I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 388
Beads of sweat still clinging to my skin, I practically threw myself onto the sofa.
The cushions sank in with a soft puff, wrapping around my body with a comforting embrace—it felt damn good.
"Hey, you fucker. That thing’s expensive, and now it’s soaked."
Go Minji, who was pulling out some pills, scolded me when she saw it.
She’d just been lying beneath me with her legs spread wide, and now she had her sweat-drenched hair lazily tied back.
Her exposed nape looked unbelievably obscene. The way sweat pooled there and the light reflected off her skin—it made my dick go fucking crazy.
"What, how much can it even cost? Your beloved little brother’s exhausted and just wants to sit on the couch. Is that so hard to accept?"
"It is. It’s fucking hard to accept. Who told you to sit on it buck naked?"
"Your master. Me."
"Eat shit."
So stingy.
Out of pure spite, I spread my legs wide.
My dick, limp and worn out from overuse, drooped in her direction looking downright grotesque even to me.
It’s precious because it’s mine, sure, but if I’m being honest, it looks so hideous it could give a sea slug a run for its money.
Especially when it’s dead like this...
"Ugh, disgusting. That thing is seriously fucking nasty."
Apparently Go Minji, a woman herself, thought the same.
She dumped a few pills into her palm, face scrunching in disgust—but weirdly enough, that look of hers turned me on again, and my cock twitched a little.
For the record, what she was about to take was birth control.
Just one pill was enough to prevent pregnancy for about a week, supposedly.
Its safety and side-effect profile were overwhelmingly better than the old stuff, so nowadays most people just used this.
Naturally, it was developed by our own Koryo ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) Group—specifically, Minji-ah’s biotech division.
Wouldn’t be surprised if it went through some horrific human trials.
That whole department looks shady enough to make the abyss blush.
"Calling it disgusting is a bit much, considering how eagerly you devoured it."
"It’s fine when it’s hard. But when it’s all dead like that, I just wanna stomp on it with my heel till it bursts. Looks like it’d go pop."
"...Fuck. Now I’m picturing it."
"Kekeke."
Go Minji popped the pill, then pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in her mouth.
Of course, every building was non-smoking, but she was never the type to give a shit about that kind of thing.
Chhhk.
"Phew... post-sex smoke hits different~"
She sat lazily on the shelf, gazing at me for no reason in particular.
Between her slightly spread legs, I caught a glimpse of her twitching pussy and the cum trickling out.
"You bitched at me for sitting on the sofa naked, and now you’re lighting up a cigarette. The smoke’ll cling and ruin the resale value."
"Spoken like a true broke-ass, whining about secondhand value."
"I’m not broke anymore though?"
"Oh right, didn’t you say you got your share? So you’re a little better off now, huh."
She smiled so wide her eyes curved into half-moons, dragging deeply on the cigarette. Then she pulled out another one and walked over to me.
Midway there, she tossed it at me.
I caught it reflexively and put it between my lips.
"I don’t have a light."
I looked at Go Minji, and she walked up confidently and plopped down next to me, throwing an arm around my shoulders.
Her scent mixed with cigarette smoke hit me in a wave.
"Here’s your light."
She waved the cigarette in her mouth.
Sure enough, the tip was softly burning.
Could you really light something this way?
"Are you fucking kidding me..."
I gave it a try anyway.
Like a kiss, we brought the ends of our cigarettes together.
It took a few tries, but eventually, it lit.
"Oh."
I took a deep drag.
It was addicting as hell—and only once the smoke entered my lungs did my head start to clear a bit.
"Wait, you smoke too?"
"Why wouldn’t I? Aside from the stench being fucking disgusting... I mean, if your organs get fucked up, you can just swap ’em out."
"You’re really just out here with no plans, huh."
"Hearing that from a guy who used to do drugs—yeah, that’s fucking rich."
"...."
Ouch. Right in the gut.
"You don’t get to preach to me, you little shit~♥"
"Huh?" She jabbed my temple with a bratty grin, and the indignation was enough to get me half-hard again.
"If I ever get pregnant later, then you can start bitching at me~ Got it~?"
"With how you work, you even have time to get pregnant?"
Go Minji shrugged.
"Maybe in ten years? By then I might finally have some free time. Or not. Might be even busier."
Considering how much Go Minji hated working and loved to slack off, for her to be this swamped already meant if some massive global incident happened, her workload would skyrocket.
Even I, running the tiny-ass Koryo Entertainment compared to the behemoth Koryo Group, lived buried in work every single day.
Would she ever truly get a moment of peace?
“If we get more secretaries produced and can go fully auto, maybe then I’ll have time?”
“When the hell’s that supposed to be?”
“Who knows. Someday?”
“What the hell kind of answer is that.”
