I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 355

“You and I are extremely close. So close that we can share secrets with each other without hesitation—make that absolutely obvious. The more convinced Huh Yewon is of that, the more tangled up she’ll get in me. Got it?”

“Y-yes...”

Having ended up fucking Minji-a for over two hours, unintentionally or not, I reiterated my instructions to her several times as we headed toward the outdoor banquet.

Thankfully, it was still morning.

Since the party had started early in the day, even after two hours of fucking and showering together, there was still time left before lunch.

Minji-a and I arrived at the banquet hall together, drawing all the attention.

Then we strolled around meeting various people.

While chatting, I discreetly scanned the area—but Huh Yewon was nowhere to be seen.

However—

– Currently monitoring the Lord from 54.3 meters away at an outer table.

According to reports from Baekseol, she kept her focus locked on me the whole time.

With me and Minji-a sticking so close together, her gaze was naturally drawn this way.

– 87.5 meters from the Lord...

– 45.22 meters from the Lord...

– With the Lord...

Roughly like that—Huh Yewon lingered just out of my line of sight the entire time.

No idea how there were even that many places to hide, but the updates kept coming in.

‘Should I call her over tonight?’

I did have something planned with Minji-a this evening, but that only applied to once we were back in my room.

The party was going to last the full three days, so there were still plenty of chances to meet people.

Plus—

The venue would change at night.

Right now, men and women were all freely mingling at the outdoor banquet, but starting in the evening, it’d be time for me and the women.

Male attendees would go to their events, and female attendees to theirs—each group having their own programs according to gender.

Naturally, I’d be joining the women’s side.

Well, ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) calling it a “program” was generous—it was just playtime.

‘Once I’ve had a taste of her, I’ll invite her to join the Dickhouse Association as an executive.’

That’d be the official excuse: “You’re delicious”.

Good enough reason to keep her close.

“R-r-representative! G-g-good morning...!”

“Yes, Mayor. How’s the food treating you?”

“I-it’s good...”

“You received the card, right?”

“Y-yes! I-I got it...!”

“Good. Use that for all your economic activities from now on.”

“Y-yes...thank you...”

Minji-a 2...

She wouldn’t like it if I called her that.

But Mayor Jung Min-a, now shrinking like a mouse in front of me, took the hand I offered with a timid grasp.

There was no trace of that charismatic figure who had once declared a war on crime through public broadcasts.

Even Minji-a looked slightly surprised by the contrast.

“And—do you know this lady? This is Chairwoman Minji-a of BioTech. She’s my aunt. Also the Chairwoman of Daejin Group.”

“H-hello... I’m Jung Min-a, mayor of Incheon.”

“...I’m Minji-a.”

After they exchanged greetings, I casually wrapped my arm around Minji-a’s waist.

“Your war on crime speech? Very impressive.”

“Ah... y-yes...”

“With someone as decisive as you leading the charge and taking real action, I’m sure peace will return to Incheon in no time.”

“...Thank you for the kind words.”

“And with that said...”

I took a wine glass from a tray carried by a passing assistant and handed it to Jung Min-a.

She accepted it on reflex and stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do.

“Councilwoman Kim Eun-ji is preparing to launch the Incheon Citizens for Public Safety Restoration Committee. Mayor, why not join us?”

“Pardon? Incheon Citizens...”

“Incheon Citizens for Public Safety Restoration Committee.”

I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Internally, we call it the Dickhouse Association.”

“...!!”

As I stepped back, her face contorted in sheer horror.

Like it was the first time in her entire life she’d heard something so filthy.

“Soon, Councilwoman Kim Eun-ji will hold the official launch ceremony. I think it’ll be a meaningful initiative.

It aligns perfectly with your public policies, so it’s a natural fit.”

“Ah...uh...”

Jung Min-a looked at Minji-a like she was on the verge of tears.

A kind of “You knew about this too?” look, to which Minji-a quietly looked away.

“My aunt here also agreed to participate as an advisor.”

“W-what?”

Jung Min-a lifted a trembling finger.

“B-but... it was definitely c-called the D-Dick...”

“Incheon Citizens for Public Safety Restoration Committee.”

“Uh...”

Seems her brain was buffering at the idea that Minji-a was willingly involved with something called the Dickhouse Association.

Can’t blame her—it is hard to imagine.

“What do you say? Seems like a great opportunity for Incheon, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t press the point too much—kept it vague on purpose.

She nodded reluctantly, looking like she might cry.

I think I even saw a tear forming at the corner of her eye.

‘She’s turning me on, too.’

