I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 362
– Yes, noona.
– I’ve been doing well.
– You’ve been well too, right?
Still, I couldn’t just not reply.
I responded with as much politeness as I could.
We might end up in a casual, bantering relationship later—like what I have with Go Minji—but early on, it’s important to keep things respectful.
– Muyeol.
– I told you before not to call me noona, remember? ^^
– Did you forget?
– Ah.
– Sorry.
Still picky as ever.
– I’ve just had so much going on lately.
– My head’s been a mess.
– Sorry.
– Nuna.
– Hehe.
– No need to be that formal.
– Anyway, I’m glad to hear you’ve been doing well.
– Did you read the book?
– Uh...
I opened up the book Kwon Dambi had put so much effort into.
It ran 931 pages, every one of them dense with text—and there was just no way I was going to get through it.
– I was actually just reading it!
– Oh really?
– Don’t overdo it.
– It’s just a recommendation, after all.
– The kind of knowledge you get from books isn’t real until you experience it firsthand.
– You need to see the real thing, up close.
– And since you’ve got me, Muyeol, you don’t need to force yourself through the book.
...Then why did you send it to me like a bomb delivery, Seonyul?
Do you know how much our Dambi suffered trying to summarize that damn thing?
– We’ve got plenty of time.
– We can just take our time appreciating the art together, and I’ll explain it as we go.
– I’m not quite professor level, but I do have a fair amount of knowledge.
– I’ve been creating consistently, too.
– So if there’s anything you don’t get,
– I’ll stick right by you and explain everything one by one.
– Until you fully understand, hehe.
...
Until I understand...??
She’s really offering to stick to my side and explain everything in excruciating detail?
“...”
Suddenly, the book Dambi gave me looked like a holy relic.
She might be a beautiful Go family woman, but I absolutely didn’t have the strength to deal with the ultimate explainer that was Go Seonyul.
– That’s a little...
I wanted to say it’d be too much trouble, but I stopped myself.
She’d just push it anyway, saying it’s fine.
I needed a different kind of excuse—something with flavor.
– Well, I may not know much about art...
– But you know how there’s a big difference between seeing something with context and without it?
– Yeah, that’s true.
– Once I know, I won’t ever be able to see it the same way again.
– So this time, I want to see it... without knowing anything.
...
Seonyul went quiet for a moment.
Please don’t tell me she’s cooking up another wall of text.
– Muyeol.
Thank god—it wasn’t that.
Guess she just didn’t have anything to say for a second.
– Do you really mean that?
– Of course.
– I want to remember the impressions and feelings I had when I didn’t know anything,
– and then study it after,
– so when I revisit it,
– I can compare the two and have a richer experience.
– Hmmm.
I was pulling words out of my ass, but oddly enough, it wasn’t all nonsense.
There actually is a method like that—one she herself had originally suggested.
The problem?
It’s time-consuming as hell.
You have to look once, study, look again, study again... It’s not something just anyone can do.
Only those truly passionate about the subject could bother with it.
– Really?
– If you say so, Muyeol...
– Then let’s do it that way^^
– Yes, ma’am.
After that, we talked about our specific schedule.
How many days we’d spend at the museum, what we’d do once we reached Jeju, and so on.
The museum + Jeju tour started on Sunday the 24th and went until the following Sunday, the 31st—an entire ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ week.
But we planned to spend half of that in the museum, so the Jeju leg would be pretty rushed.
“Wait a second. If I don’t fuck Go Seonyul during that time, that’s practically a week of celibacy???”
A sudden, horrifying realization struck me.
I’d never had a week-long plan like this, not even with Go Min-young—and yet, there wasn’t a single guaranteed sex event on the schedule.
Sure, Seonyul and I were just starting to get close, so it made sense that nothing was certain yet.
But unlike Minji, would she just throw her assistants at me freely?
Kinda hard to imagine.
Sure, I’d be bringing my own secretaries, but...
Would I really be able to do whatever I want?
I wasn’t sure.
“Guess I’ll need to flirt like hell.”
Nothing changes.
From the start, the plan has always been to build as strong a relationship as possible with Go Seonyul.
If I end up horny but can’t touch Seonyul yet...
I’ll just slowly bleed it out through Soo-ah, Baek Seol, or Seung-hee.
Maybe it’s time I sampled both the current and future chief secretaries.
– See you on Sunday, Muyeol.
– Yes, I’ll see you in Jeju.
With that, I wrapped things up with some light greetings and set my phone down.
I stared blankly at the heavy hardcover book in front of me.
“Hmm...”
The masterpiece our security team leader, Kwon Dambi, poured her blood (?) and sweat into.
A compressed epic worthy of an entire personal library—packed into 931 pages in just one week.
I did feel a little bad for Dambi...
But still. This thing... was completely beyond me.
Thunk.
“Soo-ah, come here a sec.”
– Yes, Master.
Soo-ah responded and entered the room.
I handed her the book Dambi had written.
It was as heavy as it looked. My hand trembled a bit just from the weight.
