I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 186

A few years ago, Deputy Chief Prosecutor Oh Yoon-ju worked at the Namdong District Prosecutor’s Office.

During that time, she often ran errands for the Chief Prosecutor and learned about some vulnerabilities in the office. Coincidentally, the Special Investigations Division’s chief prosecutor’s office had one of those vulnerabilities.

To call it a "vulnerability" might be an exaggeration—it was really nothing significant.

Both the chief prosecutor’s office and the adjacent conference room shared a wall with windows facing each other. If someone opened the window closest to the other room and listened closely, they could hear voices from the opposite side.

Of course, if the windows in the chief prosecutor’s office were fully closed, this trick wouldn’t work.

Nonetheless, driven by curiosity, Yoon-ju casually entered the conference room.

Pretending to tidy up the space, she subtly closed the door and approached the window.

Carefully, she opened the window closest to the chief prosecutor’s office and listened.

"Ah, ahhn!"

She heard something.

‘Bingo!’

But... what was this sound?

"Why does it feel like it’s getting wetter? Hmm?"

"Ahh~. That’s because... it’s your cock house... ahhk!"

‘What the hell....’

Yoon-ju’s jaw dropped as she silently reeled in shock, quickly covering her mouth.

What she was hearing through the window was unmistakably moaning.

And cock house?

There was only one type of act where such vulgar language could be used.

If she listened closely, she could even hear the unmistakable sounds of thrusting.

Squish, squelch.

‘To think she always acted so proper and dignified....’

She recalled Lee Na-eun during her days at the Central Prosecutor’s Office.

While everyone else was mildly corrupt and willing to cut corners, she alone stuck rigidly to the rules, handling everything by the book. From the moment she was first appointed, she earned a reputation for being inflexible to the point where even a needle couldn’t pierce her armor.

Soon, she was ostracized by her peers.

Fellow prosecutors rarely spoke to her, and unless absolutely necessary, they avoided working with her.

And Lee Na-eun herself never sought support from her colleagues, often sending cold, disdainful glares their way.

Yet now...

"Ahhn! Haaah! Your pussy... feels amazing!"

To think such words would come out of her mouth....

‘...What a vulgar woman.’

Could it be love?

Was there even the slightest chance that this was a genuine relationship?

The /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ heir of a mega-corporation that controls the nation and a mere prosecutor in love?

Impossible.

‘So this is why she suddenly got backing. She seduced him with her body.’

What a deplorable woman.

How long had she endured her desires, suppressing everything for this one moment? The thought sent shivers down her spine.

‘Wait a second... She brought in an all-female team of prosecutors. Could it be...?’

A chilling thought struck her.

What if Lee Na-eun had assembled these prosecutors to serve as a harem for Go Muyeol, the man who had elevated her?

Of course, a mere Chief Prosecutor wouldn’t normally have a say in staffing decisions.

But Lee Na-eun wasn’t an ordinary Chief Prosecutor anymore.

She was a celebrated "hero prosecutor," having conducted two high-profile special investigations under intense media scrutiny, with none other than the Koryo Group’s heir, Go Muyeol, backing her.

Would meddling in personnel appointments really be beyond her reach?

‘They’re all young female prosecutors, and every single one of them is above average in looks and physique.’

Come to think of it, earlier today, Lee Na-eun had specifically mentioned introducing Go Muyeol to her team.

She had even referred to him as—

‘Master....’

Caught off guard at the time, Yoon-ju hadn’t dwelled on it, but Lee Na-eun had indeed addressed Go Muyeol as "Master."

‘Hah, she’s setting up a harem to offer him on a platter.’

There were positives to this, of course.

Some might see it as an opportunity to get close to Go Muyeol.

There were bound to be women who would gladly spread their legs, seeing it as a privilege. In fact, there might be more of them than not.

But not Yoon-ju.

She wanted a quiet, stable life.

She had no desire to mingle with someone as dangerously powerful as Go Muyeol, only to be discarded later when deemed unnecessary—or worse, eliminated for knowing too much. She wasn’t interested in living a movie-like life.

She preferred moderation.

She just wanted enough to live comfortably, nothing more.

‘I need to leave and think this through—’

Staying here any longer would only yield more moans.

Yoon-ju moved away from the window and prepared to leave the room.

“Kyaah!”

“?”

Right outside stood a small woman sucking on a melon ice cream bar, staring at her.

“Ahh! You scared me...!”

The girl was petite overall, though oddly disproportionate with her large chest.

It was none other than Dan-tto, the woman Go Muyeol had brought along.

Standing by the conference room door was a secretary watching intently.

“Wh-when did you... get here?”

Remembering that Dan-tto was part of Go Muyeol’s entourage, Yoon-ju asked cautiously.

Dan-tto took a few more licks of her melon bar before replying.

“I just got here. They told me I could look around as much as I wanted.”

“Oh... I see.”

Awkwardly scratching her head, Yoon-ju forced a nervous laugh.

“I was just closing the window... haha....”

