I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 376

The executive meeting, flooded with financial jargon far beyond my limited studies, was honestly the pinnacle of boredom.

I mean, even if I wanted to follow along, I had to actually understand the words first.

But asking someone next to me? Yeah, that’d be a little much.

So instead, I just sat there in calculated silence, not saying a word like I was cultivating some mystique.

It was Korean, at least... and I caught a little bit here and there.

‘Wow. The intent really is twisted.’

I’d heard a bit from Go Hayoung, but if Koryo Credit’s Incheon Branch successfully implements everything they’re planning, Incheon will become a semi-dictatorship—like a modern caste system reborn.

On one side, I’d be gripping the power structure through the Special Prosecutor Office and the Dickhouse Association.

On the other, Koryo Credit would assign “value” to people through credit ratings—meaning most ordinary folks would end up economically and functionally enslaved to the Group.

Sure, there’d always been shades of that, but starting with Incheon, it would finally rise above the surface.

“...That’s about it for the corporations. Next, government institutions... Since our ultimate goal is to assign credit ratings to everything in Incheon, political groups like parties—if they have any sort of institutional presence—must be included as well.”

As soon as someone mentioned government institutions, all eyes subtly turned toward me.

Everyone here already knew I’d been orchestrating every kind of scheme imaginable to privatize Incheon.

‘It’d be awkward to leave without saying anything, wouldn’t it?’

I placed a hand near the mic, signaling I had something to say.

Kang Hanbyeol promptly gave me the floor.

I pressed the mic button and opened my mouth.

“Listening to all this, I think it’s finally time I weighed in. But before that—what we’re doing here is pretty extensive, isn’t it? Just evaluating things through a financial lens doesn’t quite capture the full scope—neither in terms of role nor influence. Especially when it comes to political parties or nonprofit political groups. If we’re just talking about financial convenience, sure, we could assign them credit ratings. But the moment we try to extend the impact of those ratings beyond finance, we’re going to face serious backlash. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

What I’m saying is—we need something more.”

“Something... more?”

“Morality, for example. Isn’t basic trust built on that foundation? We shouldn’t restrict our evaluation metrics to finance. We should take into account someone’s entire lifestyle and conduct. Like, how they behaved in school, what they post on social media, what kind of thoughts they express publicly, and so on.”

We’re not talking about credit ratings anymore—we’re talking about actual rankings.

But we’re already heading that way, aren’t we?

“...Yes, well... of course, Director—no, I mean, as you say—expanding financial credit ratings into non-financial applications would be difficult.

But... including other criteria... we’re still unprepared in many ways. And considering the political climate and the laws... ah.”

Kang Hanbyeol trailed off, her words halting like something had just clicked.

Political climate and laws, huh?

Heh.

“Director Kang. I’m Go Muyeol.”

“....”

Just that name—mine—was enough to resolve every problem she just listed.

“By next week, Assemblywoman Kim Eun-ji will formally launch the ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ Peace-Nuri Incheon Party. Various committees for the establishment of the Special Prosecutor Office will follow. I’m close with all of them.

Also, I head an association composed of lawmakers and specialists from a wide array of fields. Minji-ah, the chairwoman of BioTech—she’s my aunt.

We have over half the city and district councilors, all the district chiefs, and even Mayor Jung Min-ah. A great number of influential people are involved.

It’s effectively a think tank of experts across every sector.

If we work with them, integrating new standards won’t be hard at all.”

“Director, what’s the name of that association—?”

“Incheon Association for the Restoration of Public Order. Chairwoman is none other than Assemblywoman Kim Eun-ji, who just declared her new party.”

Also known by another name: the Dickhouse Association.

“Does this association have legal authority? I mean, does it have the right to officially access and utilize institutional and civilian information?”

“Ah, hadn’t thought about that. We’ll make it so.”

“....”

“Here’s how: the city government formally approves the expanded function of the new credit rating system. In return, we mandate that any evaluations include advisory input from an external organization—not Koryo Group. That adds a layer of legitimacy, doesn’t it?”

“...And that external organization would be the Incheon Association for the Restoration of Public Order?”

“Correct. Though ‘external’ is a bit of a stretch—it’s basically an extension of myself. And I’m part of this executive board and the board of directors.”

What I’m really saying is this:

I will determine Incheon’s credit grades.

