I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 430
“Jesus Christ, I lost ten years off my life.”
The day before Victory Day.
Today, every single member of the family—including me—had an absolutely jam-packed schedule.
Normally, I would’ve found that annoying as hell,
but thanks to that delinquent Minji unleashing the Go Family Buster Call on me first thing in the morning,
I couldn’t have been more grateful.
Regardless of the reason, I now had an excuse to slip away.
With things as hectic as they were, I could cover it up with a few vague, rushed excuses and wriggle out of the situation.
Even if it was just postponing things for a while,
at least it gave me time to think.
And that—just being able to breathe for a moment—was precious.
‘You're dead, Go Minji. Seriously.’
Our sweet, chaotic Minji, who manages to land a massive bombshell every time I let my guard down,
was overdue for some explosive payback.
It wouldn’t calm her down completely, obviously,
but still. I had to do something.
‘How many creampies do I have to give her before she shuts up for a single damn day?’
Or maybe I should just fucking kidnap her, tape her mouth shut, and rape her for a full twenty-four hours.
Push her down while she kicks and moans—“Mmph, mmph”—
‘Would be kinda fun.’
Knowing Go Minji, she’d probably enjoy that kind of play too—at least a little.
But I’d have to be careful. God knows what twisted revenge she’d come up with afterward.
“Ha-ha-ha! Pleased to meet you, young master! I’m—”
“Ah, yes. Go Muyeol.”
I went through the motions while juggling those thoughts in my head.
Ever since yesterday, people had started gathering in Pyongyang.
Now the entire Sun Palace and practically all of the surrounding districts were overflowing with guests.
They ranged from the extended branches of Koryo Group to the highest rungs of society.
And plenty of foreign dignitaries too—people like Anastasia.
Especially from Asia—political and economic elites had packed the palace and its surroundings like sardines.
I didn’t bother counting, but it had to be in the tens of thousands.
‘Jesus. Doing this every year is a fucking job by itself.’
It was an endless cycle:
every ten seconds, a new person to greet, shake hands with, exchange names and a bit of small talk. On repeat.
Sometimes there were legit business conversations—
which felt fresh at first—
but eventually they all started to sound the same, and I forgot most of it.
Seunghee or Baek Seol probably remembered, whatever.
“That’s my grandson!”
Around 10 a.m., Grandpa started dragging me around.
Naturally, we met even more people—
but since these were folks Grandpa was meeting directly,
they were clearly higher up the food chain than the ones I’d been handling alone.
Not that it made any difference.
Every single one of them bowed so deep they nearly folded in half.
“Tired yet?”
We’d stepped away from the overcrowded main floor to a mezzanine balcony.
Looking down at the laughing, chatting masses below, Grandpa spoke again.
“Business, at its core, is about selecting people and putting them in the right spots.
And right now, we still need those people.”
“We still do?”
“Yeah. Still.”
“.....”
Was he talking about replacing them all with machines?
That “still” had a weird ring to it.
‘I mean... even just looking at the combat units... they’ve already topped 100,000.
Give it some more time and....’
And if Koryo Militaris actually finishes developing the AI Civilians project,
it wouldn’t be that far-fetched to imagine every single one of those people down there getting replaced.
If that happens...
‘Then all wealth and power will flow purely into our family.’
Not even the crumbs would need to be shared.
True wealth. True ownership.
But to be honest, once it reaches that point,
does ruling even mean anything?
Rulership only matters if there’s someone beneath you.
Replace everyone with inhuman systems, and the flavor of it all gets lost.
Personally, even if it costs more, I’d prefer to maintain human society as broadly as possible.
“That aside, the girls seemed fired up this morning. What happened?”
“Ah....”
Whenever Grandpa brought up the family, his weird dialect would slip out.
‘No point lying to Grandpa, huh?’
I decided to just give him a half-truth.
“...I ran into some American girls yesterday, you know?”
“.....”
“And, well, because of that—”
“Tch, tch, tch.”
He clicked his tongue and shook his head before I could even finish.
“Those damn aunts of yours—always getting in the way when their nephew’s trying to have some fun.”
“.....”
“It’s not like anyone’s proposing marriage! A guest arrives, you entertain them.
But those damn vice chairwomen got their panties in a twist over something so trivial.
And these are the ones I’m supposed to entrust the company to?”
He exhaled a disapproving sigh.
“Those bitches are doing it on purpose.
They want to keep me sitting in the chairman’s seat forever, so they don’t have to deal with it.
You think that’s reasonable?”
“You’re still going strong, Grandpa.”
“Going strong my ass. I’m a geezer who could drop any day now—what the hell are they doing, leaning on me like this?”