She reached out, shut the window, nodded politely, and hurried past Dan-tto.

Walking quickly to the conference room door, she gave a small bow to the secretary before exiting.

Both the secretary and Dan-tto watched her retreating figure.

“....”

Dan-tto resumed licking her melon bar.

Then, she wandered over to the spot where Yoon-ju had been standing and opened the window.

“Ahhn! Ahh! Haaah!”

Lee Na-eun’s moans were faint but audible if one focused.

“...This place is so careless.”

Dan-tto muttered to herself, irritated.

This was the same woman who always acted superior while snatching away food!

What a joke.

Holding the melon bar in her mouth, Dan-tto grabbed the windowsill and leaped out.

“!”

The secretary rushed forward in alarm, sticking his head out the window.

Thankfully, Dan-tto hadn’t fallen—she was still holding onto the windowsill with one hand.

"What are you doing right now...!"

Dan-tto raised her index finger to her lips, signaling for silence.

The melon bar in her mouth was a bit distracting, but the message was clear.

"??"

With her arm strength, Dan-tto jumped, planting her feet on the ledge and pressing herself against the wall.

Moving swiftly, she sidestepped along the edge. The sounds of Lee Na-eun’s moans and the unmistakable thrusting noises grew louder.

Despite the cold winter, the chief prosecutor’s office window was open.

"Seriously."

Balancing precariously, Dan-tto reached out and closed the window.

Just before it shut completely, she made sure to say, "Everyone can hear you," loud enough for them to understand.

*****

I came twice inside Lee Na-eun’s pussy.

While the number alone might not seem like much, considering the time frame, it was quite impressive.

It just goes to show how arousing this woman, Lee Na-eun, is.

Her actions, her looks, her voice—they’re all enticing. And the feeling of fucking her is exquisite.

This is what you call a "cock house."

Every second of violating her is pure bliss.

"Hah... Huuuh,"

I exhaled a breath that was more like a sigh, pulling her close and inhaling deeply.

Her scent filled my lungs.

"They said we could be heard, Na-eun."

I’d heard it earlier.

Right in the middle of pounding her, I caught what sounded like Dan-tto’s voice and the sliding of the window being closed.

It seemed like it meant someone in the adjacent room could hear us.

"The window was open. In winter, no less."

"Ahhn... I left it... open on purpose... hehe."

"What? You should’ve told me, you little..."

**Thrust!

"Kyaa! S-sorry...♥."

"You always have to pull some weird shit, don’t you?"

It’s not like I was filming a video or anything—just the sound of fucking wasn’t a big deal.

Still, it was annoying.

I pounded her overly sensitive pussy right after she climaxed, completely wrecking her.

"Kyaaah!"

This damn woman—her legs were spread wide, and she was losing her mind.

What a mess of a woman.

"Hah. Why is it that every time I see her, I want to curse and call her names? Could this be part of Na-eun’s scheme too?"

She’s such a cunning woman.

Her pussy needs to be thoroughly ruined.

"I’m going to cum one more time."

Lee Na-eun’s posture on the sofa was sloppy.

It was clear her focus kept drifting to her crotch.

Did I fuck her too hard?

She seemed to still be feeling the lingering effects.

"I think the Deputy Chief Prosecutor was eavesdropping. She’s the kind of woman who’s been used for that sort of thing before."

"Really? But it looked like Dan-tto was the one who closed the window."

My Dan-tto.

She finally earned her keep for once.

"Maybe Dan-tto noticed first and took action."

"Why was the window open in the first place?"

"Umm~. Because it was cold?"

"Bullshit. If it’s cold, you should’ve closed the window."

"That’s true."

"‘That’s true?’ Just say it straight. Before I fuck you in front of your subordinates."

"I wouldn’t mind that, though~."

"...."

This dopamine addict, seriously.

She’d probably enjoy it even if her body were completely wrecked, calling it "new stimulation."

"Whatever. There’s no point in assigning meaning to every stupid thing you do."

Lee Na-eun gave me a deep smile and suddenly stood up, walking over to me.

I was sitting on the single-seat sofa, the highest seat in the room, so there wasn’t any room next to me. But she perched herself on the armrest beside me.

"Master, we’re planning a grand dinner party to celebrate the founding of our division. Would you sponsor it for us?"

"Wow, you’ve gotten bold enough to make demands now. Do you think you’re my boss?"

"Think of it as my offering to you."

"?"

It took me a moment to understand.

‘Come to think of it, all the prosecutors in her division are women.’

I hadn’t paid much attention, having been too focused on Na-eun.

But all ten prosecutors in her division were young women.

I couldn’t remember their exact appearances, but judging by the way things were going, she’d likely chosen them based on their looks and bodies.

‘If I take the whole division for myself and later replace the Prosecutor General with another female prosecutor, it’d be insane. Add in a joint event with the Namdong District Police, and we could market it as "joint prosecutor-police training" while actually popping champagne and having a wild party.’

‘Even I think it sounds absurd.’