I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 517
All six women froze at once.
Then they turned their heads toward me—and of course their timing matched, so six heads swivelled at me in perfect sync. A terrifying sight.
‘Wow... fuck...’
What the hell.
Why the hell did I say that??
Did my neurons all commit mass suicide together???
I should’ve thought before I spoke! The urgency made me blow myself up.
“What... do you mean? You have something to say about marriage?”
“Don’t tell me there’s already someone you want to marry? Which one of us? But there are still two virgins left??”
“...Idiot.”
Min-young and Hayoung spoke in turn, and then Go Minji formed the word silently.
Getting called an idiot by Go Minji was wildly aggravating, but for once I couldn’t argue.
Sure, it was something I’d been meaning to ask someday...! But blurting it out like a reflex? That’s suicide.
“Ah~. I get it. You’re saying you don’t even need to try the other two? Mm~, as Hayan’s mother, it’s a ti-ny bit sad, but as a woman... not bad? I am the one who does everything for you, after all. Heh.”
“You’re a mother and that’s how you talk? You fail as a mother and as an adult. There was never a world where you’d be chosen. I’m the first woman—obviously it’s me.”
Ahh...
Each of them is 100% certain she’s the primary wife.
“Why are you two fighting? You divorced women.”
“...What?”
Right then, Go Minji dropped a nuke with zero sense for the room.
She usually shut up when the adults were around—but not today. She flapped her mouth, yanked aggro from both Min-young and Hayoung in a heartbeat, and just blinked innocently.
Do you have two lives or what!
“With a fresh, pristine model like me here, do you think two divorcees can compete? Why are you being so shameless?”
Minji, shut up...!
“Who are you calling... di-divorcees...?”
“...Minji’s being very funny. But that was an undercover—”
“You had husbands, right? On paper you’re divorcees, right? Quantum non-virgins, right?”
What...
What the hell are you babbling about, Minji... why do this to me...
“Two divorcees, one dork, and the rest haven’t even started. Naturally that leaves... me. I don’t see why this is even a question.”
“...Did you just call me a dork??”
She shrugged with that classic Minji face—and somehow devoured all the aggro that had been trained on me.
Is she about to get mobbed? Min-young and Hayoung’s eyes were murderous.
‘Grandfather, help.’
I fired off an SOS before something exploded.
But Grandfather looked at me like I was pathetic, sighed hard, and looked away.
‘Nooo...!!’
If even Grandfather abandons me, what am I supposed to do with this...!
“Minji, do you need more home training?”
“...Home training for a full-grown adult?”
Sigh. Guess I’ve got no choice.
I have to steer this myself.
Keep them from talking to each other, and if a thread starts, I cut in first. That seems like the least explosive option.
“A—khm.”
I made a noise, cleared my throat. The women, who’d been trading icy looks, refocused on me.
The pressure spiked as they stared, hyper-focused on whatever would come out of my mouth.
“What I was going to say—”
If I bring up what I actually meant to ask—like anything about concubines—that really would be suicide.
That’s the kind of thing you float privately with Grandfather, just the two of us. Drop it here and it’ll burn like white phosphorus.
‘Fuck, what do I even say?’
And now I can’t think of anything.
No, I already said the word marriage, didn’t I?
Is there any marriage-related topic I can raise that won’t provoke them and will let me glide forward naturally???
Does that even exist??
“Wait a moment. Muyeol getting married isn’t a light matter. There are preparatory steps we should take first, no?”
Then, out of nowhere, Go Seon-a spoke.
Preparatory... steps? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
“What does that mean?”
“There are things to verify. For example, whether he gets women pregnant well—like that?”
“!!”
W—what...?
“It hasn’t even been that long. Talking about choosing someone already is nonsense. If we’re going to take our time selecting, we should confirm what needs confirming.”
“Are you saying we should get him a health checkup?”
“Why would I bring up something that trivial here?”
Go Seon-a looked me over.
Her eyes were... odd.
“Hormone levels and sperm count are theoretical. We need to see whether pregnancy and birth go smoothly in practice.”
