I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 424
They’d probably feel wronged if they heard that.
After all, they haven’t done anything yet, and they’re already being called thieves.
‘Well, in the end, I guess I’ll become a semen thief for them.’
Come to think of it, I’ve never been with a Western woman.
No, I’ve never even embraced a foreigner. At least, not that I remember.
Among the secretaries and the “jotjips” I have, beautiful women are overflowing, and even if I wanted more, there are plenty of pretty Korean women available.
Realistically, it’s hard enough to handle all the beauties in the world, let alone manage all the beauties in Korea—no, in Incheon. So I never bothered looking overseas.
In a way, you could say I was a frog in a well.
With so many women at my disposal, I never tried to expand outward. Even I find that surprising.
‘I was only thinking about moving Muyeol Land for a Japanese expedition, at best. Western women...’
In that sense, this meeting is personally meaningful.
“The audacity of those women who dared to steal our Muyeol.”
“How should we punish them so that word gets around that we did it right?”
“...”
It seems Go Min-young and Go Hayoung felt the same way.
They were practically grinding their teeth, burning with hatred toward women they hadn’t even seen once, while showing no concern about me fooling around with secretaries and jotjips. That was a bit puzzling.
‘Only if someone is on our level do we treat them like humans.’
Humans don’t get jealous of animals... if you don’t treat someone like a human, you don’t even get jealous of them—maybe that’s it.
But these women coming now are granddaughters of the three mega-corporations dominating the US, so maybe they’re worth a little jealousy.
‘Maybe the jealousy and fights between Go Min-young, Go Hayoung, Go Minji, and Go Hayan are...’
I once heard that no matter how absurd or strange something seems, if all the evidence points to it, that’s the truth.
I think my guess is right.
“Don’t act beneath your station. They’re guests.”
Go Seona poured cold water on the two aunts, who were about to flare up.
The same woman who had been in awe with us during the RK-99 discussion had now regained her usual cold demeanor.
Watching her, I wondered if she was a robot—her expression didn’t change, and she spoke so little. This was the Go Seona I knew.
“Guests? They’re the women who tried to take our Muyeol away. Aren’t you angry?”
“I don’t like agreeing with you, unnie, but this time I’m with you.”
Go Min-young and Go Hayoung did not back down.
They seemed determined to mess with those three Western women by any means.
Sometimes, they seem to be on the same mental level as Go Minji.
Maybe it’s because it involves me.
“For starters, we never tried to take Muyeol. The marriage proposal was just that—a proposal. It fell through. Because of whom, you ask?”
“But they made the attempt! That alone is offensive.”
“They even inserted a ‘marriage proposal.’ Do you really not understand what that means? They dared to stand on equal footing with our Go family. That’s absolutely unacceptable.”
“Come to think of it, they didn’t even send their most promising heirs. They sent girls far down the pecking order as a poke. That’s an insult to our Koryo Group.”
“Exactly. What the hell do they think we are?”
Go Seona sighed softly.
Without Grandfather here, she had become the grandfather figure.
The quarrel dragged on like this for a while.
Go Seona spoke reason, while Go Min-young and Go Hayoung acted somewhat petulant.
Both ladies are undoubtedly fine vice presidents of Koryo Group, yet here they were squabbling like this.
“Anyway, we have to keep a tight leash on them so they don’t get any weird ideas.”
The two women puffed up with spirit and determination.
But then Director Jung intervened.
“The chairman said to have a private meeting with Master Muyeol alone.”
“W-what... uh...??”
Grandfather’s special order: I’m to meet the three women by myself!
Hearing this, Go Min-young and Go Hayoung looked like they’d lost their country.
“Since they are Master’s guests. Also, he said you should gradually get on with your schedule.”
“That old geezer, seriously!”
“How can a father be this useless?!”
“Pathetic, really.”
Go Min-young and Go Hayoung were trembling enough to make Go Seona click her tongue, but they didn’t outright refuse Grandfather’s command.
I was a bit worried they’d call him screaming like when the marriage proposal came in, but apparently not that bad.
‘Right. It’s just a meeting. Something like hosting guests.’
“Aunts, I know you don’t fully trust me, but please believe me. I’ll handle it well.”
