I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 361: 36. Welcome to the Museum
The hellish grand banquet was finally over.
The whole time, her nerves had been on edge.
Park Hye-jung had carried out several missions before, but this level of tension was rare even for her.
Infiltration itself had been laughably easy.
And tailing Go Muyeol and Jung Min-a afterward was even easier than she had imagined.
On top of that, she’d had a fruitful outcome—she’d even gotten to meet Minji-ah, the chairman of Biotech, one-on-one.
Nothing earth-shattering was exchanged, but she was directly offered an executive position in the Incheon Public Safety Restoration Association.
You could «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» say it was an incredible gain for her, and you wouldn’t be exaggerating.
But—
The problem was her target: Go Muyeol.
The perverted bastard wouldn’t stop touching her every chance he got. It wasn’t just unpleasant—it was revolting.
And when he raped her, a murderous urge shot to her head so suddenly she nearly ruined the entire mission.
Worst of all, he was a creampie freak, so her insides got flooded with that repulsively thick fluid.
Birth control wasn’t hard, but the feeling of being defiled in real time—it was unbearable.
It was an experience she never wanted to repeat.
Unfortunately, she was tormented by the threat of rape the entire banquet.
Whenever they crossed paths, he always groped her chest or ass.
And if he was horny, he’d just drag her somewhere nearby and violate her.
“A piece of trash like him is holding power... No wonder the country’s in the state it is.”
Separate from her hatred of Koryo Group itself, her loathing for Go Muyeol as an individual began to fester.
Honestly, the world would be better off without someone like that in it.
Park Hye-jung made her way to the predetermined rendezvous point.
An old house on the outskirts of Incheon, supposedly where Heo Yewon’s parents lived.
According to the original plan, the mission was to end after the three days of the banquet, and the agents disguised as Heo Yewon’s parents would handle cleanup with her.
“You want to keep going with the mission? Are you out of your mind?”
The story Park Hye-jung brought back was risky and completely outside the scope of their plans.
Turning a three-day rapid infiltration op into an indefinite, open-ended assignment?
How the hell were they supposed to manage risk?
“It’s just too good a chance to let go.”
“But still...”
Park Hye-jung pressed the issue, detailing what had occurred at the banquet.
Extending the mission meant the agents posing as Heo Yewon’s parents would have to keep playing their role—and be exposed to ongoing danger.
But she felt there was no other choice.
Just three days.
They had killed three innocent people just to launch this mission because it gave them a chance to monitor both Go Muyeol and Minji-ah simultaneously.
But joining the Incheon Public Safety Restoration Association as an executive?
That opportunity was on a completely different level from a measly three-day banquet.
Of course, it was dangerous.
But wasn’t danger part of being a field agent?
If they let even this chance slip by, then what opportunities was the Abyss even waiting for?
“The memories you have of Heo Yewon are fragmentary. Do you really think you can handle a long-term infiltration?”
“Fortunately, she kept a regular diary. I think I can cover enough ground. I’ve already accepted the offer. I’ll complete the procedure tomorrow and start working with the Association.”
“...”
“If no one else agrees, I’ll go alone.”
“That’s too risky.”
“Then help me.”
“...”
The agents disguised as Heo Yewon’s parents sighed.
“We’ll... report to the Director first.”
“Then I’ll head back in the meantime. I can’t stay away too long.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
Park Hye-jung and the agents stared at each other for a while.
There were clearly things they didn’t like about the situation—but one thing was clear: their eyes were filled with unshakable resolve.
++++
The grand banquet ended in success.
Unlike the last time on the super yacht, which had turned into a bloodbath thanks to some arrogant lawmakers, this one went smoothly and just as planned.
I made sure all of Incheon’s major players got a good look at my face and had important conversations with quite a few of them.
The private party on the second night—just for female guests—was something else entirely.
I showed up buck naked and let myself enjoy the venue freely, with women spread out across the space like a buffet.
Whenever I felt the urge, I reached for one, stripped her, and rammed my cock in.
No one dared resist.
Even if they looked afraid, disgusted, or repulsed, they quietly spread their legs and took me in.
Eventually, I was in such a daze I was fucking non-stop.
I don’t even know if you could call it an orgy, since I was the only man, but it was definitely something close.
The whole scene was vulgar beyond belief for a party supposedly full of elites.
