I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 82

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I did a full three sets of the empty bar bench press. When I said I couldn’t raise my arms anymore and refused to continue, Soo-ah handed me a pair of 5kg dumbbells in each hand and made me do two more sets.

After that came squats, and after that—

"Hey, I’ve got work to do. Is this even right?"

"Honestly, Master, all you do for work is just look, listen, and make decisions, right? It seems like you could do that even while working out. Can’t you?"

"...Come here."

As the workout time dragged on, I felt more and more like she was mocking me, so I took her to the shower and screwed her to put her in her place. The problem was that my whole body was sore, so I couldn’t fully enjoy it, but at least my cock felt good.

After sweating in various ways, she suddenly looked at me in surprise and said,

"Mas...ter! I’ve been promoted!"

"Huh?"

A promotion out of nowhere? Aren’t police promotions usually announced only in January or July?

"A special promotion. They said I was promoted to Chief Superintendent starting today and told me to come to headquarters?"

"Are they telling you to transfer, or just to come by and receive the rank?"

"It seems more like the latter... but the details aren’t very clear."

"Hmm."

A sudden promotion?

Well, if it strengthens the authority of my Jojob, then it’s good for me... but the unexpected nature is the issue. Whenever something doesn’t make immediate sense, you have to question it.

"What did you do to earn a promotion?"

"Well, it sounds a bit strange when you say it like that, but honestly, I haven’t done anything."

Before meeting me, I don’t know what she’d been up to, but ever since, Soo-ah has basically only served as my assistant. She hasn’t done any actual police work like investigating cases or solving crimes.

‘Within the police force, they did create a team dedicated to guarding me, so if that counts as an accomplishment, then maybe that’s the reason... but to consider something so ceremonial as an achievement?’

It could be that they’re promoting Soo-ah because she’s my closest associate, trying to stay in my good graces. But if that’s the case, wouldn’t it make more sense to promote her from the beginning, instead of doing it halfway through? Is it even common to promote someone in the middle like this?

Or maybe they’re only now realizing they need to stay on my good side? Perhaps they assumed I was just some insignificant, discarded scoundrel, but now they’ve learned otherwise.

But I haven’t even been here for two full months, so could they really figure it out so soon? It’s not like I’ve done anything that obvious.

The only thing that stands out is the scene I caused with the prosecution, but they’re too proud to go around broadcasting that.

‘Then... could it be that Soo-ah accomplished something notable while she was with me...?’

There could be any number of possibilities. Maybe she passed along information or something...

As my direct subordinate and now deeply integrated with Goryeo Prestige, she has an incredible amount of access. If she leaked information, a promotion could certainly follow.

‘But if she really did that, this timing makes no sense. She’s not stupid.’

Naturally, if she had done such a thing, both the police headquarters and Soo-ah would hide it completely, doing everything to avoid suspicion and keep the status quo. Just like how Seoeun-mi, the National Intelligence Service spy, quietly follows my orders without drawing attention.

Besides, I’m sure we have people in the NIS as well; there’s no way she’d survive if any information leaked out.

‘Then what is this? Is it really a promotion with no reason?’

For a moment, I thought back to Jang Kyung-soo.

Once the game’s story begins in ‘77, he’s one of the first to go down. The protagonist exposes his drug operation, and in the end, he’s a character who’s abandoned and sacrificed by those above him.

Even in the early stages, before his stats had developed, the protagonist discovered his drug factory—his Achilles' heel. He’s a reckless guy.

‘I doubt he’s thought about this in depth.’

I remembered the first time I set foot in Incheon. He had approached me with a broad, hearty smile, and without me even asking, he had started rambling on and on.

‘He talks too much. Not exactly the cautious type.’

A more thoughtful guy wouldn’t talk so much.

Of course, it’s possible he was faking it, trying to create an opening.

But even so, it leads to the same result—by mid-‘77, all his misdeeds are exposed, and he’s taken out. No matter how you spin it, it’s hard to think highly of him.

The conclusion? He’s probably not calling Soo-ah because he has some grand scheme in mind.

Still—

‘I don’t want to send her.’

Whatever the reason, just the fact that someone’s ordering my Jojob around annoys me. My Jojob should follow my commands alone, and this feels like an invasion of that.

Why should some other guy, no less, be ordering around my Jojob?

"Do you even see any merit in staying with the police?"

"Hmm. Well, I guess being able to use the team members is something? But my badge doesn’t seem to mean much to you now, does it?"

