I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 337

As expected, I rolled around with Go Hayoung until Monday morning broke.

We made the most of every moment we had together—poured everything we had into each other.

We slept, technically, but it was just a quick shuteye. Even when we washed up, we stayed glued to each other. And even after all that, when it was finally time to part ways, we hugged for several minutes, unable to let go.

“Uuugh... If you leave now, who knows when we’ll see each other again~. I’m depressed.”

“No need to be depressed... You’re moving the Koryo Credit Incheon branch to Namdong Industrial Complex, right? Come by then.”

“Ah, should I?”

“It’s the cornerstone for establishing a sort of social class structure through internal credit evaluation, from the financial holding company’s point of view, right?”

“Mhm... It’s... it’s extremely important work♥.”

“Important enough that you, Hayoung, should definitely show up at least once.”

“Mmhmm.”

She smiled like a little girl.

“I’ll do my best to make time! And, um... I’ll also prepare that... heehee. Next time we meet...♥.”

“...Yeah. That too.”

We exchanged cryptic words and kissed each other on the forehead.

That thing we were talking about meant anal.

Obviously, throughout our time together, I hadn’t succeeded in penetrating her that way, so I’d have to wait until next time.

The issue was, now that I was leaving, she’d have to continue the stretching process on her own. While I’d helped her with that while we were together, I couldn’t help but wonder how she’d manage without me.

‘Will she make her secretary do it? Or handle it herself...???’

I wanted to ask—but for the sake of human dignity (?), I chose not to.

“Well, I’m off now.”

“Uuugh....”

The smile vanished, and she pouted again.

Even though she was far higher in rank than me, I couldn’t help but find her... adorable.

“I’ll be in touch.”

“Mmhmm. Make sure to keep in touch often, okay?”

We shared a goodbye kiss.

Just boarding the AV alone took nearly ten minutes.

“Aah, feels like I just got back from my hometown.”

“You sound tired.”

“Didn’t get much sleep.”

Dating and having sex with women from the Go family.

It was euphoric—every moment with them was bliss—but it drained the hell out of me.

It was fundamentally different from how I dealt with secretaries or flesh-houses. I actually considered their feelings to some degree, and that naturally made me more mentally invested.

So while our time together was fantastic, the moment I returned to my own space, the exhaustion hit me hard.

‘Still, I gained a lot of time. Two massive appointments during the insane month of May, both handled within three days.’

An ultra-compressed double feature: the Elegant (Go Hayan) visit, and the Koryo Financial Holdings (Go Hayoung) visit.

Time-wise, that was a huge win.

‘Now the only major things left are the party and the art museum date with Go Seonyul.’

Sure, there were other smaller appointments—like meeting the mayor—but those were easy and laid-back by comparison. No big deal.

‘Should I just get the mayor thing over with today too?’

Of the minor appointments, meeting the mayor was still one of the more important ones.

The problem was—I was really damn tired and sleepy.

But it’s not something I couldn’t push through.

The meeting was basically a greeting and a bit of promotion for the party. If I was already out, might as well just get it done.

‘Sex... probably not happening.’

After doing it nonstop with Go Hayoung, my libido had dipped, and more than anything—I was just too damn tired to get it up again. I’d rather finish quickly and go home to rest.

‘Not that I’ll actually get to rest when I get back.... Let’s save the pussy tribute for the party.’

“Seunghee, call the mayor’s office and tell them I’m coming now.”

“Right now? Understood.”

I gave the order and leaned back in my chair.

Within seconds, the exhaustion slammed into me like a truck.

‘God, I’m so—’

...

...

“...Master.”

Ugh...

“Master,”

“...”

My eyes sting.

They’re burning, tearing up.

I’m absolutely wrecked.

“We’ve arrived at City Hall, Master.”

“Ugggh....”

Yawning hard, I stared out the window.

The AV had already landed. A sizable crowd—clearly city hall employees—was waiting outside.

Most were balding, pot-bellied middle-aged men, but I spotted a few young men and women scattered in.

And standing dead center—an unmistakably unique figure—was none other than the newly elected mayor, Jung Mina.