“T-that’s... what do you mean, Muyeol... you know it’s not like that...”
“If you say that, I’ll look like such a loser.”
It’s amusing how one phrase can melt the vice presidents’ dignity.
Go Min-young and Go Hayoung’s cold, stern faces instantly softened, their lips pouting as if a little sulky.
Go Seona looked at them with a bemused half-smile, then glanced sideways at me.
I don’t know what that meant exactly... but at least I caught her attention, which was good.
Between the RK-99 and earning Go Seona’s ire, I figure just this alone made the participation in the Inheritance Festival worthwhile.
“I’m off.”
After exchanging farewells with Go Min-young, Go Hayoung, Go Seona, Go Minji, Go Hayan, and Go Seonyul, I followed Director Jung.
Naturally, I wouldn’t meet all three at once.
“Did Grandfather say anything special? Like to treat them especially well or something?”
“He didn’t say anything like that. He believes you’ll handle it yourself.”
“Uh... handle it myself?”
“In other words, he doesn’t care what you do.”
Director Jung answered with a gentle smile.
She gave off a warm feeling.
Unlike Grandfather, who looks like he’s in his thirties despite being well over seventy, Director Jung looked her age.
A wrinkled old woman’s face. But like a martial artist ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) who trained steadily, she had a firm body under her neat clothes.
By appearance alone, she looked more like a chairman than Grandfather did.
“Doesn’t care what I do....”
That certainly didn’t mean I could just throw them down and fuck them right away, right?
An ordinary person might’ve gotten away with that.
But if I did that now, it might spark a war with the US. Even a country must exercise restraint...
“Hmm.”
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“My name is Anastasia Ashford.”
She gave the impression more of a soldier than a chaebol heiress.
For starters, she wore a uniform—not a suit or dress.
Well... a uniform can be called a suit in a way, but uniforms have a distinct vibe. The outfit Anastasia wore was exactly that kind of uniform—a military dress worn by soldiers for official events or ceremonies.
“I am honored to meet Go Muyeol, the eldest grandson and only legitimate heir of Koryo Group.”
And her tone and expression.
She was polite but stiff with every word.
Her expression was hard to describe, but it felt quite aggressive.
Not that she was picking a fight with me, just that’s the impression.
“I’m Go Muyeol. Nice to meet you, too.”
My posture was upright.
Not a single relaxed spot, I looked like a well-trained martial artist.
The only flashy thing was my hairstyle.
My slightly golden-tinged red hair was waved and draped over one shoulder, looking quite voluminous and splendid.
My makeup was somewhat heavy.
Overall, I gave off a mature and dignified impression.
Maybe she really is in the military.
We do have someone like that in our group—Go Minji.
Surprisingly, that tomboy is an honorary two-star general in the army, nominally the chief instructor and research director of the national knight training center. It’s crazy.
‘Wow, but unrealistically pretty.’
Every woman I’ve been with was beautiful, no exceptions.
But Anastasia felt different.
Not just a different level, but literally unreal and alien.
Like she’s from another world?
‘Maybe because she’s Western?’
Her facial features, proportions, and body curves were all distinctly different.
Despite having been with countless beauties, it felt like I was seeing a beauty for the very first time.
In professional terms, you could say my eyes have been opened.
“You must have had a hard journey. Sorry for meeting you so early.”
“It’s fine. I prefer it this way.”
“Sorry to ask on our first meeting, but may I make one request?”
“A request?”
She pointed to the person standing next to her, apparently a secretary.
A man with slicked-back hair and glasses.
“I don’t usually tolerate men near my woman. Please send him away or replace him with a woman. You do have a female secretary, right?”
“...”
“If not, I can lend you my secretary during your stay.”
“...”
“Oh, and once you leave, let’s make sure all men are cleared out.”
“...”
This is what it takes to be worthy of being my woman.
Of course, the marriage proposal fell through.
But since she caught my eye, she’s going to be mine anyway, right?
So keeping men away is just common sense.
TL Notes:
좆집들 (jotjips) — vulgar slang referring to women the character sleeps with, roughly meaning “bitches” or “hos.” It carries a crude, dismissive tone.
