I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 350

“Ah... this isn’t easy....”

How should I put it—

It’s like there’s a wall?

It’s clearly written in Korean, and it’s not like I can’t understand it, but I just couldn’t go any further, like something slammed shut in my brain.

“This shit is the basics...?”

I took a deep breath and opened the book again.

But this time, the moment I saw the word ‘art’ in the introduction, I instantly got fed up and couldn’t read any further.

“Uh... any of you guys know anything about art?”

I ended up closing the book and calling the secretaries.

They glanced at each other, mumbling something like, “Well, we all know the basics...” and then mentioned that Dambi, the head of the security team, knew quite a bit about art.

Oh... Dambi knows art?

Kwon Dambi is a textbook athletic woman with tanned skin and a short buzzcut.

She looked like she’d never even seen art, let alone understood it, but for the secretaries to recommend her, she must actually know her stuff.

Just goes to show—you can never judge people by appearances.

“Call the security chief in.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dambi came into my room not long after.

She folded her tall frame politely and bowed her head slightly in greeting.

“You called, Master.”

“I hear you know a thing or two about art?”

She was caught off guard by the sudden question, but nodded and said “Yes.”

“You see those books over there?”

She glanced back, then looked at me again.

“Yes.”

“As you know, there’s that Jeju trip with Seonyul-noona at the end of May, and it includes a museum tour. So I figured I’d brush up on some art basics—but I seriously can’t read this shit.”

“If you’re not interested, it makes sense that it’d be hard.”

“Exactly. So take those books and organize them into something readable. Make it easy to understand.”

“Huh?”

“Write a summary that even an illiterate dumbass like me could get at a glance. I’ll give you a week.”

“...”

Dambi jerked like a broken robot, turned back again, and swallowed hard as she looked at the stacks of books that could easily fill a corner of a library.

“A-a week...?”

“Yeah. And pay attention to the terminology. The reason books like these are so unreadable is because the words are too damn difficult. When you don’t know the words, it’s an immediate turnoff. So don’t just throw in crap like ‘Baroque’ or ‘Rococo’—explain them properly.”

“B-but if I can’t call Baroque ‘Baroque’, then what am I supposed to...”

“You can handle it, right?”

“...”

“You don’t have to summarize just those books. Just create something I won’t find boring and that teaches me the basics.”

She didn’t answer right away, obviously troubled, but eventually gave a reluctant nod.

“I-I’ll give it a shot. But I’ll need some help.”

“Fine. The banquet prep’s almost wrapped anyway. Pull whoever you need. There’s nothing more important than something involving the family.”

“R-right...”

She walked out with a dazed expression, then returned with a few secretaries to haul the books away.

“One less thing to worry about.”

Honestly, I’m not expecting much.

I know just how ridiculous that order was.

So even if she just covers the bare basics, I’ll be satisfied.

“Guess I should prep for the Grand Banquet now.”

There wasn’t much I had to prepare myself for this event, but when it came to high-profile guests, I had to personally take care of the final arrangements.

At the last Super Yacht banquet, Minji and Secretary Chief Kang Hyeyoung had been the top guests.

But this time, the top VIP attending was only Minji.

Go Minji had hinted she wanted to come, but I rejected her. Minji’s way too high-tier.

More than anything—ugh—that last time on the yacht, Minji messed everything up.

I already know how it’ll go. If Minji comes, I’ll spend the whole damn time fucking her and get nothing else done.

I lost at least a whole day because of her.

The schedule was only three days and two nights, and losing a day is a massive deal.

That’s why I’ve decided to deny participation to any of our family members this time.

— I will remember this.

That text right there was a clear sign of an impending shitstorm.

When I told her team she couldn’t attend—not even in disguise like last time—she dropped that cliché villain line and then vanished for days.

Ah.

Terrifying.

Seriously, don’t come.

I’ll fuck you properly later, so please. Just not now.

— Young Master

— As you requested,

— We’ve coordinated with the Daejin Group executives,

— And they’ve all confirmed attendance at the banquet.

— Is there anything else ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) you need?

Anyway, the top guest this time is Minji-ah.

She may be a second-branch weakling in my eyes, but standing on her own, she’s an elite-tier affiliate of the Koryo Group, carrying half of Grandfather’s blood.

