I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 208

‘There she goes again.’

If she actually wore it, she’d only be embarrassing herself. But for a split second, she miscalculated and thought I’d be the one flustered. When I doubled down and told her she had to wear it, that’s when it finally clicked for her.

So she just hurled a few insults and ran off.

A beautiful moment of self-destruction.

For a low-tier pussy like Go Minji to think she could beat me—she was a hundred million years too early.

Hope she remembers this for a long time.

And stops doing weird shit, while she’s at it.

"Seriously though, is this woman actually a dick fetishist?"

She kept prodding me in bizarre ways about it.

At this rate, she’d end up plastering the whole damn house with dicks.

She practically reached that level the last time we visited the villa.

"Well, if she loves them so much, I should send her one."

We were outside, but whatever.

Wouldn’t take long.

I had Soo-ah pull my pants down and get me hard with a few licks.

Once I was standing at full mast, I snapped a photo and sent it to Go Minji.

— (Photo)

— I’ll design a new one for you.

— Nice, right?

— Make a shirt with this

— And make sure you wear it.

— If you don’t,

— Then you’re officially a bitch-ass.

— Got it?

No reply.

But when I checked again a couple of hours later, the read receipt was there.

She saw it.

And yet, no response?

Even she probably realized she had nothing to say.

Another victory for me.

—

Then the next day—

— ^^

I got a bad feeling as soon as I saw the text.

I opened the chat.

She was already there.

— Damn.

— Sent you a text

— And you checked it right away.

— Creepy.

The fuck was she on about? Of course I checked, the notification popped up.

— Were you that fixated on me,

— Little bro?

— Am I really the little bro?

— Feels like I’m more of an oppa.

— Oh wait,

— I was the dad, right?

— Why are you speaking informally?

— ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Go Minji got giddy whenever I called her my daughter.

— So you’re really

— Going to keep provoking me until the end, huh?

— Alright.

— Fine.

— Keep going.

— It’s refreshing.

— It’s new.

— Nunim,

— Drop the useless pride

— And just accept your loss.

— You’re embarrassing yourself.

— ㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗ

— You keep trying to win against me,

— But that’s impossible.

— You positioned yourself wrong.

— There’s no way you can win.

— ㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗ

She had nothing to say, so she just spammed middle fingers.

What a fucking child.

— Alright then.

— Wear the damn shirt.

— I’ll be checking.

— Make sure you show it to Grandfather,

— And all the aunts and uncles too.

— You think I won’t?

— If it’s you, Nunim,

— I believe it.

— I have faith.

— Wear my dick shirt.

— Make me proud.

— ㅗ

Go Minji went silent again.

Was she actually gonna do it?

If she really showed up in that thing with our grandfather there... now that would be a masterpiece.

‘She wouldn’t go as far as writing my name on the dick or some shit... right?’

No way.

...Then again, it was Go Minji. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

You never knew with her.

"Eugh. What a lunatic."

While I was at it, I sent messages to the rest of the family, checking in.

Lately, I’d been messaging them more whenever I thought about it.

And naturally, those dry check-ins had started evolving into longer conversations.

It was still shallow chatter, but progress was progress.

We were definitely getting closer.

Especially with Go Hayan.

We were already entangled in business together, so we had plenty to talk about.

Once you get past that initial flow, conversations tend to branch out—next thing you know, you’re just casually chatting.

At this point, not getting close would be harder.

Of course, I might have felt we’d gotten close, but who knew what she really thought.

For all I knew, Go Hayan still despised me deep down.

But hey, people have instincts.

And from what I could sense, we were definitely getting closer.

— (Photo)

While I was hopping between chats, a new photo popped up.

For a second, I thought it was Go Minji again—but no.

It was from Go Hayan.

I opened it.

It was a ring.

A gold band, rimmed with tiny, delicate diamonds.

And as the finishing touch, an RK-77 gemstone—Go Minji’s creation—sat perfectly atop it.

The whole composition was immaculate.

Even as a guy who never gave a shit about rings, even I felt an urge to own one for a second.

Especially because of the fingers wearing it—slender, pale, and elegant.

The harmony between them and the ring was just perfect.

‘If I got a handjob from a hand like that, with a ring like that... it’d probably feel incredible.’

— What’s this?

— I was brainstorming the best way to incorporate the product into accessories, and a ring seemed like the optimal choice.

— It’s just a prototype, but doesn’t it fit well?

— *As you can see, the base is a gold ring, so the band itself isn’t particularly expensive. But the small diamonds add just the right amount of accent—it doesn’t feel cheap, nor does it feel excessively luxurious. I focused on achieving balance. *

— And when you place your gemstone on top, that controlled elegance is pushed to its peak.

— So basically, the ring itself embodies restrained elegance, but when it gets to Go Minji, it completely breaks that restraint?

— Yeah, something like that.

— But seriously, I still can't get used to that name. In the world of beauty, that name is just too crude.

— I told you to take your time thinking about it, but I really think you should hurry up and change it.

— We’re entering the stage of serious product development, and we need to ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ start thinking about marketing.

— One of the most crucial aspects of marketing is the name. A good name can bring in a fortune, while a bad one can completely tank a product.

