I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 307: 31. RK…

31. RK...

“...The opportunity the citizens have given me—I will not grow arrogant. I promise to make Namdong-gu a better place to live, a leader among districts!”

The district mayoral election had ended.

Kim Eun-ji, the candidate I put the most effort into, won with an overwhelming majority—over 70% of the vote.

And across most of the other districts, nearly all the candidates I backed also got elected.

It was the result of my secretaries working day and night, digging up dirt and pushing the right people into place.

Of course, we did... other things behind the scenes, too. Things better left unsaid.

In the end, out of 15 districts, my candidates seized control of more than 10. And as for the rest—I’d soon be reaching out to the winners directly.

Anyone with half a brain would know which way the wind was blowing.

They’ve got their own information channels—surely they know better than to defy me.

Who the hell would dare go against the guy who wiped out district mayors and murdered over 130 council members?

Okay, I didn’t actually kill them. But the public sure believes I did.

And that’s why everything's going so smoothly.

“Good work, Councilwoman Kim Eun-ji... or should I say, Madam Mayor?”

“It’s all thanks to you, Director... Thank you.”

After handing out appropriate rewards to the staff who worked their asses off on Eun-ji’s campaign, we had a casual little party.

Which, of course, ended in sex.

I bent Kim Eun-ji over her desk and railed her from behind for hours.

The first time I fucked her, she was practically in rape-victim mode—but lately, she seemed to genuinely enjoy it, thanks to her developing submissive tendencies.

She moaned so sweetly every time I slammed into her that I felt like the one doing the serving.

Still, a mayor that tastes this good? I’m feeling generous.

After devoting nearly an entire day to Kim Eun-ji, I began meeting the other winning mayors one by one.

You have to show your face—make sure they understand who owns them.

Even just one face-to-face meeting makes all the difference. There's a world of separation between having met someone and not knowing them at all.

All pretty bland impressions overall.

As for the female mayors I found attractive, I held “special meetings” with them.

A few tried to refuse me, citing their status as married women.

But these power-confirming rituals couldn’t be skipped.

In the end, they all spread their legs for me.

From now on, every female mayor belongs to my cock.

Damn, the number of cockslaves is getting out of control.

Even excluding the original founding members—Soo-ah, Kang Emilia, Seo Hyun-ju, and Lee Na-eun—the number had grown significantly.

If you included the “extended cockslaves,” counting them became pointless.

The weekly Cockslave Meeting had grown into quite a massive event.

Maybe it’s time to turn this into a proper organization. Something like an association or whatever.

Society’s funny that way. A group of people just hanging around? No real power.

But slap a fancy name on it—an “association,” something vaguely procedural—and suddenly you’ve got credibility and authority out of thin air.

Plus, that gives me grounds to start sucking up public subsidies.

I already have more money than I know what to do with, but tapping into government funds? That’s its own kind of sweetness.

No way I’m letting that go.

“I’m gonna elevate the Cockslave Meeting.”

“...Huh?”

“Originally, the whole point was for women from all walks of life to come together, help each other out, whatever—but now the scale’s enormous. Just look at how many of them hold key positions in Incheon. If you count the extended group, too... So yeah, we might as well make this official. Something like an association.”

Soo-ah’s eyes went wide.

“Y-You’re not seriously going to name it the Cockslave Association, are you...?”

...

That’s what shocked her?

“You really think I’d be that obvious, even for me?”

“Whew... Y-Yeah, of course not.”

“...Now I’m annoyed. That’s what you think of me?”

“N-No, Master... I was just... worried you might, just maybe...”

“Which means you do think that.”

Just because I suck at naming things, they jumped to that conclusion.

But seriously, who the hell would name an actual association the Cockslave Association?

...Though, now that I hear it out loud, it’s kinda catchy. It’s got that raw vulgarity I like at the core.

“Even I wouldn’t use that name publicly.”

“...Publicly... you say.”

“We’ll just give it a decent name. Something like ‘Incheon Alliance for Civic Safety Restoration’ or whatever.”

“...Then maybe a ‘committee’ would be more appropriate than ‘association’?”

“Work out the details however you want. Just make it into something real. Something that can wield actual influence. It'll be one of my two pillars of power, alongside the Special Prosecutor’s Office.”

“...Understood.”

Soo-ah gave a shaky nod.

The other secretaries had similar expressions.

They all looked spooked by the term Cockslave Association.

Ungrateful bitches.

It’s not even like I said it.

