I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 513

“Oh-ho. So Aram was nursing such a commendable thought.”

As expected of our protagonist.

She doesn’t disappoint!

“I knew she had ambition, but I didn’t expect her to want the Chief’s seat that strongly. Whether it’s simple lust for power or she literally wants to be closer at Master’s side—I’m not yet certain.”

“tsk, tsk, tsk. You did the counseling yourself and still don’t know? She just wants to stay by my side.”

“Sorry? On what... basis are you so sure...?”

Seunghee’s face showed a hint of disbelief.

Insolent girl. But I am magnanimous; I’ll let it pass.

“No one knows our Aram better than I do.”

“...”

“One look in her eyes and it’s obvious. Do you really not understand women’s hearts?”

“...I see.”

“Anyway, good work. Soo-ah’s arriving soon, so prep the handover properly.”

“Yes.”

“For the time being... until about January, you two will run the desk together. I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire, and you also have to receive the finance-side handover.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Off you go.”

Seunghee left with an indecipherable look that lingered until she reached the door. I considered calling Aram in, then held off.

As Protocol Chief, she’d come the moment I called—but it’s a bit delicate.

I’m fine with keeping Soo-ah as Chief of the Secretariat, yet if Aram is aiming for that chair... hm....

“Im Soo-ah... Seo Aram....”

They’re both from the first wave.

Im Soo-ah is literally my first secretary and my first woman, and Seo Aram is the second woman I picked up, alongside that first.

“If judged purely on capability and potential, Aram is better.”

Because—protagonist.

Frankly, Soo-ah loses in several ways even to an average secretary; compared to Seo Aram, it borders on apologetic.

Soo-ah may try in many ways to ward off talk, but what can’t be done can’t be done. She can’t beat Seo Aram.

In that sense, if you weigh strictly the role and clout of “Chief of the Secretariat” for the owner family, the long-term right move is to cultivate and seat Seo Aram.

But that doesn’t mean I can cast Soo-ah aside!

When I dispatched her to Koryo Entertainment, the empty seat at my side felt yawning for a while.

“This is hard. Really hard.”

“Thank you for not forgetting me and calling me back, Master.”

At last.

Back from her business trip, Soo-ah greeted me with neat composure.

After months of brutal training—and seeing her again after a while—the change in her felt more stark.

The old whiff of “crooked cop” brazenness had faded, and a royal secretary’s identity had set in.

The first impression of Im Soo-ah seemed to blur, bittersweet in a way—but Soo-ah is Soo-ah. This is good too.

“Forget you? Not a chance, you rascal.”

When I took her by the chin and kissed her lightly, she slid out her tongue as if to serve.

But with everyone watching, I wasn’t going that far; I stepped back at once.

Soo-ah, heated and regretful, quickly composed herself, bowed, and offered a formal greeting again.

“Thank you, Master. I will devote everything to serving you.”

“Good. Devote everything and serve hard. Everyone—applause!”

I clapped first a couple of times; the crowd gathered to welcome Soo-ah all offered their greetings.

Soo-ah in turn made the rounds with light thanks.

And then—

“...”

Smiling faintly as I clapped, I spotted Aram staring holes through Soo-ah.

I couldn’t tell if it was adoring senior worship or the look one gives a rival, but either way she was glaring hard enough to burn through Soo-ah’s face.

“Ah.”

Catching my gaze, she flashed a bright smile, a beat late.

Then she looked back to Soo-ah—just as Soo-ah looked at her.

Soo-ah even walked straight over and held out a hand.

“Let’s work well together again, Protocol Chief.”

“Yes. I look forward to it, Chief.”

They shook hands, patted shoulders, and smiled wide.

Just as their meeting was about to end without incident—

“!”

Aram whispered something to Soo-ah, and Soo-ah’s face flushed scarlet.

What did she say? Sexual harassment?

“What did you—”

Aram clasped Soo-ah’s hand in both of hers.

Then she nodded, meeting Soo-ah’s eyes with absolute straightness. Soo-ah looked around, then met my eyes—and, flustered, edged away from Aram.

“What did you two talk about?”

“Sorry?! Ah... she, um, said... she’s glad to see me... again....”

“...Did she.”

Doesn’t sound like it.

She lies the moment she’s back?

Unacceptable. She needs a very thorough correction.

.

.

“Hff....”

“Heh-heh... such cheeky words....”

Under the pretext of handover, I called Ra Seunghee and Im Soo-ah into my room and had them for dinner—in the most literal sense.

Soo-ah especially earned a charge of impudence for lying on day one, and I pounded her thoroughly. Under relentless probing, she finally confessed.

“Con... concubine....”

Aram’s plan—half absurd, half adorable—was to raise Im Soo-ah as my concubine and seize the Chief’s chair for herself....

I’ve no idea how she intended to make Soo-ah my concubine, but I felt like I’d taken a blow to the head.

Solve it... like that?

“Unbelievable.”

I spread limp Soo-ah’s cheeks, and slid back into the cunt drooling semen.

“Kyah—!”

