I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 431
“Who do you think~, is the number one in our Muyeol’s heart~?”
The voice was sweet and whispering, almost seductive—but I could tell. There was nothing warm between the two of them right now...!
‘W-Was this a trap...?!’
It wasn’t like I walked into it myself—I was practically dragged here—but one way or another, I really shouldn’t have come in.
If I screw this up, I might seriously die.
“Is it me~, or my sister~?”
“Me, or her?”
Their voices, along with their hot breaths brushing into my ears, sent chills down my spine instead of arousal.
Normally, my ears are a weak spot, so I’d have been hard as a rock already—but right now... I mean, yeah, being sandwiched between Go Hayoung and Go Min-young like this is insanely arousing, but more than that, I’m breaking into a cold sweat.
‘But even now, they don’t think their daughters could be first...’
They’re basically asking who’s going to be the legal wife, and they’re both so confident about it. Their own daughters? Obviously second-tier. The only ones they even recognize as rivals are their own sisters.
And if someone else’s name suddenly slipped out of my mouth right now, this could blow up into something huge.
“W-Why are you suddenly saying that...?”
“It’s not sudden. I already know the answer, but this clueless bitch keeps clinging to you~. So I figured, let’s ask Muyeol directly. Go on, tell her. Tell her she’s just a fuckbuddy and nothing more.”
Go Min-young coaxed me while pressing a kiss to my cheek with a soft smooch.
Her smile stretched out wide beside me, so pretty it was terrifying.
“Sis~, what the hell are you saying? You’ve been spouting nonsense all day~. A vice president really shouldn’t behave like that~.”
From behind me, where she was hugging me tightly, Go Hayoung didn’t kiss me—she slid her hand down and stroked my crotch instead.
My half-hardened guy, which had been reacting to the mood, was helplessly getting harder again.
“I’m just stating facts, but she doesn’t «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» believe it. You’ve got trust issues.”
“That’s not trust issues~, it’s just bullshit. Who’d believe that?”
“Both of you, please, calm down. Why don’t we have some tea over—”
“Can you answer now?”
“So, uh—”
“She’s being way too aggressive, right? I feel the same. There’s no tyrant like her. I’m sorry on her behalf, okay?”
Please.
Please don’t fight with me stuck in the middle.
No, seriously—
You’re actually fighting with me in the middle!!
I wish they’d at least back off a little. Their voices were attacking both my ears at once, I thought I might go crazy.
“I gave Muyeol an island, a knight, my daughter, my body, my heart—I gave him everything. What did you give him? That unimpressive body of yours?”
“I gave him a lot too~!”
This argument showed no sign of cooling down.
The two of them, wedging me between them, pressed their bodies tighter against mine like they’d planned it together.
Every time they did, I was crushed between four massive breasts and all their soft, curvy flesh—squeezed and overwhelmed.
It felt like I was the dick being shoved into a pussy or something.
It was absurd.
“Even when Muyeol sleeps with my daughter, he brings me along. He can’t do it without me.”
Wait, what the hell....
“Sis, do you hear yourself? Are you saying it’s a two-for-one deal now? What are you, a convenience store? You really sell your body like that~?”
“That just shows how badly he wants all of me. Isn’t that right, Muyeol? He’s addicted. Our Muyeol.”
“He can’t get off with just you, so he brings in your daughter. Me? I’ve never needed to go that far~. My body alone is more than enough to satisfy him♥. I don’t need to toss in my daughter... fufu.”
“You mean you couldn’t give him your daughter. That girl of yours couldn’t even cuddle up to him.”
“....”
“A daughter is her mother’s mirror, isn’t she? If you’ve got no charm, your daughter’s gonna be the same.”
No, come on now....
“...Hey, you wanna die?”
“Watch your mouth when you talk to your sister. What, didn’t get raised properly?”
“H-Hey, both of you, seriously, calm down.”
Crrrk.
“Gahhk.”
“You’ve got a lot of nerve for someone who couldn’t even score without her daughter~. Bragging about how you can’t satisfy him on your own?”
“Who said I couldn’t satisfy him? I gave Minji to Muyeol. As a gift.”
That’s...
Not exactly accurate.
“Really? I don’t believe that. Hey, Muyeol, did you do it in the backdoor with your sister too?”
“Whaaat??”
Why is everyone going off the rails like this??
“...What? In the back?”
Go Min-young blinked like she didn’t understand, and Go Hayoung chuckled sweetly by my ear.
She gave off this seductive vibe like a gumiho out of a movie.
“See? You don’t need to use her body to know—it’s a dud♥. No need to even try the back~.”
“....”
“That’s why you never even considered it, right? Ah~! Maybe Minji’s better♥. You want her, but can’t dump your sister, so you do a 1+1 deal... Oh no~, your poor sister’s even losing to her daughter~.”
Crrrk.
I could hear teeth grinding.
It was Go Min-young.
“You sound like you’ve tried it.”
“Me~? I was going to try it today♥.”
She answered with a smug little smirk and a hint of relief.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me. You didn’t even do it yourse—”
“I’m training. With Muyeol♥.”