They just assumed it themselves.

Ungrateful bitches need to be punished.

“Internally, we’ll call it the Cockslave Association.”

“...Excuse me?”

“....”

“....”

“....”

Their faces twisted with disgust.

That’s what you get for letting your feelings show.

Totally self-inflicted.

“Get in touch with Kim Eun-ji and get her opinion on this.

Hell, just make her the association president.”

“...U-Understood...”

+++++

Following the near-total domination of the district mayor positions, several new strokes of luck came my way.

First off—the Prosecutor General finally replaced the chief prosecutor of Namdong District.

“Oh my, I should’ve been the one to visit you first! It’s an honor to have you come all this way—”

“What are you talking about? I don’t hold any official title. It’s only right that I come to you.”

“Haha... W-Well, please, come inside.”

The star of the moment? None other than Yang Soyu, the deputy chief prosecutor I had already earmarked as a future Prosecutor General.

If we were going strictly by rank, then yes—moving from Director of Planning and Coordination at the Supreme Prosecutor’s Office to a lowly district prosecutor might seem like a demotion.

But no one thought of it that way.

Everyone in the country knew I was planning to base my stronghold in Namdong Industrial Complex and its surrounding areas.

So would someone being assigned as Namdong’s chief prosecutor be considered a step down? Not a chance.

Besides, when the time comes—if the current Prosecutor General slips up or needs replacing—Yang Soyu is the one I’ll put in that chair.

The current Prosecutor General knows this too, which is why this personnel change happened at all.

“Aah-hn...♥”

I got a proper welcome service in her office.

Right there, in the chief prosecutor’s room.

Then I remembered—this bitch is paired with Do Yoon-jung, the head of the Namdong District Police Department.

So I summoned Do Yoon-jung, too.

Two high-ranking officials, riding me in turns, in the chief prosecutor’s office.

Tell me—how many bowls of donburi in the world could be more luxurious than that?

The next lucky break? The long-vacant National Police Bureau Director position was finally filled.

And the guy they appointed? He came crawling to me on day one.

Biggest downside? He’s a man.

Massive turn-off.

Still, as long as he listens to me, I can tolerate that.

As a welcome gift, I sent him a large crate stuffed with "goodies."

With that, I had full control over the prosecution, the police, and the district mayors.

At least at the upper levels.

The elections for the city mayor and council members were still coming up, but even if nothing else changed, I already had Incheon’s administrative core in my hands.

After all, the people working on the ground in each district are appointed by their respective district mayors.

Same goes for development permits, land-use rights, zoning—you name it. That’s all in their hands.

And who do the mayor and city council receive their reports from?

District offices.

So when you think about the chain of command... this game’s already over.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m letting go of the mayor and council elections.

They still hold massive power—especially the legislative branch.

Having city and district councilors on my side gives me far more leverage than a single mayor ever could.

In fact, «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» they’re more important.

Still, with things going this smoothly... I guess I can afford to relax a little now.

++++

“Namdong District has long suffered from underdevelopment and strict regulations due to a number of unfortunate circumstances.

For the benefit of our citizens—and our nation as a whole—I believe it’s my duty to resolve this issue as swiftly as possible.”

Kim Eun-ji—on her very first day as mayor—abolished every development restriction in the Namdong Industrial Complex.

And with that, every one of my applications that had been stuck in review—things like the construction of a new corporate headquarters, or zoning changes tailored perfectly to my plans—were all approved, instantly.

Some district councilors reportedly raised their eyebrows, wondering if this was really okay.

But it looks like Eun-ji bulldozed through all opposition.

Now that’s what makes putting her in the mayor’s seat worth it.

“For rapid growth, our district must offer benefits that set us apart.

To attract corporate investment, we at city hall will stop at nothing.”

The next day, she went after taxes.

She declared a full tax exemption for ten years, and an additional five-year tax cut across the entire Namdong Industrial Complex, which was still recovering after gang remnants had been pushed out.

The policy was basically designed to supercharge Muyeol Financial, the firm under my control.

So naturally—I welcomed it with open arms.

Even now, I’m handling close to 20 trillion won in assets.

Once my stocks start blowing up, I’ll be managing hundreds—maybe thousands—of trillions.

Getting tax-exempt status at that point?

Absolutely massive.

“As expected of the Cockslave Association President. You’re doing great.”

“...T-Thank you... very much.”

I was so pleased I visited her in person to give my compliments.

Not that she looked particularly happy to see me.