The third and final day played out similarly.
Most of the people I needed to see had been handled on the first and second days.
So instead, I just kept enjoying the bodies of the female guests like the night before.
And then...
[Condition met: Title Stage 3 Unlocked.]
[‘Sexual Domination’ trait has been enhanced.]
[Enhancement Condition: Deflower 500 virgins.]
[Sexual Domination]
Ability to dominate the opposite sex through sex. Converts sexual partners to your influence. Amplifies the sexual satisfaction of the opposite sex (Medium). Can now toggle the effect.
“Hoooh...”
My carefully cultivated “Sexual Domination” trait had just gotten upgraded.
The price? Deflowering 500 virgins.
“Goddamn... I really fucked a lot.”
It wasn’t just sex with 500 people—it was 500 virgins.
That’s a flat-out ridiculous number.
Something absolutely unachievable under normal circumstances.
Luckily, this world feels like it was built by some virgin unicorn freak, so I managed it.
If it weren’t for that, even as a third-generation chaebol, this would’ve taken ages—if it were possible at all.
Still, for all that effort, the reward felt underwhelming.
The first time I reached 200, I unlocked the “Sexual Domination” trait itself.
Now I’ve added 300 more and all I get is an upgrade?
Hard not to be a little disappointed.
“Well... the description’s changed at least.”
Originally, the description said it “gradually converts sexual partners.”
Now the word gradually is gone.
Also, the “amplifies sexual satisfaction” part now says (Medium) and has a new line: “Can now toggle the effect.”
So the original line was:
“Gradually converts sexual partners. Amplifies sexual satisfaction.”
Now it’s faster, stronger, and I can switch it on and off.
“So basically: quicker effects, stronger influence, and I control the trigger.”
Thinking it over, it actually seems pretty useful.
Still wish the reward were flashier.
Next condition? 1000 virgins.
“One thousand virgins... fuck’s sake...”
Even I don’t know if I can manage that.
Definitely not this year.
That makes this reward sting even more.
“Well, it’s done. No point whining about it now.”
I decided to test the upgraded trait on Do Yoon-ah later and shook off the regret.
There’s no time for moping right now.
I’ve got a museum date and a Jeju tour lined up with Go Seonyul.
But before that, I’ve got a mountain of crap to handle.
All the snap decisions I made during the banquet are coming back to me now.
All those verbal promises? They need to be turned into actual directives.
Some things I need to sign off personally. Others require direct calls or face-to-face meetings.
My workload was already nuts—but now it’s fucking Everest.
“As ordered, I’ve written a book explaining the basics of art and aesthetics in the simplest way possible. I referenced the books you gave me but wrote it from the perspective of a total beginner. I tried to avoid using any complicated terms.”
“Ah... thanks. Good work.”
Right then, Kwon Dambi came in with an absolutely massive book.
She had dark circles under her eyes. Must’ve been brutal putting this together.
Despite claiming she’d kept it “easy,” the sheer heft of the book was overwhelming.
“...”
931 pages.
I flipped to the end and stared at the terrifying number.
She... finished this in a week?
Sure, she had help—but just how hard did she push them?
“You told me to avoid using difficult words, so I figured I had to redefine everything. That’s why it got so thick. But the difficulty level is still quite low. Anyone with a high school diploma should be able to understand it.”
“Got it. That makes sense. But, uh, Dambi?”
“Yes?”
“I dropped out in middle school.”
“...”
Dambi stiffened slightly. Then she managed to open her mouth.
“B-but you got your GED... and... you’re enrolled at Korea National University...”
“True. Anyway, great job. You look exhausted—go get some rest.”
“...Yes.”
She bowed and left the room, visibly deflated.
Probably thinking the past week of soul-crushing work might’ve been completely useless.
“Agh...”
Can’t let that happen.
Even if I’m swamped, I have to at least acknowledge the effort someone put in because of my orders.
“...”
...but still.
“This is not gonna be easy...”
A solid wall of tightly packed text stared back at me from the page.
“How the hell am I supposed to read this...”
Zzzzt.
A message.
Go Seonyul.
– Muyeol, how have you been? I’ve just... (truncated)
Her usual brick-length message.
Just seeing it drained the last of my energy—alongside the book Dambi left behind.
“Please, God...”
Everything’s closing in on me all at once...
