I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 280

Even though we left that morning, we didn’t arrive late.

AVs are fast as hell, and we were just moving within the Korean Peninsula—there was no way it’d take long.

We were going from Incheon to Pyongyang. No matter how long that might take, how long could it really be?

Still, we came a day early so we could greet the elders first and mentally prepare at a more relaxed pace.

“You horny little bastard, Go Muyeol. You like pussy that much? You didn’t let up even once.”

“What the hell. You were the one clamping down with your legs like crazy, and now you’re dumping all the blame on me? If your pussy hadn’t been gripping me like a vice, I would've pulled out right away.”

“Bullshit. You were the one fucking like a maniac, making it impossible to think straight. Try having some damn self-control, will you?”

“Never thought I’d be getting a self-control lecture from you, Go Minji. Is that how good your self-control is? You came every time I thrust, squirting all over me like a damn faucet.”

“When did I ever come every time you thrust? Don’t make shit up, dickhead.”

“You’d go ‘ugh, ugh,’ with every thrust, then gush and cum all over me.”

“Fuck off.”

The problem was the timing of when we exited the AV.

Obviously, Go Minji and I were having sex inside the AV, so even in the moment it landed at the Solar Palace, my cock was still buried deep in her.

We were already hot and going at it—pulling out in advance was out of the question.

We just kept at it like, “Let’s at least finish this round before we stop.”

And after I came inside her, I should have pulled out... but Minji was out of it, legs locked tight around my waist, squeezing so hard I couldn’t go anywhere.

So I just gave up and kept pounding away, and before we knew it, several more hours had gone by.

“You were the one who wouldn’t let me pull out, and now you’re blaming me?”

“When did I ever say that? Seriously.”

“You shouldn’t go through life with that kind of attitude. People should be honest.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Well, I get it. The moment I shoved it in that sloppy cunt of yours, you probably lost your damn mind. You probably don’t even remember. I understand. Yeah. I guess I have to understand, huh?”

“Keep bullshitting like that and I’ll fucking kidnap you. You don’t even know what kind of shit I get up to, do you?”

“Oh wow, I’m so scared.”

“You’re really testing me. Watch yourself. I’m warning you.”

We were way past the point of “crossing lines”—I was literally wrecking her pussy, and now she wants to talk boundaries?

I gave her juicy ass a good slap, and Minji flinched before immediately flaring up and raising her hand at me.

“Yeah, no. Not hitting me.”

Of course, I dodged before she could.

Once I stepped inside the solemn grandeur of the Solar Palace, that counted as my win.

No way she’d act like a brat inside there... # Nоvеlight # right?

As expected, once we got deeper into the palace, Minji dropped her hand, looking visibly annoyed.

Even someone like her couldn’t just run around acting like a lunatic in here.

“Ugh, you little peanut-ass bastard.”

“Only peanut-sized thing here is your clit, noona.”

“You’re dead, you hear me?”

Bickering as usual, we headed toward the family dining hall.

It was already lunchtime, so it made sense to gather there.

‘Shit. We’re the last ones to show up. What do we even say?’

If it were just me, I could’ve played it off—but I was late with Go Minji.

And at the exact same time, no less.

We took the same AV, and the report must’ve gone in the moment we landed, so there’s no point pretending we came separately now.

It’s not a big deal that we came up together, since we were both in Incheon anyway.

The real issue is: what the hell do we say when they ask why we stayed inside the AV for hours after landing?

“Noona.”

“What.”

“What do we say? They’re gonna ask why we’re late.”

“Just say work stuff came up. Stop worrying so much.”

The hell...

There’s a limit to how far you can brush shit off.

“We didn’t come out for hours after landing, you know.”

“Say the door broke.”

“....”

Jesus. That’s... that’s your big plan?

“Oh, right. Wasn’t that thing a gift from Go Hayan? Use this chance to get a new one. How does a door break?”

“....”

She was already in full fabrication mode.

Apparently, we couldn’t get out of the AV because the door broke...

She even fed the same lie to the drivers who brought us here, hammering it in so the story would stay “consistent.”

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We were lucky, I guess—there were already a bunch of people in the dining room, so Minji didn’t get the chance to go off waving her “fabricated truth” flag.

If it had just been Go Hayan in there, she probably would’ve stormed in like, “Hey~ Go Hayan! If you’re gonna give a gift, maybe make sure it works, yeah? How the hell does an AV door break~?”

And Go Hayan? She definitely wouldn’t have taken that lying down.

