I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family Chapter 20

Shrimp

The next day,

I stayed at ho, indulging in my decadent lifestyle.

I was in the middle of managing a ₩75 billion investnt,

I had dealt with the male protagonist,

I posted a recruitnt notice for a producer,

and started preparing for the prison business.

I had set the larger pieces of the puzzle in place, so for now, there wasn’t much to do.

When things are like this, it’s best to play the scoundrel's part—fooling around.

This, too, is a kind of image managent(?) after all.

If a person changes too suddenly, it’s suspicious.

Why else would Emilia have bothered to investigate ?

She sensed sothing off, so she had soone dig into my background.

So, I have to keep up my act as a scoundrel. Especially since Seo Eun-mi, that NIS spy, is lurking around.

I’d make the trainees dance while I had sex with Soo-ah in front of them,

or I’d ruin Seo Eun-mi’s smile by ssing with her (sexually),

or send a vulgar text to Emilia with a photo of my crotch—

I kept myself busy with all these thrilling escapades.

Then, around 3 p.m., Soo-ah, who was busy with the prison business, brought a file.

"Master, here’s the docunt you requested."

It was information about a woman I’d never seen before.

"Oh, is this her?"

"Yes, this is Yoon Ha-young, a journalist from Shin Mirae Daily."

This was the file I had asked for earlier in the morning, concerning the reporter who published an article based on Kim Dong-gi’s exposé from yesterday.

There was no way I could just let it slide, right? I had to give her a warning, at the very least.

Whether it was a mistake or not, anyone who targets must be punished.

"The full article is attached at the back."

"Hmm."

The article wasn’t that long, probably because it was posted as breaking news.

"All the key points are in there."

"Yes."

"Shin Mirae Daily is a pretty big dia outlet, right? I doubt the reporter could have posted this on her own."

"Normally, yes. But since it was taken down in ten minutes, there’s a chance she acted independently."

"Hmm..."

Indeed, no rational person would have gotten involved in such a dangerous exposé.

Especially not sothing like a sex-for-favors scandal in the entertainnt industry. Touching this would upset so many people in high places. dia companies survive on advertising, after all.

As I skimd through the docunts, I noticed another woman’s photo attached.

"Oh?"

A strikingly beautiful woman, appearing to be in her mid-30s.

There was sothing intellectual and alluring about her—a real MILF.

"That’s Seo Hyun-joo, the team leader of the Social Division at Shin Mirae Daily, and Yoon Ha-young’s superior."

"She’s the boss?"

"Yes."

Soo-ah handed a few more sheets of paper.

Almost as if she had read my mind, she had printed a detailed profile of the team leader.

There were pictures of her receiving an award for being an outstanding journalist, giving interviews, and stills from videos posted on Tube.

You could see her from various angles, but her beauty never faltered.

That ans she’s not just photogenic—she’s genuinely beautiful!

‘…To launch LUMINA successfully and secure its place, I’ll need to have a good relationship with at least a couple of journalists.’

Of course, that’s just an excuse. I was already aroused.

"She’s pretty but can’t even manage her subordinates properly. Tsk, tsk."

I tapped the printed photo of her face and handed it back to Soo-ah.

"Call her in."

"Team Leader, I still can’t accept it."

"..."

"You pulled down the article I posted yesterday without my consent. Apologize, and put it back up."

"..."

The team leader sighed.

At first, she thought this new hire was bold and full of conviction, but after yesterday’s incident, she had co to realize the truth.

This girl simply didn’t know the world.

The less you know, the braver you can be,

and with that courage cos a naïve sense of justice, causing her to charge ahead like a bulldozer.

But would she still be a “true journalist” when confronted with an undeniable truth she couldn’t challenge?

"Ha-young, don’t forget that you’re supposed to run articles by before posting them."

"You made pull my article last ti too!"

"There was a reason for that."

"There wasn’t! My article was flawless! It covered an issue no one else was willing to touch. It was morally, grammatically, and ethically perfect! Isn’t it our duty as journalists to protect the public’s right to know and expose the dirty deeds of the powerful?!"

"..."

The team leader looked up at her.

Her tightly pursed lips and determined eyes didn’t look like they would back down anyti soon.

The problem was, she was too reckless, charging ahead with what she thought was “the right thing to do.”

There are certain things in the world you just don’t touch, regardless of right or wrong.

"Have you ever considered that you might be wrong?"

"I can be wrong, sure. But not about this. Last ti, and yesterday, I was right. You saw that broadcast!"

"..."

Yesterday, rookie reporter Yoon Ha-young had stumbled upon a live stream while browsing Tube.

It was a broadcast hosted by the treasurer of Rainbow Miracle, and what she saw left her utterly shocked.

Sex for favors.

Female trainees being offered to high-ranking officials, and even celebrities weren’t spared.

So agencies had entire teams dedicated to facilitating these illicit transactions.

She was furious.

Such injustices couldn’t be allowed to exist in the world.

