I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 415
Honestly, it kind of felt like she came here using Captain Nam as an excuse just to lazily fuck around, but no matter how it looked, Go Minji wasn’t that type of person.
As the Incheon branch director and the Incheon regional head of Koryo Militaris, she actually had plenty of work to do, and surprisingly, that childish side of her that sometimes showed when talking to me never showed itself when she was working.
“Yeah~ Seriously... Only someone with ‘fucking degenerate pervert’ written on his forehead would do shit like this.”
I showed that Go Minji around the Correctional Zone.
The Correctional Zone was the area with the prison and the tent city, bundled together with the emerging new city at the center.
The outlines of proper buildings were gradually taking shape, but for now, it was still mostly an empty wasteland, and the tent city in particular gave off a seriously bizarre vibe.
For me, just walking near this place was enough to make my dick stand at full attention, but for other people, it might send chills down their spine.
Of course, Go Minji wasn’t one of those people.
Someone who’s done human hunting wouldn’t be spooked by something like this...
“I really didn’t want to hear that from you.”
“What? I... don’t do shit like this, okay?”
She let out a ridiculous laugh as she unzipped the tent.
The woman inside trembled in fear and shrank back into the corner.
“Seriously, what a nasty hobby.”
“Hey, I told you, I don’t want to hear that from you.”
“Why the hell is it a tent, anyway?”
“Because it’s cramped.”
“There’s a fuckton of land out here, what do you mean cramped? You even cleared all the trees.”
“No, I mean, it’s cramped inside the tent.”
“??”
Damn.
She really doesn’t get it.
“You seriously can’t understand the vibe of a woman, trapped in a tiny space, trembling in fear and looking up at you helplessly?”
“You’re fucking insane.”
“I keep telling you, I don’t want to hear that from you.”
Hey, at least I don’t kill them.
I’m merciful as hell, you know.
And honestly, the girls here have already lost their market value because of various scandals and incidents.
I just picked them up and gave them a new use.
“So, how exactly does this work?”
“What do you mean how? You just go in and do it whenever you feel like it.”
“For real?”
Go Minji suddenly giggled and slipped into the tent.
The woman freaked out even more, trembling all over, while Go Minji grabbed me and pulled me inside.
“Try it. Just once.”
Ziiip.
Then she zipped the tent back up.
“...Seriously, who the hell are you calling nasty hobbyist?”
Go Minji acts like she doesn’t even grasp the concept of NTR. She often pulls shit like this on me.
Like making me rape her secretary while she giggles and watches from the side.
Or filming the whole thing and keeping the footage as a personal collection.
She pulls off this crazy shit pretty often.
Usually, she demands some pretty rough sex too.
Definitely the taste of a full-blown sociopath + sadist who loves watching others suffer.
The real kicker? Go Minji doesn’t even have the ‘Sadist’ trait. But Go Hayan does...
‘If Go Minji’s like this, what the hell is Go Hayan gonna be like...’
Suddenly, it felt terrifying.
My reasons for turning Go Hayan into a masochist instead of a sadist just multiplied.
I can’t handle a full-on sadist.
“Hurry up already. I wanna see.”
Giving in to Go Minji’s nagging, I stripped and pounced on the woman.
She let out a loud scream, as expected of someone who used to be a celebrity—way higher grade than the regular inmates here.
“Stay still.”
“P-please...!”
“Fortissimo! (Harder!)”
The woman cried and wailed, while Go Minji egged me on, shouting for more, more.
It was one hell of a grotesque scene.
Well...
I like sex, so whatever.
I got more and more into her body, fucking her senseless, over and over.
When I finally pulled my cock out, Go Minji, who’d been watching, joined in herself.
I swear her sex drive’s been getting stronger lately.
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After the deed was done, I stepped out of the tent, and the fresh air filled my lungs.
“Lemme bless you with an idea, junior.”
Go Minji lit a cigarette as she spoke.
“Humans go bad if you preserve them like that. They’ll break, useless after that. You gotta give ‘em some basic welfare.”
“Can’t believe those words are coming out of your mouth.”
Click, she lit the cigarette.
“Even if it ends up looking like a chicken coop, we should build proper buildings and store them inside. Those tents aren’t gonna last.”
“Hmph.”
Fair enough.
The tents looked like absolute shit from the outside, and living in them? Yeah, pure misery.
Despite the intense, brainwashing-level education programs we ran here, the mental resilience index kept dropping, according to reports.
Looks like this was the reason.
“If we built those full-glass display buildings, like oversized figure cabinets, it’d probably work better.”
“Then when you feel like it, you go inside and ‘take one out for a snack?’”
“Yeah well, do whatever the fuck you want with that part.”
Not a bad idea, honestly.
