I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family Chapter 282

A voice, wet with breathy undertones.

Go Hayoung’s voice usually had a bit of sultriness to it, but just now, when she called my na, it was especially so.

Would you believe if I said I could feel moisture in her voice?

‘What the hell. There shouldn’t be any rooms around here except mine.’

Just in case, I quickly looked around.

But, as expected, there was no other place Go Hayoung might be visiting.

If she ca this way, her destination had to be my room. No doubt about it.

“I just thought I’d co see my dear nephew’s face. Almost missed you, didn’t I?”

Figures.

So my room was the goal.

But why...?

Did she even have a reason to co to my room?

It’s not like we run a business together.

And it’s not like we’re close enough to be getting physical either.

Even if sothing were to happen, there needs to be a foundation of familiarity—

but besides the fact that we’re aunt and nephew, there’s absolutely nothing.

At most, we had a brief conversation when she gave that yacht recently,

and I send her routine check-ins like spam emails, maybe?

But would those things really be enough to build any kind of closeness? I’m not so sure.

“Hmm~, what’s with that face, like you’re thinking way too deeply? Are you picking your words for or sothing? Running so kind of calculation?”

“N-No, it’s nothing like that. I was just a little surprised...”

“Yeah?”

She chuckled knowingly and stepped in closer.

Like any Go family mber, she wasn’t short. Lowering my gaze just a little was enough to et her eyes.

“It’s okay. We’re one of the few family mbers left, aren’t we? Even if you’re a little rude, I can let it slide.”

She stepped right up to , saying that, and subtly brushed my shoulder.

“...!”

It wasn’t like she was dusting sothing off,

but it wasn’t full-on caressing either—an ambiguous move.

Should I say it was cautious?

Not obviously so, but for Go Hayoung... yeah, she seed to be acting a little carefully.

‘She’s close... Just like that, with no pretext at all...’

If she reached out just a bit more, ca just a little closer, it’d be a full-on hug.

Silently,

that slow, almost crossing-the-line hand rubbing my shoulder—it felt strangely erotic.

And with her body nearing, her scent hit my nose,

making my head spin in an instant, a pulse throbbing hard below the belt.

Both my arms twitched like so spineless reflex,

overwheld by the urge to wrap her up.

“So don’t think too deeply in front of . I’ve got a bit of a short fuse~.”

Whether she knew how disoriented I felt or not, she gave a wink, kneaded my shoulder twice, and brushed past .

“‘Scuse for a sec~.”

“...”

As her body moved farther away, the fog in my head started to lift too.

She opened my door and slipped inside—without asking.

A short mont, but it felt like a storm that dragged on forever.

The impact was so intense, it took until now to register the bizarre fact:

my door just opened using my aunt’s biotric data.

‘What the hell. Why would Aunt have access to my room... Wait, don’t tell it works in reverse too? Like, I can open her room or my sisters’...?’

In a state of mild shock, I followed her into the room.

Looks like I’ll have to postpone screwing Go Minji for later.

Go Hayoung’s visit didn’t turn out to be for anything major.

“We’ve never really had a proper chat like this, have we?”

It started with light conversation and small talk—so questions too.

There was a lot of talk about the super yacht she recently gifted ,

and quite a bit about Go Hayan as well.

I did go on a yacht date with Go Hayan not long ago,

and I’m probably going to lend it to her again soon,

so # Nоvеlight # yeah, we had a lot to talk about.

Add to that so follow-up chatter from earlier at the dining table—

that’s what our conversation mostly revolved around.

‘Did my change in attitude really co off that strong?’

I used to reply with stuff like “I’ll give it a shot,”

but now I’d said, “I’ll contact you if needed.”

That must’ve stood out a lot—enough for her to co see like this.

‘But still... Was that really the reason she ca...?’

There was no real need to visit my room just to talk about that.

She could’ve easily brought it up casually during dinner later.

It wasn’t even that personal—just vague topics all around.

‘Which ans... it’s probably what I’m thinking, huh?’

She’s probably here for another reason.

And the only thing that cos to mind is:

a conversation of the body.

‘...’

This twisted Go family is the kind of household

that seems designed for everyone to go nuts over a single dick.

Of course, that’s just my theory—

but it explains Go Minji and Go Minyoung pretty damn well.

‘It’s not like she can just co out and say “Let’s fuck,”

so she’s probably laying the groundwork, building so kind of familiarity.’

Minji and Minyoung each had their own triggers.

Minyoung flipped when I gave her that “Burning Rose.”

Minji was switched on by the necklace.

But with Go Hayoung and ?

