I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 429
“Good morning.”
“.....”
The next day.
Anastasia, who had risen early and was preparing her schedule, noticed a heavy, dull smell drifting faintly around her.
‘...What is that? What kind of smell is that?’
It was musty, unpleasant—and yet, strangely alluring. So much so that it almost felt fragrant.
What the hell was it?
“I’ll go over today’s schedule. At 7 a.m., there’s a light breakfast, followed at 7:30 by the National American Unity Conference with Charlotte Sinclair and Vivian Whitmore. Then, two hours later, at 9 a.m.—”
She let the secretary’s voice slide past her.
Under the usual comforting scent of the palace, there was something subtle but strange—
a trace smell, faint, but persistent.
If she focused, she could follow the slight current of it.
Her brows furrowed. It was off-putting... but weirdly magnetic.
‘What the hell is....’
She couldn’t concentrate on the schedule.
“Did you set up a new diffuser or something?”
“Excuse me? Ah—n-no, nothing’s been changed.”
“.....”
She gently wrinkled her nose at the secretary’s response.
Forget the smell itself—how could a palace of this stature not even manage a consistent scent?
What kind of hospitality was this?
‘Come to think of it, that man yesterday too....’
Go Muyeol.
A man pretending to be a scoundrel for self-preservation—
—or so she thought.
But now, she was starting to suspect that maybe... he wasn’t pretending.
Maybe he really was a degenerate.
Even if he was acting, how could a man grope the chest of a woman he just met—
a guest, no less?
In every way, his behavior was disgraceful.
‘Still, that’s the kind of behavior that gets you branded a scoundrel.’
Even she, an outsider, found it easy to wonder if he was deliberately playing the part.
His own family must be even more suspicious.
And to silence their doubts, his actions would have to become even more extreme and erratic.
He had the “sex maniac” label slapped on him, so people probably assumed he’d committed all kinds of things—rape, assault, you name it.
Whether it was true or not didn’t even matter.
‘Yesterday, he said something about securing his place in the succession... but that’s complete bullshit.’
Koryo Group dominates Asia.
The idea that the chairman seat of such a vast empire has already been promised?
That’s pure fantasy.
Humans fight over scraps.
And there are three vice chairwomen.
As if they’d sit back and let some barely grown nephew sweep in and claim all of Asia.
Unless all three vice chairwomen and their daughters were madly in love with Go Muyeol,
there was no way this could happen.
‘Either it was all bluff, or...
...he actually meant to claim me?’
If that’s the case, then Go Muyeol had been crafting his performance with ruthless precision.
‘If we had gone all the way last night... and I said he raped me...
...his standing in the family would’ve been destroyed.
No one would doubt he’s a hopeless piece of shit.’
Not just any woman—
but a guest flown in from far-off America.
And not just any America—
the most powerful of the three.
Raping her?
That’d be catastrophic.
But would Koryo Group really suffer?
That part’s unclear.
In fact, both families could profit from it.
The Ashford family would bury the rape story, demand that Muyeol “take responsibility” for Anastasia,
and use the resulting relationship to tighten ties with Koryo Group,
while squeezing out support to check the other two Americas.
Koryo Group, in turn, would use the incident to break into the American continent,
under the pretext of a formal apology.
No matter how it unfolded or looked,
the bond between Koryo Group and the Ashford family could grow even stronger.
‘And that man... he’d probably be /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ disciplined for a while...
but at the same time, he’d be removed from the watchlist.’
A guy who’s satisfied as long as you toss him a woman.
He takes that role, feeds off the scraps tossed between the political games of the vice chairwomen and their daughters,
and waits for the perfect moment to swoop in.
That might be Go Muyeol’s whole strategy.
“Hoo—”
Her head felt hot.
She tried to calm herself with post-breakfast coffee.
“...?”
But—
the coffee tasted weird.
A flavor she’d never encountered in her life.
“...Why does this coffee taste like this?”
“Ah—w-we used the Sun Palace’s traditional brewing method. It’s a bit different from standard coffee, so—”
The secretary rambled on.
In short: it’s supposed to taste like this.
“.....”
Anastasia, who had never tasted semen before, stared for a moment.
Then, deciding it wasn’t worth fussing over, she drank it anyway.
“At first it tasted strange, but the more I drink, the better it is. Helps me think.”
“R-right?”
She emptied the whole cup and kept thinking.
From the way things were playing out, it looked like Go Muyeol had everything to gain by taking her, no matter how he did it.
