I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 340

““Congratulations!!””

While the chandeliers elegantly hanging from the ceiling scattered shimmering halos of light, people dressed in all sorts of extravagant outfits erupted into cheers and applause in unison.

Every last one of them was a stunning, slender beauty—but in truth, they were either my secretaries or cockslaves.

I had thrown a modest(?) party to celebrate the long-standing dream of mine—the passage of the Permanent Special Prosecutor Act.

“Congratulations, Master. Now that the Permanent Special Prosecutor Act has passed, wouldn’t that mean Incheon is essentially in your hands?”

Lee Na-eun had also shown up, bringing along a few of her subordinate prosecutors.

Her outfit was practically a party dress masquerading as lingerie.

She walked toward me with that signature smile of hers—sly, almost unhinged—and just for the hell of it, I grabbed her ass. She didn’t even moan, only curled her lips into a grin and lowered her head slightly.

“Isn’t it you who’s really climbed up the ladder, Prosecutor Lee Na-eun? Pretty soon, you’ll be the face of the entire Special Prosecutor Bureau, wielding absolute power. Firing off your Terminators like nothing.”

“Ahh... All of it is thanks to your grace, Master.”

“At least you know it.”

Still groping that perfectly squeezable ass, I kissed her.

She clung to me tightly, entertaining me with her tongue.

She used to be a virgin—but now, she’s gotten pretty damn good at serving. Just goes to show, the right teaching material makes all the difference when it comes to learning.

Do Yoon-jung... She’s not just good at sex, she’s gifted at teaching too.

Right now, the sex education of my cockslaves is being handled by Jung Ga-in, Do Yoon-jung, and Yang Soyu.

They’re all proud sluts and skilled in their own right, but Do Yoon-jung stands out as exceptional.

How a current provincial police chief ended up being that good, I’ll never know.

And on top of that, her daughter’s my personal experiment subject.

That would be Do Yoon-ah, who just wrapped up her training course at the police academy a few days ago and has been dispatched to Muyeol Land.

It was an appointment heavily influenced by her mother, Do Yoon-jung. Officially, it’s under the guise of “training”—but really, she just offered her own daughter up to me as a sex slave.

Thanks to that, I now have the perfect test dummy to experiment with my sexual domination trait anytime I want.

“Hah...”

After making out for quite a while, I finally pulled away.

Lee Na-eun's face was slightly flushed, and she parted her lips with a soft smack, sticking out her tongue.

She was already so turned on, we almost went another round right there—but I held back for now.

“Everyone has their use.”

“Y-yes...?”

“So do it right.”

I patted Na-eun on the shoulder and greeted the other prosecutors as well.

All of them had been fucked by me at least once, so none of them looked away or acted distant while watching me and Na-eun get hot and heavy.

Except for one.

“It’s been a while, everyone. Oh Yoon-ju, you’re here too. You must be busy with your duties as Deputy Chief Prosecutor.”

“Yes... The Chief Prosecutor came as well.”

Deputy Chief Prosecutor Oh Yoon-ju—one of the very few women I had to take by force during the celebration party when Na-eun was appointed as Chief Prosecutor of Namdong District.

Maybe because of that, she still seemed to carry a bit of a grudge. The way she subtly averted her gaze while rubbing her left forearm with her right hand was oddly arousing.

If someone hates me, it’s only natural to make them hate me even more!

I subtly ran my hand down her back and grabbed her ass.

A tightly pressed look of disgust flickered across her face, but she quickly lowered her head, hiding it from view.

“Hmph.”

“Still nice and plump. Let’s meet again later, if there’s a chance.”

“Y-yes...”

“Na-eun, take good care of the prosecutors.”

“Of course, Master. Don’t worry.”

After giving Lee Na-eun’s shoulder one final pat, I moved on toward the other cockslaves.

It might’ve seemed like a modest(?) banquet composed only of Muyeol Land residents(?) and a handful of cockslaves, but the actual scale was far from small.

Just my secretary office alone had over a hundred initial members, and I’d been steadily adding more ever since. On top of that were the girls connected to the company, the various teams under Snow White, and my knights. When you added them all up, it was a force that couldn’t be ignored.

The fact that every single one of them was a beauty filled me with a renewed sense of pride.

Now this—this was what life was all about.

“Is the concert prep going smoothly?”

“Yes. No issues so far.”

Kang Emilia, still sporting that trademark bratty attitude of hers, and Na Tae-hee, who remained fearful of me—both stayed at my sides as I walked around, receiving brief reports here and there.

Thanks to NokoNoko Girls and LUMINA, who’ve been sweeping across all of Asia since last year, they’re basically the busiest among all my cockslaves. And that’s not even counting the thousand-plus actresses and idols.

It feels like I’ve got a stranglehold on about half of Incheon’s entire entertainment industry that makes it into the media, so unless it’s during an official report, I barely get to see them.

“If you’re short on anything or need support, just let me know. I’ll get it to you right away.”

“Yes.”

With that, I continued making my way around the banquet hall, patting my cockslaves here and there.

They’d started as only four or five girls, but now they were scattered all over the place like planted stakes. Seeing that really gave my lower half a sense of pride again.

Just walking around and seeing their faces filled me with a satisfaction I couldn’t even fully explain.

Now that I think about it, it’s no longer just a Cockslave Meeting—it’s a Cockslave Association. Might be time to plan a proper founding ceremony.

It was already in motion to some degree.

The name was shaping up to be something like the “Incheon Public Safety Restoration Advocacy Association,” and the inaugural chairperson had been designated—Kim Eun-ji, the current head of Namdong District.

