I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 373

We only had sex at the art museum.

Not that I hadn’t anticipated this might happen, but right before we met, the aura(?) Go Seonyul was giving off was no joke, so I’d been a little nervous.

I thought I’d at least have to sit through some long-winded explanation from her while touring the gallery or something.

But nope.

Go Seonyul gave in faster than expected (?), and just like every time I meet a Go woman, we followed the classic itinerary.

Which meant sticking together all day and fucking.

“Ah! Aahng! Aaang!”

All that art she loved so much couldn’t compare to the experiential piece we were creating—sex.

Go women and I already had crazy sexual chemistry, and on top of that, I had an enhanced sexual dominance trait, so really, what more needed to be said? Seonyul was probably so hooked on sex with me that she couldn’t even see the art around her.

She didn’t say a single word about going up to view the gallery.

So we spent the whole day in the bed attached to her studio—fucking, eating when the time came, washing up, and then fucking again.... A lifestyle like newlyweds, and before I knew it, the originally scheduled gallery tour had fully ended.

Now it was time to head outside and actually explore Jeju Island.

Just like the museum held various artworks, Jeju was home to all kinds of magnificent natural landscapes and attractions.

Apparently, Seonyul, who owned Jeju Island, had cleared out a few famous sites just for our date.

Like Seongsan Ilchulbong, for example.

Personally, I think it looks like a pudding, so I call it “the pudding.” And when we went there... same story.

“Ahhk!”

Sex.

The difference was, instead of a closed-off studio space, we were now doing it out in the open, surrounded by nature.

The way I’m describing it makes it sound like we were up to some depraved shit.

But no—we only did it where no one was around. Even I wouldn’t pull that kind of stunt if people were present.

It was only possible because we had the entire place to ourselves.

“Mmm... that’s so good...”

After a hot session, we stood facing the powerful winds blowing in from the ocean.

Spreading her arms wide like the heroine in Titanic, Seonyul embraced the wind.

Her long hair whipped behind her as if she were reveling in freedom across a vast field.

A different smile from the blissed-out expression she wore during sex.

The kind of smile that made me wonder—Does Go Seonyul, who’s usually stone-faced and glued to her phone, even have this kind of expression?

“I love this view. The beauty born from destruction.”

“Destruction...?”

“Seongsan Ilchulbong is a volcano. Its essence is destruction. But... it’s just as capable of creation. This breathtaking view is the result.”

“Ah.”

She drifted off into her own interpretation again, as usual. But now, I found it kind of cute.

Maybe that’s the power of sex.

Even the view in front of me looked a little more majestic.

I never cared about nature before.

Honestly, I prefer suffocating cities.

Places crammed with skyscrapers, every direction filled with disorienting lights built on cutting-edge tech—that’s my kind of environment.

Nature? It’s hot and humid, and it just reminds me of bugs crawling up your arms and legs in the summer. Gross.

But...

“Not bad.”

If it makes my woman happy, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to come out and clear my head every once in a while.

++++

A week flew by.

Unlike the art museum, where we were holed up doing nothing but fucking, we actually went around touring during our Jeju stay.

We visited tourist spots, took commemorative photos, ate food prepared by our assistants, and—when our eyes met—had sex.

Not only was it a blissful week of going all the way with Go Seonyul, but it also held another huge meaning for me.

“This vacation fuckin’ ruled.”

Over the past week, I didn’t lift a single finger.

It’s been nearly eight months since I started living as Go Muyeol, and this was the first time I’d ever completely shut down like this.

Looking back... I was always buried in shit. Don’t know how I managed.

Maybe I should cut back once I’m back? Feels way too good to be doing nothing.

“Fuuuh—”

“...You look really refreshed.”

That’s what Go Seonyul said as I stretched in the morning.

Still not used to showing her body, she pulled the fluffy blanket all the way up to her exposed chest, wearing a slightly sullen expression.

“I... wish we had more time together.”

Hmm.

Seems like she’s got the wrong idea.

“Noona. I wish we had more time too.”

“Really? Doesn’t look like it.”

“That’s just ’cause I actually got some rest. I’ve been living at full speed lately.”

“Pfft—like I haven’t?”

She pouted and sulked.

That cold, stoic, knit-sweater girl being this cute? Unreal.

Smooch.

“Mm.”

I kissed her cheek to lighten the mood, and her expression relaxed—only for her to quickly recompose herself.

Adorable.

“Seriously. I’ll miss you too.”

When I leaned in as if to kiss her, bringing our lips so close they were practically touching, she hesitated but eventually accepted.

When two adults with amazing sexual compatibility go at it, things heat up in an instant.

So before we each departed to our respective places, we had one last intense session.

