I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 368

I felt like if I kept listening any longer, something bad might happen (?), so I brought her to a space where we could rest, using a plausible excuse.

Once I’d sent away the secretary and staff and was left alone with Go Seonyul, I found myself hesitating.

Should I just go in for a kiss right away, or should I try running my mouth a little more first?

‘No matter what, it’s still our first meeting—going straight for a kiss feels a little much, doesn’t it?’

Anyway, there’s nothing like artwork or whatever in this room.

Just a few mass-produced factory decorations or ornamental patterns hung up for the sake of people looking to rest.

In other words, there was no need to rush to shut her up!

“You might’ve overexerted yourself trying to appreciate everything...? Honestly, appreciating each piece of artwork—it's not as easy as it sounds. The more you see, the more you savor and savor again, the more you’re forced to summon every facet of your self just to stay immersed. When you do that too often, it eventually wears you out. Since it’s your first time, Muyeol, your stamina for appreciating art is naturally going to be low.”

Go Seonyul even assigned meaning to taking a break.

She clearly seems like the type who enjoys deeply observing and analyzing things from all angles.

“You really enjoy it on a deep level, huh, noona.”

“Hm? Deeply...? Ah, I suppose so. I enjoy immersion. The degree and depth of how much I immerse myself changes how every sensation hits me. The simplest way a human can prove their own sense of self is through sensation—and truly great pieces let you experience that from multiple angles. They let you perceive the version of ‘me’ I know, the ‘me’ others see, the ‘me’ who views the work, and the work’s view of me—all at once. And then they guide me into a world where all those selves exist together. That’s why I can’t help but love immersion. I can’t help but fall into it. I guess this could be called an addiction too, if you think about it?”

“Seems like you prefer works you can experience rather than ones you just look at normally.”

“Yeah. I guess that’s because the piece that hit me the hardest was by Marta Minujín. The experience I had with that one was, how do I even put it... It was so intense I couldn’t express it in words. Maybe that’s why I tend to prefer things I can experience firsthand.”

“Then, noona—coincidentally, I happen to know a very good experiential piece. Want me to show it to you?”

“Huh? You, Muyeol?”

She widened her eyes, clearly surprised.

“Yes. There’s a piece you can enjoy right here, right now.”

“A-a piece like that...? I don’t remember anything like that when I owned this place... Ah, right. It’s been a while since you became the owner. I guess you didn’t completely neglect it in that time, huh.”

Go Seonyul misunderstood on her own, letting her imagination run wild as anticipation built in her eyes.

“But Muyeol, you’re tired right now... Let’s take a short break and then go see it right after.”

“I’m fine, noona. I’ve rested enough.”

“Really? We only exchanged a few words, that’s all.”

“Yes.”

“Then...”

She gave me a small, cautious glance, then nodded her head.

She wanted to let me rest more out of consideration, but at the same time, her desire to experience this new piece was clearly overwhelming.

In that case—

I’ll let her enjoy it right away.

“Let’s go, Muyeol. If it ever gets too much, make sure to tell me, okay?”

She tossed the words over her shoulder and turned to leave the room—so I grabbed her by the waist.

“Kyaa?!”

Startled, she stumbled into my arms—and I spun her around and kissed her.

Her soft lips met mine as I pressed down on the back of her head, and Go Seonyul froze completely, her whole body going stiff.

I pulled her in closer.

Bit her lips over and over again, pressing our bodies tightly together. With my arms wrapped around her, I traced her lower back with my hand, lingering like that for a while.

‘She’s got a big chest.’ 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Her breasts, melting blissfully into my chest, were full—just as you’d expect from someone with the Go name.

Just as I was getting greedy to feel that sweet sensation even more, Go Seonyul pushed me away and backed off.

“M-M-Mu... M-Muyeol, y-you...!!”

Her face was a mess of shock.

That elegant, aloof expression—the one that always seemed untouchable, like it would never crack—had completely unraveled, and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“Title of the piece: Kiss. What do you think?”

“Th-this is just...!”

She stammered, stumbling for words—so I stepped toward her and pulled her back into my arms, kissing her again.

“Mmph!”

This time, deeper. I slipped my tongue in.

I gave Go Seonyul the kind of experience she liked so much.

“Mmhng.”

She still couldn’t react properly.

As I felt the ripe curves of a mature woman pressing against me, I was just starting to get hard—when she pushed me away again.

There wasn’t much force behind it.

“How was it? Think you can immerse yourself now?”

“Ugh... this... this is...”

“You still not sure, huh.”

Once more.

This time, I drove her back toward the wall. I pressed forward, and timed the kiss exactly as her back hit it.

“Mmmpf...!”

The third kiss already.

