I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 332

“Haah, haaak...! M-Mr. President...!!”

The woman beneath me panted with her mouth wide open every time I thrust my hips.

As expected from someone serving the owner family, she’d been a virgin—yet even through the pain of being penetrated for the first time, she forced a smiling gaze as she offered up her body.

She’d clearly taken good care of herself. Nothing to complain about.

Pretty face. Great tits. Nice to fuck.

But...

Even as I enjoyed her body, my mind was somewhere else.

What the hell is she thinking?

As I savored the now all-too-familiar pleasure of sex, I layered Go Hayan’s face over the panting secretary below me.

Her face overlapped with Hayan’s, expression turning more aloof and elegant. Just that thought made my dick swell, heightening every sensation.

“Aaah!”

The secretary’s moans grew louder.

No matter how I look at it, I don’t think she’s just sulking.

When we met on the yacht, it felt like things would escalate the moment I so much as nudged them.

But today, she didn’t give me the slightest opening. She kept tossing me those could-be signs, only to yank them away again and steer the conversation back to business.

At first, I figured it was just fallout from the Go Minji incident. That she was still reeling from the shock and wasn’t ready to move forward—that she was keeping things strictly professional until she got over it.

But now that I think about it, that doesn’t add up.

If she was really too upset or disappointed to get over it... why insist on meeting today? Even getting pissed about it?

I clearly told her I’d be swamped in April and May, but she still pushed for a meeting in early May at the latest. That’s how we ended up seeing each other today.

For business?

That doesn’t sound right.

Go Hayan is loaded—loaded enough to hand me an unlimited-limit corporate card. Her mom’s the president of Koryo Card, the company that controls half of Asia’s economy.

You’re telling me someone like her would make a personal appearance, dragging unresolved emotions, just to move a few trillion-won deals forward?

There has to be another reason.

Thunk.

“Haaangh!! T-Too rough...!”

“Endure it.”

My thoughts tangled deeper.

And when things get tangled, the only way to untie them is to blow a load.

As I thrust wildly into the secretary I was projecting Hayan onto, I didn’t hold back. I came hard, right inside her.

She bit her lip through a mess of twisted expressions.

I’d hoped to imagine Go Hayan’s cold, proud face contorting from being creampied, but the illusion didn’t hold. Her face melted away, replaced by the secretary’s again.

Maybe... she wants me to make the first move?

Could be.

She’s proud, cold, and high up the ladder. Someone like her wouldn’t easily say or do something forward.

Totally plausible.

But even if that were the case, shouldn’t she at least leave some hints? She was practically a steel wall today.

Or is this just a push-pull game?

That’s about as far as my dumbass brain could reason.

If she’s playing hard to get... that kind of makes sense.

Maybe she’s trying to emphasize that she’s not an easy lay.

Some people say push-pull makes for better relationships. Personally, I don’t get it.

Why play games when you could just be upfront and make both your lives easier?

Guess I’ll just observe for now.

When you don’t know what the other person’s after, it’s best to play it safe.

I want to ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) take this further—hell, I’m dying to—but if I can’t read the situation, I’m not gonna force it.

I need a better idea of what she’s thinking first.

She’s mine anyway. No need to rush.

Sure, there’s something a little fishy about her memory or something from the past, but in the end, she’s a Go.

She’s going to be my wife.

It’s not like she’s some limited-edition doll someone else might grab. There’s no need to be impatient.

I’ll just watch her closely and respond accordingly.

And if she really is still hurt about what happened with Go Minji... then fine. I’ll keep it strictly professional for now.

Ugh. What a fucking mess.

I pulled out my cock, dripping with cum, and pressed the secretary’s thigh wide apart.

A beat later, her gaping hole began to leak with a slow, sticky stream.

I looked at it—then shoved my dick back in.

“Aaahhh!!”

For now, I’ll play along with Go Hayan’s game.

She gave me this secretary, after all—said I’d need someone to “use my waist” with.

So I should make good use of her.

And since Seunghee was passed out in the next room, I figured I’d grab Hayan’s other secretaries and fuck them too.

You’ll do in her place. Take it like a good bitch.

The next day—

After fucking four virgin secretaries into unconsciousness, I woke up late.

Noona didn’t wake me.

Seunghee ended up doing it, though even she had been swamped with work these past few days, so it was still a late hour by then.