Originally, we were supposed to wash up, eat breakfast, and wrap things up.

But we canceled all that and just focused on sex.

As we pressed our lower bodies together, time flew by again.

You might ask, “Can’t you just stay longer?”—and I could, but she can’t.

She’s a Go, too. Of course, she doesn’t just do art. That’s more of a hobby. Her real work is elsewhere.

So for now—

This is our last time.

“Uhhuuut...!!”

Final climax.

“Haahhh...”

Time to say goodbye.

++++

“We’ve made our memories, so that’s enough. Jeju’s yours now.”

“...What?”

We were saying goodbye next to our AVs on the landing pad when she suddenly said that.

“I was gonna give you Jeju instead of the art museum from the start. But... I figured I could have a more dominant encounter if I kept it for a while. That’s why I held on to it.”

“Dominant encounter, huh...? All we did was fuck.”

Her face turned bright red.

“Ugh... W-what are you saying? We did tour Jeju, didn’t we?!”

“Hmm, did we~? Why is sex the only thing I remember?”

“Ugh, seriously.”

“Still... Noona, you’re speaking just fine without your phone now.”

“...”

Go Seonyul held her phone in one hand.

But unlike our first meeting, she wasn’t communicating through her text-and-talk hybrid style—she was looking me in the eye and talking.

Even though her phone was right there!

“Geez. You act like I’m some kind of shut-in. I just typed it out because long explanations hurt my throat.”

“Ah, such noble reasoning.”

“Seriously.”

She let out a sigh, like a big sister dealing with her bratty little brother, and stepped in close.

“Okay, time for a real goodbye. Next time... I’ll come to Incheon. Be ready.”

“Incheon sounds good. Lots to see.”

“Really?”

“...Probably.”

I mean, I’ve only worked nonstop, so how would I know?

Still, there’s gotta be something. Even if it’s demon-infested Incheon, it’s got thirty million people. Something’s gotta be there.

I should look into it.

“Oh! There’s Victory Day before that. Let’s meet then, Muyeol.”

“Ah... Victory Day...”

August 23rd, Victory Day.

The biggest national holiday in South Korea, and the biggest festival for the Koryo Group.

You could skip Lunar New Year or Chuseok, but not Victory Day. This ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) dumbass Muyeol skipped it once to fool around with a hooker and ended up in Grandpa’s bad books.

It’s such a massive event that every single member of the Go family gathers.

“Oh fuck, wait a second—”

And among the Go women gathering...

I’ve slept with four of them.

Go Min-young, Go Minji, Go Hayoung, Go Seonyul.

It was already awkward during Lunar New Year, but at least I hadn’t slept with Go Hayoung yet back then. I actually did her for the first time during that holiday.

But this upcoming Victory Day...

Four of them...

“Guess it’s time I started planning some kind of three-way sit-down...”

It’s time to prep... a meeting between all the women I’ve slept with.

“Looking forward to it? Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know me, or I’ll kill you♥.”

“...”

Just because you’re smiling doesn’t mean that shit sounds nice, okay?

“I’ll send you the Jeju documents once I’m back. You won’t be disappointed.”

“Hm... Thanks, noona. I’m sorry I’ve got nothing to give you in return.”

“Whatever. You gave me your time, didn’t you? I’m your noona.”

“When can I expect the commission?”

“Huh? Commission?”

“The angel sculpture.”

“W-what... You... You were serious about that??”

“Of course. You always put your heart into your work, right? So do I.”

Blushing again, Seonyul let out a moan and began twirling the tips of her hair with her fingers.

“I-I don’t know... I’ll have to see... I haven’t even finished mine yet.”

“You mean the Go Muyeol Cock Statue?”

“The Angel Statue!!”

“It’s fine. Just finish it. I’m putting it in my room.”

“Ugh... You’re the worst.”

She flicked me on the head and turned away.

Didn’t hurt, but it’s a shame. Looked like she was coming in for a kiss.

“I’m really going now.”

No way I was letting her go like this.

I grabbed her before she could sigh and walk away, turned her around, and kissed her as she opened her mouth with an “Ah—”.

Held her tight by the waist—and she wrapped her arms around me in return.

++++

“Ahh, haven’t rested this well in ages.”

“You’ve worked hard, my lord. Lots of sex and came home with Jeju, too.”

“...The way you say that makes it sound like I sold my body for Jeju.”

I smacked Baekseol on the head for saying something so weird.

“Let’s go. To Incheon.”

“Yes, sir.”

The AV lifted off.

Out the window, I caught a glimpse of Go Seonyul’s AV disappearing into the sky.

And with it, the art museum and Jeju Island we shared.

Time to get back to work.