I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 162

December 4th, Friday.

The day of reckoning had finally arrived—or something like that.

It was the first day of what promised to be three blood-soaked days with Go Minji.

"I’m about to rack up an endless list of sins."

Minji’s villa was located all the way up in the Kaema Plateau.

She had apparently released a horde of prey (humans) for us to hunt and kill for sport.

And since I was visiting, she’d gone out of her way to select only women this time.

Even I couldn’t quite picture how depraved things were about to get.

"Namu Amitabul."

I began the day with a prayer.

"Everything ready?"

"Yes. All preparations are complete."

"Let’s see."

I checked the necklace prepared for Minji.

It had been custom-ordered from the best artisan I could find, with extra cash thrown in to ensure perfection.

Even the chain was made of precious stones.

Using advanced techniques, opals, sapphires, and diamonds in cool hues had been blended together into a gradient pattern and linked into a chain.

The centerpiece—Minji—had been shaped into a large teardrop gem, encased in deep red rubies, the shade of pigeon blood.

Even I felt like I could get lost just staring at it.

"What a goddamn waste of money."

But it was worth it.

Spending money didn’t matter as long as the return on investment was high.

I carefully placed the necklace back in its case and re-wrapped it.

Losing it would be catastrophic, so I decided to keep it with me at all times.

By the time evening approached, it was time to leave.

The trip from Incheon to Kaema Plateau wasn’t short, so I needed to head out.

"Why am I so nervous?"

Maybe it was because I was meeting another direct descendant of the Go family.

There was something unsettling about it.

Especially since it was Minji—officially described as the most psychotic member of the Koryo Group.

There was no guarantee this visit would be pleasant or even remotely safe.

The fact that our plans involved hunting humans didn’t exactly help, either.

"Let’s go."

I steeled myself and boarded the AV.

I carefully placed the necklace, tucked inside a designer handbag, into the storage compartment.

The bag itself was expensive, but compared to the necklace, it might as well have been a plastic shopping bag.

What a ridiculous life I was living.

"Are you nervous?"

Baek-seol, sitting beside me, asked.

I guess my tension was rubbing off on the others.

Even the secretaries had noticeably stiff expressions.

"A little. It’s Minji, after all."

"You’ll do just fine, Master. A-And... we’re here for you too."

"Yeah."

Good girl.

As expected, my girls were the best.

I pulled Baek-seol into a hug, enjoying the warmth of her body as the AV lifted off.

—Hey.

—You’re on your way, right?

—You didn’t forget, did you?

—I told you to be here Friday.

—If you forgot, I’ll strip you naked and hang you from a clothesline in Kaema.

—Hey.

—Hey.

—Hey.

...Shit.

Had I fallen asleep?

I woke up with my face buried in Baek-seol’s tits and my phone vibrating like crazy.

"Goddamn. Is she mentally unstable?"

I checked the barrage of messages.

Was this girl a yandere or something?

She texted like a loan shark.

—I’m on my way.

—Oh. Good.

—I was this close to leaving Incheon to come get you myself. LOL.

"...How am I supposed to not be nervous?"

This girl was insane.

A rich, powerful lunatic with enough resources to drag an aircraft carrier across the Pacific for piracy.

She wasn’t someone I could afford to piss off.

And honestly? Her comment about hanging me from a clothesline probably wasn’t a joke.

She’d seriously been ready to head to Incheon.

"Tsk. What’s this country coming to...?"

The fact that someone like her was a direct descendant of the Koryo Group felt like a curse not just for Korea but for all of East Asia.

—What do you mean Incheon? Did you even prepare properly?

—Of course, dumbass. Who do you think you’re talking to? I even cleaned up afterward. The lineup’s filled with clean bitches.

—How many?

—About... a thousand?

...What the fuck?

—Three hundred are foreigners. A hundred are white girls.

—White girls. Isn’t there some term for that? Like white horses? LOL.

—That’s such an outdated term.

—Anyway, just hurry up. Everything’s ready.

"Where are we?"

"Passing over Pyongyang."

"Damn. Still a ways to go?"

"Yes."

—We’re over Pyongyang right now.

—Got it. Make sure you contact me when you land.