“...Wh-what?”
“I’ve been slowly opening up. You haven’t, have you, sis?”
Shit.
I can’t stay here.
If I stay, I’m dead.
“Muyeol said he wanted to try backdoor too... so I’ve been stretching myself♥. Don’t believe me? Wanna feel? I’m still... fufu.”
“....”
Slide—
Go Min-young looked at me with eyes cold enough to freeze fire.
BZZZ.
Then, mercifully, my phone rang.
A golden-fucking-lifesaver.
“Uh, excuse me, I need to take this—!”
“That’s what matters to you right now?”
“M-My grandfather! He said he’d be calling!”
My grandfather was the one who threw me into this pit and ran—so I’ll throw him under the bus too.
I summoned every ounce of strength I had to forcibly pry the two of them off me and practically sprinted away.
“Muyeol, you—!”
Caller ID: Ra Seunghee.
Looks like she’s been looking for me since I got dragged in here.
I picked up immediately.
—“Mas—,”
“Ah! Yes! Grandfather! Hello!”
—“...Excuse me?”
“You’re saying I have to come right now? Okay, I’ll be there right away.”
—“...”
Seunghee sounded confused at first but quickly got the hint and dropped a location pin.
“I’m so sorry! It’s urgent—we’ll talk later, I swear!”
“You...!”
And I ran for it.
Their dumbfounded gazes still lingered in my head, but first I had to live. Then I could plan for tomorrow.
I burst out of the room and bolted through the crowd.
“Master!”
And finally, I reunited with Seunghee.
She was with Baekseol.
“You two—come with me.”
Just in case, I led them into an empty room.
“What happened? You’re drenched in cold sweat, Master.”
“Your heart rate is above baseline.”
“Whew...”
Now that I was safe, I collapsed on the bed.
Thought I was gonna die.
‘I expected trouble, but I didn’t think they’d just straight-up ask.’
I’d been worried from the moment I showed up—after all, I was involved with four of the six Go women.
But I never imagined Go Min-young and Go Hayoung would team up, kidnap me, and flat-out demand to know who my number one was.
That blatant....
‘Was it because of Go Minji stirring shit up?’
That little brat went nuts in the group chat this morning and sent photos to Min-young. Maybe that fired them up and caused all this.
Maybe she even sent the photos to Hayoung too.
They probably figured, since I keep adding women, it was time to confront me.
‘That damn lunatic.’
Just how much more karmic debt are you planning to rack up, Go Minji!!!
“God, I seriously almost died.”
“...Excuse me?”
“Assassination? But I didn’t sense—”
“Hayoung and Min-young dragged me into a room.”
“Ah.”
“And then asked who my number one was. Jesus.”
“You really almost died.”
For even Seunghee—who’s usually cold and indifferent, unlike former secretary Soo-ah—to empathize, this really was a life-or-death crisis.
“You’ve returned alive from the brink of death, my lord.”
“Even you think so?”
“Yes.”
Even Baekseol joined in.
God. I have actual chills.
“...So what now? I mean, I ran for it, but.”
Obviously, it’s not over just because today ended.
Those two will corner me again every time they get the chance, asking the same damn question—and what the hell am I supposed to answer?
“When I’m with Hayoung, I should say she’s number one. And when I’m with Min-young, I should say she is.”
“That’s the standard play, but—”
“If they ever share notes, I’m fucked.”
“Exactly. That’s why I didn’t answer. From how they stormed in together, it looks like they already coordinated.”
At first it seemed like they were targeting Grandpa, but judging by what they said, that wasn’t it.
They were after me from the beginning—and used the Grandpa excuse just to scare him off, knowing he’d run for the hills.
“Did they really ask you that directly? About who your legal wife would be?”
“Ah, not in so many words. They just asked who was ‘first.’ But same difference. Hayoung said, ‘Is it me or my sister?’ and Min-young said, ‘Me or her?’ It’s like everyone else doesn’t even register. The confidence was unreal....”
“Hmm. Then...”
Seunghee thought for a moment, then spoke.
“I think they came to narrow the field.”
“...What do you mean?”
“There are eight in the Go family. The Chairman, you, the three Vice Presidents, and the three young ladies.”
“Yeah.”
“If they just asked who the legal wife is, it’d be one out of six. But if it’s ‘me or her,’ then it’s one out of two.”
“...Right.”
“They came to set the stage—to frame it as one of them two being the legal wife.”
“....”
“The matter of who’s really number one? That can come later. But for now, they wanted to establish that it’s either one of them.”
“Wait... seriously?”
“That’s how I see it.”
Now that I think about it...
Yeah, that was the wording.
Me, or her?
One of the two.
They didn’t even spare a glance for the other four—especially not their own daughters, who they treated like freebie giveaways.
It was all a tactic.
‘And now that I think about it, the fact they came barging in together—’
Maybe they really did plan this together.
‘But when they were fighting, that part felt pretty genuine too....’
“Well, it’s a chaebol family. There’s no way there isn’t politics.”
“I mean, true, but what kind of family politics is this?”
What a terrifying family.
