I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 447

Using the data Minji-ah had sent, I simulated Agent A’s mental state and converted it into a dataset that could be absorbed at any time.

Simply put—it was now possible to download Agent A’s memories and personality.

For this, my own tech wasn’t enough. I had to borrow capabilities from both Prestige and Militaris. That process led me to make contact with Kang Hye-young, the chief secretary to Go Min-young. And, somehow, Min-young herself also “descended” into the scene, and for the first time in a while, we shared some intimacy.

Granted, it was through the medium of Kang Hye-young’s body—but Min-young still got to feel my cock and my touch. I suppose that counts. If anything, I was the one feeling oddly unsettled, given that what I touched was Kang Hye-young’s flesh.

“It’s in place successfully.”

“How about Park Hyejeong and the other agent—any signs?”

“No noticeable changes.”

The infiltration as Agent A was handled by Ma Yeonju.

The downside was her drug dependency, which required ongoing management, but she had recovered significantly over time, restoring much of her stats—and frankly, we didn’t have that many suitable cards to use in the intel team.

Even if she could absorb Agent A’s knowledge and memories, time was still a factor. It wasn’t an instant, flawless process—she’d need a period to fully internalize the data and portray the role convincingly. Until then, she would have to rely on improvisation and social skill.

Ddan-ddo was out from the start.

Sure, she’d lived in the Namdong Industrial Complex for a long time, handling various requests, but that had nothing to do with impersonating someone. Social skills? Nonexistent. She was more like a cat.

So Ddan-ddo was out.

Seo Eunmi had the skillset for infiltration missions, but her hostility toward the NIS was far too strong.

And was she perfect at hiding her emotions? Not at all. Back when she was my personal spy, I would fuck her whenever I wanted, and she’d always subtly show her distaste. Sure, that was hot as hell, but in an infiltration scenario, it was a liability. People like Park Hyejeong or Agent B—sharp-eyed and naturally suspicious—would pick up on those tiny tells.

So Seo Eunmi was out too.

That left my second exclusive knight, Eun-hwa, and the Archfiend, Sung Harin, that Minji-ah had “gifted” me—but both of them were far too overwhelming to pass as normal humans. Even standing still, they exuded an unmistakable aura.

So they were out as well.

Which left only Ma Yeonju—and luckily, she was a specialist in this exact field.

She was even more experienced than Seo Eunmi as a former NIS agent, with decent combat ability and sharp acting skills.

She could smoothly handle most crises, and even in difficult situations, her background meant she could mimic the improvisation patterns common among agents.

Put crudely—she had less of a “scent.” She was a human optimized for infiltration.

“Just in case they share information among themselves and react later, keep watching.”

“Yes.”

“And make sure you intercept all of Park Hyejeong’s communications.”

“That’s already in place.”

“Good.” 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Now, all I could do was monitor things and hope Yeonju settled into her role as Agent A without raising suspicion.

Once she’d gotten to that stage, we’d abduct Agent B and replace her as well.

That way, we’d have both of Park Hyejeong’s paired agents under our control—pushing her even further away from the NIS.

Later, we could even insert Yeonju directly into the Abyss.

I had no idea how tight their security really was, but once the Park Hyejeong matter was settled, it was worth attempting.

“Seung-hee, how’s Hyejeong’s spending?”

“She’s getting looser. Noticeably more than before.”

With the Agent A matter more or less under control, I turned my eyes to our Hyejeong.

She was burning through the money I’d given her like water—recently buying an expensive car and even contracting two more houses.

On top of that, she’d withdrawn a huge sum in cash—most likely to hand over as operational funds for Agents A and B.

So on one hand, she was funding her paired agents’ activities, while on the other, fully indulging in Heo Yewon’s lifestyle of excess.

It’s quite the cover, really. If you have to waste money to avoid suspicion, why not do it lavishly?

It hadn’t been that long since she’d broken into the heart of Incheon’s power structure, but the difference from when we first met was stark. Compared to the original Heo Yewon, Park Hyejeong was now far more extravagant and temperamental.

“There are also quite a few reports of power abuse. She’s been causing enough trouble to create PR fires that need putting out.”

“PR fires?”

“Yes. Recently, she’s kicked a subordinate in the shin for failing to follow orders and even thrown objects at them.”

“Acting?”

“It’s possible.”

So it wasn’t just money—she was getting drunk on power too.

If this wasn’t an act, then she really was walking right into the story I wanted.

Judging from the trend, it did look like her spending and greed for power were genuinely growing. But I couldn’t be certain without testing it.

“Throw out some bait. Let’s see if she’s actually greedy for money or just acting.”

“Bait... sir?”

“Send someone to make her a discreet offer. A money-making opportunity. See if she bites.”

“I’ll arrange an approach.”

“Good.”

If it turned out she really was falling, then it would be time to hit the accelerator.

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— Don’t twist my words—listen carefully.

— You’re in a dangerous position right now.

— Even the higher-ups are concerned.

— They wonder if you’ve fallen for false power.

— Of course, I believe in you.

— You’re not the kind of person to be tainted so easily.

— But when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

— Be careful.

— Don’t be corrupted.

— Don’t be transformed.

— Never mistake what you hold now for something you truly own.

“Ha... fuck. Like he knows anything.”

Back in her office, Park Hyejeong tossed her coat carelessly to a passing staffer and walked into her councilor’s office.

