I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 440

"Fine, you should go now."

"Yes. Then."

With a polite gesture, she gathered her things, stood up, and bowed once more.

Park Hyejeong looked up at her with a somewhat displeased expression, then clicked her tongue and stood as well.

"And, if you keep showing up like this, it’s going to be a problem. I’m the Director of the Intelligence Committee, you know. I’m the one assigned to monitor you."

"..."

Even though her tone carried a sharp edge, the other woman showed no particular reaction.

After a brief silence, she answered.

"Of course. I’m well aware."

"Yeah, right. And someone who knows that still comes to see me like this? Let me do my job, would you?"

"I’ve troubled you. I apologize. I’ll be more careful moving forward."

The other woman apologized without resistance.

But Park Hyejeong was still fuming.

"Assemblywoman Heo Yewon."

"What?"

"I hope your parents’ business does well."

"You’ve got to be kidding me—"

"I wish you the very best."

Staring after the woman leaving the office, Park Hyejeong only exhaled once she heard the door close.

She turned her eyes to the potted plant sitting on her desk.

A tiny cactus—covered in little prickly thorns but still cute in its own way.

A gift, supposedly, from the woman who’d just vanished—someone from the National Intelligence Service.

Just then, the door clicked open and her aide walked in.

"Oh, come on! Do you even realize where you are?! This is the kind of situation where we should be begging them to let it go, and she’s standing there all stiff like—"

Park Hyejeong, tuning out the aide’s babbling like static noise, swiped the cactus off her desk in irritation.

It hit the floor with a loud crash, shattering as soil scattered everywhere.

"Eek! A-Assemblywoman...!"

"She dares to threaten me? That bitch."

"Oh my god! A-Are you all right?!"

The aide scrambled to clean up the broken pot.

Park Hyejeong stared at her with a face full of annoyance before snapping at her.

"Forget it. Leave it. I’ll clean it up myself."

"Excuse me? But—"

"I said leave it."

"R-Right."

"Haa... More importantly, is the thing I asked you to do done?"

"Ah, well, they said there are procedures on their side too... Ugh, that guy is such a coward. I don't know what kind of preservation instinct he's operating under, but it’s going to take some more—"

The aide trailed off as Park Hyejeong fixed her with a searing glare, then shut her mouth like a clam and lowered her head.

"I-I’ll go back and really drive it home this time!"

"Get a definite answer."

"Y-Yes, ma’am..."

Once the aide hurriedly gathered her things and left the office, Park Hyejeong, now alone, let out a sigh.

“Phew...”

Then, with her foot, she stepped on the pile of cactus soil scattered across the floor, spreading it around.

As she crushed the pitiful plant matter underfoot, something out of place was revealed.

A micro-sized, high-performance bugging device.

A terrifying little piece of tech—despite its tiny size, it could cover an entire building.

“What the hell do pencil-pushers behind desks think they know, always messing with people?!”

She stomped on it with irritation.

Still not satisfied, she ground it underfoot again and again, then poured water over it, finishing the job and silencing the device for good.

Whoever planted it likely never expected it to be left alone.

Hiding a bug in a cactus—a plant that doesn’t need much watering—was just too obvious.

It was merely a message. That the organization was watching her.

“So fucking annoying.”

After venting for a while like that, she raked a hand through her hair and sat down, trying to calm herself.

“Take it slow... just take it slow. Why is it so hard for people to understand that...?”

Lately—

That is, ever since she was appointed an executive of the Incheon Public Security Recovery Advocacy Association and rose to the position of Director of the Intelligence Committee—

The National Intelligence Service... or more precisely, Abyss, had made contact.

The gist of it was simple: the situation in Incheon was becoming urgent, so they wanted her to establish a solid foundation for Abyss to operate there.

That much, Park Hyejeong had agreed to. She saw it as a good opportunity—and besides, she was an agent, fundamentally.

So she’d roped in agents posing as her parents and set up a scheme that made it look like just another petty corruption scandal, so she could get involved in the Namdong Industrial Complex redevelopment project.

All to establish a branch of Abyss there.

And while she was at it... it wouldn’t hurt to make a little money, too.

But when you commit corruption, you need results to balance it out.

So she stayed busy with the kind of things a Director of the Intelligence Committee was expected to do.

Like dragging in the NIS and other intelligence agencies just to humiliate them, nitpicking budget issues, demanding they disclose classified operational histories, or proposing legislation to limit their scope of activity—things like that.

But all of that was just to earn trust, and in the end, it would all be quietly buried.

She had to do at least that much if she wanted to be trusted by her side—by the Party and Go Muyeol, that is.

“There’s no way they actually think I’d betray them, right?”

She’d even given a heads-up in advance.

That she was going to take certain actions, but it was all part of the operation.

Still, whether it was because they didn’t trust her—or just because Park Hyejeong’s influence had grown too strong—

The NIS and Abyss had started pressing her from different angles.

Basically, they kept reminding her not to forget her identity as an agent.

“Who the hell do they think they’re messing with...”

After everything she’d done—everything she’d sacrificed—for the country and the organization.

She’d risked her life, throwing herself into undercover missions without complaint, and it was she who first recognized the hidden danger that Go Muyeol posed—long before the organization did—and reported it to the higher-ups.