I suddenly wanted to pounce on her.

But I held back.

I’d already lost control this morning with Minji-a—doing it again here would make me look like a complete animal.

Even if I do have a sex addiction trait, I should at least act like I can control myself.

If you obsess too much over sex, you can’t function as a proper businessman.

Suppressing the urge with great self-control, I wrapped up the exchange and moved on.

My next target: Councilwoman Kim Eun-ji, future Chairwoman of the Dickhouse Association and head of the soon-to-be-launched New Party.

Of course, I had to exchange a few pleasantries along the way.

“Honorable Councilwoman, I was worried the food might not suit your taste.”

“Oh! Representative...!”

With the same usual script, I introduced Minji-a and opened with small talk before getting down to business.

“I’ve just now brought Mayor Jung Min-a into the fold.”

“Excuse me? Into the fold?”

“She says she’ll actively participate in the Incheon Citizens for Public Safety Restoration Committee you’re preparing.”

“Ah... the committee...”

At the mention of the Dickhouse Association, Kim Eun-ji froze mid-smile.

Her lips trembled slightly—clearly the name was just as hard for her to stomach.

‘It really is a great name.’

Not that I came up with it.

It was Lim Soo-ah.

She goaded me into calling it that, so in a way, it was her doing.

Tsk tsk tsk.

What a vulgar, tasteless naming sense.

“My aunt here has also agreed to act as an advisor.”

“Wha—REALLY???”

At that, Kim Eun-ji’s jaw dropped.

She quickly recovered, but Minji-a bit her lip and couldn’t even meet her gaze.

Her chin was trembling—she was clearly mortified.

‘That’s probably enough.’

Can’t tease Minji-a too hard. There’s a limit.

Even if everyone involved with the Dickhouse Association will find out eventually, walking her around in person and making her face the shame directly hits different.

“How’s the party formation coming along?”

“Oh. Y-yes... Well, considering the current political vacuum, we’re receiving lots of support from the city and even the national assembly. Even the mainland...”

“Starting a political party as a district mayor must be quite a challenge.

Your brave initiative deserves recognition.”

“...Thank you, Representative.”

“I’ll add my own humble support to gathering allies in the council.

This banquet is for that purpose, after all.”

“Yes, I look forward to it.”

“Likewise.”

With a smile, I lightly touched her waist.

She’d already clung to me more than a few times, so she didn’t even flinch.

We continued making the rounds like that, even after lunch.

Stuck close to Minji-a the whole time, meeting people, sometimes sitting down together to share a “warm” conversation.

“What do you call it when a man forces his cock into a woman’s mouth and rapes her?”

“I-it’s...Imarachi...”

“Oh. Correct!”

“....”

And when a bit of time opened up...

We’d slip into an empty room in the building and spend a hot, short burst of twenty minutes or so.

That’s how the day went until a little after 2 p.m.

‘Time to start pulling away from Minji-a.’

I’d done enough to demonstrate that we were extremely close and intimate.

And Park Hye-jung had been circling around us the entire time, constantly watching.

I’d lost count of how many updates I’d received from Baekseol saying she was monitoring us.

Now it was time to break off and see how Park Hye-jung would react—and maybe approach her myself.

“Auntie, let’s move separately now. I’m sure you’ve got things to take care of too.”

“...Yes, Young Master. Then tonight—”

“Of course we’ll meet again tonight.”

“...Yes.”

Looking thoroughly drained, Minji-a gave a polite bow and went into the building to rest.

“She’s under guard, right?”

– Yes, Master. Currently, Lady Dorothy and the entire Pacific Knight 1st Squadron are protecting Lady Minji-a.

“Good.”

Now then.

I’d keep circulating through the outdoor banquet, while Minji-a—Park Hye-jung’s presumed target—had moved indoors.

So... what now, Park Hye-jung?

– Master. She’s still watching you.

“Hm... Guess our performance worked? No sign of confusion or hesitation?”

– No such behavior detected.

“Really?”

According to the report, Park Hye-jung’s focus hadn’t changed.

She was still shifting spots, but her gaze was always on me.

I’d expected at least a bit of attention on Minji-a, but she didn’t waver at all. That was a little surprising.

“Where is that bitch now?”

– I’ll guide you.

Baekseol gave me her position through the in-ear communicator.

“Ah. There she is.”

She wasn’t far—just a little angle adjustment, and I spotted the form of Park Hye-jung disguised as Huh Yewon.

When she saw me walking toward her, she flinched, startled, and nervously darted her eyes around, as if looking for somewhere to run.