I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 434

Of course, taking Anastasia wasn’t just a one-time thing.

She was my first taste of a white horse—there’s no way I’d just let her go, no matter how packed my schedule was.

I did it as many times as I physically could, savoring every inch of her body as I ravaged her.

I must’ve come inside her at least four or five times, but I wasn’t really keeping count. I was too deep in the sex, too consumed by the feel of a woman’s body.

Her scent was way stronger than I expected.

Almost like a cigar, if I had to compare it.

If I were being generous, I’d say it was a “strong fragrance,” but depending on the Western woman, the body odor might be so bad you’d want to plug your nose.

In Tasha’s case, she was on the good side. Even just burying your nose in her skin, the scent was bearable. And when she got aroused, that lewd smell that stimulated lust hit the nose directly—so much so that, when I was really going at it, I’d suddenly get dizzy from how turned on I was.

Good thing the smell itself was pleasant.

That said, her body odor was still pretty damn strong. If I tried to take more than two or three Western women at once, I’d probably need time to adjust.

Like, say, Charlotte and Vivian—the other two Americans.

I haven’t gotten a direct whiff from them yet, but judging from the subtle fragrance I picked up when we first met yesterday, it probably won’t be easy.

Of course, that’s only if I take them all at once. One-on-one? Whether it’s Vivian or Charlotte, I can pound them all I want.

“I don’t really care if you go back and report that I raped you or not—but I hope you’re aware that you’re my woman now.”

“...”

“I’m not into sharing.”

“...”

“That said, don’t suddenly claim you’re pregnant or anything. Who knows how my aunts would react. There’s birth control in that drawer—go ahead and take some. Or, you know, I could just get you sterilized for five years or so.”

“...”

After showering, I spoke while being dressed by Seunghee and Baekseol.

The hours-long, intense sex was finally over. By the time we finished, lunch had already come and gone.

By now, my aunts were probably busy with their own schedules. No need to keep avoiding them.

I’ll just read the mood and calm each of them down, one by one.

In other words—divide and conquer. If I try to deal with them all at once, there’s no winning.

“I’m not going to report you, so at least keep the condition I asked for.”

“Heh.”

Even after being raped, Anastasia was still dignified.

She no longer spoke to me in honorifics.

“The condition... Right. The condition. I’ll keep it. What was it again? Not to get in the way while you take America?”

I gave her a generous nod.

I’m not even asking her for help—just to stay out of my way. That much, I can agree to.

In fact, once I stabilize Incheon, I’m planning to get directly involved anyway.

“In return, I’ll help you take over the Ashford family.”

“I thought I said I don’t need your help.”

“And I thought I said I’m not into sharing.”

“What—”

I finished buttoning up my shirt and stepped closer to her.

“I can’t stand seeing my woman get pushed around by anyone. If something unexpected happens because of that, I’m going to be pissed—really pissed.”

“...”

“I’ll only take what I deserve, nothing more. So don’t start throwing around that useless pride of yours.”

“...”

Tasha glared at me with blazing eyes and bit her lip.

Her thick makeup had been completely smeared from being so roughly fucked, yet her face was still strikingly beautiful.

When she’s got makeup on, she looks like some commanding military unnie, but without it... she’s like a sharp-tongued heiress.

There was even an intelligent aura I hadn’t sensed when we first met. I bet she’d look great in glasses.

Personally, I prefer the heavy makeup look, but this side of her wasn’t bad either.

“Anyway—”

I held out my hand to her.

“We’ve gotten pretty close, don’t you think? Let’s get along, yeah?”

“...”

She continued to glare daggers at me—but in the end, she took my hand and gripped it tightly.

“Yes, Mr. Scoundrel.”

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Click.

I opened Anastasia’s door and stepped ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) out—only to find a guest waiting.

The guest looked like she was just about to knock, but when I opened the door first, she froze, staring at me with a surprised expression.

Then suddenly, You!, she shrieked, pointing at me.

“Ahem, e-excuse me, but why are you here? This is Miss Anastasia Ashford’s room, as far as I know.”

A woman with golden ringlet buns.

Not the kind of ridiculous anime-style twin buns, but more like two palms' worth of rolls tied up at the ends of her long, straight hair.

Overall, she gave off serious royal or noble vibes.

