I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 432
Bzzz.
“....”
As I finally took a break, my phone started ringing again.
It’d been going off every few minutes—and every time, it was either Go Hayoung or Go Min-young.
Come on... I used Grandpa as an excuse to get away. Can’t they just give it a rest? But no—they just keep calling me.
“Master, you can’t stay here forever, can you?”
“...Yeah, you’re right.”
It wouldn’t look bad per se, but if it got out that I was just hiding here to kill time, that’d stir up a whole different kind of mess.
There’s still a while until the next scheduled item, so I need an alibi.
“Let’s get out of here first.”
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“...So you brought me?”
“Sigh, yes. Honestly, in that desperate moment, no one else came to mind. And you just happened to be right in front of me. A godsend, really.”
“....”
“Good grief. Those two were ready to eat me alive. It was a very difficult situation. Look at this—these missed calls.”
Bzzz.
The phone vibrated again.
“As you can see, I’m basically on the run.” 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
“....”
I took a sip of water and undid my suffocating tie.
Sitting across from me with a half-bewildered, half-sullen expression was Anastasia.
I’d spotted her outside, headed somewhere, and dragged her straight into her own room.
She stared at me with clear displeasure, let out a long sigh, and took a sip of her tea.
“...Due to the disappointing conclusion of the Pan-American Unity Meeting, we’ve scheduled a second session. I’m sorry, but I really don’t have time to sit around here.”
“Pan-American Unity Meeting?”
“I’m not the only one attending. Two others came as well. Under the pretense of peace and prosperity for the United States... It’s more of a ceremonial act, really.”
“For a ceremonial act, you seem pretty invested. Scheduling a second session and all.”
“There needs to be some tangible outcome. And my afternoon schedule got canceled.”
“So I kidnapped you and now you can’t go?”
“If you keep me locked up like this, yes.”
“This is your room, Tasha. ‘Locked up’ is a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
I stood up, completely removed my tie and tossed it aside, then shrugged off my jacket.
“That’s the bedroom over there, right?”
I strode into the same bedroom I’d seen last night and threw myself onto the bed without permission.
Anastasia followed, speechless, letting out a disbelieving laugh.
“Phew. Lying down feels great. Let’s just say we chatted for a few hours, yeah? You said you didn’t have any appointments.”
“I did say there’s a second session for the Unity Meeting.”
“You said it’s just ceremonial. And I talked with those people yesterday too. Didn’t exactly strike me as the most coherent conversationalists.”
One was a clumsy fool. The other, a haughty little princess.
Neither of them were worth having a serious conversation with.
“There’s no point. Just stay here with me.”
“...So you’re not even going to pretend to listen to me.”
“This bed smells nice. Guess because you were lying here earlier.”
“....”
I heard her grinding her teeth.
Our dear Tasha must be getting pissed.
Did I push it too far?
“Speaking of smells... I’ve been noticing something strange since this morning. A weird scent’s been lingering around me. I brought in a few people to check it out, but no one could figure it out.”
Of course they couldn’t.
I was the one who did it.
What was I supposed to say? “That’s from the semen your guest left behind”? I had to play dumb.
“I mean, really. You invite a guest from abroad and you can’t even control that much? Add Muyeol’s behavior on top of it and... I can’t help but feel like I’m being intentionally singled out and disrespected.”
“Oh, it is intentional. But it’s not disrespect.”
“Excuse me?”
“I just have a soft spot for beautiful women. If you’re ugly—or worse, a man—I tend to treat you like you’re not even human.”
“....”
“I’ve been going out of my way to treat you very well, in fact.”
“You’re not listening to a single word I’m saying. I’m telling you I had an unpleasant experience.”
Yeah, well—semen isn’t exactly known for being refreshing.
“Wanna lie down next to me?”
“Hah.”
That did it.
She snapped. Her anger was written all over her face as she stormed out of the bedroom without another word.
I left her to Seunghee, and instead summoned her secretary—the one I’d thoroughly enjoyed last night—into the bedroom.
“Mind if I borrow your secretary? She’s technically mine anyway.”
“...You’re going to do whatever you want either way, so go ahead.”
Tasha shot me a look of pure contempt and left for the living room.
“...Young Master....”
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SLAM.
Once the bedroom door shut behind them, Anastasia shook her head and collapsed onto the living room sofa.
