I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 393

I glanced over at Go Min-young, my heart skipping a beat.

Her expression was the very picture of barely-contained rage.

She looked like she was about to run out of patience any second now.

And yet, she kept sneaking glances at me—

Was it because of me that she was still holding herself back?

Either way, Go Minji was definitely going to get wrecked one of these days.

“Let’s try acting our age, huh?”

Minji, do you seriously not know how to read the room?

Or are you doing this on purpose to provoke her?

“...You’ve gotten real cocky since I last saw you, haven’t you, Minji?”

Go Min-young gave her a warning, too.

Still smiling, but there was no hiding the murderous aura radiating off her.

Even the chefs cooking and the maids carrying dishes froze up completely, not daring to move.

“Maybe watch your mouth a little?”

Go Min-young stood up.

She walked up to Go Minji and confronted her face to face.

It really looked like she was about to punch her.

You’d think Minji would back down by now—

“I’m not cocky, it’s just that you—”

‘Nope.’

She didn’t even get to finish her sentence.

CRACK!

Go Min-young slammed her fist straight down on Go Minji’s crown.

“Ack—wh-what the hell?!”

‘Wait a second... this feels familiar.’

I was getting déjà vu.

Why did this feel so familiar? I’ve never seen Min-young throwing punches before.

‘Ah!’

I remembered.

It wasn’t Min-young—it was Minji’s reaction that felt familiar.

Whenever she got into fights with Go Hayan, she always ended up getting whacked in the head.

Judging by her behavior, you’d think she was the roughest, wildest one of the bunch, but ironically, she was always on the receiving end of fists.

And the one who always threw the first punch was Go Hayan, who I used to think was sweet and angelic (at the time).

“Wh-Why’d you hit me?!”

Minji always talked back whenever Go Hayan hit her,

But she seemed unable to do the same with Go Min-young.

Clutching the top of her head, she looked up at her with wide, wet eyes.

“You hit me ‘cause I did something wrong, right?”

“Wh-What did I do wrong... Calling an ajumma ‘ajumma’—”

CRACK.

“Ack—!”

Another hit.

Minji trembled and her lips quivered.

“Ah—”

Just as she was about to open her mouth again, Go Min-young raised her hand,

And Minji clammed up.

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water for a while, then—

“Ajum—”

CRACK!

“Eek!”

That was the third time she got knocked on the head.

By now, Go Minji was absolutely livid.

Even trembling with rage, she still forced the word “ajumma” out of her mouth again.

This time, Go Min-young walked behind her and locked her in a headlock.

“G-Gguuuh—?!”

“I didn’t raise my daughter like this. Where did it all go wrong, # Nоvеlight # huh?”

“A-Ajum...!”

Minji thrashed around, caught in Min-young’s grip.

It was kind of a funny sight, but considering she brought it on herself from start to finish, it was mostly just pathetic.

“I must’ve spoiled you too much.”

Min-young started flicking her daughter’s forehead relentlessly.

With every loud smack, Minji’s face twisted more and more.

“Good grief.”

What kind of scene was I even watching?

“Owowowow! Grandmaaa!!”

“You little—”

The "battle" raged on.

Well, it was pretty one-sided.

Minji stayed trapped in a headlock, getting flicked over and over again,

Until she finally gave in and surrendered.

She held her head with a face that looked like she was about to cry.

“Ugh... Ngh...”

“...? Ahem.”

Min-young, who’d just beaten her daughter half to death, suddenly caught sight of me and flinched.

Too late to play innocent—I saw the whole thing.

Still, she tried her best to fix her expression and returned to her seat.

“Sometimes, physical discipline is necessary. Don’t get the wrong idea, okay? I’m not always like this. It’s been... a really long time since I’ve done this.”

“Ah... okay...”

Well, if we’re going by what Go Minji said earlier, she usually got punished by proxy.

So maybe it has been a while. Maybe even the first time?

“Th-That bitch...!”

Go Minji was seething.

She’d said she was surrendering, but her spirit was clearly still very much unbroken.

Still breathing heavily, she glared daggers at Go Min-young.

“How could—how could a mother do that to her own daughter?!”

“Because you’re my daughter. I can’t just let you get away with being rude, can I? Especially talking like that...”

“No, seriously! What kind of mother doesn’t give an inch to her own daughter?? And he’s my man!”

“Technically speaking... he’s my man, isn’t he? I came first, didn’t I?”

...That true?

Now that I think about it, out of all the Go family women, Go Min-young was the first.

“Even if you’re gonna borrow, you ask first. That’s basic etiquette. And obviously, the one who was here first gets priority.”

Even as she said that, Go Min-young kept glancing at me.

They were still arguing, but she looked a little embarrassed. Her cheeks were blushing.

“...You’re such a hopeless ajumma.”

“...Excuse me?”

If I leave them alone like this, they’re just gonna fight again.

No choice. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Guess I’ll step in now.

“Ahem.”

I let out an exaggerated cough and stood up.

Then walked over to Go Min-young.

“Alright, alright, let’s not fight now. It’s a lovely day today, no need to be like this.”

