I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 377

“Independent lawmaker Kim Eun-ji held a press conference this morning at the city council’s communication center and officially declared the founding of a new political party. In her announcement, Assemblywoman Kim stated, ‘I can no longer tolerate the political vacuum in the Incheon I love.’ She declared her intent to ‘establish a new political order and contribute to Incheon’s development.’”

Beep.

“Yes, folks. Those of you who've been paying close attention to politics might’ve heard this before. Kim Eun-ji, once a district mayor and now elected as a city council member, had been preparing to launch her own party. That’s now become a reality. At the press conference held this morning—”

Beep.

“—she officially declared the launch of her party. Reportedly, the name of the party is ‘Peace Nuri Incheon Party,’ and—”

“It’s all fucking new party talk.”

I turned off the TV and tossed the remote haphazardly onto the glass table. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Sprawled limply on the sofa, Kang Hanbyul was wheezing with half-lidded eyes.

Her hair was a complete mess, her face dotted with spit stains, her clothes undone, and her body shamefully exposed.

But most obscene of all—between her slightly spread legs, a cloudy-white fluid was trickling out. That alone was enough to make my cock twitch.

“Like I said during the meeting, Assemblywoman Kim Eun-ji is also going to serve as president of the Incheon Public Security Recovery Advocacy Association. Keep that in mind and establish close relations with her in advance.”

She still stared blankly at me with dazed eyes, answering sluggishly.

Looked like the shock of being suddenly ravaged had hit her hard.

She was a virgin, after all—and considering her background, that actually made sense.

To climb from secretary to branch manager of a major corporation like Koryo Credit, she must have graduated from Prestige. And at Prestige, every man is a eunuch and every woman a virgin. For life.

Well, they’ll make exceptions if it’s for serving a member of the owner family. But aside from Grandfather and me, there are no other men in the owner line, and truthfully, I’m the only one doing any actual fucking. All the rest are women, and none of them would even glance at another man.

So for the vast majority of Prestige graduates, it’s a lifetime of celibacy—eunuch or virgin till they die.

“Y-yes...”

She answered weakly, slowly ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) starting to regain her senses.

She sluggishly gathered herself, brushing back her tangled hair with trembling hands.

I checked the time.

It was the day after the Jeju tour, and I hadn’t packed the schedule too tightly, thinking we’d get some rest.

Still, there wasn’t much time left to laze around.

Shame.

“Branch Manager, I’ll get going now. Let me know if anything comes up. Whether you call me or I come myself, I’ll handle it.”

“Ah... yes...!”

When I said I was leaving, she snapped out of her daze and stood up quickly.

With swift movements, she neatened her hair and tried to straighten her thoroughly wrinkled and undone clothes.

Not that it did anything about the blouse, torn open at both sides.

She followed me all the way to the door.

In that modest, polite posture—she really did look like a secretary.

Just before I opened the door, I said one more thing.

“Oh, and if ‘Incheon Public Security Recovery Advocacy Association’ is too much of a mouthful, just call it the Dickhouse Association. Kim Eun-ji’ll understand. No need to see me out.”

“...”

She flinched at the vulgar name, her lips quivering as she bit them once or twice before bowing at a perfect 90-degree angle.

“Thank you... for your effort.”

++++

After beginning her official activities with the association, Park Hye-jung—under the alias Heo Yewon—had been experiencing one shock after another.

The situation in Incheon was far worse than anticipated.

The peak of that realization came today.

A list had come in—names of people already registered with the association or expected to join soon. With a bit of exaggeration, you could say it included all of Incheon. People from every sector and level of society.

The funniest part? They weren’t even bothering to hide it.

“...This is beyond anything I imagined.”

“Right? I’m seriously excited. Just think of all the stuff that’s gonna go down~.”

“...”

Park Hye-jung glared sideways at Heo Yewon’s fellow assemblywoman in disbelief.

Sure, politicians were corrupt—but to this extent?

Wasn't anyone going to feel alarmed by this?

‘There’s not a single one of them who actually gives a shit about the country.’

These so-called public servants weren’t working for the nation or the people—they were just scheming how to grab a few more crumbs for themselves.

With politicians behaving like this, it was no wonder the country was rotting. No surprise that the NIS, a mere intelligence agency, was being considered the last line of defense.

‘Still, I’m on a mission—I can’t just start mouthing off.’

She swallowed her fury as she glanced again at the list in her hands, while her colleague grinned like a fool beside her.