She’d made time to meet with her father—or rather, Agent A—because he said he had something important to say.

But what did she get? No grand revelation, just a lecture.

“What? Corrupted? Transformed??”

It was absurd.

Last time, he’d summoned her late at night to some empty lot just to hand over a trivial mission—and now he was wasting her time again, only to nag at her alone.

Even if they were posing as father and daughter, wasn’t this a bit too lax?

“Calling me out... for nothing...”

Sitting in her chair, she still couldn’t shake her irritation.

These were supposed to be her comrades—people she could always trust—yet they refused to show her that trust.

“They have no idea what it’s like for me, living every day with my nerves stretched to the breaking point!”

What stung most was that her own people were treating her like some shallow opportunist.

As if she were intoxicated by money and power she stumbled across during a mission, recklessly throwing her weight around like some thug.

The NIS headquarters probably thought the same.

Why else would they keep doubting her, bombarding her with calls and messages, checking and rechecking ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) until it drove her insane?

“Ah... my head...”

Every moment was high tension.

She couldn’t relax for a second.

She’d worked so hard to avoid being exposed, and yet they still doubted her.

It was exhausting.

“...Maybe I should have ended it back then.”

Her mind went back to the beginning.

She’d killed Heo Yewon, scanned and absorbed her memories—albeit imperfectly—and used that to infiltrate the grand banquet hosted by Go Muyeol.

She’d observed Muyeol and Minji-ah, eventually catching Muyeol’s eye, only to be brutally raped.

In exchange, she’d gained a trove of intel.

Normally, the mission would have ended there.

But she’d grown greedy, taking the executive seat in the “Cockhouse Association” Muyeol had gifted her, prolonging her mission and extracting more intel than she’d ever imagined.

It had all gone to the NIS and the Abyss.

And instead of recognition, headquarters doubted her—suspecting that she’d been corrupted by power.

“Goddammit...”

Knock knock!

— Councilor, may I come in?

Just as she was about to slip into a darker thought,

her aide entered.

“...What is it?”

“Well...”

Glancing around, the aide quietly closed the door and approached, moving delicately as though bearing a secret.

“There’s a fifty-billion-won business proposal.”

“...What? Fifty billion?”

Slouched in her chair, Park Hyejeong straightened at once.

“I just met with them. Their credentials are solid, and their goals are clear. With a bit of attention from you...”

“What is it?”

“It’s about logistics distribution for the Namdong Industrial Complex reconstruction project. They want—”

The aide explained.

In short, they wanted her to smooth things so that a particular company’s goods would be selected for the project.

It would take some maneuvering, but the job itself was simple—and the pay was enormous: fifty billion won.

Given that the reconstruction was one of the hottest projects in all of South Korea, controlling its logistics could easily justify that price.

“Here’s their card.”

The aide handed her a business card with a respectable title printed on it.

It didn’t mean much on its own, but it looked legitimate enough.

“Alright, I get it. Wait outside.”

“Yes, Councilor.”

Once the aide left, Park Hyejeong picked up her phone.

“...I should tell him first, right?”

She called someone.

As the line rang, her posture grew noticeably more deferential.

— Well, well. If it isn’t our Councilor Heo Yewon. What’s the occasion?

It was Go Muyeol.

His voice carried that curt edge, laced with raw lust. She shot up from her seat and bowed deeply—even though no one was watching.

“Ah! Yes, I—hello, sir. How has your day been?”

— Are you really asking because you care?

“Ah... y-yes, of course...”

— I don’t know... maybe it’s because you weren’t in my arms today. Why don’t you come up here and squeeze that pussy for me? Been too long since I had a taste of you.

“...”

Ordinarily, the degrading innuendo would have made her sick.

But she swallowed her saliva and gave a small laugh, as if accustomed to it.

“Yes... then I’ll come and—”

— Before that, why’d you call? Must’ve been for a reason.

“Ah... well...”

She hesitated, then explained the corrupt proposal she’d just received. She wanted his permission before moving forward—especially after being reprimanded last time for covertly involving her parents in the reconstruction project at the NIS’s request.

— How diligent of you to bring this up. Really.

“I... you told me to say things in advance...”

Muyeol chuckled over the line.

— Exactly. That way I don’t start getting suspicious, and I keep covering your back, slipping you money... and cock.

“Haha...”

— I’ve handed that over to the association. As an association executive, you can handle it however you like.

“!! Th-thank you, sir!”

— Come by tonight.

“Yes! I’ll come see you as soon as I’m done here! Yes, sir!”

Ending the call, she was flushed with excitement.

Fifty billion won.

From a single phone call—well, and the small matter of servicing him tonight.

She could buy a luxury house in Ganghwa or Songdo Future City and still have money left over.

Even after spreading cash to her aide and anyone else involved, it would be a fortune.

But then Agent A’s words crossed her mind.

“...”

Her mood dipped—followed by self-justification.

“A-hem... this... this is work. Heo Yewon would’ve done it too.”

Speaking her excuse into the empty room, she called her aide back in.

“We’re going ahead.”

“!”

“But first, shouldn’t I meet them face-to-face?”

“They said they’re available whenever you are.”

“Of course.”

She checked her schedule.

Today was full, but the day after tomorrow was relatively free—deliberately so, since it was the regular mission briefing day for her fellow agents.

But—

“...Tell them to come to the place I mentioned, the day after tomorrow.”

“Yes, Councilor!”