I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 313: 18+
Visiting Dalian again after a long time.
“Min-young!”
“Muyeol...!”
A tall beauty with a chic and haughty impression.
Her sharp eyes, the kind that look like they'd make you piss yourself just by meeting her gaze, crumble as she looks at me.
Whether it’s crumbling from love, or melting from lust, I don’t know for sure—but either way, just the fact that that cold, iron-blooded face turns red because of me is a sight so satisfying it’s almost arousing.
“Wow, I think you pushed yourself too hard. Your face is half its size.”
“What?”
I hit her with a surprise attack (?), and as she stares at me, dumbfounded, I pull her into a hug.
One of the good things about winter ending and spring arriving is that, instead of thick padded jackets, we can feel each other's body heat through thinner clothes.
“Hah...!”
Her body warmly melts into mine, her hands sliding gently down my back after the initial surprise—feeling all of that so vividly makes me fully realize that I’m holding this woman in my arms right now.
It wasn’t like this in winter.
This is a world where climate change has gone extreme, so even when she came to Incheon two months ago, it was still bitterly cold.
You can feel something through a padded coat, but it doesn’t hit the same.
But now...
Poke.
It’s to the point where my fully-erect cock can press against the mound of her pussy.
“...You’re already like this?”
Go Min-young whispered, sounding half-exasperated.
Then she leaned in and kissed my cheek with a soft smooch—an insanely hot move.
Even the faint brush of her breath made my cock twitch and grow even harder.
“Seriously... you’re impossible.”
She subtly guides my erection between her thighs.
But because of the tented pants, we can’t go all the way, and we have to settle for some indirect stimulation.
She’s not satisfied.
Neither am I.
But there’s no complaint.
This is just the beginning of the reunion, after all.
I whisper back to her.
“I’ve been like this since we set off. Because of you, Min-young.”
“Since you set off...?”
“You’re going to take responsibility, right?”
“Responsibility?”
“I think your pussy’s going to have to do some work today.”
I kiss her cheek the way she kissed mine, and that razor-sharp gaze softens into a gentle curve, like a rainbow.
“Shouldn’t you take responsibility too?”
“Me?”
“You got me wet too.”
“!”
“Looks like Muyeol’s cock needs to do some work too.”
Smooch.
She kisses my cheek again.
Then I kiss somewhere on her face.
Then she kisses my cheek again.
We repeat that a few times, until our eyes lock completely—we crash lips to lips, tongues entwining, hands roaming.
Even though the AV engine isn’t off, and both our entourages—our secretaries and staff—are watching us, a nephew and his aunt are locked in a hot kiss.
Sounds funny when you explain it.
But when she’s in my arms, I don’t think about any of that.
All I want is to savor Go Min-young.
Makes you understand why those disgusting couples people always gossip about actually exist.
When you’re fully immersed in kissing and touching, you hit that moment when other people’s eyes don’t matter at all.
“Haa...”
Just like that, we spent about ten minutes.
The secretaries didn’t know what kind of reaction to show, so they just stared straight ahead.
‘They really... don’t even try to hide it.’
Go Min-young didn’t seem to care about their gazes at all.
She didn’t even glance their way—her focus was entirely on me.
A strong gust of wind blew.
When we finally pulled our lips apart and I could get a proper look at her, her hair whipped wildly around her face.
Like a scene from a movie.
‘...How the hell am I supposed to hold back?’
The Go women all have this certain aura.
It’s something that can’t be described with simple words like “pretty” or “beautiful.”
Thanks to that, every time I held one of them, I’d feel something I couldn’t get from any other woman.
Once again, I was drawn to her.
And she was drawn to me.
We collided again, our tongues entangled, sticking together like we’d always been one body, spending time as if no separation ever existed.
“Ah...!”
By the time I came to my senses, we were already in the bedroom.
That same room where she and I first had sex.
The memory wasn’t even that old, so the emotions and scents from that moment came rushing back vividly.
“...Do you remember?”
“Remember what?”
“The first time I came here. You jumped me, Min-young.”
“Ah~.”
Ironically, I hadn’t come here thinking about having sex.
No, it’s not that I didn’t want to have sex—I just hadn’t had the time to even consider it.
Back then, I still imagined the classic chaebol family straight out of a drama or movie, and I was extremely wary of Go Min-young, the Vice President of Koryo Group and head of Militaris.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I was pretty much afraid of her.
I mean, I even combed through the entire country looking for a “burning rose” to give her as a gift. That says it all.
‘Compared to then, now it’s just...’
A gift?
What the hell is that?
Is it food?
Now I come here relaxed in a way the old me could never imagine—hugging her the moment I arrive, kissing her, ending up in the bedroom, and pressing into her with my cock... 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Considering the fact that the woman in question is Go Min-young, it’s honestly something beyond belief.