Until White Sister gifted me the AV, I used to drag around two police vans. But now, since I just fly around, I don’t even bother bringing them along—they’re just used to guard the mansion.

Would I need to use police power for anything? Not really. I only used it once to kill that male protagonist, and since then, it’s been... yeah.

If I need muscle, I can call on Prestige or just let someone like Min Ji-ah handle it.

‘Even if I need investigative power, Na-eun can handle that. The police hardly qualify as an investigative force now.’

Officially, they’re called police, but really, they’re just a military force for maintaining order. Most investigative authority and related power have shifted to the prosecution. There’s no need to bring in another military force into my domain.

‘Besides, White Sister’s PMC training is only four hours a day, for four days, with just two hours on the last day. It’s hardly even a gap in my forces. After that, we’ll hire mercenaries and set up the PMC—it’ll take about a month. By then...’

One month.

In a month, I can fill my forces.

"Do you have any regrets about staying in the police?"

"Of course not. I’m part of your Jojob now, Master."

"Resign. Transfer to Prestige completely. As my first Jojob, you can at least have the Director position."

"Yes, Master."

There’s no reason to overlook this uneasy feeling. I needed her independence anyway; now’s as good a time as any.

"And Jang Kyung-soo, he’s refusing to buy the drugs, right?"

"Strictly speaking, he’s refusing to pay a trillion won for it. You said not to lower the price even a single won. You also said to shove the drugs down his throat if he kept refusing...."

"..."

Logically speaking, it’s a stupid idea.

The drugs will leave my hands either way, so I might as well make a profit.

Besides, Jang Kyung-soo is a dead man walking. Based on his story and his actions, he’s bound to die sooner or later. I don’t think I need to worry about the new drug falling into his hands.

"Negotiate down to 500 billion. But no lower."

"Yes, Master. But what about my team members after I resign? Should I have them all resign and then hire them back for the PMC?"

"Are they trustworthy?"

"Well... to some extent, yes."

"What’s your recommendation?"

"If you plan to fill the PMC only with women, none of them are outstanding enough to make you reconsider. But if not, they’re certainly worth hiring."

"Now that you mention it, I don’t really see the need to hire men."

"While it’s different from managing an agency, I still recommend hiring both men and women. Despite implants, exceeding basic physical limitations costs money."

"Are strong female recruits more expensive?"

"They may act pricier in many ways. Plus, considering your preferences, you’d probably hesitate to send them into dangerous situations. Since they’re part of your Jojob, it would be a problem if they got hurt, wouldn’t it?"

True enough.

"Alright, let’s go with hiring all of them for now. Later, we can split them into a Red Team and a Blue Team."

Hearing that, Soo-ah let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, let’s do that."

"What’s that sigh about?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I just felt relieved. Even for me, disposing of people who’ve been my subordinates for years would be tough."

"Disposing?"

What’s with that heavy word?

"Yes?"

"Why ‘disposing’?"

She tilted her head in confusion.

"Well... after I resign, they would naturally be separated from you, right?"

"True."

Soo-ah extended her fingers one by one.

"They know your information and won’t be hired, so that leaves them in the police force... we should kill them all before they start talking, right?"

"Ah...."

So, this is what it takes to be a corrupt cop. Scary stuff, honestly.

I’m lucky to have reincarnated as a chaebol.

"Alright. In any case, since I’ve decided to hire them, don’t kill anyone."

"Yes."

While Soo-ah was submitting her resignation, I texted Min Ji-ah, instructing her to send over some people who could guard me for a while.

- Aunt.

- Yes, Young Master. What would you like to say?

It’s funny; when we talk on the phone, she stutters like crazy with a ‘d-d-d-doo,’ but she’s perfectly articulate over text. Makes me want to tease her.

- Show me.

I sent a single word, and she responded with, “Yes... Young Master, I’ll show you!” Moments later, she sent a photo of her pussy, held open by her fingers. Despite having gone at it since the day before yesterday and even into this morning, her pussy was still a delicate pink.

It’s enough to make my cock stir.

- Why isn’t there any cum? Did you dare wash off my cum?

- Uh... n-no? That’s not it!!

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- That’s not it!!

In her panic, Min Ji-ah’s texts turned into a jumble of words. Amused, I laughed for a moment before getting to the point.

- I’ll need some people to guard me for about a month, so send some over.

- Gasp! Yes! I’ll send pretty ones!

I told her to send over guards, and she responds with “pretty ones.” But I had no reason to refuse, so I agreed.