It’d be like my own personal giant figure... no, real-doll exhibition.
“Appreciate the idea.”
As expected from my senior in sadistic human management—her brain works quick in these areas.
I knew I could count on you, Go Minji!
“Tear down the tents, build proper structures. You heard, right?”
“Yeah.”
I casually explained the idea to Seunghee, then moved on to the next facility.
The heart of the Correctional Zone—the grand prison itself.
“Looks good.”
A short remark.
Truthfully, you couldn’t call a prison environment ‘good’ even as flattery, but Go Minji looked pleased.
Wham!
It was when an inmate got punched in the gut by a guard and collapsed.
“You gotta treat criminals rough like that. Only then do they reflect on their sins and become proper people.”
“...?”
I stared at Go Minji.
“What? You disagree with me?”
“It’s not wrong, but... you’re the one saying that?”
“What about it?”
“Didn’t you literally just order me to rape someone like five minutes ago?”
Go Minji smirked.
“Obviously, we’re excluded. The laws exist for our benefit, after all.”
“...”
She made that typical smug face of hers—the one that made you wanna flick her on the forehead.
If I weren’t in a similar position of power as her, my fist would’ve flown by now.
“There’s a luxury space over there too.”
“What’s that for?”
“For someone like you. You’ll probably end up serving time at some point, so when that happens, you can stay there, like living in a palace. Aren’t I thoughtful?”
“Bullshit.”
Go Minji flipped me off, looking dumbfounded.
It’s perfectly legal within the prison system.
Shove every convenience facility into the special ward, deck it out like a hotel suite, and serve your sentence there.
And it’s not just for Go Minji.
Maybe someone from my little ‘dickhouse’ gets caught, or maybe I’ll need a reason to use it myself someday.
“Laze around, occasionally service me sexually, and before you know it, your sentence is done. Basically a vacation. If you really wanna call it punishment... maybe Cockhouse Service Sentence?”
“Service my ass. If I’m in there, your punk ass better come service me, you disrespectful little shit.”
“Way too much luxury for some trashy pussy.”
“Fuck off. Wanna try me?”
“You keep losing but still wanna go again?”
“Idiot, the one left standing in the end is the winner, dumbass♥.”
Pfft.
Trashy pussy talking big again.
She really loves provoking me like this.
Guess I’ll have to put her in her place.
“Get that pussy out, you trashy Minji.”
“Unzip your dick and say that again.”
We headed to the special ward and had a devout ‘match.’
Naturally, I won.
Even the next day, Go Minji’s legs were shaking, and she couldn’t stand properly.
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It was like living a honeymoon.
I spent the next few days with Go Minji, moving around Muyeol Land and even taking trips to the Namdong Industrial Complex, practically living like a married couple.
Despite her normally insane schedule, she somehow synced her entire work route to mine.
In other words, she pre-handled everything outside of the areas I’d be in—Muyeol Land and Namdong Industrial Complex—and only the overlapping stuff, she dealt with by tagging along with me.
Looking at that alone, I can tell she’s definitely capable, but personality-wise, seriously...
“Ah~ Just thinking about going to Pyongyang’s already making my skin crawl.”
“Why? It’s a family gathering, should be nice.”
“What’s nice about that? My family sees each ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) other way too often. It should be like once or twice a year, tops. What’s with all these damn events?”
Today’s Friday, August 21st, 2077.
Time to head to Pyongyang for Victory Day in two days.
Go Minji already looked bored, yawning wide, energy completely drained.
On closer look, she did seem pretty tired.
“We’re family too, should we only meet once or twice a year?”
“Wanna die?”
“Hey, no need to get that worked up.”
I was just repeating her own logic.
Pure hypocrisy, as usual.
“Thinking about seeing that bitch Go Hayan makes me nauseous. Feels like yesterday’s cum is stuck in my throat.”
“What’s stuck where now?”
“You ever tasted cum? It gets all tangled in your throat, smells awful, nothing good about it.”
“Then why’d you eat it?”
“You forced me, dumbass.”
“You finished the whole thing, so it’s fine.”
“Are you deaf? It was fucking disgusting.”
We bickered as we walked toward the AV.
Despite all this fighting, it was obvious that once we got inside, we’d be all over each other in seconds.
Go Minji probably thought the same thing.
The closer we got to the AV, the more her lips twitched, and her face looked like she was going into heat.
Me too, obviously... My dick was already getting rock hard.
Just a little more—
“Ah... M-Master?”
That’s when it happened.
Seunghee’s urgent report came through.
“M-Miss Go Hayan is on her way here...!”
“...Here?”
“Y-Yes.”
Go Hayan... was suddenly coming here.
Without a single heads-up to me.
