I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 127: 18+

Morning.

Ma Yeon-ju woke up late.

“....”

Her mind felt blank.

She couldn’t even remember who she was, where she was, or what she had been doing. Her condition was that bad.

‘What... happened to me...?’

She tried to piece together her memories.

She recalled opening her sushi restaurant as usual, spending time slicing fish that wouldn’t sell out anyway, when some thugs barged in.

It didn’t seem like they had come for her specifically.

They probably stumbled across her restaurant while passing through the area.

But they didn’t just eat and leave quietly.

Instead, they caused a commotion, complaining about imaginary parasites in the sashimi, trying to humiliate her.

‘I had no choice but to kill them all... If rumors spread that the owner of a sushi restaurant is a skilled fighter, it wouldn’t do me any good....’

And after that...

‘I can’t remember...?’

When she regained consciousness, her entire body was tied to a bed, and a hot, solid object was repeatedly thrusting between her legs.

Hot breaths were washing over her face, and her breasts were being kneaded like dough.

Rape.

She had been raped.

‘Fuck....’

Even though she had vowed to dedicate her life to her country, she couldn’t help but feel devastated by the assault.

And what she had endured wasn’t just ordinary rape.

As she endured the pain and nausea to assess the situation, a drug was injected into her.

Before she could even process the thought of how screwed she was, her nerves went into overdrive, flooding her body with pleasure.

What had felt excruciating moments before now felt euphoric.

She climaxed in just ten seconds.

At that moment, she knew her life was over.

There was no way she could live a normal life after experiencing something like that.

Then came another dose of drugs.

From that point, her memory went blank.

All she retained was a fragmentary impression lodged deep in her mind: ‘It felt heavenly enough to die for.’

Clink. Clink.

“...?”

A faint sound tickled her ears, accompanied by a subtle sensation of pleasure rising from below.

Thinking someone was messing with her again in the morning, she looked down—only to realize that it was her own hand moving inside her.

“!!!”

Her legs were spread wide apart as she roughly thrust into herself, her dry core yielding no lubrication.

“W-what...!”

She stopped her hand, trembling violently.

Raising her hand to her face, she saw it was nearly dry.

Even as she had been furiously thrusting, there was no arousal, no lubrication—yet she had still been doing it.

Clink. Clink.

“...Ah...”

This time, her other hand began to move, thrusting into herself.

It felt as though her body had already been imprinted with the belief that ‘this is what should happen.’

“Fuck....”

Ma Yeon-ju was certain.

Her life was over.

Clink, clink.

“You’ll recognize these people, I’m sure.”

Having received word that Ma Yeon-ju had regained consciousness, Baek Seol printed out several photos and brought them to her.

One by one, she held them up for Yeon-ju to see.

“NIS agents who disguised themselves as crew on a deep-sea fishing vessel in the Pacific. They’ve all been captured. You’ll be seeing them in person soon enough.”

Clink, clink.

“‘V’ must be among them. You, who played the roles of Seo Eun-mi’s parents, have failed completely.”

Clink, clink.

“Ugh, ah...”

“...You’re not even listening.”

Baek Seol lowered her hand, realizing the futility of her words.

Right now, Ma Yeon-ju was far too engrossed in feverishly thrusting her fingers into herself.

“Ah, why... why...?”

“Hm.”

Her legs were spread wide as she rammed three fingers into herself over and over.

Baek Seol had been watching for over ten minutes now, and yet there wasn’t a single drop of moisture.

Despite the dryness, which should have caused pain, Ma Yeon-ju continued her relentless self-stimulation.

“Ugh...”

“She’s completely broken.”

For a moment, Ma Yeon-ju glared at Baek Seol sharply, but she didn’t protest. She couldn’t. Deep down, she knew it was true.

Why... Why can’t I feel... anything...!!!

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When she first woke up, there was at least a faint trace of pleasure.

But now? Nothing.

No matter how fiercely she thrust her fingers, her body remained numb to any sensation.

Fine.

That much she could accept.

The real problem was her brain, which was in a constant, desperate state of craving pleasure.

The moment the stimulation stopped, it was as if deafening warning sirens blared in her mind.

Even someone with Ma Yeon-ju’s formidable mental fortitude couldn’t endure the overwhelming noise.

Why else would her body act on its own, driving her to keep thrusting mindlessly?

Her nerves were completely fried.

Her brain demanded satisfaction to silence the sirens,

but her body no longer responded to pleasure.

Her pleasure receptors had been utterly destroyed.

“Ahh... ugh... ngh...”

Tears streamed down Ma Yeon-ju’s face.

The psychological torment was unbearable.

It would’ve been better to just die outright than to survive in this miserable, degraded state.

“Tsk, tsk.”

Shaking her head, Baek Seol left the room.

It was clear that further measures were necessary.

“...The drug is really potent.”

“It seems the effects were amplified because you used the 3x enhancement drug alongside the narcotic.”

“Hm.”

Now that I think about it, it makes sense.

Either one on its own would ruin someone’s life, but using them together?

Add rape to the equation, and it’d take a superhuman to stay sane.

“Did she have any data or materials on her?”

“There was a storage area in the basement of her sushi restaurant where she kept data. However, it seems it was linked to her physical state. By the time I got there, all the data had already been erased.”

“So it was set to delete the moment she passed out?”