“Fight? I was disciplining her.”

Min-young looked up at me as I approached.

She pretended to be unbothered, but her embarrassment was obvious.

I took her hand and helped her up, wrapping my arm around her waist.

“Ah...”

She melted into my arms, face flushing red as she leaned her head against my chest.

“That kind of behavior doesn’t suit you, Min-young.”

“U-Uh? R-Really?”

“I’d rather have the elegant, beautiful Min-young.”

Mumbling sweet nothings, I brushed her bangs aside and kissed her forehead.

Smack.

“O-Okay...”

She burrowed deeper into my chest, whispering softly.

“Hah. Wow. What the actual—”

Go Minji, watching all this unfold, stared at me with a boiling expression and clicked her tongue.

Can’t just ignore her either.

So I walked over with Min-young in tow—

Slide.

“...What the hell are you doing?”

And hugged Go Minji, too.

“...?”

Now I truly had a flower in each hand.

Minji’s eyes were burning with fury, and even Min-young looked puzzled.

“I don’t want to see you two fighting. Let’s do this—whoever apologizes first gets to sleep with me tonight.”

“...”

“...”

They stared at each other, measuring each other up.

“...You want me to apologize to her?”

“...You want me to say sorry to ajumma?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding.”

“Hey, if you two keep this up, I’m gonna get mad, too. Come on, make up already. Why are a mother and daughter fighting like this?”

“Ugh...”

“...”

“Hurry. If you don’t, I’ll just go sleep with my secretary. Actually, no—Minji-ah’s here too. I’ll sleep with her instead.”

“Muyeol, you—!”

Go Min-young looked betrayed, but I shook my head firmly.

You gotta lay down the law in moments like this.

Otherwise, there’s no hope of managing anything.

‘If I don’t tame Go Min-young and Go Minji now, it’s gonna be chaos later. And that’s not even counting the other two...’

At least these two are mother and daughter.

Go Hayoung and Go Seonyul are nieces... and that’s bound to be even harder to deal with.

“Alright, come on. First one to apologize sleeps with me. But if you both refuse, then neither of you get to. Don’t be petty, okay?”

“Ugh...”

“Tch. Dumbass.”

Their gazes locked again.

Still wrapped in my arms, both trembling slightly as they glared at each other, lips twitching.

A brutal standoff between pride and lust.

Which one would say it first—?

“I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry.”

Oh.

They said it at the same time.

“?”

“?”

“I apologized first, didn’t I?”

“I think I said it first, actually?”

“What are you talking about, Minji? I clearly apologized to you first. I know my voice came out first.”

“Nope. My syllables came out faster.”

“Minji... are you lying to your own mother now? You really want to get punished again?”

“Wow. Lying at your age? That’s just pathetic.”

“You little—”

SMACK!

“Eep?!”

“Huh?!”

I smacked both their butts and stepped back.

“From where I stand, you both apologized at the same time.”

“...”

“...”

“But I did say whoever apologized first gets to sleep with me, so... no choice. Let’s all sleep together tonight.”

“What?!”

They both yelled at the same time, horrified.

++++

“Ughhh~ my body feels all sore... I didn’t even do anything, but my shoulders are so stiff.”

“...”

“...”

Back in the room, I swung my arms around while stripping off my clothes.

Normally, if it were just Minji or Min-young, we’d be making out while undressing each other by now.

But since both came in together, that didn’t quite work out.

So in the end, I had to undress myself.

It’s been a while since I’ve done this, really.

“Is this... really happening?”

“...”

They both looked completely stunned.

We were all grown adults, and it was obvious that “sleeping together” meant sex.

And yet, there they were—mother and daughter, standing in the same room.

Meanwhile, I was already brimming with excitement.

‘Go Minji and Go Min-young at the same time.’

Even I hadn’t seen this coming.

Sure, I might’ve fantasized a little on the way here to Dalian,

But I never actually thought it would happen.

After all, both Minji and Min-young were prideful as hell.

Maybe later, sure—but today? I thought that was impossible.

And yet, here we are.

Kind of forced, yeah, but I’d managed to get them into the room under the logic of “you both apologized at the same time, so we all sleep together.”

‘And hey, they didn’t even resist that hard. There’s hope.’

No way either of them is going to suddenly bolt while I’m in the shower, right?

“I’ll go shower first.”

“Oh? Uh... sure. Go ahead.”

“Fuck, what the hell is this...”

I stepped into the bathroom.

Left the door slightly ajar—just enough to hear the voices outside.

“...Minji, if you’re really not comfortable, you can go back. I’ll explain everything to Muyeol. I mean, doing this with all three of us is kind of...”

“Huh? What are you talking about? You’re the one being weird. A threesome? Even young people don’t just casually do that. I’ll explain everything to Muyeol, so you can go back.”

“If I leave, that just leaves you and Muyeol. Why would I do that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Still arguing, huh.

But looks like neither of them is planning to run away.

“You’re both dead.”

I looked down at my dick.

I hadn’t even touched it yet, and it was already bigger and harder than ever.