I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 371
The Next Morning.
After their heated encounter had come to an end and her thoroughly overheated mind had cooled down, Go Seonyul began organizing herself—and then, unprompted, started talking.
“What happened between us... wasn’t just an act. Like you said—it was a piece of art.”
“...”
“When you were inside me, yeah, it felt good. But more than that, it was like... like I was being reconfigured from the inside out. Like I was witnessing the kind of shock that comes from confronting a truly magnificent work of art.
Most people talk about becoming one with another person through love, romance... and sex.
But what I experienced... it was more like, I finally met myself.
Through you, I rediscovered who I was.”
Yeah.
She probably saw just how filthy she could get for the first time.
So it made sense.
“It was the first time the familiar sense of ‘me’ felt so... unfamiliar. Like I wasn’t even myself for a while.”
They had met early in the morning the day before and almost immediately started fucking—
which meant they’d basically gone at it for an entire day straight.
Sure, they had passed out exhausted by the end,
but what was undeniable was the sheer intensity with which he’d pounded her.
And for someone who’d just had her first time that wildly, her reflection came off a bit too calm.
Then again, maybe his brain was getting used to it, or maybe it was just so on-brand for Go Seonyul that it didn’t even feel annoying.
If anything, it was kind of... fun?
Not the words themselves, but the fact that she was trying so hard to frame everything they did as some kind of high-brow narrative. It was cute.
“Even now, inside me... the impression of you still lingers... squirming... soaking... so intense...”
“I still feel like I’m balls-deep inside your pussy, too.”
“...Whether what I’m feeling is just residual emotion, or something more intense... I don’t know.
But at the very least, I can say this—
I was completely immersed in that moment.”
Yeah, she was really on fire.
By the middle of it, she was swearing and shaking all over.
Her legs spread, hips rolling, hands groping her own tits, moaning like an animal—
it was like the elegant, reserved Go Seonyul had disappeared into a whole different dimension.
“And you... you were the centerpiece of that immersion.”
“I was totally immersed in your pussy too, no breaks. Had to keep pounding.”
“...Are you going to keep doing that?”
She must’ve gotten pissed at how vulgar he was being.
Her face scrunched in irritation.
“What?”
“You... keep saying such crude things...”
“Crude? You’re the one who brought up yesterday’s sex. I’m just matching your energy.”
“...”
“Personally, I think it’s great. Talking openly about what our bodies and the experience felt like. Helps the experience grow, don’t you think?
And let’s not pretend you weren’t just as wild yesterday.”
Her face flushed instantly.
She must’ve remembered.
“I-I mean, sure, in the heat of the moment! But at least... maybe... talk a little more... decently... outside of that?”
“You want me to use more refined language during casual conversation?”
She nodded.
Adorable.
Still wet behind the ears.
Well,
if that’s her whole character...
As long as she doesn’t start texting me while sitting right in front of me again, I’ll let it slide.
But messing with her? That’s irresistible.
“P-People care about how they present themselves, you know—”
“Then why’d you secretly take pics of my cock?”
“Wh-what do you—my c-cock—”
Go Seonyul jerked upright in panic.
The blanket that had been loosely covering her full chest fell away, revealing her naked body.
Traces of yesterday’s wild fucking were still visible, which only made it harder not to pop one.
And yeah—morning wood still in full effect.
“It wasn’t like that!!”
She yanked the blanket back up to cover herself.
“I-I just took a shot of you in the bathroom! And—and it didn’t even show your front! Not the cock or anything!
It was from the back, and thanks to the steam, all you can see is your silhouette and maybe a bit of your ass!!”
“Is that what matters? You still secretly photographed me.”
“Ugh...”
“You snuck into the bathroom while your cousin was showering and took pics of his naked body. That’s a crime, you know.”
When he grabbed her pert little nose /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ and wiggled it, she let out a squeal.
Clearly, she did realize it was wrong.
Seriously—
what kind of cousin secretly records her own cousin’s naked body?
I mean, they fuck now, sure...
...
But still.
This family is seriously fucked.
I’ve already banged four cousins.
Two older cousins, two aunts...