Honestly, I don’t really have any particular thoughts about knocking someone up.
It’s not like I like kids or anything, and right now I just want to keep living a life full of sex.
But thinking about how someone like Go Minji is so buried in work she doesn’t even have time to get pregnant... it makes me feel... something.
Maybe I really do have some primal instinct left in me as a man.
That instinct to just knock up all my women one after another.
Not that it’s gonna happen anytime soon.
Still, it’s not like I can go and knock up the secretaries before I knock up Go Min-young or Go Minji.
These are the same aunts who called up Grandpa and raised absolute hell just over one marriage proposal—what would they do if a secretary, someone they see as nothing but a disposable toy, got pregnant with my child first?
Hell, even if she wasn’t the first, the moment one of them hears someone else got pregnant before her, she’d go ballistic.
Damn... even figuring out the order between my aunts is gonna be a headache. What the hell am I supposed to do?
There’s only a month left until Victory Day....
Honestly, I’m scared.
No idea what the hell is gonna go down.
“Anyway, what brings you here today? Figured you’d leave me hanging again like last time.”
“When did I ever leave you hanging? You’re the one who should try contacting me once in a while.”
“And I’m always the one reaching out first, you bastard, ‘cause you always leave me hanging. I’m busy as fuck already—you should be the one calling your sister.”
“No, your daughter should be calling first.”
Flick.
“Ow.”
Go Minji flicked my forehead.
Didn’t hurt, but still—what the hell.
“...Classic Go Minji. The moment she loses the argument, her fists come out.”
“Yeah? Eat shit.”
Right into the middle finger.
And I was the idiot who thought she looked mature and pretty for a second.
This bratty-ass elementary school Minji....
“Anyway. We’re heading up together on Friday anyway, right?”
“So?”
“So I was thinking of staying with you until then.”
“Oh~ What’s gotten into you?”
“Gotta take care of my poor, lonely sister.”
“You just had to say it like a fucking asshole.”
Go Minji flicked my forehead again, then stubbed out her cigarette right on the couch cushion.
I gave her a look, wondering if the damn thing was gonna catch fire, but then she reached over, snatched my cigarette, snuffed it out, and kissed me without warning.
“Mmph.”
That acrid, slightly disgusting cigarette taste—
And yet, somehow, it felt both nasty and insanely hot.
“Pfft. Cigarettes are fucking gross.”
“Yeah, I fucking hate ‘em too♥.”
“Then why?”
“’Cause your mouth tastes good?”
“Wow, how unusually honest of you.”
Go Minji leaned into me, tangling her tongue with mine, then reached down to check the state of my erection and climbed on top of me.
Schlup.
My now-hard cock was swallowed up by her tight, wet pussy that clung to it, squirming with obscene pressure.
“A whole week? You’re not leaving this place. I’m locking you up in my pussy for a week♥.”
“Fuck off.”
Go Minji started moving her hips.
++++
Just like I’d told Go Minji, we lived together for almost a full week—Monday through Friday evening.
Not that we were crashing at the Koryo Militaris Incheon branch office or anything. I stayed at her place, commuting back and forth.
She had to leave for work by 6 AM, so we’d wake up around 5:30 for a quick morning fuck, then after she left, I’d take a power nap, get up around 7, and head out to Muyeol Land.
After wrapping up morning business, I’d tackle external appointments like those at the Namdong Industrial Complex, and by the time the day was winding down, I’d drop by her branch office and fuck her again.
After about an hour of “core workout,” I’d eat whatever the secretary brought up, then we’d go back to her place and spend the rest of the night fucking like honeymooners.
On the surface, it looked like an absolutely brutal, sleep-deprived schedule, but considering I got to have sex with Go Minji every day—whose sexual compatibility with me was off the charts—it wasn’t half bad.
And it seemed like her mood swings had calmed down a bit too.
Word on the street was that this past week had been the most peaceful time her secretaries had ever had under her.
Just how much does she usually torment them? She could stand to treat them better.
“Wow. I can’t believe the day has come when I’m going to Dalian with a brat like you. I’m seriously moved.”
“Brat? You and I are only five years apart.”
“Yeah, and five years is like 25% of your entire life, you little shit.”
“Damn. Must be nice being so old, huh, Auntie? No wonder your pussy’s all wrinkly on the inside. Guess that’s all age fat, huh?”
“Wanna die?”
“See? Now that you’re losing the argument, you’re all scary again.”
Just before departing for Dalian.
We were bickering the moment we got on the AV, but the second the doors closed and the aircraft floated into the air, we were already all over each other again like nothing happened.
“Mmgh.”
Roughly two hours until Dalian.
Before meeting Go Min-young, I made full use of Go Minji’s pussy.