We don’t have anything like that yet.

No natural trigger.

And without one, incest within the family doesn’t co easy.

“Hmm, it’s almost dinner ti. Can’t believe how fast it’s flown.”

Go Hayoung let out a soft moan as she checked her wristwatch.

She looked at with a strange gaze,

then stood up with a sowhat regretful face.

“Guess it’s about ti. Too bad~. I wanted to keep talking a little more.”

I stood up with her.

“Well, it’s not like today’s our last day.”

“True. And we’ve still got plenty of today left anyway~.”

With the whole family finally gathered at the Solar Palace,

there was no skipping dinner.

Leaving behind a lingering, low-key heat between us,

Go Hayoung and I exited the room and headed for the dining hall.

Just like that,

our conversation seed to co to an end.

“Goddamn son of a bitch...”

“You’re always so lively, my sweet Minji~.”

“...”

Go Minji was about to smack with a knuckle punch,

but froze up when she noticed Go Hayoung nearby.

Even reckless Minji couldn’t act up in front of soone old enough to be her mom.

Silently thankful for Go Hayoung, my accidental bio-shield,

I walked into the dining room with her.

Minji followed behind , a bit awkwardly.

When I smirked at her, now demoted to peasant status,

she ground her teeth and flipped off.

And so, the dinner setup resud.

We’d already covered the heavy stuff at lunch,

so dinner was nothing but light chatter.

Just the kind of casual conversation you’d expect in any family.

Though...

the scale of that “casual” talk was a bit over the top.

‘There’s gotta be so kind of opening...’

anwhile, my head was filled to the brim with thoughts of Go Hayoung.

I’d already morized that body, that face, her gestures, her scent—what was I supposed to do?

It’s obvious just by looking—

Go Hayoung’s body is burning up too.

She’s already planning how to make it happen with .

Both of us are just desperate to find a pretext.

‘There’s gotta be sothing if I look hard enough.’

So kind of reason to pin her down.

A way to build an intense enough mood

so that, even if we are aunt and nephew, we can still end up pressed together down there.

There has to be sothing.

“...?”

While I was deep in thought, my eyes t Go Hayoung’s.

She, uncharacteristically, had hardly spoken during the conversation.

Was she thinking the sa thing I was?

Heh.

She t my gaze and slowly smiled.

It was just a simple smile—nothing more.

And yet, to , it felt like a wicked temptress was grinning lewdly.

‘...I will have her.’

In the end, I didn’t hear a single word of whatever was said at that dinner table.

“Muyeol-ah?”

Tea ti had co and gone, and the sky was beginning to darken.

Just as I was about to return to my room, Go Hayoung was the first to call out to .

“Tomorrow’s Lunar New Year day, you know. Do you know how to perform sebae?”

“Sorry? Sebae?”

“Yeah, sebae. You know how strict my dad is~. He never lets that kind of thing slide.”

That... still exists?

Sebae, of all things?

‘Well... I guess in a chaebol family, it’s inevitable...?’

Now that I think about it, it’s probably because we’re a chaebol family that they cling to these traditions so tightly.

Even in 2077, this family still insists on getting reports in paper form—sebae is practically high-tech by comparison.

“If I rember right, Muyeol, you’ve never done sebae before, have you~? If you’re okay with it, I’ll show you how.”

“...You’ll show , Aunt?”

“Of course. It takes a bit of finesse, you know.”

Finesse?

What kind of finesse does sebae need...?

“You’ve gotta control your strength just right, and the rhythm too...”

Just like she did earlier in the hallway, Go Hayoung stepped in close again and started touching my shoulder and upper arm.

She stroked gently, like she was handling so priceless porcelain.

“Anyway, it takes technique in a lot of ways.”

“...Are we still talking about sebae?”

“Of course~. It’s sebae, obviously.”

She suddenly leaned in.

So close she was practically hugging ,

her face ended up right beside my ear.

Complete physical contact!

“Practice on . I’ll accept it as many tis as you want♥.”

“...”

Her voice in my ear was soaked in stickiness.

It was like pussy juice had been turned into sound.

At this point, it’s undeniable, right?

No matter how you spin it, that is not sebae.

No one—no one—could possibly think that was sebae.

‘She’s using sebae as an excuse...!!’

Go Hayoung had really put in the work.

To co up with a pretext like this—that takes effort.

“Okay, Muyeol?”

“...I feel like I’ll have to do it a lot. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“A lot? Of course♥.”

“We might be at it all night...”

One of her hands, now lowered, gave my ass a firm squeeze.

“Totally♥.”