I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 331
"Well... that's Go Hayan's job to handle."
She owned Élégante and had sold out a nearly 600 million won set in just 47 seconds. I should trust her eye for things.
Pricing and sales—she would handle all that on her own.
The real problem was elsewhere.
“Noona, to be honest, I don’t really know anything about accessories, so I don’t have much to say. I’ll just trust you.”
I confessed plainly, and she let out a small laugh.
“Yeah. It’s natural—men usually don’t know much about this ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) stuff. And it’s fine. You don’t need to. I’ll take care of everything. You just make sure to deliver the Sinabro on time.”
“About that delivery—you said each new edition would be released in batches of 100,000 sets, right?”
“I did.”
A hundred thousand sets—just saying it sounds abstract, but that means I’d have to supply Sinabro in that quantity to make it work.
Who knows how many editions there would be, but even if it’s just four, I’d need to produce and deliver 400,000 sets of Sinabro. And each package would likely include multiple accessories—earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets—so if you counted by individual pieces, we’d be looking at well over a million units.
Of course, Muyeol Chemicals was only in charge of punching out standardized slabs of Sinabro, and resizing or refining them would be handled by another of Go Hayan’s subsidiaries. Still, the supply difficulty didn’t change.
Not to mention RK-77 and RK-99 use almost the same materials. RK-77 takes way less time overall, but still...
Could I really manage the volume of RK-77 while also preparing for the future demand of RK-99?
And the orders from Militaris probably wouldn’t be small either.
“It already took quite a bit of time just to deliver the 10,000 sets this round. Handling that much volume in such a short time... I don’t think it’s feasible.”
I carefully voiced my concern.
Thinking of the secretaries and Go Hayan’s unsettling temperament, my tension rose just a little without realizing it.
But unexpectedly, she simply nodded.
“Of course it’s not feasible. Muyeol Chemicals is a brand-new company. It’d be weirder if you could handle that volume already. Sure, you got that factory from Grandfather, but you probably don’t even have the manpower to run it properly, right?”
“Right...”
“And either way, even if we release 100,000 sets per edition, selling out instantly isn’t realistic. Even if it were, we wouldn’t do that. The launch isn’t until Q3 anyway, and sales will be spread out over time, slowly and steadily. This might take us through the whole year. Maybe even into the first half of next year.”
“I-I see.”
That’s a relief.
“So your goal should be ramping up production volume. It varies per package, but according to our current plan, one unit of Sinabro you deliver can cover an average of 1.4 packages. If you can hit a quarterly production of 200,000 units by the end of this year, there shouldn't be any major issues with the business moving forward.”
“Two hundred thousand per quarter...”
Not easy...
“I’ll do my best. 200,000.”
“Think of it this way. You already have the factory. You just need to secure manpower and a steady supply of raw materials. And really, that’s basically handed to you. It’s all within our group anyway. Use your connections.”
“Yes.”
A small temptation crept up in my chest: would it be smarter to use the materials and time for RK-77 to just make RK-99 instead?
But I pushed it down.
This was a business I’d already started—and RK-99 was a project that absolutely couldn’t be exposed. Having one legitimate, public-facing business was safer.
You had to at least look like you were trying to cover up the illicit asset transfers. That way, it actually seemed like you were doing something illegal.
And the sales numbers are nothing to scoff at.
Sure, RK-99 was a cheat code—nothing could compare to it.
But even setting that aside, RK-77 was raking in insane revenue.
Just yesterday’s 10,000 set sellout... that alone would pump nearly 3 trillion won straight into Muyeol Chemicals.
If I thought of that as a kind of declaration of intent, then once we were properly established, this could easily turn into a business that raked in over 20 trillion a year.
The RK series really is... a cheat.
“Mmh.”
Go Hayan glanced at her wrist to check the time.
“You haven’t had lunch yet, have you?”
“No.”
“Let’s eat something proper before we continue.”