Politicians being trash wasn’t news. What mattered was the task at hand.

‘Legislative, executive, judiciary, enforcement, security... There’s no one not on here. Go Muyeol... He’s not just a sex-crazed junkie. HQ completely underestimated him.’

Her original mission was to infiltrate Go Muyeol’s grand banquet and monitor him and Minji-ah—especially Go Muyeol.

But that was supposed to be just a stepping stone. The real goal was to better observe Minji-ah, the president of BioTech. Since she was close to Go Muyeol, the hope was to use the banquet’s special circumstances to gather info on her. A flimsy ploy.

Even Park Hye-jung, who’d argued hard to extend the mission, had been thinking the same.

It was revolting, but for now, playing the role of Go Muyeol’s Dickhouse and acting as an executive in the association was the perfect opportunity to observe Minji-ah, who was serving as an advisor.

She hadn’t cared much about Go Muyeol—just another sex-crazed, drug-addicted punk, treated as a nuisance even by Koryo Group.

But what she’d actually seen?

Was the real-time takeover of Incheon, orchestrated step by step by Go Muyeol himself.

‘Just how deep has he eaten his way in?’

And this was only what she could see through the executive-level list she had as a candidate.

Obviously not everyone who cooperated or played lackey for him would’ve been officially registered. The real number was likely much higher.

‘Create an all-encompassing association to devour Incheon. Establish a new party to control most of the council. And judicial and enforcement? He runs them through the Special Prosecutor’s Office...’

This wasn’t a typical chaebol’s strategy.

Up to now, Koryo Group had ruled Korea from the shadows. But at least they didn’t touch the form of democracy.

At least outwardly, it was still a democratic state. There were still proper elections. Party politics still functioned. Judicial and executive branches still followed procedures.

Put more bluntly, while Koryo Group had crushed the law with its weight class and committed illegal acts in secret—

Go Muyeol simply said, “Illegal? Not anymore,” and rewrote the laws to suit himself.

He’d tear the very premise of democracy to shreds if it stood in his way.

It was like he was asking those who fought for national integrity, “So what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

‘If this continues, Incheon will become... a one-man dictatorship!’

And yet...

Even with Go Muyeol going completely unhinged like this, the Group wasn’t reining him in. On the contrary—they were being dragged along and starting to show their true colors.

The clearest case was the events during the Incheon martial law.

Then-mayor Choi Cheol-kyu had declared martial law—and died on the spot, his head blown open. At the same time, every member of the ruling party in Incheon, and even the national ruling party’s leader and top brass—also had their heads explode.

Normally, Koryo Group wouldn’t be this brazen.

Even if they had to kill, they’d at least make it look like something else.

Same with the mecha swarm that descended on Incheon.

The sight of knights and mechas blackening the skies like locusts—people still hadn’t forgotten.

The old Koryo Group wouldn’t have moved that openly.

They’d erase all traces, dominate from the shadows like demons.

‘They’re saying it outright now—“We’re more powerful than the state.”’

A bitter taste rose in her throat.

Her mouth went dry. Her throat burned.

Park Hye-jung set the list down and closed her eyes.

Despair. Rage. Disgust. Negative emotions drowned her like filth.

“Oh, right!”

Clueless, Heo Yewon’s fellow assemblywoman clapped her hands with a bright smile.

She brought her hands politely to her stomach and bowed toward Park Hye-jung like a guide welcoming a VIP.

“Looking forward to working with you, Executive~!”

“...”

“Hehehe. Kyaa—”

She giggled, hooking arms with her.

Park Hye-jung nearly decked her, but held back.

She forced the tension out of her clenched fists and gently pushed the other woman off.

“Hey... someone might hear. I’m not an executive yet.”

“Oh, right, right! But you basically are, no? You said the Young Master scouted you personally!”

“That’s true... Anyway, I need to start my training soon. Let’s talk later, yeah?”

“Ah, okay!”

The assemblywoman gave a cheerful bow and skipped off.

“Looking forward to it, Executive Heo Yewon~!”

“...Yeah.”

Park Hye-jung collapsed onto the sofa, watching her colleague’s retreating back.

‘Go Muyeol is devouring Incheon. He’s steering the Group into overt control.’

Her internal threat assessment of Go Muyeol rose again.

He wasn’t just some scumbag who raped women.

He was a dangerous scumbag.

One that could never be left alive.

‘Maybe... it’s time for the final decision...’