for her to check.

“It’s bigger, right?”

“....”

Her lips parted slightly before she knelt and started measuring it.

Then she stood up, looking unsure.

“Um... It’s the same as yesterday....”

No way.

With all the points I’d dumped into stamina stats, there was no way my size hadn’t increased.

I could feel the difference when I was actually using it—deeper thrusts, harder pressure.

It had to be bigger.

“Measure again.”

“....”

Seung-hee carefully re-measured, wrapping the tape around my erect dick with focused precision.

Finally, she sighed and bowed her head.

“S-still... the same....”

I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.

Then I shoved myself between her legs.

“Ahhn?!?!”

“Check it with your pussy! Still the same?!”

I fucked her relentlessly.

Dumped every bit of frustration from thinking about the Go women into her.

Even while taking it all, she still didn’t admit it felt bigger.

Disappointing.

-----

I stayed in the tent over the weekend.

With my rising notoriety, it made sense to use the momentum.

I toured the Namdong Industrial Complex area, encouraged the defense and police forces, and even checked in with the prosecutors.

Of course, I didn’t forget to have some fun with my personal harem—Lee Na-eun, Seo Hyun-joo, and the newest addition, Kim Eun-ji.

Kim Eun-ji was a virgin, so I made her first time a formal occasion inside the tent, setting up a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

She endured the pain for my sake, and in the end, she took my load in her pussy.

Since I’d finished inside her, she officially became mine.

No more formalities or honorifics outside public appearances.

Seo Hyun-joo was long overdue for another round.

I enjoyed her mature body, savoring her milf-like tightness.

Just like the first time, I fucked her doggy-style, naked and bowing in submission.

Something about doing it that way turned me on even more.

It felt like I’d unlocked some kind of trigger—like that’s how Hyun-joo was meant to be taken.

Monday morning came, and I returned to the artificial island villa.

I saw no reason to stick around the tent any longer, and the reporters swarming the area were starting to get annoying.

I wasn’t planning on going into politics, but the media attention was getting ridiculous.

It was time to lie low for a while.

Back at the villa, the first thing I did was check in on Ha Eun-young and Ma Yeon-joo.

I had left them together, hoping to completely corrupt Eun-young, but so far, there wasn’t much progress.

“Eun-young’s mental resistance has weakened a bit, but she’s still holding out. It might take more time.”

“Got it. Tell Yeon-joo to keep talking to her.”

“Understood.”

“And if Yeon-joo wants anything, make sure she gets it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Yeon-joo didn’t need much attention.

Her chastity belt was working just fine, so there shouldn’t be any issues.

After that, I toured the artificial island and started planning.

“This area’s for the prison. So around it...”

Seeing the layout in person, hovering in the sky, was completely different from just looking at a map.

It made everything feel more real—and it helped me think better.

I issued orders and got things moving.

By evening, I returned to the villa and spotted Dan-tto strolling outside, munching on a chocolate bar.

She even had a can of zero-calorie cola in her other hand.

What the hell? Does she think this counts as exercise?

I walked right up to her and smacked her ass.

“Kyaaah?!”

Dan-tto jumped, dropping her chocolate bar.

“Kyaaaaaaaah?!!!”

She covered her face with both hands and screamed.

“M-my chocolate bar...!!”

“You call this a walk? Stuffing your face with chocolate? How does that even count?”

I glanced at her handler, who looked flustered and bowed her head.

Dan-tto must have thrown a fit to get her way.

She’s living the dream.

“Your teammate’s body is practically exploding right now, and you’re here eating chocolate?”

“Ugh... S-she’s not my teammate....”

Dan-tto whined, crouching like she was about to pick up the chocolate bar.

I stomped on it.

“Kkiiiiek?!!”

“Three seconds are up.”

“Noooo....”

Dan-tto collapsed to the ground.

Was she always this dramatic?

“Go run ten laps around the yard.”

“Hiek??”