I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 180

“You’re pretty good at this. Isn’t this something chefs usually handle?”

She came closer to set the meat on the table. I subtly took in her scent, letting my eyes roam over her figure, and made my comment. Kang Hyeyoung responded in a calm tone.

“Cooking is part of the basic training in The Prestige.”

“Oh... Is that so?”

Why don’t my secretaries do this? Maybe I’ve never asked them to. I should test them all when I get back.

The meat was phenomenal. The cooking was flawless, evenly done, and perfectly seared.

Go Minyeong, clearly famished, kept bringing her fork to her mouth, chewing the meat, and sipping wine.

Taking her time to savor the flavors with the leisure and elegance you’d expect from someone of her status? Not at all. She stuffed her mouth while sipping wine in quick succession.

‘After getting pounded like that, it’s no wonder.’

Her body was still covered in sweat, and traces of my semen clung to her skin. If it weren’t for the garden’s perfect environmental system, she’d have caught a cold by now.

With the intensity of the workout we’d had, it was only natural for her to devour the food. And I was no different.

Even so, we didn’t eat in silence.

Once I felt a little more full, I moved closer to her, pulling my chair right up next to hers.

“...?”

She paused mid-chew, her eyes widening momentarily before she gave me a sly smile. Then, she speared a piece of meat with her fork and held it out to me.

Instinctively, I opened my mouth, and she fed me the bite.

“Does it taste good?”

“...Yes, it’s delicious.”

“Hehe. I see... Seeing the expression on your face makes me feel happy too. Eating it myself is nice, but... feeding you like this isn’t bad either.”

“...What?”

What was she even saying? That feeding me made her happy?

She didn’t reply, only smiled as I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

When I raised my glass, Kang Hyeyoung came over to pour wine for me.

“We should toast,” I said.

“Of course.”

Go Minyeong raised her glass as well. Our glasses clinked softly.

After the meal, we decided to soak in the hot spring.

Before stepping in, we rinsed ourselves off with water. Kang Hyeyoung took charge of washing us, scrubbing away the sweat and residue from earlier.

She walked up to me with a quiet “Excuse me” and began cleaning me, her hands firmly yet gently gliding over my body. Her touch was so pleasant that I couldn’t help but get hard.

For a moment, I wondered if Go Minyeong would be upset, but she only glanced at my erection with a neutral expression. Wiggling her hips teasingly, she stepped into the water ahead of us.

Out of her sightline, my unruly instincts took over.

Squeeze.

I grabbed Kang Hyeyoung’s firm, round ass and kneaded it with my hands.

‘Damn, this feels amazing.’

The situation and her touch had me fully aroused in an instant.

Without a word, Kang Hyeyoung continued to wash me. She even handled my erection, rubbing it like a handjob as she poured water over me.

“Hah... That feels nice.”

Even as the chief secretary to the Vice Chairwoman of Koryo Group—arguably the highest position in The Prestige—she was still just a secretary. The idea of her opposing the owner family was unthinkable.

“...I’m finished, sir.”

“Oh, really?”

Time flies when you’re having fun. All I’d done was grope her ass, and it was over already.

On our way out, I let my hand brush against her other cheek as a parting gesture. She said nothing, silently following behind me.

“Are you ready?” Go Minyeong asked as I rejoined her.

“Yes,” I replied.

Sliding into the steaming hot spring, I submerged myself completely.

Sitting down right next to Go Minyeong, I naturally wrapped an arm around her waist, and she leaned into me in return.

As the heat enveloped our bodies and after sharing some light conversation following the meal, a question that had been lingering in my mind resurfaced—one I had been meaning to ask for a long time.

How was Go Minyeong still a virgin?

Who exactly was Go Minji's mother?

And more.

There were mountains of things I wanted to ask.

From the moment we first met and especially after breaking her hymen, I had wanted to bring it up, but the timing had never felt right.

Now, though, it was time to ask.

“I have a question,” I said.

“A question?”

“It’s about...”

But suddenly, asking it outright felt awkward.

‘Why are you still a virgin?’

It just felt... weird. How was I supposed to phrase it?

“...Is it about Minji?”

“Ah... Yes.”

Fortunately, she picked up on it first.

“...I suppose you’re old enough to know now.”

“....”

What the hell? Was it some massive, shocking family secret? Why bring age into it? The way she framed it made me feel uneasy.

“First, yes, I am a virgin.”

“Oh...”

“You, Muyeol, are my first.”

I already knew, but I decided to match her pace and act surprised.

“But... what about your husband?”

“Did you really think of him as a husband? I even showed you how I dealt with him.”

“...Yeah, I guess you did.”

“It was just for appearances. At the time, people were more sensitive to the idea of us keeping it in the family. Imagine the rumors if they thought we were... involved with each other.”

...Not that it’s any different now. They’ve probably just stopped caring about appearances altogether.

“The original plan was for me to marry your father, Mujin, and have children with him.”

“...!”

“All of us were supposed to, actually.”

By “all of us,” did she mean... all the aunts?

“But... ha... he was too stubborn. He insisted on marrying and building a life with just one of us.”

“And that one was...”

“Yeah. Your mother, Go Seunghui.”

“....”

That name was new to me. It wasn’t even part of the game’s lore. Or maybe it was, but I’d never seen it.

“Mujin and Seunghui... those bastards caused us so much grief. We had to preserve our bloodline to pass it down through generations, but those two hoarded it all for themselves. What were the rest of us supposed to do? Stay celibate forever? We couldn’t exactly take in outsiders either.”

So Minji’s earlier remark—‘How could anyone even think of mingling with unrelated people?’—wasn’t just her opinion but reflected the shared mindset of the entire owner family. At least, it seemed Minyeong thought the same way, hence all this talk about lifelong celibacy.

“We had endless discussions about it—me, Hayeong, Seona. But that stubborn bastard refused to even entertain the idea of being with anyone else. Selfish prick.”

Her emotions seemed to spike as she cursed my father right in front of me.

“Then... how is Minji Noona...”

She let out a deep sigh.

“...In vitro fertilization.”

“So he agreed to that, at least?”

“No.”

“?”

She looked at me with that pretty smile of hers, but for some reason, it felt chilling.

“My father.”

“...What?”

“Minji was conceived with my father’s sperm and my egg.”

“...???”

Wait, what?

So Minji... she wasn’t just my cousin? She was... my aunt???

‘No, no, wait. She’s still my cousin... technically. But also... shit.’

I’d vaguely expected some incestuous connections in the family tree—that my father, Mujin, would’ve fathered children with his cousins—but this? This was way beyond what I’d imagined.

“Initially, he even refused to donate sperm. Dad was so angry he scolded him endlessly, but Mujin wouldn’t budge.”

“Wait, but...”

“At the time, there were no children between Mujin and Seunghui, and Dad was worried about the bloodline ending. But he and I couldn’t exactly... you know. So he had no choice but to use his own sperm.”

“Ah... so... Minji Noona is technically my aunt?”

Go Minyeong stretched her lips into a wide smile, almost as if she found me adorable.

“No, Muyeol.”

“?”

She leaned close and whispered into my ear.

“She’s your daughter.”

“WHAT?!”

“You’re my husband now, aren’t you?”

Smooch.

She kissed me on the cheek while her hand reached down to grab and stroke my cock.