Not exactly “any day now.”
If anything, he looked younger than me.
He could probably keep going for another hundred years.
“Everyone else fights tooth and nail over shares and power, talking about ‘Succession Wars’ and all that bullshit.
But those girls?
Not a damn hint of ambition.
They’re planning to milk this old man till I die.”
“.....”
“Just keeping up with my weekly Go matches is hard enough.
Do you know how much mental energy that takes?
I lose three kilos every time I play. You know that?”
“Yeah... Go’s pretty demanding.
I mean, it is an Olympic event for a reason.”
“Exactly! It looks like some simple board game, but it’s brutal.
You’ve gotta run your brain at full throttle every second.
At my age, I should’ve retired and focused on that,
but those damn vice chairwomen are still clinging to me.
This is elder abuse. ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ Elder abuse, I tell you!”
“Still, isn’t it better when the family gets along?
You wouldn’t like it if they fought like savage sisters in some other household.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
He accepted it with a simple nod—
but he still didn’t look satisfied.
“Muyeol, you...
You’ve gotta step up.”
“...Me?”
“Yes, you, dammit.
You’ve got to be the anchor in the middle of all those fiery women.
If you don’t hold it together, they’ll all go off the rails.
Aren’t you my first grandson? You get what I’m saying?”
“I mean... can I really control them?”
“Of course you can! That’s your job!
That’s your duty! Understand?”
“.....”
“And another thing—”
“Dad!!”
Just as Grandpa was about to continue, a piercing voice rang out.
Go Hayoung.
Every head in the room turned toward us for a split second—
then awkwardly looked away.
“Dad, seriously—”
“T-that girl, again—what the hell’s she yelling about this time?”
Grandpa looked fed up.
And storming over toward us came Go Hayoung and Go Min-young, heels clicking with intimidating force.
They paused when they saw me—
just for a second—
then smirked like they were glad to see me.
‘Shit....’
Should I run?
I mean, I am standing right next to Grandpa—
“A-anyway.
Your role is important. Got that?”
“...Huh?”
Clearing his throat, Grandpa clapped me awkwardly on the shoulder—
then subtly nudged me toward the two aunts.
“Wait—Grandpa?”
“My time’s up.
I’ll see you at dinner, alright?”
“Wait, Grandpa?!”
And off he went, briskly walking away with Chief Jung—
in the opposite direction of the aunts.
“Wait, what—”
I froze, dumbfounded.
And in that moment, Go Hayoung and Go Min-young reached me.
They’d come here clearly aiming for Grandpa.
So why stop in front of me?
“Hey there, Muyeol.” 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Go Hayoung smiled sweetly,
“Did you have breakfast?”
And Go Min-young mirrored her tone, gently smiling as well.
“Ah... Y-yeah, of course. I’m doing fine.
I had breakfast too.
But I’ve got meetings all day, so maybe later tonight—”
I tried to dodge, mumbling excuses—
but both of them grabbed my arms.
Go Hayoung took the left.
Go Min-young took the right.
Squeeze.
They gripped hard—
so hard I nearly let out a grunt.
“Looks like Dad’s going to be walking around on our behalf,
so how about we take a break?”
“Yeah, Muyeol.
You’ve been running around all morning.
Dad doesn’t even realize how exhausting this is.
Making our poor Muyeol wander all over like this~.”
They had zero intention of letting me go.
Go Min-young stroked the arm she’d just clutched.
Go Hayoung, as if wrapping things up, patted my ass—
and just below that, my thigh.
“Let’s head inside and rest.
You look like you’re about to crash.”
“No, it’s fine—
Weren’t you just looking for Grandpa?”
“Hmm?
No, no. We can see him later~.”
But Grandpa—
“You thirsty?”
They didn’t give a single shit about the schedule.
And they dragged me into a nearby room.
Go Min-young burst through the door first.
Then me.
Then Go Hayoung came in last—
and locked the door behind her.
“.....”
Go Min-young turned around.
Her warm smile was gone—
replaced by something far more cynical.
Click.
“Muyeol.”
She stepped in close.
And from behind, Go Hayoung wrapped her arms around me—
her hands stroking across my chest.
“W-what are you—”
No way.
No fucking way.
Are they really about to... sister-threesome me?!
Slide.
Go Min-young closed the distance in front,
her hands competing with Hayoung’s as they explored me—
her face inching closer.
Then from behind, Hayoung leaned in over my shoulder.
Their faces flanked mine, each one whispering hot breath into my ears.
Go Min-young on the right.
Go Hayoung on the left.
And in perfect unison, they whispered—
“Who gets to go first?”
Oh, shit.