Well, “designated” makes it sound diplomatic—it was practically a direct appointment. In the end, Kim Eun-ji would take charge of the Cockslave Association alongside the new party she was working so hard to establish.

If I sweep up all the female lawmakers into the Cockslave Association, throw in Mayor Jung Min-a as well, then politics, media, judiciary, and administration across Incheon... every last bit of it will fall right under the Cockslave Association’s control...!

What started as a light initiative, guided by my cock-compass, is now yielding staggering influence.

If the Permanent Special Prosecutor Bureau is joined by the passage of the so-called "One-Out Law"—which completely bans all political activities by convicts—then the entirety of Incheon will effectively fall into my hands for good.

A city ruled by the Cockslave Association... My dick is swelling with pride...

“Master, the setup is complete.”

“Good work.”

Soo-ah came over to report, her bangs damp with sweat.

Our Soo-ah, worn down from relentless work with barely any rest, couldn’t even hide how exhausted she was in front of me. Must be really pushing her limits.

I casually pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her down before making my way through the crowd with her, heading toward the stage.

The moment people spotted me, applause broke out again, recreating the same noisy excitement as when the event first started.

At the right moment, I gestured for quiet and grabbed the mic.

“Aah, I think we all know what a joyful day this is. Mayor Jung Min-a has declared war on crime and pledged to reclaim Incheon’s public safety, and the long-debated Permanent Special Prosecutor Act has finally passed. To cut to the chase—I believe a day this good deserves heat to match. Don’t you all agree?”

Since most of the crowd were my loyal secretaries and cockslaves, the reaction was fiery.

“If someone asked me what the greatest virtue of a leader is, I’d say: ‘the ability to spread things around.’ Whether it’s incentives, bonuses—or cum.”

“...”

“To share the joy I’m feeling right now, I plan to spread something fitting for the occasion to everyone here.”

“...”

The reaction wasn’t exactly positive.

Outwardly there was still applause and cheering, sure—but when you’re up on stage, you can see everything. You can read what people are really thinking.

They were probably expecting me to do something weird again.

Maybe the mention of cum had them thinking I’d start spraying it or something?

I gave Soo-ah a subtle glance. She stepped forward with a document and began reading aloud in a clear voice.

A list of names.

“?!”

The people being called up looked nervous as they climbed onto the stage.

Of course, Lee Na-eun was excluded. That bitch looked more excited than anything, eyes glittering with curiosity over what bizarre or thrilling thing might happen next.

Sorry(?) to disappoint her, but this wasn’t going to be some crazy stunt.

I’m not insane like she is. I’m normal.

“...For their outstanding efforts, these individuals will receive Koryo Credit A-Class Certificates and ten billion Koryo Mileage Points usable anywhere across Asia.”

“?!”

As soon as Soo-ah finished speaking, applause exploded.

People weren’t sure what the Koryo Credit A-Class part meant—but the ten billion in Koryo Mileage Points was a jaw-dropper, even a three-year-old would recognize how huge that was.

Sure, it wasn’t cash—but close enough. You could even buy a house with it.

As the applause began to die down, I picked up the mic again.

“Ah, there’s one thing I forgot to mention. From now on, forget about any talk of economic crisis or recession. Erase that nonsense from your heads. That shit has nothing to do with you—never has, never will. If anyone here looks ragged or skips a single meal, you know who gets humiliated? Me. You’re smearing dirt on my face. You’re shitting on Go Muyeol’s pride. And you all know how strong my pride is, right? So right here, right now—I’m guaranteeing that you won’t ever have to worry about any of that crap again. And I know just saying it might not be convincing...”

As I stepped away from the mic again, another wave of applause and cheers erupted.

For the first time, it felt genuinely spontaneous.

“Ahem. Next on the list—”

Soo-ah resumed reading the names.

Representatives stepped up based on their tier, and depending on their rank, they received Koryo Mileage payouts ranging from three to seven billion won.

Of course, those were just the ones coming up as reps. Every attendee in the room would get their reward too—between three and seven billion, depending on tier.

“—And that concludes the ceremony.”

“Ah, wait. One more. This is the real finale.”

As Soo-ah tried to wrap things up, I pulled a folded piece of paper from my pocket and handed it to her.

She quickly stepped over and received it with both hands, then returned to her spot.

“Uh—finally, to the one who has led from the front on every task, day and night, weekday or weekend, without pause... Koryo Entertainment share of 0.1 per... cent...??”

Soo-ah froze mid-sentence, eyes wide with shock.

Everyone else had their jaws hanging open, too.

0.1% of Koryo Entertainment.

Koryo Entertainment was the holding company of my entire group (excluding Snow White), and on top of that, it also owned the shares of Militaris that I got from Go Min-young.

In other words, this reward wasn’t even in the same league as the earlier ten or seven billion—it was astronomical.

And the recipient—

“Ahem...! 0.1% share of Koryo Entertainment goes to... Chief Secretary Im Soo-ah... h-huh! M-Master...!!”

Im Soo-ah spun toward me, stunned.

She was so shocked she dropped the script I’d given her.

“Now, everyone—applause!”

I clapped for her.

The rest followed, unleashing a wave of applause.

All eyes were locked onto Im Soo-ah, each person wearing a different expression.

“M-Master...!!”

Im Soo-ah covered her mouth and burst into tears.

“I noticed your skin was getting a little rough, and your hair’s looking pretty damaged lately. You’ve got the money now—get some care. And don’t cry. Crying disqualifies you from being a proper Chief Secretary.”

“Kkh-hhep...!”

Soo-ah, unable to control her tears or snot, finally stumbled forward ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) and threw herself into my arms.