I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 515
While Go Seon-a and Go Seonyul were having their serious(?) talk, another mother–daughter pair—Go Hayoung and Go Hayan—were likewise bringing up a weighty subject inside their AV en route to Pyongyang.
Only, unlike the Seon-a–Seonyul duo where the daughter was the aggressive one, here the mother was the more forward.
“Is our Hayan lacking ambition~ or just missing her timing~?”
“...?”
“In my view, you shouldn’t follow your own plan. Leave it to your mother—things will go much smoother.”
“...Phew, what are you even talking about all of a sudden?”
“All of a sudden? Obviously I mean Muyeol. How long are you going to sit on your hands~?”
At the mention of Muyeol, Go Hayan let out a long sigh and turned her head.
Every time they were together, Go Hayoung brought up Muyeol; she felt like she was going to develop a neurosis.
“You let the project you had with Muyeol fizzle out, and you’re not even seeing him privately. Do you actually have any will here?”
“That was... because he started that stunt of making jewelry out of precious RK dough. If I didn’t know, fine, but how am I supposed to keep making something like Sinabro out of that?”
The jewelry venture Go Muyeol and Go Hayan had been running together.
Using a new gemstone, RK-77—Sinabro—they produced and sold extremely expensive accessories and scored a massive hit, but once she learned RK-77’s essence (same raw base as RK-99), continuing the business was impossible.
Who in their right mind would waste dough that can make a room-temperature, ambient-pressure superconductor on useless trinkets?
So Go Hayan had put expansion on hold for the time being.
“Not just making excuses?”
“Excuses?”
“Isn’t it because the other girls keep outpacing you and you’re scared to step forward? You’re quietly inventing a pretext to slink into seclusion.”
“Ha... Mother, watch your words. What would I be scared of?”
“True. You’re already dead last—there’s nothing left to fear.”
“...”
“Wait, maybe that wench Go Seon-a isn’t in the race yet? She’s a bit stiff. In that case you’re not last, so if you try, ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) maybe you can snag ‘fifth’? Congratulations, Hayan. Looks like there’s still hope~?”
“...” 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Is this something a mother should say?
Go Hayan barely forced her blood pressure back down.
“From the moment first place became impossible, first-come first-served lost all meaning.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Compared to a half-baked rank, being at the very back can actually be better.”
“...”
The bizarre logic shut Go Hayoung up for a moment.
“Who remembers second, third, or fourth? At best they remember last place.”
“...”
“Obviously it won’t beat first, but compared to some ambiguous middle rank, the very end has more potential.”
Th... that could be true, but isn’t that only when the sample size is dozens?
With only six of you, what are the odds last place stands out more than the rest...
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“...”
Go Hayan bit her lip.
“Love is always the final love.”
“...”
“What matters most is who closes it out. Understand?”
“—says my daughter who hasn’t even lost her virginity. That makes me sad.”
“Eek!”
There was a small(?) incident where a riled-up Hayan snapped at a household staffer for no reason, but the AV flew smoothly toward Pyongyang.
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“Late, Go Minji. You a slug?”
“God. That bitch.”
Nothing to do inside and not in the mood to rest either. I killed time idly, then headed to the garden with the AV pad to meet my sisters.
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As expected, the first to arrive was Go Minji.
She stomped over the moment she stepped off the AV, so I greeted her brightly—our little grade-schooler Minji replied with a middle finger.
When will our Minji ever grow up.
“You disloyal bastard. Couldn’t wait a few minutes, so you bailed solo? I wanna flick your forehead ‘til you see stars.”
“Why would you smack your precious baby brother you love so much? Psychopath?”
“The only thing you can put in your eye without it hurting is a dick, asshole.”
“You’re putting a dick in your eye?”
“No, you lunatic. Talking to a wall here.”
If I could hold a normal conversation with Minji, that’d make me a grade-schooler. Not happening.
“This is why you don’t spoil your kid brother~. Your loving big sister does every kind of crazy thing for him, and the little bastard doesn’t get it and just gives me grief.”
“What do you even do for me, exactly.”
“Everything, idiot. Not like I can spell it out.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshit?”
Minji slapped me in a headlock.
“G—ack—”
I could’ve dodged, but she wasn’t rough about it, and the feel of Minji’s chest pressing my head was uniquely... enjoyable, so I endured it.
“Gotta fix that attitude. Huh? If I screw you hard enough, will that fix it?”
