I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 314
As expected, Friday passed in heat.
Both she and I were so starved for each other that we stuck together like glue, unable to part.
Of course, that went for my cock too.
Except when I was going back and forth, I don’t think my cock ever left her pussy.
We barely slept.
There was still plenty of time left, but we knew that once we parted this time, it would take a long time to see each other again, so we tried to feel each other as much as possible. Sleeping in a situation like that would’ve been such a waste.
Still, we couldn’t stay awake forever, so when we really couldn’t hold out any longer, sometime after midnight passed, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
And when we woke up?
Of course, morning sex.
Even when Saturday came, we kept fooling around until nearly noon.
Right after waking up, when our bodies were still burning, I pounded into her hard, and when the mood cooled a bit, we just held each other and talked.
Surprisingly, we kept finding new things to say. I thought we’d chatted plenty yesterday, but I guess not.
“Uheheung~.”
And then came lunchtime.
Thinking it was about time to move on with the day’s plans, I stretched, feeling all kinds of emotions—happiness, elation, sexual satisfaction, and a bit of lingering regret.
It almost felt like I was enjoying some kind of honeymoon. Not that I’ve ever been married.
A honeymoon... come to think of it, even if it was a sham, this woman was married, wasn’t she? I wonder if she ever had something like a honeymoon.
When she had her first time with me, she killed her fake husband—the chief secretary—just because he rubbed her the wrong way, so there obviously wouldn’t have been any kind of soft or cozy atmosphere.
She literally treated him like a glorified assistant. And if even Go Minji, who’s officially listed as her daughter, openly looked down on the guy, you can imagine what the household atmosphere must’ve been like.
Still, I’m curious in my own way.
What kind of life did she live with that guy—I don’t even remember his name.
Actually, why did she get married in the first place?
Now I’m suddenly curious.
Squeeze.
Without thinking, I went behind her and hugged her.
There was a bit of sweat still clinging to her from all the rough pounding we’d just finished, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
“Min-young, there’s something I’ve been wondering about—do you mind if I ask?”
“Hmm~? Something you’re curious about?”
“You said I was your first man... so why did you go through with a sham marriage?”
“...”
She had been holding my hand warmly, but then she paused like she lagged out for a second.
“...What is this?”
Then she lowered her voice gently.
“Is this a trap question? I don’t like those, you know.”
“No, I’m just honestly curious. I mean, did you really need a fake husband...?”
Maybe it annoyed her a little, because I saw her eyes narrow slightly in her profile.
But then, for some reason, her smile came back.
“Aha... I see. So that’s how my dear nephew thinks.”
“?”
“There’s no reason I can’t tell you.”
Wait, what was that just now?
What kind of smile was that?
“But it’s probably not that interesting.”
She turned toward me.
She looked at me and cupped my face in both hands.
“The reason I got married, and the life that came after... there wasn’t anything special about any of it. All of my ‘specialness’ is reserved just for you.”
“Min-young...”
“So there’s no need to feel jealous over something that doesn’t even take up a full sentence in my life, Muyeol.”
“...”
No, but—
I wasn’t jealous.
I was just curious.
Smooch.
Go Min-young pressed her lips briefly to mine and then pulled ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ back.
“It was just... a dummy. Something I put in place for the times.”
“A dummy...?”
“Back then, our motto was to avoid attention at all costs. Just like everyone else, we disguised ourselves so that if someone happened to look, they’d just pass right by without noticing anything.”
She said that and added, “Well, your dad had something to do with it, too.”
If the sham marriage happened at least before Go Minji was born, then yeah, that kind of makes sense.
It was over twenty-five years ago.
Back then, Koryo Group probably didn’t have the kind of absurd level of dominance it has now. They probably hadn’t even established a proper Knight system.
So it was more about staying low, blending in as much as possible.
I can more or less see the outline now.
If you have kids without being married, people are bound to notice. They’d wonder where the hell those kids came from.
And once people start asking questions, they might stumble on other things. Like the Knight experiments or the biotech mind stuff...
Sure, the chances were low, but she probably wanted to reduce the odds of that happening even a little.
“...So then, is it okay now? Not having one?”
“Now? It doesn’t matter anymore.”
She kissed my forehead.
“Who’s going to stand against us now, this late in the game?”
“Well... you’ve got a point.”
“There’s no one left we need to watch out for. No reason to care. Everything our eyes touch is already within our domain. I plan to pass all of that down to you and Minji.”
Gasp!
She’s going to pass it down?
“Min-young...”
“Korea’s already done for, and Asia... we’ve more or less wrapped that up. What’s left...”
Wait, don’t tell me—she’s aiming for the whole world?