“You impudent girls. You dare trade such words?”

“I—I’m s—sorry...!”

“Severe discipline. Im Soo-ah will take twenty more internal shots.”

“W-What!”

“You too, Seunghee.”

“Why me....”

“Joint liability.”

“...”

I pulled stunned Seunghee into my arms and hammered Soo-ah from behind like a ravaging beast.

The most brazen and impudent is our Aram—but I’ll punish that girl in one go later. For now, I’ll enjoy the Chief’s course.

I’ll top you both from head to toe with semen.

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After Soo-ah returned, I practically lived with her for several days.

Of course, the current Chief, Seunghee, was with us as well.

I paired them like a set and summoned them at all hours for dinner, and time flew.

So much so that Christmas passed long ago and tomorrow would be January 1.

Though the grand year-end ceremony was canceled, there was a light family meal, so I set out for Pyongyang.

‘Time to bring up marriage.’

That shocking “Im Soo-ah Concubine Incident” from a few days ago.

Seo Aram still knows nothing, but for this matter, Ra Seunghee and Im Soo-ah took heavy discipline—dozens of internal shots each.

And in the end, Seo Aram will also be taken almost to the point of breaking.

Still, the idea itself was fresh and plausible.

‘Install Im Soo-ah as concubine, seat Seo Aram as Chief....’

Clean.

When you swap Chiefs, whether it’s a demotion turns into a big debate, but that resolves itself naturally.

If she’s my concubine, how is that a demotion? It makes no sense.

The idea is so tempting I’m weighing it seriously.

The whole family will gather this time, so I’ll ask around about this too.

— You bastard.

— Why’d you go alone.

Right as I was nearing Pyongyang, Go Minji pinged me.

She says she went to Muyeol Land to come up with me, didn’t find me, and messaged.

You should have told me ahead of time. Did you really think I’d be waiting for you with no word?

— You’re not a kid.

— Move around on your own.

— How long are you going to cling to your brother’s side?

— Try some independence.

— Unbelievable, you idiot.

— Seriously.

— You dead idiot.

— All—

— Why would I be a virgin?

— Go Minji, shabby cunt.

— Fucked you senseless.

— You’re dead.

— Bragging, slut.

— 🖕🏻

— 🖕🏻

After a refreshing morning chat, I actually arrived.

Pyongyang’s landmark, Taeyang Palace, came into view.

I snapped a photo of the grand Taeyang Palace and sent it to Minji.

— (photo)

— I’m already here.

— Hurry up ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ and sprint over.

— lol

— Ha...

— You’re seriously—

— Dead.

Dead, my ass.

Shabby cunt.

If I see you, Go Minji, you’re the one who’s dead.

“Welcome, young master. The Chair is waiting.”

Chief Jung guided me to Grandfather’s room.

No doubt he’s playing go again.

And since he so narrowly took runner-up this time, it’ll weigh on him all the more.

“Grandfather, I’m here.”

“Oh?! My Muyeol is here?!”

Sure enough.

When I opened the door and entered, Grandfather was playing go alone.

He greeted me with a huge smile when I bowed—but....

‘The board’s different?’

The master’s board I’d gifted him was displayed like a sculpture in one corner, and a go board in a shape I’d never seen sat at the center.

It was a big solid-wood tea table with a board engraved into it.

But the table’s thickness was immense. Nearly a human upper body—big enough to swallow a head easily—an oddly bizarre construction.

“Grandfather, you changed the board?”

“Huh? Ah... yes, well. What you gave me is practically an artifact now. We should preserve it. Preserve it. It’s Master Han Guk-young’s keepsake, and I used it too roughly all this time.”

“That’s true. It’s precious.”

Still, given Master Han Guk-young as a ghost now, wouldn’t that board be better?

Or has he learned all he can?

‘Anyway, the taste....’

Where did he even get such a strange board?

It looks odd and the aura it gives off is peculiar.

I’ll never understand Grandfather’s taste.

“By the way, congratulations on runner-up, Grandfather. Here—my commemorative gift.”

“Heh-heh, now what did you lug all this way.”

Anyway, cutting to it, I presented specially made go stones.

I call them RK Stones.

A set carved from RK-99 into go-stone shapes; at roughly 3 kg per jar, at Militaris supply prices each jar set comes to a staggering 120 billion KRW.

Of course, to Grandfather, that’s pocket change.

“It took some work to make these.”

“You rascal, what is all this...!”

He was delighted when I showed him the lustrously carved stones.

Worth gifting.

“New board, new stones... To commemorate, how about teaching your grandson a hand or two?”

“What?”

“I studied a few months. Still take lessons off and on. It’d be nice to share some ‘hand talk’—go—between grandson and granddad.”

“Uh... r-right here?”

“Yes. You procured a new board, didn’t you? Let’s see—chairs....”

“No, it’s just....”

I figured the man who lives and dies by go would be thrilled, but he gave no answer, wearing an odd expression.

He kept glancing between me and the board with a sigh. Don’t tell me he’s... tired of go?