“‘Screw me’ my ass! You’re the one getting ravished...!”
“By form and by function, a pussy swallows a dick. What are you babbling about. I’m the one eating you, you idiot.”
Wow, seriously...
I’m getting called an idiot by Minji?
Speechless, I slipped free at once.
“Getting that from a bargain-bin pussy? I can’t be seen with you.”
“Die, seriously.”
While Minji and I traded middle fingers like old pals, an AV came in from afar and settled on the pad.
It was Go Seonyul—the one who’d given me Jeju Island as a gift.
Hiss—
As soon as the door opened and the stairs deployed, someone burst out.
“Muyeol!”
“W-whoa?”
Go Seonyul, face flushed red, arms awkwardly spread to the sides.
Head ducked, she rushed at me like a charge.
What... wants a hug?
“What’s with that bitch.”
While Minji stared on, ice-cold, I pulled Seonyul into a warm hug.
“Hueng—”
I spun to bleed off the heavy impact from her tackle-hug.
It played out like a long-time couple staging a dramatic reunion.
“...Go fuck yourselves.”
Seonyul’s sudden dash had me a little flustered, but Minji’s reaction said it was fine.
“What’s wrong, sis? Family’s here; be welcoming.”
“You like that obvious fake act? Anything with tits is your thing, huh? Why don’t you suck dairy straight from a cow, you little shit.”
“What the hell are you even—”
Her look of genuine disbelief set me off, and I hugged Seonyul tighter. Couldn’t resist the teabagging...
“Ah... Muyeol...”
As a hello, I rubbed my face all over Seonyul’s body. She’d been the one to leap at me, but she got a little flustered, then quickly cooed and snuggled up.
Compared to the days she’d text someone sitting right in front of her, it was night and day!
We were glued together like a pair of lovebirds.
Every time I snuck a glance, Minji’s face rotted further in real time. Hilarious.
“...Am I invisible, or what?”
“Gasp...!”
Then a voice—my skin crawled and I sprang back.
“Can you show some restraint when adults are present?”
Go Seon-a, Seonyul’s mother.
And simultaneously the family member with the least intersection with me...
“Ah... I’m sorry. H-hello, Aunt.”
“Mm.”
With Min-young and Hayoung, I chat easily, trade messages, have sex, whatever. But with Seon-a, with no points of contact, there’s this inexplicable difficulty.
“Mom! Why are you killing Muyeol’s vibe!”
“...You’re the main problem. How can you do something so unsightly in front of everyone?”
“Ha... classic virgin.”
“...What did you say?”
...?
What did I just hear?
“It’s nothing. More importantly—”
Right as Seonyul, who’d just dropped that bomb, tried to continue, another AV arrived.
This time... Go Hayoung’s AV. If there’s no complication, Go Hayan should be aboard too.
“Muyeol~~!!”
Again, as soon as the door opened and the stairs set, a woman sprinted toward me.
Not Go Hayan—Go Hayoung herself...
Koryo Group Vice Chair... Go Hayoung...
“Ah, hi—”
I couldn’t ignore her, so I moved to return the hug—only to be blocked in a way I didn’t expect.
“Get a grip, will you?”
“Urk?”
Go Seon-a stopped Hayoung’s charging face with her palm...!
With the sweetest face in the world, Hayoung had been running at me; she slapped Seon-a’s hand away and glared.
A face she never shows me—the “Vice Chair.”
“What’s your problem? Want to die? You just declared war, didn’t you?”
“And you—what are you doing, dragging the tone down like that?”
“Tone, my ass. Says the virgin.”
“...Ha—haha, unbelievable.”
Uh... yeah.
We’re going to pretend we didn’t hear that.
“You bitches have really lost it, huh?”
“Stay out of what we have. That was a warning.”
After firing a lethal warning at Aunt Seon-a, Hayoung turned back to me with a radiant smile and closed in.
The distance was short, so she didn’t sprint like before, but once she was within reach, she grabbed me in a tight hug and rubbed her face all over mine.
Her scent after so long—got me excited for no reason, and I nuzzled back.
“...Muyeol.”
“You dumb fuck.”
“Sigh...”
Three women stared, cold as ice.
And—
“....”
Under a gaze that felt like more than mere cold—something lethal—I eased myself out of Hayoung’s arms.
If I play this wrong, I’m so fucked...!