The only thing left was her decision—
Should she call it rape?
Or should she just accept the situation, however distasteful, and start a physical relationship under the pretense of mutual benefit?
Honestly, it was already decided.
She’d just been too shocked yesterday to make a proper judgment.
‘Checkmate, huh.’
In every way, Go Muyeol struck her as cunning.
And maybe that was the only way he could’ve survived—
an orphan surrounded by three aunts and three female cousins.
“...Haa.”
How brutal must it be?
Three aunts.
Three cousins.
A six-on-one war.
Maybe he couldn’t even sleep at night.
Maybe he was haunted by nightmares.
++++
Yesterday.
He’d wasted several hours fucking the secretary in the room attached to Anastasia’s chamber.
He came inside her pussy, shoved it down her throat,
and blew loads all over her tits, stomach, ass, and thighs—
coating her body in cum.
Well...
“coating” might be a stretch.
But he definitely left cum all over her,
and told her not to wash it off.
She’d probably just rinse her face, brush her teeth, wash her hair—
and go about her day.
Which meant Anastasia would have to smell it whether she liked it or not.
And besides that—
he’d added just a hint of something into her drinks and food....
“...Tch. That was fucking stupid.” 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
It had seemed like a fun idea at the time,
but in the light of day, it felt petty as hell.
“Tch. That’s what she gets for resisting...”
—You fucking asshole.
“.....”
A warm morning message.
A text from Go Minji, brimming with emotion.
—Not even one message?
—We’re literally sleeping under the same roof
—You could’ve at least said
—“Good night, noona”
—Or sent a text
—If you were that busy, you could’ve sent a dick pic or something
—Seriously
—Not one word
—You just left me hanging
—You wanna fucking die or what
Why was she so pissed off?
Oh, right—Go Minji hadn’t gotten laid yesterday.
“Hm.”
Well, now it made sense.
Before coming to Pyongyang, they’d basically been living together for almost a week, constantly fucking.
Now, they were in the same house and he hadn’t even touched her in 24 hours.
Of course she’d react like that.
“But then she should’ve messaged first.”
I’ve got too many women to manage.
...
Even if, technically, I didn’t contact any of them yesterday.
—Did your period start today or something?
—Why the fuck are you picking a fight this early
—You piece of shit
—Seriously
—You’re being such a fucking dick
—Middle finger emoji
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
—Middle finger
She must really be mad.
Normally she’d drag it out, ranting for a good fifteen minutes.
But this time?
Just a fuck-ton of middle fingers, then silence.
“...Sigh.”
He figured he’d smooth things over later and turned to planning his day.
—Buzz.
His phone vibrated again.
He assumed it was Go Minji—of course it was—
and opened the chat.
TrashCunt: Congratulations
TrashCunt: (fireworks) The Prince on a White Horse (fireworks)
TrashCunt: Cheers to our dear Muyeol on his great conquest! (fireworks)
TrashCunt: (photo)
TrashCunt: (photo)
TrashCunt: (photo)
TrashCunt: Bet that white horse tasted good, huh?
TrashCunt: So what does Yankee pussy taste like?
TrashCunt: Is it tight?
“.....”
That crazy bitch didn’t even send it privately—she blasted it in the group chat.
Several photos of him entering Anastasia’s bedroom last night.
Where the fuck did she even get those?
Go Hayan: ?
Go Hayan: What is that?
TrashCunt: What do you think it is?
TrashCunt: Our dear Muyeol
TrashCunt: Took a big bite out of that white horse lol
TrashCunt: That’s where Anastasia or whatever sleeps
TrashCunt: Oh man
TrashCunt: Poor Hayan, huh?
TrashCunt: You’re even behind the white girl he just met yesterday
TrashCunt: LMAO
Go Hayan: Shut up
Go Seonyul: Muyeol...
Go Seonyul: Is that true?
Go Seonyul: You didn’t even message me last night
Go Seonyul: And you went there?
Go Seonyul: Really?
Go Seonyul: Muyeol
TrashCunt: Come on
TrashCunt: What’s there to ask?
TrashCunt: He’s basically saying we’re all already caught
TrashCunt: Except Hayan lol
TrashCunt: Damn, I’m jealous, Hayan
TrashCunt: You’re still not one of the caught fish
TrashCunt: Maybe he actually cares about you
TrashCunt: HAHAHA
Go Hayan: I said shut the fuck up
“...God save me.”