‘Because I’m... Go Muyeol.’
Go Min-young. Go Minji.
Go Hayoung, Go Hayan, Go Seonyul, even Go Seona—
They’re all mine because I’m Go Muyeol.
Because I’m me.
And that alone is so arousing it’s almost unbearable.
‘All of them... my women...!’
“That was your fault, Muyeol.”
“Mine?”
“You seduced me. How was I supposed to resist?”
“Come on.”
“I’ve been holding back for so long... I was going to take my time and really savor it... but you pushed me too far.”
“Jesus.”
“That time, you definitely...”
She gave me a deep, intense look and took my face in both hands.
She stroked it like something precious.
“Like this...”
Then she licked her lips with her tongue and lunged straight in.
Smush—our lips met hard, and her tongue slipped right back into my mouth.
We’d already been kissing for dozens of minutes, but I still wasn’t sick of it.
Just as I was about to fall back into her mouth again, she pulled her face away.
“Like this... That’s how it was...”
Her face was even hotter than before.
I reached out and held her face too.
“You’re seriously so beautiful.”
“...”
It wasn’t something I just blurted out.
It was a real feeling I had—and also something I said back then.
She let out a soft laugh.
“I’ve heard that a lot, so it usually doesn’t hit me anymore... but hearing it from you feels different.”
Then she repeated the exact same words she’d said that day, not missing a single syllable.
We both smiled as we looked at each other.
It was a strange, almost magical feeling.
“There’s one thing that’s different from back then.”
“Different?”
“You’re a way better kisser now.”
“Wha...at...?”
“You were pretty bad at it back then.”
“W-What are you even saying all of a sudden.”
She flustered.
I took that moment to kiss her again, pushing forward.
Just like before—
I took control and ran my hands over her body.
Even as she was slowly pushed toward the bed, she clung to me tightly.
Thump.
Her leg hit the edge of the bed.
That was the signal—right then we started stripping each other’s clothes off.
Even in the middle of it all, we somehow kept our lips locked.
We kissed like crazy, to the point I worried our lips might split open—and when we were nearly naked, I lifted her up and climbed onto the bed with her in my arms.
“Ahh...!”
In my arms, she stared up at my face like she was trying to pierce through it.
“You’ve changed too, you know.”
“Me? How?”
“You’ve gotten stronger since then.”
“Ah.”
Of course.
Back then, I still hadn’t fully recovered from the effects of the drugs...
‘God, there’s so much to say. Is this the power of nostalgia?’
“Muyeol, but there’s one thing about me that hasn’t changed.”
She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide to receive me.
“My pussy’s already soaking wet...♥.”
Without doing anything, she grabbed my cock—so hard and throbbing it pulsed with every heartbeat—and guided it toward her.
She was so wet that it looked like a stream could form around her entrance as I rubbed my tip slowly against her.
I could feel the wet flesh, slick and soft.
“It’s different, though.”
“Hmm?”
“Compared to back then...”
I thrust forward with force.
Schlurp!
“Ahhhk?!!”
“Hmph...”
The sensation was so good it made me gasp out loud.
My mouth fell open like an idiot.
It took a long breath for me to barely get my voice back.
“...You’re way, way wetter than before, Min-young.”
“Ahh... I know, okay...♥”
Her pussy swallowed my cock all the way to the base, and she locked her legs tightly around my waist.
The grip inside her tightened along with it.
“Because I knew you were going to fuck me so good like this♥.”
“You’re getting naughtier every time, Min-young.”
“Uuuhng... Enough compliments... Just fuck me already, Muyeol. I’m still hungry♥.”
“...As you command.”
I pulled out to the tip, feeling the way her slick flesh clung to me—and then rammed it back in.
Forcing my way through the wet, ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ tangled folds of her pussy until I was buried to the hilt, her body twisted as she screamed out in pleasure.
“Aaahng!”
“Min-young, you’re seriously the best.”
There was no need to warm up.
Her body and mine were already burning hot.
All it needed was pure, raw motion.
Thrust!
I immediately started pounding her.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room as our hips crashed together, and her moans echoed sharply in my ears with every thrust.
“Ahh! Aaang! Muyeol-aaah!!”
She wrapped her arms and legs around me tightly, squeezing like she’d never let me go—her body moved in sync with mine, matching the rhythm of every deep stroke.
A completely different reaction compared to the first time I had her.
This was Go Min-young’s sex—shaped entirely through her relationship with me.
‘From beginning to end, she’s been dyed completely in me.’
It was a deep, obsessive satisfaction—something more than just sexual pleasure.
I thrust with purpose, feeling like I was claiming one of the most precious women in South Korea as mine.