In other words, its class structure.

‘This was probably Aunt’s plan from the start.’

Go Hayoung, who tried to appoint me as the Incheon Branch Director of Koryo Credit.

Even if the details differed, this was the gist of what she intended.

Letting me—the eldest heir of the Koryo family—establish class structures for citizens and institutions of Incheon, and eventually letting that model spread to the whole country, to Asia, and the world.

That’s probably the vision she had in mind.

‘Our family, placing everything beneath our feet. Officially.’

Kang Hanbyeol glanced around at the other executives after a moment of thought.

“What are the other board members’ thoughts?”

I took this opportunity to really scan the room.

I lingered longer on the women—committing faces to memory—and gave only passing glances to the men.

“...Ahem, I—I agree.”

“I think it’s a valid idea.”

“As expected of Director Go. Such a clever proposal. Must be youth, ha ha.”

“I agree.”

“A brilliant decision, in my opinion.”

Kang Hanbyeol gave them plenty of time, but no one voiced a single objection.

Which was to be expected.

I was sitting there with both eyes wide open—what, were they going to oppose and get hit with a “then die” right here and now?

“Seems there are no further objections. Then—”

“What about you, Director? What are your thoughts?”

“...Excuse me?”

I interrupted her just as she was about to move on.

When I looked at her in silence, she hesitated for a moment, then nervously swallowed and tucked her hair behind her already-exposed ear.

“I—I also... agree with you, Director.”

“Thank you.”

****

The first executive board meeting came to an end.

I’d been a little worried—but it ended without any issue.

“Good work today.”

“Yeah. Everything okay?”

“Yes. Would you like me to report now?”

“Later.”

After exchanging a few quick words with Seunghee, I shook hands and made brief small talk with the other executives pouring out of the meeting room.

A few minutes later, Kang Hanbyeol stepped out, arms loaded with documents.

When she saw me, she froze briefly—then bowed.

“Excellent work at the meeting.”

“Oh, hardly. More importantly—Director, do you have a moment?”

“A moment...?”

“Yeah, the meeting content was a bit tough. Think I’ll need a little help.”

“Ah... in that case—”

“Let’s take thirty minutes.”

I dropped the line and started walking.

Hanbyeol stood frozen for a second, then began following me.

“Let’s see... any empty rooms nearby? This is confidential, and we can’t risk someone seeing or overhearing.”

“Then shall we go to my office?”

“Sounds good.”

She led the way.

We took the elevator up to the branch director’s office.

I stationed Seunghee outside the door and stepped inside with Hanbyeol, just the two of us.

Even though the entire building was temporary, her office was way more spacious and extravagant than I expected.

‘They said it was originally supposed to be mine, right.’

Maybe I should’ve taken it.

I suddenly felt a bit of regret.

‘But after remembering the meeting content... yeah, executive director is more my speed.’

Branch director, huh?

Not like I didn’t have any lingering attachment, but considering I barely understood 80% of the meeting, I shook my head.

After spending a good while looking around, I finally turned to face Hanbyeol.

“Hm?”

“?”

She stood there with a posture even more deferential than when others were present.

That sleek bob, her pretty face framed by pearl earrings and a fine chain around her neck—elegant and composed.

And then that deep violet lipstick. Slightly offbeat, but somehow it made her look even more... delicious.

Her body didn’t even need to be described.

Even in non-tight clothing, her curves were obvious.

“Hanbyeol.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Why are you still dressed?”

“...?!”

“You were a secretary, weren’t you? Aren’t you supposed to have better intuition? Getting dull already?”

I grabbed her neatly styled hair and yanked.

“!”

Her stunning face came with it—

And I kissed her, hard.

Her pupils dilated, and she instinctively tried to pull back, but I held her close, grinding against her.

“Mmph!”

After that first kiss, I kissed her all over her face, leaving traces everywhere—gradually moving lower, while already working to strip her down.

“D-Director...!”

“Be still.”

“Ahn...?!”

She gave weak resistance as I pulled her down to the sofa.

“Puh—w-wait a... sec...!”

“Whoa. Look how easily they fill my hands.”

At some point, her suit jacket had slipped off and fallen to the floor.

Her blouse, stretched taut over her large breasts, was torn open, revealing mature, lacy lingerie underneath.