So, she wrote an article.

She briefly considered following protocol and having her team leader review it, but rembering her past experiences, she posted it without approval.

The result?

It was taken down in less than ten minutes.

"I sent you the recording of the live stream. You saw it."

"Yes, and shortly after, my computer crashed. Yours did too, didn’t it?"

"That’s because—"

"Ha-young, what you did didn’t just affect you. Other people are paying the price as well."

Ha-young clenched her fists.

She couldn’t accept that kind of reasoning.

"How many people have been forced into silence because of that kind of thinking? How many filthy truths have been buried by dirty journalists sucking up to the powerful?"

"Watch your words, Ha-young."

"I will never back down. This disgusting, vile—"

At that mont, the team leader’s phone rang.

She raised her hand to silence Ha-young.

“Ugh...!”

"Yes, this is Seo Hyun-joo, team leader of the Social Division."

A voice erupted through the receiver.

Seo Hyun-joo pulled the phone away from her ear montarily before putting it back.

And then...

"Y-Yes...?!"

The usually composed woman’s face suddenly turned to one of shock, and her hand, always so steady when holding a pen, began to tremble.

"Wh-Who did you say...?"

It was an expression Yoon Ha-young had never seen before.

"..."

Once the call ended, Seo Hyun-joo slowly lowered the phone, her face still blank.

Even Ha-young, who was boiling with anger and passion, couldn’t help but feel concerned.

"What’s... what’s wrong?"

"...N-Nothing..."

"Huh?"

Seo Hyun-joo closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally managed to regain her composure.

She swallowed hard and returned to her usual expression.

"It’s nothing. Go back to your desk. Don’t bring this up again."

"Team Leader... Fine, I’ll drop it for now."

Ha-young wanted to press further, but the look on Seo Hyun-joo’s face just now was too unsettling.

So, she backed off.

"You an a nyotaimori (naked sushi platter)?"

"Yeah."

The chef (female), who had been staying at my house since yesterday, answered with an emotionless expression.

"There’s no issue with it, but since the model’s body is warm, it might not be ideal if it takes too long."

"That’s fine."

"Understood. Who will be the model?"

"Hmm..."

After a mont of thought, I called for Seong Ye-ji, the first trainee I’d slept with.

"You... you called for ...?"

She approached timidly, not even daring to raise her head.

"I’m thinking of using her."

"Nyotaimori models need to remain completely still. Can she manage that?"

"W-What are you asking to do...?"

"It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just set the mood."

"If that’s the case... Miss, please wash your body thoroughly."

"???"

"You heard her. Go scrub yourself clean."

Ye-ji, still confused, headed toward the bath.

.

Evening ca around, and it was 6 p.m.

"Master, Team Leader Seo Hyun-joo has arrived."

"Ah... really? Tell her to co in."

"Yes."

I sat at the long dining table on the first floor, waiting for the first guest of the evening, Seo Hyun-joo.

Aside from Seong Ye-ji, who would serve as the plate for the nyotaimori, I had placed two trainees on each side of the table, and they were performing a sensual, almost striptease-like dance. The music matched the mood perfectly.

Seo Eun-mi was standing quietly diagonally behind .

In the corner of the room, the female chefs were preparing to slice up the sashimi in real-ti.

Though the nyotaimori was the centerpiece, they were on standby just in case we needed more.

Not that we’d likely run out of food.

"We have to give our first guest a grand welco, after all."

As I poured liquor into the empty glass on the table, the sliding doors opened, and Soo-ah entered with Team Leader Seo Hyun-joo.

"Master, I’ve brought her."

"...!!"

Seo Hyun-joo entered with a visibly tense expression, and when she saw the trainees dancing seductively on both sides of the room, she flinched in shock.

It was understandable—they were nearly naked.

"Ms. Seo Hyun-joo? Co, sit over here."

I gestured for her to sit across from , and though she was stiff, she bowed slightly before taking her seat.

She looked extrely uncomfortable, her hands trembling as she held her blazer.

It was almost pitiable.

She had once been famous for being an upright and uncompromising journalist in her early career. But now, she looked like just another common reporter who had made compromises with reality—though still stunningly beautiful.

"You haven’t eaten, right?"

"Y-Yes... thank you for inviting ... but I’m not sure if I should say I’m grateful... or if I should apologize..."

She stamred, getting up halfway.

"Sit down."

"...!"

"Let’s eat first."

"Ah..."

She awkwardly sat back down.

I handed her the glass of liquor I had poured earlier.

As she hesitated, holding the glass in both hands, that was the mont my masterpiece, Seong Ye-ji, the nyotaimori model, made her grand entrance.

"Excuse ."

It took four won to carry her to the table.

The decadent sight of Seong Ye-ji’s nude body adorned with various types of sashimi and sushi was almost overwhelming.

I couldn’t help but admire it.

Seo Hyun-joo, on the other hand, was so shocked she dropped her glass.