—Will do.

Minji finally stopped texting.

"Jesus. This is insane."

I didn’t think I was exactly good, but next to Minji?

She was on another level.

I couldn’t even begin to understand how someone came up with the idea of committing crimes at this scale.

"She’s probably on INTERPOL’s wanted list."

Seriously, with this kind of operation, it wouldn’t be surprising if she triggered international cooperation.

Either the Koryo Group was suppressing everything, or no one dared to even touch them.

*****

After a long journey—if you could call it that—I finally arrived at Go Minji’s villa in the Kaema Plateau.

Apparently, the entire plateau was practically owned by my aunt, with Minji controlling a sizable chunk of it. That’s where she’d built her villa and hunting grounds.

"...What the hell is that?"

But something was... off.

Gigantic flags fluttered across the vast estate, planted strategically in the yard.

And emblazoned on them?

"...Is that a dick?"

No, seriously—what the actual fuck?

Why the hell did this lunatic put pictures of dicks on her flags?

"Oh, for fuck’s sake...."

"I can’t believe this. I just got here, and I’m already exhausted."

Who invites their cousin over and then decorates the place with dick flags?

What kind of psycho does that?!

‘...Wait. Why does this look familiar?’

And the more I stared at it, the more it nagged at me.

It looked really familiar.

"No way..."

I quickly scrolled through my chat history with Minji, searching through old messages.

And there it was.

"Shit."

The flags—the goddamn flags—were plastered with the dick pic I’d accidentally sent her.

"This crazy bitch."

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That’s my dick.

She turned my dick pic into a giant banner and scattered them all over her villa like some kind of totem?

—Hey.

—Hey.

—Hey.

—Hey.

—HEY.

—HEY.

—HEY.

—HEY.

—HEY.

I spammed her with texts out of sheer disbelief.

And her response?

—LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL

She sent a barrage of laughing emojis, clearly dying on the other end.

"Goddamn lunatic."

It already felt like she’d completely dominated me.

The AV finally landed.

Outside, # Nоvеlight # a crowd of women—no men in sight—gathered in neat rows.

Had she prepared this just for me?

"Welcome, Master Go Muyeol!"

The women bowed in perfect unison, flashing bright smiles.

Not a single one was out of sync.

They were all gorgeous, too—definitely easy on the eyes.

"Master."

One woman, seemingly the leader, stepped forward and bowed again.

Then, from behind her back, she produced a long, wrapped object.

"This is a gift prepared for you by the young miss."

"A gift?"

It was long and cylindrical.

Wine, maybe?

I took it, and immediately noticed how firm yet oddly squishy it felt.

The woman peeked up at me nervously.

"She asked that you open it right away...."

"..."

I had a bad feeling about this.

Slowly, I unwrapped the package.

"..."

It was a floppy, rubber dick.

"Ha."

And judging by the shape, it was my dick.

"Goddammit, Minji...."

I waved the dildo in front of the woman.

The tip wobbled around like a limp fish.

"Where’s your boss?"

"I’ll take you to her."

I followed her into the mansion, flanked by the crowd of secretaries—mine and hers.

Minji was waiting for me in the grand hall on the first floor.

She was sucking on an ice pop, her other hand stuffed casually into her padded jacket.

"Yo—what’s up, little bro?"

She grinned at me, her sharp eyes giving off that signature delinquent vibe of hers.

And behind her?

A statue—easily twice the size of a person.

Of course, it was a sculpture of my dick.

"Wow. You really went all out."

"Heh. Told you I’d roll out the red carpet. Like it? I even had that dildo custom-ordered in platinum silicone, just for you."

"I can’t say I like it, but I’ll give you points for effort."

Minji burst into laughter, clearly enjoying herself.

I was too stunned to even react properly.

"Isn’t this getting a little too personal? I mean, you’ve got my dick hanging out for everyone to see."

"Who told you to send it, huh?"

"..."

"You sent it, and now you’re blaming me? Cry harder, loser~."

"..."

She even started doing the Noko Noko Girls dance, bouncing to the beat and mocking me with her stupid little moves.

I swear, I wanted to smack her upside the head so bad.