I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 364
“Uunngh...”
I opened my stiff eyes and absentmindedly reached out a hand.
My palm sank into something soft, and I instinctively started kneading it. Then I turned my body and pulled it fully into an embrace.
The warm body pressing into me was Do Yoon-jung’s—whom I had thoroughly fucked all night long. I buried my nose in her and inhaled her scent deeply. Only when she shifted did I groggily raise my upper body.
“...”
My head hurt.
Probably because I hadn’t slept much.
Last night’s three-way meeting had started way past dinnertime and dragged on until late, but even then we hadn’t reached any proper conclusion, so I ended up crashing here.
Naturally, Do Yoon-jung came in to service me—and I shoved my erect cock into her pussy right up until I passed out.
“...I think I slept maybe four hours?”
You know the feeling.
You wake up, but instead of feeling rested, the fatigue hits harder. Your eyes are sore, your vision blurry.
That’s exactly where I’m at.
Smack!
“Hngh...?!”
I gave Do Yoon-jung’s ass a good slap, then climbed off the bed.
Light stretching, a gulp of cold water—trying to wake myself up.
“It’s... 7 o’clock.”
The next meeting starts at 7:30.
We’ll be diving into a heated debate about the redevelopment and future operation of the Namdong Industrial Complex—how far the Police Bureau headquarters will intervene, how they’ll intervene, and to what scale the Namdong District Police Department will be relocated and restructured within the complex.
Do Yoon-jung, being my pussy-toy, naturally aligns with whatever I say. But Special Participant Lee Ju-hee, dispatched from HQ, was strangely at odds with me.
Not that she was openly confrontational or anything... but there was a clear vibe—like she wanted HQ to exert more influence over Namdong Complex.
She was probably given that directive from above.
If I think optimistically, it just means the Police Bureau is paying close attention to Namdong and my projects. Worst case scenario? They’re trying to rein me in—at least a little.
But... I don’t think it’s some insane power grab.
She probably just wants to actively get involved in my operations and make sure the institution benefits from it.
From what I’ve heard, Lee Ju-hee’s known as a rare “justice-type” even within the Police Bureau—but when I actually talked to her, she didn’t seem like a completely closed-minded hardass.
“Uuh... A-Are you awake?”
“Yeah.”
Do Yoon-jung, wiping the sleep from her eyes, tried to crawl out of bed.
She was probably headed to wash up—but I yanked her right back under the blanket.
“M-Master?”
“If you’re awake, you should be sucking my cock, no? Your Master’s got morning wood right now.”
“Ah... I-I’m sorry...”
A girl this well-trained screwing up like this?
She must be seriously out of it from sleep.
Slurp.
Do Yoon-jung slid under the covers, nestled between my legs, and started sucking my cock.
As expected of a sex specialist—the kind of dizzying sensation that pulls your soul right out. I was finally waking up properly.
“Fuaaah...”
Yeah, mornings should always start with a refreshing blowjob.
After cumming once from Do Yoon-jung’s dedicated oral worship, I grabbed her head and used it to jerk off into her mouth a second time. Then we hit the shower together and squeezed in a quick round of fucking.
By the time I’d washed up and gotten dressed, it was already 7:32—two minutes late for the meeting.
“...You’ve arrived.”
Fortunately, Lee Ju-hee didn’t react harshly.
“Apologies for being late. I was sorting some documents this morning.”
I sat down as calmly as possible, lying through my teeth.
But hey, this is what you call a good lie. A white lie, as they say.
What was I supposed to do—tell them I was late because I was busy screwing? That’s just showing off.
So yeah, instead of provoking pointless anger with too much honesty, sometimes you just drop a clean lie. It’s called being considerate.
“It's fine. Let’s begin right away.”
.
.
.
“Yes, let’s do that.”
In return for the Police Bureau HQ deploying forces during the recovery of Namdong Industrial Complex, and for the expenses and manpower required to clean things up and purge internal threats—we decided that land within the complex would be provided for free for Police Bureau facilities: regional HQ, local precincts, substations, and so on.
It’s not like we’re handing them a check or anything. We’re planning to allocate a portion of the taxes collected within Namdong Complex as ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) a “public safety tax” and funnel that to the Police Bureau.
In other words, it’s money they’d have to pay anyway—but now they’ll be able to siphon some of it off legally.
Of course, this has to be coordinated with the city/district offices and all the relevant financial departments in charge of taxes and budgets.
Then again... in today’s Incheon, I doubt there’s any institution that would dare oppose me. I could probably just implement this solo without issue.
