I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family Chapter 387

I spent the weekend resting comfortably in Pyongyang and then returned to Incheon.

Naturally, during that ti, my phone was absolutely blowing up (mostly from the Go family...), and by the ti I finished replying, greeting, and explaining everything one by one, ti had flown by in the blink of an eye.

Why is it that whenever I finally get so rest, ti slips away so fast on trivial crap and gets completely erased...? Truly, it’s a damn sha.

“Why the hell is it Monday already.”

Before I left, Grandpa personally ca out to see off.

He’d probably deny it, but I think there was a hint of loneliness on his face.

We’d actually talked quite a bit over the past two days. Played a few rounds of Go, too.

Now that that grandson is leaving again, I guess he’s feeling the absence pretty hard.

You know, there are always those news segnts that talk about how elderly people tend to feel more depressed after the holidays? It’s different when sothing that wasn’t there suddenly appears and then disappears again. That contrast hits different... Grandpa must be feeling sothing like that.

And ? Honestly, I’ve grown way more attached than I ever thought I would when I first beca Go Muyeol.

Back then, I couldn’t have even imagined it—especially not the part about getting emotionally attached to Grandpa...

I guess this counts as growth, in its own way.

Anyway—

“You’re back.”

“Looks like it.”

“Why does it feel like I can’t breathe when I’m back ho?”

“Maybe it’s because it feels more like you’re back at work?”

“...The way you’re saying that makes think you agree, Seunghee.”

“Eh? N-No way.”

That little sneak Seunghee... the way she avoided eye contact made it obvious.

“Welco back, Master.”

“Oh. Right. Got any results?”

“Ah, yes. Last ti, Park Hye-jung wired money to Heo Yewon’s parents. I decided to trace it just in case, and I found sothing odd, so I started digging ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) deeper into that.”

“Sothing odd?”

The mont I got back, I made my rounds to inspect the workplace.

First stop: the intel team. They're mostly tasked with digging into traces of the Abyss, under the National Intelligence Service umbrella. Lately, they’ve been tracking Park Hye-jung.

“Heo Yewon’s parents have been steadily withdrawing more and more cash. And they’re elderly—they don’t exactly have much reason to use cash.”

“So you started digging into them?”

“Yes. Like when I infiltrated before—when there’s a deep-cover operative, there are usually at least three backup field agents in place. And the most likely candidates are always the people around them.”

“Hmm... Yeah, makes sense. Like how Yeonju posed as your mom.”

“Exactly.”

Seo Eun-mi laid out her report.

The summary? Park Hye-jung, who’s currently impersonating Heo Yewon, is suspected to have also planted agents posing as Heo Yewon’s parents.

If that’s true, then the Abyss didn’t just replace Heo Yewon—they killed off her parents and replaced them too.

This group is so absurd, it’s honestly laughable.

“They really are the fucking Abyss.”

They try to act like they’re patriots or whatever, but I can’t for the life of understand how they think any of this can be justified.

If this were just so evil organization that knew they were evil, maybe I’d get it.

“Alright. Keep digging.”

“Yes, sir.”

After Seo Eun-mi’s report, I ssed with Danto’s cheeks for a bit—he’ll be deployed with the intel squad on future assignnts.

The guy had been lying on a yoga mat in the corner of the office the whole ti, casually stretching out his legs while the report was happening, and it just made want to ss with him.

“HUUUEEEECK!! Wh-Why are you doing thaaat!!”

“You call that exercise?”

Feeling a bit petty, I pressed down on Danto’s back while he was doing a sideways split.

He started flapping his arms and screaming, but honestly, he’s flexible as hell. He’s just being dramatic.

“Ughhh...”

He glared at with tears in his eyes.

“What.”

“Uuuuh... N-Nothing...”

He dropped his head and started muttering sothing with his lips moving super fast. Like a damn ninja.

“You’re not cursing out, are you?”

“D-Definitely not.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Uuuugh...”

With that, I left the intel team after giving them a little morale boost.

Maybe because I ssed with Danto, but I felt oddly healed.

I used to love seeing that guy run around with his belly jiggling. Maybe I should make him work out again.

—You mustn’t do that. Your gestures must always be deliberate and refined. Rember who you serve, and maintain grace even in the smallest motions.

Next, I dropped in on Soo-ah, who was receiving Prestige training.

I thought she’d be learning about data or intel gathering, but when I peeked in, she was getting trained in posture and conduct.

Soo-ah was always kind of rough around the edges compared to the other secretaries.

There’s a pretty noticeable difference between secretaries who’ve been through Prestige training and those who haven’t (and honestly, she’s the only one who hasn’t). If you watch closely, even tiny movents give it away.