Insane.
“You sure you’re in any position to go on about class and refinement~?”
“Ugh... th-that’s not what I—”
“Didn’t you say you only took the pics for your art? That was bullshit, wasn’t it?
You just wanted nude shots of me. Bet you jerk off to the dick pics.”
“It’s n-not a lie... I really did need it for the project...”
Her voice kept getting smaller and smaller.
Guess even she couldn’t believe what she was saying anymore.
Seeing her beautiful naked body slumped under a single blanket...
Yeah, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Noona.”
“Y-yeah?”
“You know you did something wrong, right?”
“...Yeah. I’m sorry.”
“Then spread your legs.”
“Huh?”
He pounced.
She let out a yelp as he pinned her down to the bed and yanked the blanket off.
He grabbed her exposed breasts and kissed her,
then lined up his already-hard cock and thrust it in.
She was already wet.
Fucking pervert.
“Uhhhngh...!!”
Now that’s a morning wood.
****
To “verify” whether her claim about the art project was real or not,
they went to her studio.
He’d seen it briefly the day before too—
the place was overflowing with her touches, her works, and her messy brilliance.
Paintings, sculptures, 3D holographic installations...
All kinds of experimental art.
“Th-this one...”
“...”
At the center of what looked to be the most important section stood a life-sized sculpture—
a man with angel wings.
The shape was rough, unfinished, and lacking fine detail,
but the basic form was clear enough.
Not that that was the shocking part.
What really got him was the face—
“...Wait. Is that me? Are you sculpting me?”
“It’s... it’s an angel...”
“Then why does it have my face?”
“...”
Go Seonyul averted her gaze.
He glanced lower—
Yeah. The cock was standing erect.
And while telling apart cocks in sculptures isn’t exactly an easy task,
when he compared it to the nude pics of his own dick she had stashed away...
It was a match. No doubt about it.
Holy shit.
A life-sized angel statue with my face and my dick.
This is... weird.
“It’s not finished yet... It’ll take... maybe two more months.”
“You can finish it in two months?”
“Not... sure.”
Face and dick aside,
the piece was seriously high quality.
Even unfinished, you could tell what it was.
Honestly, even if she put it out now, it wouldn’t look bad.
I mean, it’s not a painting. It’s a sculpture.
Painting’s hard, sure—but carving a human body out of stone or clay?
Way harder.
Reproducing my face with a chisel? That’s crazy.
But the body proportions... they’re kinda off.
And now... I want it.
I want this statue to be me.
I mean, it already has my face and my cock.
Why not just go all the way?
The thought of some other dude’s body getting my face and dick is seriously off-putting.
I’d rather she model the whole damn thing after me.
Angel Go Muyeol. That has a nice ring to it.
“Noona.”
“Yeah?”
“Other than the face and dick, nothing else looks like me.”
“No, I made the butt the same too.”
“...”
Right.
She did say she snapped my ass, too.
She says that so damn confidently, like it’s normal.
“So, you're not sculpting me. Got it.”
“No. It's an angel. An angel.”
“So my face, dick, and ass are on someone else’s body.
That’s kinda messed up.”
“Huh...? R-Really? You think so...? Can’t you just... let it go...?”
“Imagine someone sculpted a girl with someone else’s body—but slapped on your boobs, your pussy, and your face.
How would you feel?”
“Uhh... I don’t know...”
“Well, I don’t like it.”
“...Sorry.”
“Screw it. Just make the whole thing me. Angel Go Muyeol. Sounds perfect.”
“Huh??”
She had bowed her head to apologize,
but now she looked up with wide eyes.
He took off his clothes right in front of her.
“W-What are you doing...?”
Even the underwear.
He stood tall before her, completely naked—
with his cock hard again.
“Ah...”
Her eyes zeroed in on his absurdly erect dick.
She stared like she wanted to eat it, swallowing hard.
Guess it really did feel amazing when it was inside her.
“I’ll let you capture my whole body. Just sculpt it as is. No need to hold back—”
Click.
“...”
Click.
Click.
“...”
Jesus Christ, she’s fast.
