I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 356: 18+

No way in hell.

Where do you think you're running off to?

I brushed off greetings from people here and there as I made a straight line for Park Hye-jung.

She had been glancing around nervously, but the moment our eyes met, she gave up on escaping. Her lips twitched as she tried to pull together a passable expression.

“We meet again, Assemblywoman Heo Yewon.”

I held out my hand lightly in greeting. She gave an awkward little smile, took my hand, and gave a polite bow at the waist.

“Y-Yes... CEO... You remember my name...? There were so many people that day. I-I’m honored.”

“Oh, of course I do.”

I wrapped my arm around the waist of the dumbfounded little spy and pulled her in close.

“?!”

Park Hye-jung’s expression froze for a split second in my arms—then slowly relaxed.

Squeeze.

“How could I forget this?”

“Nngh—”

She subtly turned her head, just enough to hide her face, and quietly tried to push away the hand I had on her ass.

Naturally, I didn’t budge.

Whether she resisted or not, I only gripped her ass harder.

[Park Hye-jung (currently wearing an identity-masking device)]

<Virginity Status>

Mouth: Virgin

Vagina: Virgin

Anus: Virgin

A spy, trying to act all pure and innocent?

Let’s strip all of that away first.

Even though she tried to resist, I kept groping her ass. Eventually, Park Hye-jung let out a small sigh and relaxed her hand, as if giving up.

I took it as permission—and harassed her even more blatantly.

“You know, seeing you reminded me of something perfect. There’s this group forming—Incheon Public Safety Restoration Initiative. It’s being spearheaded by District Director Kim Eun-ji, and I thought you’d be just the right fit.”

“Incheon... Public Safety Restoration?”

“The name might sound a little odd at first, but mark my words, it’s going to rise as one of Incheon’s core power groups. A ton of assembly members have already agreed to join, and even Mayor Jung Min-ah said she’ll be getting involved.”

As I kept running my hands all over her body, I went on and on with my pitch.

I talked up the Incheon Public Safety Restoration Initiative like it was some massive, high-level operation backed by all the major figures in the region—

and toward the end, I casually slipped in Minji-a’s name like it was only natural.

“You remember the woman who gave that speech earlier? My aunt. Chairwoman Minji-a. She also agreed to support us as an advisor. She’ll probably be stopping by the association building from time to time.”

“...C-Chairwoman Minji-a... is involved too?”

“Yep. Gotta love good bloodlines, right?”

As expected.

She’d ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) been indifferent the whole time—but the moment Minji-a came up, she reacted.

Of course, she didn’t make the rookie mistake of suddenly drilling me with questions.

She just showed a little more interest compared to the other topics, enough to make me want to keep talking.

“And I’m also personally quite close with my aunt. We’re in contact pretty often.

Anyway, that’s the kind of organization we’re talking about—so I was hoping you’d get involved too, Ye-won.”

“I...”

“I looked through your entire background earlier, Assemblywoman. That’s why I’m saying this—I genuinely think you’re a perfect fit.”

...

It was a bit of an odd thing to say while still groping her ass, but surprisingly, I wasn’t lying.

The real Heo Yewon—now long dead—actually had quite an extensive resume.

“Y-Yes... Thank you for the offer, sir. I’ll... give it some thought.”

“Hm. Sure, think it over. Let me know once you’ve made your decision.”

“Okay.”

Park Hye-jung tried to use that as her cue to leave.

But I didn’t let her.

“By the way, I actually wanted to talk to you about the bill you’re working on.

Do you have a moment to step inside and discuss it?”

“A bill...?”

“Yeah, you know—”

—The Solitary Death Prevention Act for the MZ Generation.

“You’re drafting the MZ Solitary Death Prevention Act, right?

As it happens, my grandfather is part of the MZ generation too, so he really relates to that issue.

Spare me just a moment of your time.”

She looked at me like, What the hell does that bill have to do with you?

Which, to be fair, it absolutely doesn’t.

“I mean, uh.”

She clearly had no intention of following.

But I all but dragged her inside by force.

So what if she’s stronger than me? She can’t use that strength while she’s stuck pretending to be Heo Yewon.

Let’s see just how much our little spy can endure, shall we?

++++

In order to steer things according to plan, he first needed this bitch to let her guard down—so Go Muyeol had to play the part of the hopeless, irredeemable scumbag delinquent, just as everyone believed him to be.

Thrust!

“Aaaagh!!”

And so, the moment they stepped into a deserted space, he raped her.

He wrapped her in a back hug, shoved her against the wall, yanked up her short dress, pulled out his cock, and rammed it in.

He rammed it in without any warning, so never mind how dry she was—her skin scraped against his, and it hurt like hell.

“When I say let me in, you let me the fuck in! What the hell are you thinking?!”

“Mm-mmph!!”

With one hand, he clamped her mouth shut. With the other, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her harder into the wall, slamming into her again and again.

Each time my crotch smacked into those plump, bouncy ass cheeks with a paang- sound, Park Hye-jung screamed into my palm and writhed in my grip.

“When I say do it, you do it!”

“When I say spread, you spread!”

“When I say suck, you suck!”

“Got it?”

Paang—!

“...!!”

He rammed his words into her ear like commandments for a pussy, all while mercilessly ravaging her tender insides.