For the record, my companies—like Koryo Enter—are exempt from the public safety tax.
Why? Because I’m not planning to pay taxes.
So all of this will be covered entirely by the businesses and residents moving into Namdong Complex.
That said, even though there’s no requirement, I plan to voluntarily establish a foundation to support the Police Bureau.
You might ask—why blow money on something like that?
But this is all part of turning the Police Bureau into my own private army.
The ability to legally flood a national public institution with my money—that’s an incredible opportunity.
Once they get used to relying on my cash, it won’t take long before they become a hollow, dependent shell that can’t function without me.
The more money I pour in, the faster that happens.
And I’m about to be swimming in cash from RK-99 sales.
Eventually, I won’t even need inside people like Do Yoon-jung. I’ll be able to command the Police Bureau purely through my money and influence.
“The officers for the Permanent Special Investigation Agency will be announced after further internal meetings at HQ.”
“Understood.”
Aside from funding, we also covered a bunch of smaller things.
One key point was the Police Bureau’s participation in the Permanent Special Investigation Agency.
Along with legal professionals like prosecutors, judges, and attorneys—police officers will now be able to participate in this newly established power structure.
We’ll have to hold further discussions to determine what roles they’ll take and what departments they’ll serve in, but either way, it’s mutually beneficial.
The Police Bureau benefits by not being excluded from the emerging power structure—and I benefit by further legitimizing and strengthening the Special Investigation Agency.
The moment the meeting ended, I immediately headed to the Namdong Prosecutor’s Office.
Honestly, I wanted to use Do Yoon-jung’s pussy one or two more times, but unfortunately, today’s schedule is packed.
I have to discuss the Special Investigation Agency with Chief Prosecutor Yang Soyu of Namdong, then attend a board meeting to finalize the site selection for the Koryo Credit Incheon branch. After that, it’s back to Muyeol Land for my regular weekday reports from the secretaries and managing my businesses full throttle.
Even at a glance, today is wall-to-wall.
All of this is because I need to take next week completely off.
‘Let’s think positive... I’m just working ahead so I can fully enjoy my vacation... Two more days and I’m free... I get to relax for a whole week.’
A weeklong art museum date and Jeju Island tour.
With none other than Go Seonyul!
I’ll throw off the mountain of tasks plaguing my brain, shake off all the pressure and stress—and purely enjoy myself!
Buzz.
“...?”
A message came in.
From Go Seonyul. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Guess she’s not exactly patient.
She contacted me the moment I thought of her.
— (Photo)
Not her usual barrage of paragraph-bricks. Just a photo.
Curious, I tapped it.
— Message deleted.
“...?”
It vanished the moment I opened it.
Seemed like an image filled with smoke or something...?
It disappeared too fast—I couldn’t make it out clearly.
“...The hell?”
— Noona
— What was that?
— What’d you delete...?
Her reply came instantly.
— Ah, yeah...
— I messed up the input.
— Sent the wrong one, haha.
— Aha.
— (Photo)
Go Seonyul sent another image.
A view of the art museum we plan to visit.
— I thought it’d be good to run a quick simulation before we meet.
— ...Sorry?
— A simulation?
What’s she talking about?
Simulation?
— Yup.
She began firing off messages and images.
After about a dozen or so texts, I finally understood her intention.
‘Wait... What the hell...’
She was simulating our date.
Most people would just think it through in their heads—‘What should I do then?’ ‘What’ll I say if he says that?’—but Go Seonyul was literally sending the whole script to me.
— Since Muyeol’s a blank slate when it comes to art,
— You’ll probably ask me a bunch of stuff, right?
— So I’m thinking...
— How much should I explain?
— They say people don’t like it when you go too deep and clingy.
— Maybe just 20 minutes of explanation? That should be okay, right?
— That much would build some decent knowledge,
— And maybe spark deeper interest in art, I think.
— What do you think?
— That sounds way too long.
— R-Really?
— Then maybe...
— 10 minutes?
— Make it 30 seconds max...
— Thirty seconds?!
— That’s...
— Gonna be tough.
— Summarizing something means
— You have to understand it thoroughly.
— Especially in a field like this, where learning never ends—
— To sum it up in 30 seconds,
— That’s a huge challenge for me...
And so, Go Seonyul kept rambling.
It felt like our chat had become her personal notepad.
All these things she should be mulling over in her own head—she kept dumping them on me.
“...This won’t be easy.”
Am I actually going to be able to enjoy this vacation...?
