I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 426: 42. The Young Master on a White Horse
After meeting with Anastasia, I also met the other two Americans—Charlotte Sinclair and Vivienne Whitmore—one after the other.
Just like what I’d seen on social media beforehand, they all had excellent appearances.
But each of them had some kind of defect.
You could phrase it nicely and call it “character,” but through a stricter lens, they were clearly weird enough to be considered flaws.
One’s a klutz, and the other’s got a princess complex... What a fantastic lineup.
Charlotte Sinclair had shiny blonde hair done up in heavy, wavy curls, and her clothes and accessories were ridiculously flashy.
She didn’t look like a third-generation chaebol heiress—more like a Hollywood actress.
Funny thing is, Charlotte’s “America” is based in New York.
It owns a long strip of land along the eastern seaboard that evokes the original 13 colonies and is a relatively wealthy nation.
The country still calls itself the USA, like the old America, but to differentiate it from the others, it’s commonly referred to as Free America.
Bit of a dimwit, huh. She’s definitely not cut out to inherit a corporation.
When I met Anastasia, I didn’t get the feeling that she was someone pushed out politically—but with Charlotte, it was obvious.
There was definitely something missing.
She didn’t seem like someone who leads, but rather someone who exists as decoration for someone else.
That’s Charlotte Sinclair in a nutshell.
And Vivienne...
Vivienne Whitmore came from the bizarrely named country centered around California, The National Human Rights Federation for Comprehensive Equality.
Just going by the name, you’d think it was some kind of civic organization, but the fact that they «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» seriously embedded it into their national identity shows just how far off the rails these people are.
She’s arrogant enough to make it fun to break her.
Despite her country’s emphasis on equality, Vivienne herself was a final-stage princess complex case, full of arrogance and entitlement.
She did speak respectfully and gave the impression she was honoring me, but her attitude was all wrong.
She stuck her chin out like she was royalty and acted stiff as hell.
It was only because she was pretty that I didn’t punch her right in the face.
Charlotte’s the kind you seduce gently and savor slowly. Vivienne’s... rape. As for Anastasia...?
She gave off that military vibe, so like Vivienne, I figured it’d be fine to go hard on her.
But for some reason, I felt like she’d just go blank and give me no reaction—how boring would that be?
Isn’t there some spicier way to go about it?
Break her down with power? Or make her come around on her own? But that only works if she hates it, and she actually seemed open to the idea of dating earlier. Doesn’t seem like she’s against it...
Hmm.
What to do?
How should I do it so it actually counts as a proper conquest?
Even if I figure out the best method, it’s still a problem. I can’t actually rape her, right?
Even if they’ve been politically sidelined back home, the fact that they were sent to discuss marriage with Koryo Group means they still have some clout.
They must be from the direct lineage, and they’d obviously have massive wealth.
Besides the 1% stake in Prestige I just received, all three of them likely hold far more wealth than I do.
And I’m gonna rape that kind of person?
That could lead to a war with America.
Would that really be compatible with our grand plan?
Sure, I have RK-99, but my grandfather and my aunts probably have their own plans in motion.
I can’t just ruin everything.
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“Yo~, young master on a white horse~, you’re back earlier than I thought? Was the grip not that tight?”
When I got back, Go Minji poked her head out from behind the sofa and called out.
Her face was already playful, and that sly grin just made her look all the more wicked.
If the other older sisters weren’t here, I’d have grabbed her by the face and gone straight for an irrumatio. What a shame.
“There was nothing weak about it. It was our first meeting today, you know.”
“Oh...? So you mean it was actually kind of good?”
“I said we didn’t do anything. Why are you even asking your younger brother that?”
Thwack.
I gave her a light flick on the forehead and took a seat.
“Ugh, you little shit.”
Go Minji came right down and threw me into a headlock.
“Oww!”
“How dare you hit your heaven-like big sister!”
Usually, this sort of thing ends with us locking eyes and screwing,
but with Go Hayan and Go Seonyul here, I couldn’t exactly do that.
“How can you be so savage?”
“What? He hit me first!”
“Muyeol didn’t do anything wrong. You were the one asking weird questions.”
“Wow, you bitches...”
Minji crumbled under the tag-team assault from Hayan and Seonyul, and I was freed.
“Phew, thanks, everyone.”