She was staring at the AV, visibly nervous.

‘Jung Mina. The woman who barely survived the massacre where all the city council members got their heads blown off.’

That meant she was young and low-ranking—yet somehow caught the right current and made it to the mayor’s seat.

Barring any major incidents, she’d be the one steering Incheon’s direction for the next four years.

“W-Welcome, Rep... Representative!”

As I stepped out, Jung Mina and the rest of the staff greeted me.

But compared to when I visited private firms or more secluded public institutions, the reaction here was muted.

It couldn’t be helped—city hall was practically wide open to the public. Doing anything too flashy here would just attract unnecessary attention.

Imagine the mayor, city council, and staff all bowing ninety degrees to someone. That’d raise way too many eyebrows.

So I played it cool and walked over to Jung Mina.

She stood there tense, back straight, trembling like a rookie soldier facing a four-star general.

‘Tsk tsk. A mayor without a shred of spine.’

Sure, that just showed how overwhelming my background was—but still, it was a bad look for someone representing an entire city like Incheon.

“Congratulations on becoming mayor. I’m Go Muyeol.”

“G-Gasp, th-thank you... I mean, um, it’s an honor to meet you. I’m Jung Mina!”

I reached out to shake hands, and she bowed low, clasping my hand with both of hers.

“Sorry to drop by without warning. I’ve been swamped and didn’t have time to reach out properly.”

“N-No! You’re welcome anytime, anytime...!!”

“That’s good to hear.”

I smiled warmly and gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. She glanced at it nervously before quickly looking away.

“...Please, let me show you inside.”

“By all means.”

With Jung Mina and the rest of the council guiding me, we stepped into the lavish city hall.

The place screamed authority—flashy and grand, both outside and in.

‘Doesn’t suit her.’

It really didn’t match someone like Jung Mina, who just stood there trembling like a leaf.

“Pl-Please ent—”

As soon as the office doors opened, I walked right past her and sat in the head chair.

That was technically her seat—but both of us knew who actually held the power here.

“A-ah...”

“Oops. Sorry, habit.”

“I-It’s okay....”

She sat down next to me, practically shrinking into her seat.

“Let me formally introduce myself again. Go Muyeol.”

“Ah... Yes... I-I’m Jung Mina.”

“No need to be so tense. We can help each other, Mayor. You help me, I help you. It’s all about win-win, right?”

“Y-Yes, I suppose.”

Her response was... flat.

It wasn’t just nervousness. There was something else—like she didn’t even want anything.

Which made me wonder why she ran for mayor in the first place.

“If we work well together, not only will you complete this term like a hero—next election, and the one after that, you’ll breeze through.”

“Huh? N-Next election??”

“Sure. If you play your part well, being a lifelong mayor wouldn’t be out of reach.”

“L-Lifelong...?”

“...”

Her face went pale.

She stopped trembling—now she was shaking.

‘What the hell?’

That reaction was seriously off.

She was someone who’d barely snagged the mayoral seat—why act like she didn’t want it?

‘Could it be she never wanted to be mayor in the first place?’

Her expression certainly said as much.

‘What if she was forced into it—through blackmail or something she couldn’t avoid...?’

If so, then talk of a lifelong mayoral position would be a nightmare, not a dream.

Something she’s utterly terrified of.

‘Well... not my problem.’

I was too tired to overthink it.

Better to move straight to business.

“There’s something you need to do first, Mayor.”

“Y-Yes...?”

“Stand before the citizens and declare a war on crime.”

“Huh??”

“Purge the rotten criminal syndicates plaguing Incheon. Sweep them out. Reforge Incheon into something great—become a hero mayor.”

“...!”

“The Special Investigation Act will pass soon. Then we’ll have a Permanent Special Prosecutor’s Office. Just follow the steps. Once your approval ratings rise enough...”

I glanced around the spacious office.

A massive room lit with holographic data streams related to city governance.

I ran my hand lightly over the armrest.

“Move city hall to the Namdong Industrial Complex. I’ll cover the construction costs.”

“!!”

To be precise—Minji would.