He pounded her so violently that even his cock began to ache—until, startled and overwhelmed, her pussy finally started to get wet.

From that point on, things went a little smoother—and a hell of a lot more enjoyable.

“Damn, our Ye-won’s got one tight little cunt. This is how a pussy’s supposed to feel!”

Playing the part of a thoroughbred scumbag delinquent, he raped her without a shred of mercy.

She was a spy bitch anyway, so he felt no pangs of guilt.

Hell, when it came to Ma Yeon-joo or Seo Eun-mi, he even had to shoot them up with drugs first—so this was practically generous by comparison.

“Ngghk...!!”

As I pounded into her, Park Hye-jung glared up at me with bloodshot eyes.

Even with just the side of her face showing, the way she looked up at me, sneering through it, was so fucking hot it made me even harder.

So I shoved in deeper, rougher, with my cock rock-solid.

“That face is fresh. I like it. Tastes good.”

“Eek!”

“I’m gonna cum inside that pussy, so remember this—your body belongs to me now.”

With my smile etched into her eyes, I kept thrusting until I came.

Right at the moment I was about to shoot my load, Park Hye-jung thrashed one last time.

But the strange thing was—this bitch was clearly stronger than me, and yet she didn’t push me off.

It wasn’t some cliché about rapists gaining seven times their usual strength or anything like that.

‘Is she resisting as Heo Ye-won?’

She was a spy, after all.

Maybe she’d already given up on the rape itself and was setting her sights on what came next.

Or maybe, even now, she was still hesitating.

Whatever the case, I had nothing to worry about—as far as I was concerned, I’d just enjoy myself.

And even in the worst-case scenario, if this bitch really tried to kill me, Baek Seol—waiting nearby—would jump in immediately.

So I came deep inside Park Hye-jung’s pussy without a second thought.

“Hheuh...”

“...”

Thick, concentrated cum filled Park Hye-jung’s insides.

The light faded from her eyes.

Whether it was real or just an act, I couldn’t tell—but either way, she didn’t resist anymore.

“Ah. That’s a fucking relief.”

Schlk,

Thrust—

“Ugh!”

“Gotten quiet now, huh? Finally thinking of listening to me?”

I mocked her as I slowly pushed my cock in and out again.

As my still-sensitive cock—fresh from cumming—got stimulated and hardened back to full, I suddenly pulled it all the way out and threw her to the floor.

“Kyah!”

I grabbed her legs as she toppled over and spread them wide open to either side.

Park Hye-jung gasped in shock, letting out a hik! as she covered her pussy with both hands.

I brushed them aside and shoved it back in.

“Aaaagh!!!”

“Let’s fuck face-to-face now, yeah?”

“S-Stop...!”

She twisted her face into a crying grimace and covered it with both arms.

Was it to hide her face underneath the synthetic mask?

But if that were the case, it hadn’t shown even when I saw her up close earlier. Not a trace.

Thrust!

“Oghk!”

“Why the hell are you hiding that fuckable face?”

I grabbed her arms and pulled them apart, exposing her bare face.

She shook her head wildly as if begging me not to look, but I waited for the right moment—then kissed her.

“!!!”

My aim was a little off, but I still sucked on her lips and forced my way in.

Ravaging both her upper and lower mouths at the same time.

“Mmgh! UGHHMPH!!!”

Even after kissing her... there’s no trace.

Is this the technology of 2077?

Fucking incredible.

“Pffhaah—!”

“Your pussy was a virgin, but what, is your mouth one too?”

“...!”

Park Hye-jung glared at me like she wanted to kill me... then slowly dropped her gaze, powerless.

Her bitten lips were trembling.

“Ye-won, try to see it in a good light. It just means I want you that badly. Me, Go Muyeol. Hm?”

As soon as she glared at me again, I leaned in and kissed her once more.

And this time, I ravaged her mouth until I came—rocking my hips the whole way through.

Even though she clearly had the strength, Park Hye-jung never once tried to leave.

‘Well, yeah. A female agent entering my private banquet? She probably figured rape was part of the deal.’

As a show of respect for that kind of resolve, I went all out and raped her properly for the first time in a while.

Even after finishing my second creampie, I stayed stuck to her like gum on the floor, grinding my hips against her. After the third and fourth loads, I flipped her over onto her stomach and took her from behind again.

Pouring all the pent-up lust I hadn’t managed to unleash on Minji-ah straight into Park Hye-jung, violating her relentlessly—before long, her pussy started to swell up, puffy and inflamed.

Thrust!

“Haah... agh, AAGH...!!”

“Look at those swollen pussy lips.”

Of course, there’s no such thing as mercy for a spy bitch.

Whether her cunt swelled up or not—who fucking cared?

.

.

.

Ssshhk.

I lit the cigarette Baek Seol had given me and looked down at Park Hye-jung, still collapsed on the floor.

She was completely wrecked—violated to the core, her eyes lifeless as she barely managed to breathe.

“I’ll let Kim Eun-ji know, so just... follow the orders from the Pussy Management Association—or whatever the hell they call themselves now, the Incheon Public Security something. Just listen to their instructions and get to work.”

With that, I snapped my fingers at the secretaries and pointed at Park Hye-jung.

They rushed over and lifted her up.

“Wash her.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ahh. My whole body’s sore.

Playing the scumbag takes effort.