“Sounds good.”
She rose from her seat first, and I followed.
Just before we left the room, I called out to her.
“Oh, right—Noona.”
“Yeah?”
“That suits you really well.”
“...”
Go Hayan stared at me blankly for a moment.
Her eyes widened just a little.
Then, she gave me a gentle smile, warm and small.
“Thanks.”
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After lunch, we continued talking exclusively about business.
Before I came here, I thought maybe we’d talk about some personal things too—maybe even spark a bit of that sensual tension again. But there was none of that.
It was all business.
Worse than last time, honestly.
Even back on the yacht, though we were focused on business, we still had at least a little cousin-to-cousin small talk.
And her outfit back then... was something else.
She said it was just following the dress code, but come on—who’d believe that?
Anyone could tell Go Hayan had shown up with me in mind, wearing a ridiculously revealing dress.
But today, she was in a perfectly buttoned-up suit, not a single opening, and barely any personal conversation.
No matter how I tried to nudge things in that direction, the moment would pass quickly and we’d be right back to business.
Even when the business talk was pretty much over, she kept it that way.
Unless it was basic, surface-level chitchat, anything that even hinted at getting deeper was subtly shut down.
Almost like she was doing it on purpose.
Is it because of that...?
It probably is...
Getting caught while I was screwing Go Minji... yeah, that’s probably it.
That must’ve been a hell of a scene.
Especially since I had her by the neck while I was pounding her mouth and pussy...
If it were me who saw something like that, I’d need time to recover too.
Fucking Minji...
If she hadn’t barged onto the yacht unannounced, I would’ve sealed the deal back then in the perfect mood.
Who would’ve thought failing to get it done that day would still be affecting things now?
Truly a tragedy.
I wanted to ask about the past...
But I can’t. Not like this.
I need to close the distance, get us into a warmer, pinker mood. Only then could I slide it in casually, like: “Remember that time I spiked your drink with cum, noona~?”
There’s no window for that right now.
Guess it’s just not the time.
She was pushing so hard to meet before early May, so I was honestly expecting more.
Looks like she really did call me just for work.
What the hell’s going on with her?
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...Getting antsy, are you?
Go Hayan thought to herself as she tossed out words with little meaning.
They were technically having a conversation, sure—but nothing with depth.
Things you could hear with one ear and let slip out the other.
And with that kind of exchange, nothing could develop further.
Look at that face. Cute.
Watching Go Muyeol constantly try to read her mood made her smile inwardly.
She didn’t know exactly what was going through his head, but he had to be flustered that things weren’t going as he’d planned.
The confusion was still written on his face.
Don’t think you can fuck me in just one day. I’m not some cheap girl like Go Minji.
She wanted him too.
That was undeniable.
Social taboo or not, she’d never cared about the whole “incest” thing. If anything, it was all she’d ever desired. Her longing for him had never once cooled.
Even now, every time she caught his gaze flick quickly over her body, it sent electric shocks through her.
To the point where she felt like jumping him on the spot.
Just like when she was a reckless teenager, reaching out for him purely on instinct—
She still wanted to do that now.
But she’d learned the hard way that surrendering blindly to instinct only ruined everything.
You want me, don’t you? You want to hold me down, spread my legs, and ravage me, don’t you?
His gaze was getting bolder.
Whether he realized it or not, he’d started looking at her chest—and below—more and more often.
You want to violate me with that scorching stare... and that body.
Her own body was heating up.
Just sharing the same space with him was enough to set her ablaze.
But—
“There’s still a lot to talk about. If you don’t have any other plans, stay the night. I’ll assign you a secretary.”
“...A secretary?”
“You need someone to use your waist with, don’t you?”
“...”
“Or would you rather use what you brought with you? Either way, think of it as a kindness. Accept it.”
“Ah... okay...”
Watching Muyeol look dazed, she curled her lips into a quiet smile.
It won’t be easy. Getting this body.