She’s essentially on the same level as Go Min-young.

If Grandfather had been even a bit more generous with his bloodline, she would’ve been treated as his daughter, not just a side-branch.

— Anything else you need?

— Yes.

That lineage is clearly reflected in her influence.

Minji-ah is the Chairwoman of Biotech, the most powerful company under Militaris—

It’s a megacorp in its own right.

— Pussy

— ...

That might not sound like much at first glance, but Biotech basically monopolizes almost every biotech-related sector in the Asian market.

Its industrial scale is enough to swallow several Asian countries whole, and its influence is absolutely staggering.

— You remember what I said about not wearing underwear, right?

— Y-yeah...

— No bra, no panties... I’m planning to come like that...

From the perspective of a dirt-tier nobody like me, she’s on a level that’s just plain incomprehensible.

Koryo Entertainment is growing at light speed and aiming for hundreds of trillions in corporate value, but next to Biotech, it's not even a joke—it’s like a damn pond bug.

— Good, good

— Been a while

— Need to fill up Auntie’s pussy real good

— Did your tits get any bigger?

— Huh?

— N-no... my breasts are the same...

— They don’t grow anymore...

— Why not?

— ...

— Kidding.

— Your tits are perfect the way they are.

— Great to fondle, great to suck,

— And when I’m hard, just right to slide my dick in between.

— Y-yes...

Ah.

I can’t take it anymore.

Minji-ah, hurry up and come.

++++

“Hoo...”

After nearly an hour of Go Muyeol’s sexual harassment, Minji-ah set down her phone with a tired expression, pressing her thumb against her furrowed brow.

It didn’t happen that often, but every time it did, it was like being exploited at a sex slave level, and it wore her out each time.

Not that he was someone she could defy.

Go Muyeol might be a measly couple-hundred-trillion-tier loser, but that damn blood of his demanded absolute obedience.

No matter how fearsome she was as the Chairwoman of Biotech or how much she handled the group's filthiest and most brutal affairs, going up against a direct-line descendant—especially the firstborn son—meant eternal punishment worse than death.

Ah, God.

Why the hell did you send someone like Go Muyeol into this world as our Young Master...!!

Minji-ah, now looking absolutely drained, reached out and beckoned with a flick of her finger.

Someone quickly appeared by her side.

“Yes, Chairwoman.”

“Is it ready?”

“Yes. It’s being prepared without complications.”

The vague response annoyed her.

“I asked if it’s ready, not in progress.”

“A-ah... the final stage is still left.”

She let out a small sigh and waved her hand to dismiss them.

Then, brushing her perfectly styled bob back, she stood up.

“I need to relieve some stress.”

She headed toward the area where the male knight brought in as an experimental subject about a month ago was being held.

Around that time, she had obliterated a branch of the NIS’s Abyss Division and captured two Greater Demons.

The female demon was being processed as a gift for the sex-crazed Young Master.

And the male demon...

...

The blank-eyed creature before her—the male knight—was currently being processed for further experiments after having his genitals harvested.

Minji-ah lit a cigarette as she looked at the massive transparent tank holding the knight.

Her secretary quickly lit it for her and stepped back.

Hoo.

Red lipstick smudged on the white filter as cloudy smoke billowed up.

“Failed to impregnate him?”

“Yes. We attempted insemination thirteen times over the past month, but all failed. Ten attempts never fertilized at all, and three did, but tissue necrosis set in quickly after.”

Test Subject Jin Gu-ok had not only been implanted with the male demon’s penis but also a vagina and uterus.

After being extorted for a massive sum by Go Muyeol under the guise of “congratulatory wreaths,” Minji-ah gave the cruel order as a form of stress relief.

As a result, Jin Gu-ok was now enduring an unspeakable existence—impregnating and being impregnated by every imaginable lifeform.

“How about making him impregnate someone else?”

“That failed too. The transplanted testicles can’t override the knight’s own genetics and keep necrotizing, so he can’t even produce viable sperm.”

“Why are you so incompetent, Chief?”

“...I-I’m sorry.”

Minji-ah flicked her cigarette toward the glass tank.

“Get me results in two months. If you don’t, you’ll end up just like that thing.”

“!! Y-yes, ma’am! I understand completely...!”