She’d barely exchanged a few words with Go Muyeol, but she already felt completely drained.
“They don’t seem like the kind of people you can have a real conversation with, huh? ...Jeez.”
Muttering in frustration, she glanced over at Seunghee and Baekseol, Go Muyeol’s secretary and personal bodyguard—and immediately shut her mouth.
‘He’s more thorough than I thought...’
At this point, it was hard to believe it was “just acting.”
But still, Anastasia was convinced Go Muyeol was putting on a performance.
And the proof? The fact that he was being hunted by his own aunts.
For god’s sake, he even said he almost got eaten alive. And judging by the way they kept calling him non-stop, they weren’t letting him breathe for a second.
Especially on a day like today—they were probably after him harder than ever.
Which meant Go Muyeol had no choice but to dive headfirst into his role as a scoundrel.
‘Well, yeah. You’d have to be this ruthless to survive in a place like this.’
She reluctantly messaged Charlotte and Vivian to let them know she wouldn’t be attending the meeting.
She debated whether to bring up Go Muyeol—but in the end, decided to mention him. Partly to help the guy out, partly to elevate her own position.
The response was explosive.
Charlotte and Vivian both lost it, furious that she met with the Koryo heir behind their backs.
It was quite the scene.
“Excuse me, Chief Secretary?”
“Yes?”
“Do you... smell it too?”
“...What do you mean?”
“There was a weird smell lingering around me, since this morning... huh?”
It was gone.
The scent that had been haunting her since morning—it had vanished.
“Never mind... it’s nothing.”
She bowed her head slightly and stepped back, puzzled.
Why had the smell disappeared, just now?
The only thing that had changed...
Was that the secretary who’d been attached to her all day had just been dragged off by Go Muyeol.
‘...But I already checked. She didn’t smell like it.’
It was rude, but she couldn’t stand it anymore.
In the end, she checked the other secretaries too—brought her nose close, took their jackets off.
All she smelled was perfume. No sign of that distinct musky stench.
Of course, if she had checked the lower body—the part with a pussy—she might’ve confirmed it immediately... but she couldn’t go that far.
Still, despite all that, the smell had vanished the moment that one secretary left.
"Ah—!"
“...?!”
A voice rang out from the bedroom.
The secretary’s moans started to rise.
"Ahh—! Aaang!"
“Phew...”
Anastasia closed her eyes.
She was already on edge from the scent and Go Muyeol’s vulgar behavior—and now he was having sex again? Right in front of her?
At the very least, he could’ve been discreet—
“W-Wait! That’s my bed—! Hey!”
She leapt up and marched straight to the bedroom door.
She was about to throw it open—then hesitated.
Inside... surely that scene was unfolding.
Was it really okay to go in?
“....”
Crrrk.
Grinding her teeth again, she took a deep breath and decided to knock instead.
Knock knock.
“Excuse me. I can hear everything—wait, before that, that’s my bed! The least you could do is change locations, don’t you think?!”
But there was no response from Go Muyeol.
The only thing she heard—
Squish!
—was the wet slap of him pounding away between the secretary’s legs.
"M-My lord...! Aaang!"
The secretary’s moans were flushed with desire.
And Go Muyeol? He was going on about how tasty she was or whatever.
“...This bastard.”
She’d reached her limit.
No—more ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) than that, this was disrespectful to herself.
Even if he was the heir to Koryo Group—no matter how much “acting” he was doing—this was too far.
She had to say something.
BANG—!
She flung the bedroom door open and stormed inside.
“On my bed—!”
And there it was.
Go Muyeol, stark naked, was pounding away on top of his equally naked secretary.
From behind, it was an unbelievably lewd sight.
But the real problem was—
That goddamn smell.
The very same smell that had been tormenting her since morning now hit her like a wave—intense and overwhelming.
“Guh...!”
It was so strong, her head went fuzzy for a second.
‘Th-This smell—!!’
At last, the pieces clicked into place in her mind.
The strange scent that had haunted her all day—the rumors she’d heard about the scent of semen—all of it combined into a single truth:
The thing that had been tormenting her since morning was... Go Muyeol’s semen.
“You... you didn’t...!”
“Oh, what, you came in after all? That secretary I stuck you with? She’s tasty. So yeah, I had some fun with her last night.”