Planning some insane scheme against the entire globe?
“All that’s left is the Great System.”
“The Great... System?”
“Hehe. No need for you to know more. I’ll handle everything. My dear nephew just needs to trust his aunt.”
“...!”
What...
is she planning?
This final boss of a woman.
I couldn’t hold back my curiosity—I had to ask.
But she wouldn’t tell me.
She said it was for a surprise later.
Seriously.
Seriously, what the hell is it?
Considering how the game’s official lore described the company as an evil corporation, and the kinds of things they make like Knights in the Militaris division and biotech Minds... there’s no way it’s for the benefit of humanity, right?
Maybe I just can’t feel it because I’m a direct bloodline of Koryo Group—on par with those celestial nobles from fantasy stories—but the world’s already completely fucked.
If the corporate dictatorship of South Korea, masquerading as a democracy, is still one of the better places to live, imagine how bad everywhere else must be.
America’s split into three factions.
Europe’s divided in two—with the Deutsche Democratic Republic and Communist Berlin at the core.
Wherever you look, gunshots are all it takes to ignite war and flames of terror across whole regions.
A desperate and volatile Cold War is playing out everywhere, and people’s lives are getting more hopeless by the day.
Right now, humanity is hanging on by the thinnest thread of reason, barely keeping the spark of World War IV from being lit...
And now she’s planning something else?
How could that not be terrifying?
Yeah... if they were the kind of people who’d be satisfied with just Asia, they wouldn’t still be cranking out Knights like this.
I’d never really thought about it that deeply, but now that I am—it makes sense.
No matter how rich Koryo Group is, and how much control they have over all of Asia, would they really keep producing 10,000 Knights a year for no reason?
If 10,000 Knights are produced each year, that must also mean that at least 10,000 mechas—whether they’re mass-produced or custom units—are being built annually.
That’s the only way it adds up. The whole point of a Knight is the mecha. Why produce Knights you can’t even deploy?
If that’s the case, using that money to ramp up mecha production would make far more sense for boosting overall combat power.
There’s no way the Militaris division doesn’t understand this basic efficiency problem.
So the logical conclusion is: they’re also producing at least as many mechas as Knights.
Or close to it.
Is world domination... what they’re after?
If that’s the case, then our group must be planning to use the hegemony it gained from World War III to kick off World War IV...
“You’re really curious, huh? Staring into space like that.”
“Ah... well...”
“Anyway, there was a time when even a fake marriage was necessary. But now? Not anymore. And besides, you’re my first man. No need to be jealous.”
I’m telling you,
it’s not jealousy.
I was just curious.
Still, the way she treated my innocent question like some kind of jealousy made me feel wrongly accused—
But she looked happy.
“Hehe. You’re cute, Muyeol. I’ve missed that look. Just as much as the face that wants me like crazy, I love the face that’s desperate because it can’t have all of me.”
“Th-...”
I tried to deny it.
But looking at her face—her beautiful, beloved face—I didn’t care anymore.
And honestly...
it’s not like there’s nothing to that feeling.
Fake marriage or not, the fact remains that there was officially a husband.
That doesn’t sit well with me.
If that’s what jealousy is, then sure—I guess I am jealous.
As someone whose views on sex are practically garbage, I know it’s shameless... but I wanted to be her first in everything.
“Haa... I really can’t hide anything from you, Min-young. I wanted to be your first in everything, every moment.”
“Then take it all from now on. My everything. All of my firsts.”
“Min-young...”
Almost reflexively, I checked her profile.
[Go Min-young]
Affiliation: Koryo Militaris
Race: Human
Combat Ability: 101
Willpower: 242
Tech: 255
Leadership: 343
Charm: 298
<Traits>
Koryo Group Owner Lineage, Iron-Blooded, Cold, Discriminatory, Authoritarian, Psychopath...
<Sexual>
Mouth: Virgin broken (by Go Muyeol)
Vagina: Virgin broken (by Go Muyeol)
Anus: Virgin
I definitely claimed her virginity.
Even her first kiss was with me.
And if we ever go there, I’ll be her first with anal too.
Yeah. So what if it was a sham marriage. He probably never even held her hand.
I let it go.
If you keep obsessing over tiny things even after you’ve claimed everything else, you’ll only end up losing what you have.
Go Min-young... is mine.
I hugged her, feeling just how deeply I loved her, and went back to the bed.
An irresistible impulse was pulling me in.
She must’ve felt the same—she reached for me just as eagerly.
I’ll never let her go.
We’d meant to just have a short talk and then get on with the day’s schedule...
But the fire lit up again.
It couldn’t be helped.
It was a force of nature.