“S-Sorry, sir!”

“It’s fine. I didn’t have anything urgent anyway. Noona didn’t wake me either. Guess I was supposed to rest.”

After a quick shower and a light breakfast, I went looking for Noona. It was around 11 a.m.

Basically right before lunch.

As soon as we met, she asked out of nowhere how the secretary was.

I wasn’t sure whether to dodge the question or answer it raw, but she didn’t even wait for a reply. She went straight to the point.

As expected, the topic was Sinabro’s launch.

More detailed breakdowns of what we’d touched on yesterday.

Everything from current package configurations, to name and pricing discussions, to the exact launch date in Q3, how to run the launch event, which location, and what celebrity to use for the marketing campaign—

Even stuff that made me think, Do we really need to be discussing this ourselves?

This feels more like a conversation just for the sake of conversation.

It wasn’t pointless.

But it wasn’t work that needed to be handled between her and me.

This was the kind of stuff the staff should be discussing.

All we needed to do was steer the direction, not micromanage.

Yeah... she definitely has another reason.

The fact that she’s holding onto these unnecessary conversations shows she wants to spend time with me.

But the fact that she’s blocking off personal talk and steering everything back to work shows she’s playing something close to the chest.

Is this really just push-pull?

Go Hayan clearly had another motive.

And I didn’t know what the hell it was. That’s what was driving me nuts.

And with both of us like this, nothing was moving forward.

We ended the talk with no real conclusion, except: “Let’s have a working-level meeting.”

Of course, that meeting would be handled by our respective staff teams.

As evening rolled around, I stepped out onto the rooftop with a weird lingering frustration.

Like taking a dump and forgetting to flush.

Is this it? Is it seriously just ending like this?

Go Hayan came out to see me off.

“I think we should meet like this more often. Or at least hold regular video conferences. How about we set some recurring dates?”

“Well... sure. Since we have ‘business’ to do, right?”

“Yeah. Because we have business to do.”

“...”

She held out her hand, as if to seal it with a handshake.

I’d done plenty of handshakes in my career, but shaking hands with family still felt bizarre. Very unfamiliar.

Still, I couldn’t just leave her hanging. I grabbed her hand and gave it a light shake.

“Since you’re in Seoul, take some time to look around. It’s a different vibe from Incheon. There’s actually quite a bit to see. If I had the time, I’d show you around myself.”

“There are a few places I’ve been wanting to stop by anyway.”

“Is that so? Perfect. Let’s meet again sometime soon—preferably before Victory Day.”

“Sure. I’ll give you a call.”

And just like that,

My first Élégante expedition ended... kind of anticlimactically.

I was left with this odd, unfamiliar feeling—but who knows, maybe Go Hayan got whatever it was she came for.

Whatever that was.

Bzzzt.

Just as a certain AV scene popped into my head, my phone buzzed.

I looked down from the rooftop, where Go Hayan was still lingering, and checked the screen.

— Nephew~

— Heard you came to Seoul?

— Did you meet my daughter?

It was Go Hayoung.

I waited a beat. Once I saw Hayan turn and walk away, I texted back.

— Yes.

— As you know,

— Noona and I are working together on a project.

— Of course I know.

— Was it called Sinabro or something?

— It’s really pretty.

— My daughter’s got an eye for that sort of thing. You can trust her.

— Ah,

— Are you two still talking right now?

— We just finished.

— I just boarded the AV.

— Oh my,

— Really?

— Ended earlier than I expected.

— Thought you’d be there longer.

— Right?

— I actually came up prepared for a longer stay,

— But turns out Noona and I have great chemistry.

— Everything went smoothly.

— Chemistry?

— What kind of chemistry, hmm?

— ♥

— What kind of “chemistry” is Muyeol talking about~?

Say one word and she flips her switch—yep, that’s our Go Hayoung.

— You said you’re done, right?

— So what now?

— Heading home?

She tossed out the question with a hint of suggestion.

If you couldn’t read the subtext in that, you were brain-dead.

Well, I was planning to head over to the Financial Holdings building anyway...

— (photo)

I was just about to respond—

When she sent a photo.

A crystal-clear anal plug.

— Oops,

— Sent the wrong pic, hehe.

“...”

— I’m on my way to help Miss Hayoung put in her anal plug.