“Don’t hang around her too much. She’ll rub off on you.”
Go Hayan said that with a faint smile, and Go Seonyul silently nodded beside her.
Maybe it’s just my imagination,
but I feel like Hayan’s been smiling a lot more lately.
Was she always this softly expressive?
“You sluts are really something else. I swear to god, the stink in here—cut it out with the pussy stench.”
“...So vulgar, seriously.”
“...Go Minji, shut it.”
“Hey, I’m the oldest here, okay? Call me unni.”
“So what if you’re older? Your mental age is elementary school.”
“Calling Minji unni? Not gonna be easy...”
They sure bicker well.
Sometimes things escalate and they’ll beat the crap out of each other,
but at the core, they seem to get along pretty well.
Every time I see this, I wonder... How can a chaebol family be this close?
It really is a fascinating family.
Because everyone had their own schedules,
we didn’t get to spend that much time together.
With people pouring in for Victory Day,
the afternoon was packed full of meetings.
Relatively speaking, my schedule was pretty light.
I didn’t have an official role within the Group—I just ran my own private business.
Basically, I only needed to manage the three girls from America properly.
“We meet again. So? Did the food suit your taste?”
“...Yes. It wasn’t bad.”
After dinner, I met with Anastasia again.
She had been the one to request the meeting.
“I thought you’d never want to see me again, the way you stormed off earlier.”
“...Considering you offered me a secretary and told me to leave a contact number,
that doesn’t quite add up, does it?”
“Hm. That’s true.”
Near the entrance stood the female secretary I’d loaned her, waiting politely.
That Robert guy or whatever—he was probably left behind somewhere.
“You’re surprisingly obedient. I thought you’d be a lot stiffer.”
“It wasn’t an unreasonable request.”
“Then I suppose even after you return, you’ll keep your distance from men. For my sake.”
“....”
She didn’t respond right away, instead placing a stack of documents on the table.
“To start with—here’s a gift I didn’t get to deliver earlier.”
“A gift?”
She lowered her voice.
“You know the intelligence agencies of various nations are interconnected like a cancer, right?”
“...?”
“Lately, their activity has surged across our continent.”
What the hell is this?
Is she talking about Abyss?
“Free America’s CSA is acting as a bridge between the three Americas, and beyond that, they’re aiming to overturn the entire world.
Their goal is to seize power back from the chaebols.”
“Heh...”
“Their key collaborators are, of course, the intelligence agencies of each country,
and their subordinate super-agencies. Your nation’s Abyss isn’t an exception.
In fact, it’s one of the leading entities.”
“....”
I just got my hands on some info I didn’t expect.
I thought it was going to be another round of posturing and games, but...
Now that I think about it, that hacking incident with Abyss did mention something about America...
I think there was something about super soldiers.
So each country’s intelligence agency has agencies like Abyss under them,
and they’re cooperating in an organic structure...
I already knew this.
But hearing it from an American made it hit different.
“They all have an uncanny amount of capital and resources,
and their technological prowess is top-tier.
And because they operate in a cell-based structure, they’re hard to pin down.
Thankfully, a recent security breach in your Abyss agency led to a massive data leak.”
“Security breach?”
“Poor agent management, probably.
A single pathway was exploited, and the info of several agencies was leaked wholesale.
Thanks to that, we were also able to—”
“Ah, that. I know about it.” 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
That was when I was training Seo Eun-mi.
Wasn’t the agent named “V” or something like that?
I used her pathway to hack the security.
That incident gave me plausible knowledge of “Ma’in” and “Great Ma’in,”
which let me milk Minji-ah for all kinds of info.
“My subordinate was the one who did it.”
“...? Mr. Muyeol, your subordinate did that?”
“There were... circumstances.
And I figured Abyss—no, the NIS—could use a little warning.”
“You’ve already built up that kind of force...?”
“Sorry?”
“No, it’s nothing.
I didn’t expect that incident to be your doing.”
“So what exactly is this document?”
I made a show of reading it,
but honestly, I couldn’t.
Because it was in English.
Sure, I could translate it if I wanted to,
but translating that much foreign text is just an exhausting pain in the ass.
“...If you led that hack, then you must already know that Abyss and CSA are conducting joint research.
That document contains papers on the super serum.
A drug that transforms ordinary humans... into superhumans.”
