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 mont of self-destruction.

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

Hope she rembers this for a long ti.

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

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

She kept prodding 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 ti 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 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 .

—

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 ,

— 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 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 ,

— But that’s impossible.

— You positioned yourself wrong.

— There’s no way you can win.

— ㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗ

She had nothing to say, so she just spamd 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 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 na on the dick or so shit… right?’

No way.

…Then again, it was Go Minji.

You never knew with her.

"Eugh. What a lunatic."

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

Lately, I’d been ssaging 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 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, rimd 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 seed 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, sothing like that.

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

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

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

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

Haaah.

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

I was fucking terrible at naming things.

— Well,

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

— Then how about sothing simple,

— Like ‘Go’?

— ….

— What…

— Are you talking about,

— Muyeol?

— I don’t get it.

She was flustered.

Normally, she’d write long ssages when talking to , 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 na.

— Hahaha.

— Muyeol.

— Yes?

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

Was she about to curse out?

— Never mind.

— Let’s talk about it next ti.

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

— And co up with a na based on how you feel in the mont.

…

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

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

She was even being considerate now.

‘Well, back in my few mories, 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 sen 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 ti I ride it,

— I think of you,

— And feel truly grateful.

She took a mont before responding.

Maybe she was thinking sothing.

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

Right.

She told to stop crawling around in embarrassnt.

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 ssages and replying appropriately.

Ti had passed quite a bit by the ti I finished.

With everyone moving past simple greetings to actual conversations, the ti I spent ssaging 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 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 mbers running huge corporations, my business might look small—but I had only been at this for a short ti.

And I had built it from nothing.

Starting with nothing but a asly trillion won in cash, I had taken Koryo Entertainnt—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 Entertainnt 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 Managent Corporation, AV Managent Corporation, and Muyeol Chemicals.

Even outside the corporate sector, my achievents 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 enforcent—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.