I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 417
Go Hayan, Go Minji, and I had already been fighting for ages just over which AV to take, and once Go Seonyul joined the mix, the whole thing turned into utter chaos.
Thankfully, we somehow managed to reach an agreement because we all shared the same goal — “We have to go to Pyongyang.”
In the end, we decided to take my AV.
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The inside of the AV heading to Pyongyang was dead silent.
It was that classic ticking-time-bomb atmosphere where no one dared to be the first to speak.
The trip from Incheon to Pyongyang doesn’t normally take that long by AV, yet it feels like we’re trapped in some kind of endless eternity.
‘So this... is the price of a harem...!’
On the surface, everything looked peaceful, but invisible sparks of tension from the three women were clashing in a brutal war.
Just sitting there made my throat dry and filled me with the sensation of something weighing down on me.
The scary part is — this is just the trailer.
For now, it’s only the daughters: Go Minji, Go Hayan, and Go Seonyul.
These women all have completely twisted personalities and absurdly overpowering auras, but they can’t even compare to Go Min-young or Go Hayoung, the ones who go head-to-head with even Grandpa.
To make matters worse, even I barely know anything about Go Seona.
What happens if they all show up together — all six Go family women in one place...?
‘Can... can I even survive that?’
Whenever there’s a formal family gathering, even Go Minji shuts her mouth.
That space belongs to the real main cast — Go Min-young, Go Hayoung, and Lady Go Seona. And of course, Grandpa on top of that.
Bzzzzt.
“?!”
“?”
“!”
“Gah—”
Lost in my own thoughts, my phone suddenly vibrated.
The AV was so quiet that every pair of eyes immediately turned toward me.
Meanwhile, Seonyul flinched hard, inhaling sharply—
—You... should’ve warned me if there were other people here...
Of course.
She tried sneaking me a message but got startled by the notification sound.
But seriously, how the hell was I supposed to warn you when I didn’t even know you were coming?
“This is Seonyul, right?”
“Obviously Seonyul.”
“Same old habit. Sneaking in with creepy little DMs. How long was this one?”
Go Minji and Go Hayan caught on instantly.
They fired sharp glares at Seonyul like they’d formed a temporary alliance, and Seonyul, who shrank ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ back for a second, suddenly snapped her eyes wide like, ‘Yeah? So what?’
She’s the type who talks a mile a minute online, explains everything, follows her emotions recklessly, but face-to-face she acts like some classic keyboard-warrior loser. But, true to the Go family bloodline, she’s scarily stubborn.
She’s just... weird.
Actually, even when she sends messages, the main point’s in the text, but she speaks just fine in person too.
Naturally, even with Minji and Hayan glaring, she doesn’t back down.
Looks like...
I’ll have to step in.
Ahem.
I cleared my throat to get their attention.
“Feels like the atmosphere’s getting too tense. It’s been a while since we all gathered like this, right? Let’s try to be a little more friendly — we’re family, after all.”
“What is this, a public service announcement?”
I was trying to smooth things over, and Minji jabbed me with a sharp, sarcastic line.
Clearly, she didn’t like this situation.
Can’t say I blame her.
Normally, around now, she and I would be all over each other.
That got blown to hell thanks to Go Hayan and Go Seonyul crashing the scene.
Of course our dear sex-addict Minji’s in a foul mood.
“...U-uhm.”
Seonyul hesitantly raised her hand, starting to speak.
Her face was filled with awkwardness, but behind it, I could see curiosity and a burning impatience she couldn’t hide.
“B-Both of you... with Muyeol—”
“I already told you. We’re basically inseparable.”
“Inseparable...?”
“We’re always stuck together. In every sense of the word.”
Out of all the Go women, the one who’s had the most physical contact with me is obviously Go Minji.
She knew it too, flashing an intentionally lewd smile, wearing her superiority like a crown.
At least here, she’s convinced she’s the one closest to me.
Seonyul seemed to catch on.
She bit her lip hard and threw me a side glance — those eyes were practically ice-cold.
‘Stop staring like that... it’s creepy...’
This is the same Go Seonyul who threatened to kill me if I pretended not to know her next time we met...
No wonder it sends a chill down my spine.
“Keep telling yourself that. You’re probably just another one of Muyeol’s many legs to spread. Is that something to brag about?”
“Says the one prowling around, desperate to get his attention.”
“I wasn’t prowling.”
“You were totally prowling.”
Meanwhile, Go Minji and Go Hayan started snapping at each other again.
It’s like watching elementary school kids fight.
