I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 289

– Breaking news. Kang Han-jo, City Representative of the Better Future Party in Incheon, has suddenly announced his resignation, stating that he’s reflecting on his past.

– Amid escalating political turmoil in Incheon following the tragedy, 23 lawmakers from the Better Future Party submitted their resignations this morning. They claim to have been deeply moved by an interview at the joint memorial altar... (truncated)

– Chaos continues to grow in Incheon. With the district mayor, city mayor, and now numerous city and district lawmakers gone, a massive wave of resignations today has left many positions vacant. The party expressed regret over the sudden development but added that it respects the decisions of each lawmaker... (truncated)

As expected of people who’ve seen what’s coming—they’re quick to act.

It hadn’t even been that long since they heard a single word from me at Muyeol Land, and they’re already playing nice.

People were already worried about the city grinding to a halt, and now, with lawmakers resigning en masse, it plunged into complete disorder.

Even if the corrupt politicians of Demon Realm Incheon are rotten to the core, suddenly ripping them all out leaves a noticeable void.

Still, the atmosphere wasn’t all bad.

It was chaotic, sure—but at least it felt like things were being cleaned up. The corrupt, criminal lawmakers were stepping down on their own, after all. There was something satisfying about that.

“People have started calling you The Arbiter, Master.”

“The Arbiter... huh.”

“It’s a bit dramatic, but they say you’re personally purging and cleansing Incheon.”

I hadn’t even done anything ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ directly, but it looked like people were putting the pieces together.

Based on everything I’d done so far, and that interview at the memorial altar, they were starting to assume I was behind it all.

And honestly, if you leave out the part where the mayor and lawmakers dropped dead, they’re not wrong.

The one who exposed all the sex-for-favors scandals and smashed them to pieces, who killed the district mayor, the city mayor, and a bunch of lawmakers, and pressured the rest into resigning.

Anyone hearing that would think I’m some righteous bastard overflowing with justice.

If I handled my image right, I could probably get pretty damn popular.

“Some polls are even mentioning you as a potential candidate for mayor.”

“...There really no one else left? I mean, me? Seriously?” 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

“The leading candidates are all either dead or have stepped down.”

“...”

Damn. That cleanup really went all the way, huh?

“Ignore it for now. Just keep working on the image-building. Moderately.”

“Yes, Master.”

I gave the order to Soo-ah, then separately contacted Hyun-joo at Shinmirae Daily to pass along some instructions.

Now that I’d shown my face in that interview, I needed to maintain a certain level of public support. But there was no need to overdo it either.

The only reason I was bothering with image management at all was to make it easier for the politicians I backed to get elected.

This city still calls itself a democracy, right? If I want real control, I need to care a little about the vote.

“Keep an eye on the situation. Once the mayoral candidates start getting filtered, approach and start laying the groundwork.”

“Understood.”

Originally, I’d considered running someone of my own.

But just trying to fill the district mayor and lawmaker spots was already overwhelming.

And honestly, as long as I could get whoever became mayor under my thumb, it’d be no different than putting my own person in office.

That was good enough for now.

Still... looks like behind-the-scenes rule is finally within reach.

There’s no one left to govern Incheon but me.

Unless one of those heavily armed regional police chiefs suddenly goes nuts and declares independence or something, it’s basically mine.

The National Police Agency’s been dead for ages and hasn’t appointed a replacement yet. All the district mayors are dead. The mayor’s dead. Every member of the city and district council—about 130 of them—also dead.

And if I can’t take this city in this state? Then I’m a fucking moron.

“Keep monitoring the political scene. If anything unusual comes up, report it immediately.”

“Yes, Master.”

++++

A few days later. Monday, March 1st.

It had been a week since Ha Eun-young and Ma Yeon-joo’s accommodations were swapped.

Which meant today was the day—today they’d go head-to-head in the service showdown, and the one who wins gets the merit.

Right now, Ha Eun-young should be the one staying in the luxury room.

Question is... will that bitch suck my dick today?

Last time I visited, she seemed conflicted but ended up refusing.

So she got thrown back into the shithole room for a week.

This time might be different.

After experiencing the luxury room and then getting dropped back into the rotten one, she’d have felt the whiplash more than anyone.

She’d be terrified of going through that again.

Let’s see.

How would Ha Eun-young react?

Would she submit and start serving me on her own, even a little?

Or would she resist again?

“While reviewing the infiltration route into the NIS, we acquired some additional information.”

Just before I headed to the camp, Seo Aram came to deliver an interim report.

