I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 411

Maybe because Victory Day was just around the corner, the amount of messages I’d been getting skyrocketed.

It was already the biggest national holiday for South Korea itself, but more than that, it was the day Koryo Group valued the most. So naturally, messages and calls flooded in from all directions.

Most of the external communication was handled by the secretaries, but there were still some I had to deal with personally.

The most obvious being the messages from our immediate family.

Normally, we exchanged greetings every now and then, but the frequency of that had increased noticeably. Especially the women were reaching out more.

At first, it was light—simple check-ins, some business talk. But eventually, they started sneaking into more personal territory, hinting they wanted to spend some of my time on Victory Day.

The first one to reach out was Go Min-young.

I heard they’re sending over some girls from the States.

It’s not an arranged marriage thing, just a formal visit, apparently.

But knowing them, they’ll pull some sneaky shit.

So don’t get too friendly with them.

Ah...

So they’re really coming.

Yeah.

In the end.

They’re coming.

The nerve.

...

But still.

They probably have their own desperate reasons.

So don’t completely ignore them.

Just keep it professional.

You got that?

Keep it professional.

Pro. Fes. Sional.

Strictly business.

Sure.

Got it, Min-young.

Min-young, practically begging me, even sending typos she normally never would. Guess she really can’t stand the idea of me getting into an arranged marriage.

Though, thanks to our lovely Go Hayoung raising hell about the whole thing, that marriage arrangement got scrapped. Now it’s just a formal visit.

But hey, who knows what’ll happen?

The marriage talks got canceled, yet they’re still sending over the same woman who was supposed to be my fiancée? That’s got “hidden agenda” written all over it.

With their arrival, Victory Day’s definitely going to get a lot more... eventful.

“I’ve got a headache already.”

Okay. Got it. Handle that part your way. If anything comes up, contact me right away.

Oh, and there’s something I want to talk to you about on Victory Day.

I hope you can prepare for that in advance.

Sure. I’ll do that, noona.

I exchanged dozens of messages with Go Hayan as well. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Not sure why, but the whole time we were talking, there was this sharp, biting tone coming through. She must’ve been stressed about something lately.

It’s kind of a downside that she vents that onto me, but as long as she doesn’t do it outright, I can tolerate it. Seems like even she can’t fully keep herself together these days.

It must’ve been something ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) that really pissed her off. Let’s be understanding.

Muyeol~ You know what’s happening this Victory Day, right~?

I’ve got everything set up for the after-party too, hehe.

You can do whatever you want now!

Whereas daughter Go Hayan was a little sharp, her mom, Go Hayoung, was gushing like a new girlfriend.

Among the women from the Go family I’ve been involved with, she’s easily the most playful and gives off the youngest vibe.

Min-young feels like a “mommy” type, Go Seonyul feels like the older girl-next-door, like dating a noona, but with Go Hayoung... it feels like I’m messing around with a younger girl. Wouldn’t even feel weird if she called me “oppa.”

As for Go Minji... she’s basically still a brat.

Really?

You won’t mind if I pounce on you the second I see you?

Pretty sure I’ll get hard the moment I see your face.

If you want to~ hehe.

That’s typical for the Go women. They can all banter about dirty stuff like pros.

Especially her—she’s the only one among the Go women currently getting her ass trained... so conversations with her have even fewer boundaries.

“Honestly, anal doesn’t bring some mind-blowing pleasure or anything... but there’s definitely that special feeling of conquest.”

In pure sensation terms, pussy feels better, obviously. It’s literally designed for that purpose.

Not that anal is bad or anything—it’s just... a pain in the ass. The efficiency feels lacking.

Still, once we’re doing it, it’s always fun.

That’s why, like with Lee Na-eun, once the ass-training’s complete, they offer up their backside to me about once a month.

“It’s the Go family—she’s probably loving it, too. I believe in you, Go woman!”

Muyeol, the female angel statue you requested—got the rough draft ready.

Go Seonyul sent me the preliminary sketch of the sculpture I asked her to make.

It was basically to show me, “This is the vibe I’m going for.” Nothing too special.

I’d kind of ordered it half as a joke anyway.

So, did you already finish that ‘Go Muyeol Dick Statue’ modeled after my face and cock?