People with sharp eyes—like those who’ve lived in high society their whole lives—would definitely find it jarring. I guess that’s what this training is supposed to correct.

It doesn’t look all that different to ... but yeah, there’s a different vibe when you’re served by soone who’s had proper training.

Hang in there, Soo-ah.

After a quick round of reports and inspections, I headed straight to the Namdong Industrial Complex.

There’s the usual three-way eting between , the special supervisor, and the Namdong Police Chief, but with more and more companies moving in, there’s more to keep an eye on.

“Now it’s finally looking like a real developnt zone.”

That much progress had been made.

Where it used to be barren, the complex now had temporary buildings, containers, and even formwork structures going up with the help of large cranes—it was starting to look legit.

Most importantly, the area-wide sweep involving large numbers of police and even so prosecutors had been completed last week, so developnt was about to speed up even more.

“Ah...! Y-Young M—”

“Shh. Quiet.”

“...!”

The girl at the front desk, startled to see , slapped both hands over her mouth and darted her eyes around nervously.

The re fact that I had walked into the building froze everyone in their tracks like soone had hit a pause button.

“She’s here, right?”

“Y-Yes, sir...!”

“Don’t go bothering busy people. Just do your job. I’ll talk to her myself.”

“A-Alright...”

She quietly sat back down, and I walked toward the elevator.

Seunghee and the other secretaries practically ran to push the button.

Koryo Militaris Incheon Branch.

A brand-new office, just built a few weeks ago.

Like the Incheon branch of Koryo Credit, it’s a temporary building—for now. Once the permanent office is built, they plan to tear this one down and put up a full-on skyscraper.

Technology’s amazing. They build this stuff in weeks.

It’s called temporary, but honestly, it could work just fine long-term. Still, apparently there are regulations that get in the way of that.

Ding.

The elevator reached the top floor.

The doors opened to the branch director’s hallway.

Ti to give our greedy little Go Minji, who’s hogging an entire floor for herself, a little scolding.

That damn constant texting. Ugh.

Back in Pyongyang, she’d driven nuts with nonstop ssages.

All about that marriage talk—enough to give a ntal breakdown.

Now it’s ti to blow off so of that stress.

“She’s in here. Don’t expect her to co out anyti soon, just so you know.”

“Yes, Master.”

I left Seunghee at the door and headed in.

Go Minji’s secretaries, stationed outside, jumped up in shock and tried to alert her, but I stopped them.

Like the girl at the front desk, they clamped their mouths shut and slowly eased back into their seats.

Creeaak.

I pushed open the big door.

And then—

“I said no one’s allowed in—!”

Go Minji’s voice started soft but quickly ramped up into a full-on shout.

“Does ‘no one’ include too?”

“Huh?”

I stepped inside and walked across the absurdly spacious room.

Past several annoyingly placed glass partitions, I found her buried in a mountain of docunts.

She looked up, lifted her butt halfway out of her seat.

“Wh-What the hell? When did you get here?”

“When do you think? Just now.”

She stood up all the way.

Her black suit jacket was draped over her chair, and her tight white blouse looked ready to burst around her large chest. Her high-waisted dress pants hugged her long legs perfectly.

A classic overworked office lady look—Go Minji gave a half-annoyed, half-delighted expression.

“Hey, if you’re back in Incheon, you should’ve—”

Before she could start nagging, I pulled her into a kiss.

“Mmph?!”

Her mouth is always a damn disaster, so I have to shut that up first—along with those eyes.

That’s the only way she calms down.

It’s like a monthly subscription service, almost.

If you want to keep the peace and quiet, you gotta fill this pussy with your cum—sothing like that.

“Mmmph, mmhmm.”

Still kissing her, I started fondling her full breasts through her blouse and unbuttoning it, one button at a ti.

At the sa ti, I undid her belt, pulled down her zipper... stripping her down piece by piece.

In the middle of the kiss, Go Minji managed to speak.

“You motherfucker, what kind of person starts doing this the second they show up—”

I grabbed her face and kissed her again.

After a minute or two, all the buttons were undone, exposing her smooth skin and underwear.

“Pffft, holy shit... Were you starving? You fucking jumped the second you got here♥.”

She grumbled, but her face was flushed with lust and affection.

I cupped her chin and locked eyes with her.

“So. You hate it?”

“...Fuck...♥”

With hazy eyes, she licked her lips slowly, like applying lip balm, then flicked her tongue again.

I kissed her once more.

“Mmmmh.”

This ti, Go Minji responded eagerly.

With plum-colored nails, she pulled off my clothes, reached into my pants, gripped my cock, and whispered in my ear—

“Of course I love it♥.”

Stupid slut.