“Most likely. She probably only allowed herself to sleep at scheduled times. If she lost consciousness outside of those windows, the protocol would automatically erase everything.”

“So, nothing was recovered?”

“We’re in the process of attempting data recovery, but it’ll take some time.”

“Tsk, figures.”

She was thorough, I’ll give her that.

Ha Eun-young, who infiltrated Prestige, had fabricated an entire identity so flawlessly it could fool anyone.

Her father, disguised as a deep-sea fishing vessel captain, regularly disappeared to distant seas, avoiding attention. Likely, his role was to manage and connect reports and information from agents scattered across the network.

He must be ‘V.’

As for the mother, Ma Yeon-ju, she operated the sushi restaurant while supporting Ha Eun-young, handling sensitive information with extreme caution. One slip, and everything would be erased—just like now.

If I couldn’t see their stats, I’d probably still be clueless about Seo Eun-mi.

Without suspecting Seo Eun-mi, I wouldn’t have uncovered Ma Yeon-ju or the rest of them.

Considering the reports that Seo Eun-mi submitted, there’s a good chance they would have tried to assassinate me at some point.

I caught myself starting to feel a twinge of pity for her and immediately corrected myself.

Pity? Hell no. If I’d done nothing, I could’ve been assassinated or caught in a terror attack by now.

They brought this on themselves.

Who told them to become spies?

“Let’s take a look at her face and see how she’s holding up after just one day.”

Creak, creak.

Ma Yeon-ju was exactly as I'd heard.

With a face full of desperation and longing, she was plunging the probe into herself. She’d done it so much ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) that she was already swollen, enough to make me grimace. And yet, she didn’t stop her movements.

[Ma Yeon-ju]

Age: 29Affiliation: National Intelligence Service of South KoreaSpecies: Human

Stats:

Combat Power: 99Willpower: 60Tech: 116Leadership: 69Charm: 65

<Traits>

Drug Addiction, Pleasure Craving, Despair, Depression...

<Sexual Data>

Mouth: VirginGenital: Virgin (Connected to Go Muyeol)Anus: Virgin

What the actual hell is this?

It’s in bold font with asterisks, no less.

Even the traits she originally had are completely wiped out. I’ve never seen this kind of thing before. All of it, gone in one shot?

No need for Nine Road, huh?

“Instead, you get drug addiction in bold font, along with all sorts of horribly negative traits that are clearly over the top...”

On top of that, her stats were gutted. I remember her Combat Power was over 120 before, but now it’s dropped below 100. Her Willpower, which used to be above 120, has been slashed in half.

This is seriously terrifying.

“Definitely not something to try on a group. I’d have to go extremely gentle.”

I’ve experienced drug addiction myself.

But the addiction I dealt with didn’t have bold font, and it certainly didn’t come with asterisks.

Even so, the withdrawal symptoms nearly killed me. And for her...

“She’s been like that for a while now. It seems like she can’t feel any pleasure at all.”

“Sounds serious. Do you think it’d help if I stuck it in?”

“...Ah?”

At my words, Ma Yeon-ju turned her gaze toward me.

Her mouth opened and closed as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she clamped her lips shut and continued her self-stimulation.

‘Was she about to beg me to do it for her?’

The thought crossed my mind, and I couldn’t deny it was a little arousing.

The desperate look of someone who might want to ask me to screw her, but clings to the last shreds of her willpower, refusing to fall so far. That pleading expression, barely holding on.

“This is all part of the experiment.”

I began to undress.

I was already fully hard.

As I climb onto the bed, she looks up at me with a complex expression of anticipation.

The treacherous act of crawling backwards and spreading her legs subtly was quite enticing.

I quickly remove her hand and slam my cock into her pussy.

Poof!

“Uhhh?!”

An incredibly tight pussy greeted me.

I wonder if her pleasure nerves have just burned out after all that thrusting.

“Ahhh.”

The look on her face was subtle.

She doesn't look particularly pleased.

Her hands were wringing, her mouth was open, and she was grunting, as if chasing the faintest hint of pleasure.

Tsk, tsk,

I go back and forth.

Her pussy was like a virgin pussy being penetrated for the first time, only vaguely tightened, not the lustfully wet mound of yesterday.

“Aaah, aaah.... What the fuck.... Why are you doing this....”

Tears welled up in Ma Yeon-ju's eyes.

“She's not going to make it. Someone get me some medicine.”

A body that can't feel without drugs.

Ma Yeon-ju had become a human being who could only feel through drug sex.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You'll have to live like that for the rest of your life without my care.”

Her pussy tingles as the medicine comes.

She sobbed, unable to resist.

“I've got it, Master.”

“Let go.”

The assistant injects the injection into the nape of the sobbing Mistress' neck.

Pleasure amplified threefold.

The blood vessels swell rapidly at the site of the hit, spreading throughout her body before subsiding.

And then,

“Black??!”

Ma Yeon-ju's body begins to shake.

“Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck!”

“Oh.”

The water started to come out.

“Let go of that, too.”

“Yes.”

Added the new drug.

She writhed and moaned as if possessed.

Her face, that desperate, pleading, despairing, self-loathing face, filled with pleasure.

I suddenly had an idea.

“Why would I do that?”

Withdrawing my cock, I had my assistants tie her limbs together.

“!!!”

Ma looked at me with a lost expression.