It was a dossier the National Intelligence Service had compiled on Ha Eun-young.

“Already? You raided the whole thing?”

“No, sir. This was a byproduct of reviewing the access path. You can think of it as a scouting team bringing back some spoils.”

“Right. So that scouting team grabbed this info undetected.”

“Yes. If we prepare more thoroughly, we can secure more time inside and gather larger volumes of data.”

Baek Seol’s good at what she does.

And if Aram, the lady of the house, is also on it?

I don’t know exactly how knowledgeable she is on this stuff yet, but she’s picking it up fast.

“Good work. Keep it up.”

“Yes, Master.”

“But... is this accurate?”

I skimmed through the pages and shook the dossier a bit, and Seo Aram nodded firmly without moving an inch.

“These are internal NIS documents. The data is only accessible through a specific path tied to an IP assigned solely to ‘V.’ There’d be no reason to falsify it.”

“Still, it could be a trap. Dummy data planted in case someone tried to hack their servers.”

“That’s possible... but does it matter?”

“Does it...”

I looked through the pages again.

“...No, it doesn’t. Right. My goal isn’t to pursue truth.”

Truth or not, what I had in my hands were definitely internal documents from the NIS.

And those documents revealed something pretty damn shocking.

Whether it’s the truth doesn’t matter.

What matters is that it’s labeled as NIS data.

What matters is how I’ll use it on Ha Eun-young—and how she’ll react to it.

Poor bitch.

++++

Thump.

I arrived at the temporary detention center where Ma Yeonju and Ha Eunyoung were held. On the way, I reviewed their latest physical data, which, unsurprisingly, displayed some very dramatic graphs.

Ma Yeonju, trapped in the rotting room for a week, had nearly become a half-invalid, while Ha Eunyoung showed signs of recovery. However, she frequently displayed signs of mental distress.

It’s understandable, given that if Ma Yeonju wins the service contest today, she would immediately move back to the rotten room tomorrow. Anyone would be anxious knowing they might have to leave the luxury room after just a week to return to that horrible place.

Thinking about it... is this unfair?

I had created a rule to prevent Ma Yeonju from continuously winning and indefinitely extending her stay in the luxury room, but as a result, I only visited when Ha Eunyoung was in the luxury room. This means if Ha Eunyoung continues to refuse service, she would spend one week in the luxury room and two weeks in the rotten room, and vice versa for Ma Yeonju.

Of course, all Ha Eunyoung needs to do is win the service contest.

Well, it’s not like I’m some kind of educator.

Shaking off these thoughts, I entered.

“M-M-M-Master!!!!”

As soon as I walked in, Ma Yeonju slammed into the bars and greeted me with fervor. She seemed to have been eagerly awaiting my arrival.

On the other hand, Ha Eunyoung watched me from a corner of the luxury room, her eyes trembling. Last time I visited, she had glared at me, but now her gaze had softened.

The effect is killer.

Perhaps there’s a reason she’s the female lead. The accommodation swap suggested by Seo Aram is having a tremendous effect. That Ha Eunyoung is now looking at me like this.

Revealing the truth at the right moment might just kill it.

A smile naturally formed on my face.

“Aram.”

“Yes.”

Seo Aram stepped forward and began to undress me with careful gestures.

“No need for long talks. As you know, today is the service contest. Whoever wins gets their way. If Ha Eunyoung wins, she continues her two-week stay; if Ma Yeonju wins, they swap places tomorrow.”

After she had removed all my clothes, Seo Aram fondled my balls and dick, which was not yet erect, and started to suck.

“The opportunity is given first to the one in the luxury room, as usual.”

Swoosh.

I was fully erect in an instant.

Seo Aram stepped back, and I, with my dick fully erect, opened the door to the luxury room where Ha Eunyoung was.

“Suck it.”

“...!!”

Through the door, Ha Eunyoung visibly struggled with conflict, more so than ever before.

“You know? The opportunity lasts until my erection does.”

“M-M-M-Master!! She won’t do it... she never does...! So please, let me...!”

From behind, Ma Yeonju shouted. Glancing back, I saw Seo Aram had kicked her.

“Ugh...!”

Ma Yeonju rolled on the ground in a pitiful state but quickly got up and returned to the bars. It seemed Seo Aram’s kick had an effect as she refrained from saying anything unnecessary.

I turned my attention back to Ha Eunyoung.

“Oh.”

She had moved a bit, about three steps towards me, her face riddled with immense conflict.