Do we... need to see that?
“So what do you suggest?”
“Pick from the collateral line and get them pregnant. A girl whose blood is relatively close to ours. That way we can build proper data.”
“Hm.”
Wow...
She’s saying crazy things with a straight face.
And is that even meaningful? It’s 2077—do we really run analog experiments like that?
“There is one who comes to mind as the closest collateral.”
And Min-young and Hayoung nodded along to that madness.
They actually think it has merit.
“Right. Muyeol, we’ll talk about that later. Okay? Do you have to say your piece right now?”
“N-no. It’s not that I have to...”
“Aw~. What a pity~. I could’ve sealed my victory today. But our child matters more, right?”
“H-haha...”
“So we grab one and get her pregnant? Ok?”
“Will one be enough?”
“She has a daughter too. Get the daughter pregnant as well. Conveniently, the case fits us.”
“True.”
“Muyeol, you fine with getting them pregnant?”
“I mean... sure...”
Better than saying something dumb here and getting pummeled.
“Are you lot done? What are you doing at the dinner table. Honestly.”
“You knew about this too, Dad?”
“Sort it out among yourselves. Let’s eat, for once.”
“Enjoy your meal, Father.”
Peace(?) returned to the table.
Go Seon-a’s shocking pitch cooled the topic—am I supposed to be happy about that?
For the first time in a while, the gentle clink of tableware rang.
‘Wait... getting the closest collateral pregnant...? Isn’t that Minji-ah?’
If we mean the closest collateral to the direct line, that’s Minji-ah. Obviously.
And she has a daughter.
Minji-ah and her daughter... violate them and get them pregnant...?
Throb!
Even now, I got hard.
Wrap that dense body in my arms and use it however I want, throw her on the bed, spread her legs and between them—
And the daughter too...?!
Clench!
“Eek?!”
Then.
A hand shot out from the side and clamped my hard dick in a firm grip.
I looked—Go Min-young.
She was smiling, cool as ice.
“Feels good? Turned on?”
“N-no, it’s—”
Slick, slick—her hand stroked me where others couldn’t see, and she leaned in to whisper:
“Our Muyeol wants to get someone pregnant? Don’t worry. When the experiment’s over... I’ll get pregnant as much as you want.”
“—gh.”
She kept whispering sweetly, hand moving...!
A moment or two and maybe we’d get away with it, but with everyone here? There’s no way this won’t be noticed!
Kuk—
From the other side, something else prodded dead center between my balls.
The spot that doesn’t hurt on the balls, perfectly linked to the shaft.
“What are you doing, sis? Why are you glued to Muyeol, hmm?”
The culprit was Go Hayoung’s foot. Chin propped on her hand, glaring at Min-young.
Her toes climbed my shaft, met Min-young’s hand.
“...”
“...”
They glared at each other.
Each refusing to cede position—
“Enough!!”
Grandfather’s bark crashed down before it could escalate, and Min-young and Hayoung clicked their tongues and withdrew.
“Tsks-tsks-tsks. When are you going to grow up? Can’t you see your father getting old??! And you think this is how you’ll carry Koryo forward?”
“...Old? He’s [N O V E L I G H T] spry.”
“Why would we carry Koryo? That’s your job. You really want to dump something that harsh on your daughters?”
“Have some shame! And you call yourselves Vice Chairs... ha.... And you, Muyeol. You think you can build a household, being dragged around by girls like that?”
Uh—
Isn’t being dragged around exactly my position...?
How am I supposed to talk back to my aunts and Vice Chairs.
“Why are you going off on Muyeol! He didn’t do anything.”
“I’m going off because he’s sitting there! You’re the worst one here, girl! Know what to cover and what not to!”
The fragile peace Seon-a had bought with “pregnancy” shattered again.
Shouts flew across the table.
And I...
“...”
For some reason, I met eyes with Go Seon-a.
We held it for about three seconds, then she turned away.
What did that mean?
And what was she thinking when she proposed a pregnancy experiment?
I can’t read her face.