Even though her country has some laughable name like the National Human Rights Federation for Comprehensive Equality in the name of “universal equality,” she’s an arrogant, holier-than-thou brat to the core.

...I was planning to rape her too.

But now that I’ve already raped Anastasia, my interest’s waned a bit.

I still plan to screw her eventually, just... maybe in a different way.

“Before that—this is the Solar Palace, which also happens to be my family’s estate.”

“Are you seriously saying that right now? A grown man walking out of a lady’s room—if you don’t have a damn good reason, that’s unacceptable!”

“Your approval isn’t required, so if it’s too hard for you, feel free not to accept it.”

“W-what did you say?”

“Anyway, Miss Vivian, what brings you here?”

Even as she crossed her arms with a displeased look, she answered smoothly.

“She didn’t attend the second session of the National Integration Council. She gave notice in advance, sure, but didn’t state a reason. And now I see you walking out of her room, so it’s hard not to assume you're the reason Miss Ashford didn’t show up.”

“Yes. I am.”

Because I was too busy fucking her to let her attend.

“...What exactly is going on here? Why were you coming out of her room?”

“Am I obligated to answer that?”

“You’re not, but if you don’t, we’ll have to assume you’re trying to forge a... ‘close relationship’ with Ashford on behalf of our organization, FORCE.”

“Sure. Assume that.”

“...So that is what’s happening?”

“No. I just mean, you’re free to assume whatever you want.”

I was half answering on instinct now, but she must’ve been pissed—she snorted and planted her hands on her hips.

“You’re not playing games with me, are you?”

“Why would I play games with you, Miss Vivian? I’ve got... other things I’d rather do with you.”

Like sex.

“You really have no intention of giving a proper answer, do you? Fine. Do you have anything else to say to me?”

“Do you have anything you’d like to say to me, Miss Vivian?”

“Don’t answer a question with a question!”

“A question is an answer.”

“What kind of nonsense—!”

Ah. This is going nowhere.

“How about this—stop by my room later tonight. I’ll make time for you then. Right now, I’m busy.”

I gave her a wink and grabbed a firm handful of her luscious ass.

As her eyes bulged in shock, I casually walked past her.

“H-Hey!!!”

Her shout stabbed me right in the back of the head.

I half-expected her to come chasing after me—but thankfully, she didn’t.

“Nice and plump.”

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“Hmm, so you came to me on your own. Should I be touched?”

I found Min-young.

She was in a large hall, chatting with several people over glasses of wine. When I showed up, she twitched her lips and followed me out.

“I’ve been busy. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Min-young.”

“Really?”

She asked with a teasing smile, then raised her head seductively and slowly ran her fingers along my body.

“You didn’t run away, huh? You weren’t answering your phone.”

“Run away? Come on.”

“Well then—answer the question I asked earlier—”

“Of course it’s you first, Min-young.”

“...Really?”

Maybe I answered too quickly.

She tilted her head, unconvinced.

I could see she was thinking, Is this bastard just saying that to smooth things over?—which, to be fair, was a perfectly reasonable suspicion.

A shared first place is still first place.

It’s a trashy excuse, but when I see Go Hayoung, I’ll say she’s number one too.

And when they both confront me later, I’ll give the same line.

Of course I’ll get slapped.

But there’s no other way.

“Of course. You were my first... Just like I was yours, right, Min-young?”

I whispered while holding her voluptuous body in my arms. She let out a soft, pleased hum.

Still, I could tell—she didn’t fully believe it.

“It sounds nice, but... I’m not sure it’s true. You’re saying I was your first?”

“Of course. Oh, unless you’re counting the toys, Min-young? You’re not, right?”

“....”

Thinking of her discriminatory mindset, I casually dismissed all the women I’d fucked as toys.

All the ones who weren’t Go family women—my secretaries, the countless pussy-holes I used—none of them counted.

My first was none other than Go Min-young.

“My first was you, Min-young.”

“Hah... What am I supposed to say to that~? I don’t know how to feel.”

“A man never forgets his first woman. Not even in death.”

Which means Min-young is my number one.

When I whispered that, she finally let out a genuine laugh and pulled me close.

Whether she believed me or just wanted to—

“I’ll let myself be fooled for now, Muyeol.”

H-Hey, “let yourself be fooled”...?

I-It’s true though.