Go Seonyul finally started to show some kind of response.

Her hands fidgeted, feeling around in the air awkwardly, then clumsily came to rest around my waist.

“Uhhng...”

Then she let out a soft nasal moan, fully focused on the kiss.

She opened her lips and teeth by herself, giving my tongue room to slip in—and when I did, she clumsily moved to meet me.

As the kiss dragged on, longer than any before, I subtly pulled back—and placed my hand on her chest.

Through the thin fabric of her clothes, I could feel the somewhat stiff texture of her bra. I started to knead both together in my grip, and that’s when she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed my wrist.

But I ignored it and kept massaging her breast.

She let out another soft nasal moan, Hhhng, before finally turning her face away and shooting me a glare.

“This is what you were... You brought me here just to... ugh.”

“What are you talking about? Just to what?”

Yeah, I guess it was a little abrupt.

Still—what’s done is done. There’s no backing out now.

“I thought... I thought you wanted to go to the museum to actually look at artwork... together...”

She sounded genuinely betrayed.

She thought I had meant it—thought we were really going to appreciate art together. And now she felt disappointed, thinking all I was interested in was her body.

But... was that really all she felt? She’s a Go, after all.

Sure, Go Seonyul clearly meant what she said about art. No doubt she had genuine intentions.

But I was also sure she had a sly, hidden desire for me buried somewhere in that heart of hers.

“Noona, I know everything.”

“H-huh...? E-everything...? W-what do you mean...??”

See?

Just one line and her pupils start trembling. Her whole body reacts.

“You wanted this too, didn’t you?”

I closed the distance between us again.

Now fully pressed together, we rubbed up against one another, body against body, soaking each other in.

The heat of her skin set my arousal ablaze.

“You don’t have to hide it. I already know.”

I no longer have any doubts about the Go family.

No reason to.

And even if I did—

Less than 1%.

All the women of the Go family lust after me—and their desire is intense.

In all likelihood, the Go Muyeol from the worldline where I didn’t possess this body would’ve ended up drug-addled and aimless, eventually kidnapped by his own family and used as nothing more °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° than a breeding stud.

That’s how overwhelming the Go women’s sex drives are—and yet, for some reason, they’re all directed at me and only me.

In reality, Go Muyeol, the only direct-line male, is expected to shoulder the desires of every single direct-line Go woman—and produce the next generation. There’s no way Go Seonyul would be any different.

Even if she doesn’t show it, she must be harboring some kind of shadowy, ferocious lust toward me.

Just one proper trigger—one push—and she’d go full-blown slut like the other Go women. No question.

“A-a-and what do you mean you know...??”

“How could I not? There’s no way I wouldn’t know.”

You think I don’t know when I’ve already fucked this many?

Go Min-young, Go Minji, and Go Hayoung—three of them already.

Out of the six Go women, I’ve slept with half. That’s three out of six.

“Uuugh... M-Muyeol, you’re clearly... misunderstanding something...!”

Even now—even in a situation like this, where the atmosphere was charged beyond return—Go Seonyul kept trying to wriggle away, looking off to the side, avoiding my eyes.

But the strength behind it wasn’t anything serious. I could ignore it completely if I wanted to.

“T-the reason I... I filmed you in the bathroom back then—i-it wasn’t out of sexual desire! It... it was for... for my a-a-a-art practice...!!”

“...?”

Wait a second.

What did she just say?

“R-r-recently, I got into s-s-sculpture...! But I couldn’t find a model...! I-I just—there’s no way I could ever look at another man’s naked body...! So... that was all it was, I swear! I absolutely—absolutely had no other intention!!”

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.

Back when I was in Pyongyang—I was taking a shower, and I definitely heard the sound of a camera shutter.

I’d ended up accusing Go Minji over it and we had a whole fight about it.

And then after that—

‘That photo Seonyul accidentally sent me and immediately deleted...!’

Yeah.

It happened so fast I couldn’t get a good look, but it had this hazy, fogged-up feel to it.

That haze was probably...

‘Steam from the bathroom!’

That little sneak, Go Seonyul, had taken a secret photo of me naked and accidentally sent it to me—then freaked out and deleted it right away...!!

‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’

Unbelievable.

“Th-the reason I kept that dick pic Minji posted in the group chat...! I-it was just for artistic reference! It wasn’t—it wasn’t for any perverted reason...!”

“...”

Ha.

So she’s been holding on to the picture Go Minji sent of my dick in the group chat, huh?

And then she has the nerve to act like she’s not into sex?

That’s it.

I was already planning to punish her properly with a nice, hot, lower-body meeting—but this?

This insolent little act means she needs to be really taught a lesson.

“You seriously expect me to believe that?”

I shut her mouth again before she could say another word.