It would’ve been a whole-ass disaster.

But since the whole family was already gathered, that little crisis was avoided.

Even Minji wouldn’t pull a stunt like that with the elders present.

‘Now that I think about it, she’s always been well-behaved around adults.’

She only turns into a wild animal when she’s with me... or Hayan, or Seonyul.

The moment adults are around? Suddenly she’s the epitome of a refined lady.

What a damn fraud.

“Hello, Grandfather.”

“Mm. Sit down.”

Grandfather didn’t even ask why we were late.

He just let it pass. That’s all.

Now that I think about it, we arrived around lunchtime on the first day of the Chuseok holidays—so technically, we weren’t even late.

Maybe I was just overthinking it too much.

That, at least, was a relief.

“My grandson—there’s no place you’re hurt, is there?”

“Of course not, Grandfather. I’m fine. Who’s gonna hurt me, anyway?”

“Well, out of nowhere that damn mayor started talking about declaring martial law—I can’t even tell you how worried I was. Your aunts too, you know.”

“I—I see.”

So that’s why that swarm of mechas came storming in.

I had a feeling, but hearing it out loud still made my stomach turn.

‘So then it was them—the ones sitting here—who killed the party leader, the mayor, all of them, right?’

There’s no point in asking directly. If they don’t want to tell me, I’m not gonna get a straight answer.

But it’s obvious it was either Grandfather or one of the aunts.

If I had to narrow it down even more, it’d have to be either Go Minyoung, who came all the way to Muyeol Land herself, or Grandfather, who holds the reins of the entire group.

Considering the circumstances, and the fact that Minyoung is the head of Militaris and even ran over here to hug me, it’d make sense if it were her.

But something in my gut tells me it was Grandfather.

“Those bastards... after we let them bring in their farmhands and even made them overseers, you’d think they’d know when to be satisfied. But no, they never are. That’s what humans are like.”

Grandfather suddenly launched into a speech.

Something about farmhands and overseers and whatnot.

Judging by the tone, he was talking about politicians—

or in simpler terms: he was pissed off that slaves were getting uppity. And he was trying to make me understand that too.

It might sound contradictory—complaining while trying to justify it at the same time—

but what he was really saying was, “That kind of shit? That’s human nature.”

“So be careful. There’s no such thing as a person you can trust perfectly in this world.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Grandfather.”

“Good. Still... you came out of it safe, and that’s what matters. Even over there in Incheon—”

“Ugh, Dad! That’s enough. Can’t you see everyone’s hungry?”

Go Hayoung cut him off before he could start another speech.

Go Minyoung muttered under her breath, “Here he goes again, the old man...”

Thankfully (?) Go Seon-ah stayed quiet, but the way she looked at Grandfather with those gentle eyes—that alone was pressure.

Grandfather turned bright red and snapped, pointing his finger.

“Did I say don’t eat?!”

“How are we supposed to eat when you won’t stop talking?” fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

“Who says shit like that at the dinner table?”

“Dad, don’t yell—your spit’s flying everywhere.”

Out in the world, Grandfather ruled like an absolute sovereign, radiating overwhelming charisma—

but even he couldn’t do anything in front of his daughters.

Maybe he was a total softie for them when he was younger?

One of those surprising little traits.

‘Still kind of absurd that a man like that draws such a cold line when it comes to the side branches...’

If Grandfather had just a bit more room in his heart, Minjia would be sitting at this table right now.

She is his daughter, after all—just born from a different woman.

But reality?

She’s not here.

She’s not even close to here—she’s off sucking the cock of someone several ranks lower than her in the family line.

And there’s no way Grandfather doesn’t know about it.

And yet, he hasn’t said a single word.

‘Is he full of love... or just a cold-blooded bastard?’

Sure, human personalities can be complex—

but this feels like a bit much, even for him.

If I ended up having a kid with someone like Minjia—someone from the side branch—

would Grandfather recognize that kid as his great-grandchild?

It’s a thought that nags at me.

“Alright, don’t worry about all that. Go ahead and eat.”

While Go Hayoung squared off with Grandfather,

Go Minyoung took the chance to serve the food.

Go Minji, Go Hayan, and Go Seonyul all started eating naturally, like they’d seen this a thousand times.

I picked up my spoon while quietly scanning the table.

I used to find this “happy family table” thing bizarre—

especially in a chaebol family that looked like it would rip each other to pieces over shares and interests.

But now? I’m starting to get used to it.

I guess families like this can exist too.

And if it’s mine?

All the better.

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