“...R-Right. That... that makes sense. Minji even sent Muyeol dick pics, so of course they’re... super close—”
“Excuse me?”
“??”
“Ah.”
“...What are you saying? That idiot sent a picture of Muyeol’s... thing? You sure it wasn’t just some random one off the internet?”
“That was ages ago, but how’d you even know it was Muyeol’s for real?”
“I— Uh— Well—”
“....”
Seonyul started stumbling, brain practically frying, head drooping like she shut down.
Minji, relentless as ever, pounced.
“No way... You already did it with him back then? That doesn’t add up. How’d you know? I literally just dropped the pic, no explanation.”
“...Look at you all proud. Why the hell were you sending dick pics of me in the first place?”
I couldn’t help it — I smacked Minji on the head.
She yelped like a startled cat, shrinking her neck, only to immediately retaliate by throwing me in a headlock!
“You little shit.”
“Eek! The only little thing here is your clito—”
Ah.
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Go Hayan and Seonyul’s faces went ice-cold, while Minji giggled, finally letting me go.
“Ahem, uh, Cl-Cli...Clitosan. Minji noona’s been lacking that nutrient lately, y’know?”
“What the hell are you babbling about, dumbass.”
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Goddammit, Minji seriously...
“...I knew... I mean, I knew you two were close, but I didn’t realize it was... this much. You look super close... I thought I got pretty close to Muyeol too during our Jeju Island date, but...”
“Get it through your head? You’re all just side chicks. Side chicks! What side chick has the right to talk back to the main wife?”
“Wait—”
Suddenly, Seonyul shot to her feet.
“But Muyeol said he likes my pussy the best?”
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No—
God—
Screw this...
“H-He held me super close, did all sorts of things to me, touched me all over, licked everywhere—”
“Yeah, duh? It’s sex. What, you think we do that shit remotely?”
“Y-You idiot!”
Seonyul’s vocabulary completely fell apart.
She must be seriously shocked.
But forget that — I have no clue how to handle this situation anymore.
What do I even—
“Hey, this asshole literally has a fetish for making me swallow his cum.”
Meanwhile, Minji just kept pouring gasoline on the flames.
Shrugging, smug as hell.
“He’s obsessed with my throat or whatever. Fuck, I lost count of how many times he creamed down there.”
“Stop... Stop it already....”
“He grabs my face and pounds away like... if someone saw, they’d think I was getting raped. That monster of his just wrecking my throat.”
“H-He told me to create art with him! Said it’d be a brand new euphoria I’ve never experienced, a masterpiece called ‘kiss,’ a masterpiece called ‘sex,’ a-and—”
“Please... just stop already....”
I dragged my hands down my face in despair, but those two didn’t care.
They kept exposing every filthy detail about our relationships.
Thanks to them, I learned a bunch of stuff I didn’t even know about my own sex life — my habits, what I apparently like, what makes me fall apart.
“My neck hurts. Seriously, why’s a basic-ass side chick even talking back?”
“Y-You....”
Luckily, it didn’t drag on too long.
Seonyul and I only had that one wild week in Jeju, after all. She didn’t have much ammo.
Naturally, Minji scored the victory.
My dignity? Utterly obliterated.
She sipped her water with a victorious grin, but damn, I wish she’d consider my feelings for once.
At least do this shit when I’m not present.
“I was only a little behind, that’s all. I’ll catch up soon—”
“Girl, please. You’re stuck in the boonies. I live right here in Incheon with Muyeol~.”
Minji casually crushed Seonyul’s hope.
Seonyul chewed on her frustration and slumped back into her seat. She shot me a strange look.
...
Pretty sure next time I meet up with Seonyul, things are gonna escalate.
“Hehe, but saying it all out loud... kinda embarrassing now. We shared way too much.”
“You just realized that?”
“Oh, right. You were here too. Must’ve been awkward, sorry?”
Minji laughed unapologetically, cool as ever.
I seriously want to smack her like three hundred times right now.
How can she trample her beloved little brother’s dignity like this? You absolute menace.
“But anyway... why’ve you been so quiet?”
“...What do you mean?”
Minji, fresh off steamrolling Seonyul, picked her next target.
Go Hayan.
She’d sat there listening quietly the whole time while Minji and Seonyul exposed everything.
“Judging by how you’re acting, you obviously fucked him too. Since everything’s out in the open now, why not spill? Feels unfair if only me and Seonyul share.”
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Uh...
That’s...
“...Why do you even care?”
Go Hayan’s response was sharp and cold.