“Take this and get it published. Set up a publishing house if you have to.”
“Pardon? Publish it?”
“Yeah. Dambi wrote it. She’s resting right now, so once she’s up, talk to her and just publish it. It’s actually good. A fresh take on the history and discourse of art and aesthetics.”
“...”
Soo-ah took the book in both hands and stared at it for a bit before asking:
“...Have you read it?”
Have I read it?
Are you mocking me right now, Soo-ah?
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...Yeah.”
“...I see.”
She didn’t say anything else. Just, “Understood. I’ll take care of it.”
But I knew.
This sly little minx didn’t believe me at all.
Smartass bitch...
“Drop that off and prep a car. I need to head to the prison site.”
“Yes, Master.”
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Since I’d be gone for a whole week starting Sunday, I had to move fast until then.
Inspecting the prison was one of the priorities.
The prison site was right next to the tent village housing the kidnapped female celebrities.
But since both they and the prisoners would be used as my sex slaves slash auxiliary troops anyway, it made sense to keep them close.
Worst case, I could just throw them into the prison.
“The main framework’s mostly done.”
“Now that the foundation’s in place, it’s just a matter of stacking everything. I’d need to check for an exact timeline, but at this rate, the main structure should be done by Q3.”
“That’s way faster than expected.”
“The city’s giving massive support, and the Group is providing technical help too.”
“Things are going smoothly.”
Contrary to the original estimates, the prison was going up much faster than expected.
Building 1 was practically finished already—once the facilities were in, they could start accepting inmates.
The rest should be ready by early next year.
“Block 1 was supposed to go operational in August, right?”
“Yes.”
“We could push it to July. The Special Prosecutor Office hasn’t been set up yet, so we’d need to coordinate that, but there’s no rule saying we can only hold inmates through them. Especially with a big cleanup campaign coming soon.”
“I’ll inform Mayor Jung Min-a.”
“Good.”
After the prison, I checked out a nearby developing town.
Technically a town, but really just a cluster of offices opened by companies participating in Muyeol Land.
The big names included Koryo Militaris, Biotech, and Koryo Medical, plus other firms the island needed.
Since the land was originally a blank slate, they were all still deep in construction.
“Once that’s built, set up some facilities so the girls in the tent village can come hang out now and then. If they’re locked up all the time, they’ll get stressed. Bad for skin and causes hair loss.”
“Understood.”
“Also, start drawing up body-mod plans. Nothing that ruins their faces or figures, but enough to make them usable in combat. Add implants. Talk to Biotech. Look into anything viable.”
“Yes.”
While I was at it, I stopped by the tent village.
It had the strictest, most suffocating rules in all of Muyeol Land, so the atmosphere was just as bleak and miserable as ever.
Well, they were all abducted anyway. What else could I expect?
“She’s cute.”
“Shall I bring her over?”
“Nah, not now. I’m busy.”
Nothing caught my eye too hard.
I just browsed the faces and bodies for a bit and left.
Next, I toured the super yacht’s port, the ship maintenance facilities under construction, and the expanding mecha hangars and repair stations.
Muyeol Land had grown enough now that just walking through it could eat up several days.
Problem was... I also had to hit Namdong Industrial Complex.
“Fuuuck.”
I didn’t finish with Muyeol Land until evening, and Namdong Complex was just starting.
Worse, there was even more work over there.
That area was where companies were setting up full-fledged branches, not just offices.
City Hall, district offices, public agencies, and even the Namdong District Police HQ were being built there.
My consolidated corporate HQ was also under construction in the same area.
The place was still in the middle of a cleanup operation, too.
The National Police Agency had stationed personnel and commanders there.
“Long time no see.”
“Ah... yes. I’m sorry, what was your name again...?” 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
“Special Operations Liaison Lee Joo-hee.”
“Ah, that’s right. Lee Joo-hee.”
Namdong District Police Chief Do Yoon-jung, the newly dispatched liaison from HQ, Lee Joo-hee, and myself, the landowner of Namdong Complex.
The three of us held regular meetings about the cleanup and redevelopment of the complex.
After the major elections in April, the former male liaison was rotated back to HQ, and a woman, Lee Joo-hee, was appointed in his place.
“Sorry it’s so late. My schedule’s been packed.”
“No worries. I’ve been staying here anyway.”
“Let’s get right to it. We’re all busy.”
“Yes.”
Every single day is just absolutely packed.
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TL Note:
The term “누님” (nunim) is a formal, honorific version of “누나” (noona), which is how a younger man addresses an older woman in Korean—often someone he’s close to, but not necessarily a blood relative. It conveys both age difference and respect.
In this scene, the male character is using “누님” to be polite, but the woman reminds him that she previously asked him not to call her that. This signals her desire to reduce the formality between them and possibly hints at a shift toward a more personal or intimate relationship.
In Korean culture, nuances in address terms like “누님” and “누나” reflect social hierarchy, emotional closeness, and interpersonal boundaries—so a change in how someone is addressed often reveals a deeper change in their relationship dynamic.