And she was the one who found a way to extend what should’ve been a short-term undercover mission lasting only a few days and managed to drag it out until now.

She was literally putting her life on the line for the sake of the nation and the organization... and this is how they treat her??

“Fuck...! Should I just burn it all down?! Huh?!”

Honestly, she wanted to go rogue.

Of course, that wasn’t actually possible...

The only reason Park Hyejeong was able to enjoy her current power and money was because she was disguised as Assemblywoman Heo Yewon.

If that identity were to be exposed... then naturally, it would all be confiscated. She’d be dragged off by Go Muyeol, tortured to hell and back, and then disposed of.

“Ugh. My fucking life.”

But if you looked at it another way—

As long as her identity wasn’t exposed...

If she could crush the NIS into silence and make sure every last person who knew who she really was disappeared beneath the waves...

Then she could keep living as Heo Yewon and bask in unimaginable power.

“...Let’s all behave so I don’t start getting any funny ideas. Yeah??”

Grinning to herself at empty air, Park Hyejeong flipped her middle finger toward the void.

That alone was enough to blow off the stress from earlier and start to steady her mood again—

Just then, one of her staffers banged urgently on the office door.

– A-Assemblywoman!!

“What noow?!”

– C-Call request!!

“Whooo—”

– It’s a Level A call!!

Park Hyejeong shot to her feet—only to trip over her chair and stumble.

Level A call.

That meant a summons from the top-ranking party member in the Peaceful Future Incheon Party—

In simpler terms, Go Muyeol was calling for her.

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“The conflict between Incheon and the mainland is at its worst in recorded history.

The government, public opinion—everything is drenched in hostility. At this point, it wouldn’t be surprising if a war broke out.”

“So they’re really going through with the separation, huh.

Still doesn’t feel real.”

After summoning Park Hyejeong, I started going through all the overdue reports.

I’m someone from Incheon. And I’m the one who owns Incheon—

So naturally, I pay the most attention to its fate.

“Parliament has decided to give the mayor of Incheon one final chance until next month.

If she still refuses the summons then, they’ve made it clear they’ll proceed with a forcible execution.”

“We can’t have that.

Summoning my damn bitch like that? That pisses me off. Keep blocking it.”

“Yes, sir. As you previously instructed, Mayor Jung Mina is preparing to mobilize Incheon’s police and military forces to prevent it. Just like last time.”

“She’s got protection too, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then that’s handled... What about the Namdong Industrial Complex?”

“It’s progressing smoothly.

All the zoning changes have been finalized—”

While we were getting through business as usual, a report came in:

Assemblywoman Heo Yewon had arrived at Muyeol Land.

Originally, I’d planned to go to her myself—slip her some cash, ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) slip her something else while I was at it.

But there were a few things I wanted to show her, so I just called her here instead.

“Highest Council Member, reporting for duty!!”

“Oh. Yeah. Welcome.”

It had been a while since I’d last seen Hyejeong, and she’d shown up looking pretty damn fuckable.

Back when I first raped her, she’d thrashed around and resisted like crazy, and even afterward, she kept acting all prickly.

But now, she seemed to know how to bow her head—at least to some extent.

Whether that was part of her operation as a National Intelligence Service spy,

or whether she’d actually broken for real—I couldn’t tell.

“You’re looking fuckable as hell today, from head to toe.

Solid tits too. You working out lately?

That ass is perky, plump—perfect for grabbing.”

“...”

She still made that uncomfortable face whenever I threw blatant sexual harassment her way.

That, too, was a turn-on.

“...W-What did you call me for...?”

“What do you think?”

I stepped in close, wrapped my arm around her waist, and groped her tits however I pleased.

“Just felt like eating our dear Yewon again, it’s been a while.

Got something I wanna show you, too.”

“...”

“Just get in. We’ll talk on the way.”

I had Park Hyejeong get into one of the cars that operate inside Muyeol Land, and I got in next to her.

Our destination: the Correctional Zone.

Where my prison and tent village—no, correction, the celebrity holding facility—was being built.

“Our Yewon’s been working real hard lately, huh?

Word’s even gotten back to me.”

“Ah... y-yes, I’ve been doing my best.”

“I came back from Pyongyang with a whole mess of things weighing on my mind,

but hearing that our Yewon is handling things well—makes me feel better.

What was it recently? Some NIS director you dragged in and wrecked?

I saw the footage and was seriously impressed. You went in hard.”

“Ah... yes...”

I spread my legs slightly and took Park Hyejeong’s hand.

She glanced around, then slowly started caressing my cock over my pants, then pulled the zipper down and took it out.

As if to say “good job,” I grabbed her chin and brushed my fingers across her lips.

She clenched her eyes shut, trembling, then opened her mouth and went down on me.

“Umm...”

Her mouth wrapped around my cock—hot, tight.

Feeling her rhythm, which had gotten fairly skilled by now, I spoke.

“Your parents started a construction company, right?”

“Ukuw!!”

Startled, she tried to pull away, but I pressed down on the back of her head to hold her in place.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.

When you’re handling big business, it’s only natural to use family to skim a little off the top.

Do I look like the kind of guy who cares about loose change?”

To reassure her, I grabbed her thick, luscious ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

“I’m Go Muyeol, you know.”