Haaah.

But what was I supposed to do if nothing came to mind?

I was fucking terrible at naming things.

— Well,

— It’s supposed to represent restrained elegance, right?

— Then how about something simple,

— Like ‘Go’?

— ....

— What...

— Are you talking about,

— Muyeol?

— I don’t get it.

She was flustered.

Normally, she’d write long messages when talking to me, but now she was breaking them up into short lines.

— Since my sisters and aunts are all so beautiful,

— I thought I’d take inspiration from our family name.

— Hahaha.

— Muyeol.

— Yes?

She called my name but then went silent for a while.

Was she about to curse me out?

— Never mind.

— Let’s talk about it next time.

— See it in person at our Lunar New Year gathering,

— And come up with a name based on how you feel in the moment.

...

Yeah, that was definitely a “You fucking idiot” in disguise.

Still, considering how Go Hayan openly mocked me when we first met, we really had gotten closer.

She was even being considerate now.

‘Well, back in my few memories, Go Hayan was always kind and had a good heart. Out of everyone, she was the one who treated orphan Muyeol the most warmly.’

...Until the semen drink incident ruined all of that.

Anyway, compared to that bratty sociopath Go Minji, she was basically an angel.

— Seeing it in a photo versus in person,

— And looking at the ring by itself versus seeing it worn on a hand—

— Each of those experiences gives a different impression, a different inspiration.

— It’s best to see it directly, and among those, seeing it worn is the most beautiful.

— That’s what rings are for, after all.

— Hmm.

One downside—if I could call it that—was that Go Minji talked like a damn kid, so I could just turn off my brain and joke around.

But with Go Hayan, I couldn’t do that.

Every conversation with her felt technical.

I had to match a certain level of professionalism.

And I had none.

I was just a sex-crazed delinquent.

That made it a little tough to keep up.

— Got it.

— By the way, are you going to be the one wearing it?

— Who else would?

— I can’t exactly bring a researcher or model to show it off in front of you.

That made sense.

— Understood.

— See you then.

— Alright.

— Oh, by the way—

— You recently bought a new AV, didn’t you? Are you using the one I gave you properly?

— Of course.

— Every time I ride it,

— I think of you,

— And feel truly grateful.

She took a moment before responding.

Maybe she was thinking something.

— Good. That’s a relief.

— If there’s anything you find inconvenient, or if any part of it feels subpar, don’t hesitate to swap it out just because I gave it to you.

— Always remember why I gave it to you in the first place.

Right.

She told me to stop crawling around in embarrassment.

She really cared about appearances.

— Understood. I’ll keep that in mind.

— Good.

And that was the end of our conversation.

After that, I went through my other chats, checking messages and replying appropriately.

Time had passed quite a bit by the time I finished.

With everyone moving past simple greetings to actual conversations, the time I spent messaging people had naturally increased.

But—

‘I can’t skip this.’

Once I was done with chats, I called my entire secretary team together to review the New Year’s briefing.

Since our Lunar New Year gathering doubled as a formal event, everyone had to present their business results from the past year and their goals for the next.

It was called a family gathering, but in reality, it was just a corporate year-end and kickoff ceremony.

Not much choice, though.

With a family this big, it had to be structured like that.

From what I heard, it was a massive event, packed with people.

Go Minji once told me that unless you were in the restroom or lounge, every space would be filled to capacity.

And since it was that kind of event—

I couldn’t exactly sit it out.

‘But I’m in a good position.’

Luckily, my performance was solid.

Compared to other family members running huge corporations, my business might look small—but I had only been at this for a short time.

And I had built it from nothing.

Starting with nothing but a measly trillion won in cash, I had taken Koryo Entertainment—a failing, empty shell of a company—and turned it into a massive agency with 1,000 entertainers and a cash reserve of 16 trillion won.

On top of that, Koryo Entertainment functioned as a holding company, owning subsidiaries like Rainbow Miracle, Nokonoko HQ, Muyeol Finance, and soon-to-be-incorporated entities like the Special Correctional Institution, Muyeol Land Management Corporation, AV Management Corporation, and Muyeol Chemicals.

Even outside the corporate sector, my achievements weren’t bad.

Sure, the incident where I beat the shit out of the district chief live on TV was a bit unfortunate.

But it wasn’t a major stain on my record.

If anything, my demolition of Namdong Industrial Complex actually earned public support.

People even started assuming I’d enter politics.

I had already sunk my hands into both pillars of law enforcement—the Namdong Police and Namdong District Prosecutor’s Office.

The police chief of Namdong? Now my personal slut.

The local representative, Kim Eun-ji? Completely under my dick’s control.

As for the chief prosecutor of Namdong, I had already put the Incheon High Prosecutor under orders to handle it.

I’d be seeing results soon.

At this point, Namdong District—especially the area with the industrial complex—was practically mine.

Of course, I had received help from the family.

And my secretaries played a huge role.

But still—

Wasn’t this impressive?

Just four months ago, on August 24, I was a junkie popping pills like a fucking degenerate.

And in just four months, I had built this.

I’d deserve the “crazy bastard” label at this point.