Angel statue!

It’s called an angel statue, not some weirdo name like that...

Whatever you say.

...

She went quiet for a bit, then finally responded, almost sighing.

It’s not fully finished yet.

But it’s moving along faster than I expected...

So I thought it’d be good to rough out your design too, while I’ve got some breathing room.

But... are you seriously using my face for this thing?

Of course.

If it’s not your face, there’s literally no point.

R-Really?

While we’re at it, let’s make the pussy and tits yours too.

Hell no!

Our first chat was about the statue, but the topic shifted to the management of Jeju Island she had handed over to me. We talked about that for a while before circling back to Victory Day.

Seonyul talks a lot. She’s the “explaining everything” type, so she started going off about the historical context and significance of Victory Day. Luckily, I cut her off before it got too long and saved myself.

Once she gets going, it’s basically torture for whoever’s listening.

It’ll be the first time seeing each other since that day, right?

I’m already looking forward to it.

Though, at the last family event...

We pretended like neither of us existed.

But we’re closer now, so that won’t happen again.

You feel the same way, right?

I’m really looking forward to it.

We’ll... have another hot, steamy time together. Just like before...

She talks like she’s making a prophecy.

Weird tone, really.

But typical Go family—weirdly ominous, dark little moments sneak in. This is the same woman who once said, “Pretend you don’t know me and I’ll fucking kill you♥,” when we parted ways.

Better not push her buttons.

Auntie, have you been well? I suddenly worried about your health, seeing how packed your schedule is every day.

I’m fine.

Go Seonyul’s mom, Go Seon-ah, had a curt response.

Min-young and Hayoung act cold with most people, but when they’re with me, they practically spoil me rotten. Seon-ah? None of that.

She treats me like a nephew, sure, but beyond basic politeness, she shows no interest.

Which weirdly makes me want to get her attention more.

But whenever I message her, she just sends these blunt, one-word replies. Not easy to crack.

“How can a mom and daughter be so different?”

We’ll be seeing each other for Victory Day. Please stay well until then.

Sure. You stay safe too, Muyeol.

Well, at least that reply was a little longer.

“Hmph... does she seriously not care?”

There were still two I hadn’t slept with yet—Go Hayan and Go Seon-ah.

But with Hayan, it felt like she was playing hard to get, keeping her desire hidden while positioning herself for a better advantage. Seon-ah? She just seemed totally uninterested.

To put it bluntly—Hayan felt inevitable, like eventually, we’d hook up.

Seon-ah... that scenario didn’t even enter my head.

What the hell’s going on? Weren’t all the Go women supposed to be into me?

“Unless... she’s insanely good at hiding it? That’d be scary as hell.”

What if she’s playing an even longer, more twisted game than Hayan?

Or maybe... she’s hiding something way darker than I can even imagine.

Either way, she’s a Go. And Seonyul’s mom. So, no doubt she’s not normal.

“No matter how this plays out... you’re still gonna be my wife...!”

🖕

“....”

Go Minji... same old Minji.

🖕

An eye for an eye. A middle finger for a middle finger.

I sent one right back.

Minji responded with her signature “middle finger selfie.”

She’s sent so many in that same pose, her selfie skills have noticeably improved. Weirdly impressive.

“At least she’s consistent. Always the same.”

Anyway, after dealing with all these conversations, I felt drained.

“How the hell am I supposed to manage all this?”

The women all came at me with different topics, but in the end, they all wanted one thing: my time on Victory Day.

They’re all crazy attractive. Of course, I’d love to spend time with them, but... it’s not that simple.

Just the women I’m already involved with—Go Min-young, Go Minji, Go Hayoung, Go Seonyul—that’s four right there.

Min-young and Minji, I can meet together since we’ve already had threesomes. But Hayoung and Seonyul? No way I can group those two.

That means I’m looking at at least three separate, steamy meetings.

But with the main Victory Day events happening, squeezing in three intense encounters... not easy.

And they’re not the only ones coming.

There’s Go Hayan. There’s Go Seon-ah.

Deepening things with them is also a top priority.

Then there’s the girls flying in from America...

“Fuck... I’m totally screwed, aren’t I?”