I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 450

"Excellent."

I clapped without thinking.

That was how cleanly the job had been executed.

Ma Yeonju had flawlessly assumed the role of Agent A, and even now—ten days later—she still hadn’t been exposed. Every part of the operation had been cleared without a hitch.

Of course, if it dragged on too long, she might eventually be found out—but there was no need for it to go on that long anyway.

Our dear abyssal spy, Park Hyejeong, was sinking into corruption at a rapid and undeniable pace.

To top it off, Ma Yeonju’s little chaos stunt had landed perfectly—Park Hyejeong had been ignoring Agents A and B’s calls for days now.

Can an agent get away with that? Of course not. No way.

She’s already light-years away from being a spy.

As far as I’m concerned, Park Hyejeong’s days as an elite operative are over.

All that’s left is a politician—filthy with greed for money and power—common as dirt... well, maybe not common, since she’s a rare treat in her own way.

The important thing is, this bitch isn’t actually Heo Yewon. How’s she going to solve that problem?

That’s the fun part.

Park Hyejeong is, after all, just “someone else” using Heo Yewon’s face-skin mask and various bio-disruption implants to bypass identification systems.

When her real identity inevitably comes to light, she’ll lose every ounce of power and money she’s been enjoying.

I wonder how she’ll try to deal with that. Watching it will be a fine bit of entertainment.

“This whole incident has driven a wedge between Agents A and B. Agent B is blaming Agent A for Park Hyejeong ignoring their calls.”

“That’s because Yeonju, you did too well. I saw the video—you really splashed it on her.”

It was just her luck that she hadn’t taken a single sip yet, so Park Hyejeong’s face had been completely drenched.

Not even my cum had soaked her that much—she looked like a drowned rat.

After she stormed out and Agent B chased after her, the two agents apparently had a huge fight not long after.

Can’t say I’m surprised. The situation only got worse.

“So, you really can’t get in touch with her?”

“No. Not at all.”

“At that point, wouldn’t Headquarters start sniffing around?”

“In fact, we’ve been getting pressure from the Abyss side. They must have sensed something. Orders keep coming down to gather detailed intel on Park Hyejeong’s movements and report back.”

“Mm... All right. You’ve been doing well so far, so I should reward you.”

“Ah...!”

The flat expression on Yeonju’s face lit up instantly.

Before I could even move, she was rubbing her thighs together, flushed and trembling—an awfully tempting sight.

“Seunghee.”

“Yes.”

Seunghee came forward with a silver tray already prepared.

On it sat two syringes, each loaded with drugs.

With her severe drug addiction, Yeonju couldn’t stay in a normal state for even a moment without a controlled amount of injections.

That was why she wore a specially designed chastity belt that dispensed just enough of the drug to keep her functioning—but never enough for pleasure.

These two syringes were the perfect reward for her: new-type narcotics and the sensory-multiplier drug.

“I told Jia to increase the multiplier dose. You’re already fucked up enough physically that, as long as you’re careful, you can handle more.”

“M-more...?”

“Yeah.”

I took one syringe and stepped toward her.

She swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on it, full of anticipation.

“Bare your shoulder. I’ll do it myself.”

“Y-yes...!”

With a sliding motion, she pulled down her clothes, exposing her white shoulder.

I pressed the sharp needle to that lush skin and jabbed without hesitation.

“Hngh...!”

It had to hurt, but the ecstasy she knew was coming made her squirm and shiver.

I pushed the plunger all the way down—four times her normal sensory capacity flooding into her system.

“Ahhk...! Haahk...! M-master...!!”

Her face twisted hard from the pain.

Of course—it was only the multiplier so far. The narcotic she was addicted to hadn’t been administered yet.

The reason I didn’t give the narcotic first was purely her preference.

According to her, if the multiplier hit first, the wave of bliss from the narcotic would be amplified to the absolute maximum.

So she endured the pain to get that payoff.

“Just hold on a bit.”

I took the second syringe and plunged it into her shoulder as well.

She bit her lips until they bled, tendons standing out on her neck—

but as the drug hit her bloodstream, her face melted into pure bliss, and she slumped into my arms.

“Ahh...♥ M-master...♥♥”

“I upped the strength, too. Good, isn’t it?”

“Heeuuu...”

She couldn’t even answer properly.

Couldn’t even hold herself up—just dumped all her weight onto me.

I carried her straight to the bed.

“Seunghee, keep the medical team on standby.”

“Yes.”

Already flushed and twitching all «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» over, dripping wet through her chastity belt—

I laid her on the bed and spread her legs. The lewd scent hit instantly.

If she was like this with the belt on, you could imagine the state inside.

“Heeuuhk...!”

She clawed at the belt, but I had Seunghee tie her down before she broke her nails.

“Just a little longer. I’ll make sure you get there.”

I stripped down with Seunghee’s help, revealing my fully hard cock,

and unlocked her special chastity belt with my glans as the key.

A wave of thick scent hit me like a punch to the face.

“Damn.”

Her pussy was a wreck, pulsing like a beating heart and gushing fluids—a perfect spectacle.

“Like an aquarium in there.”

I slid in without delay.

Her sinuous inner walls swallowed me without resistance, then clenched tight as if to never let me go again.

“Ahhck! Aaahaang!!!”

And just from being entered, Yeonju arched her hips and came hard.

Her eyes rolled back, drool spilling from her mouth, head thrown back, body jolting over and over.

“Die happy tonight, then get back to work tomorrow. Got it?”

I gripped her bound arms and started thrusting, using every bit of range my hips could give.

“Oghk...! Uhhk! Oghhk...!!”

Pulling back to just the tip and slamming to the hilt again—my favorite way—

each deep thrust made her gush anew.

“Damn... must feel amazing. Seunghee, you want a try?”

“No.”

She answered without a moment’s hesitation.

Considering the pitiful, almost frightening state Yeonju was in, I could understand.

Still, she was loving every second—so that was all that mattered.

“If you ever change your mind, I’ll give you as much as you want!”

“I’ll pass...”

“Click, such a snappy bitch.”

But being that curt to your master? Not acceptable, Seunghee.

I had her get on the bed to service me while I spent half the day giving Yeonju her reward.

++++

The drugs kept Yeonju in ecstasy for half a day,

after which she crashed for another half-day before finally recovering enough to return to her Agent A role.

Park Hyejeong still wasn’t answering.

“Let’s start wrapping this up. Get word to the Jotjip Association higher-ups—we caught a spy and broke them. Tell them to be careful.”

“Ah...!”

The “Jotjip Association,” formally known to the public as the Incheon Security Restoration Advocacy Association, was the beating heart of Incheon’s power structure.

Politics, administration, judiciary, economy—even the press.

Almost every sector that could be considered “power” had its key figures—the “jotjips”—inside that association.

Naturally, it was the sort of place you’d expect a few spies to be lurking.

In reality, the only spy was Park Hyejeong.

But what mattered was that it looked perfectly plausible from the outside.

“Grab some useless employee, rough them up, and leak that they were a spy sent by the NIS to snoop on me and Minji-ah. Get photos, too. Make it a strong warning.”

“Park Hyejeong is currently chair of the Intelligence Committee. Couldn’t we use that to put more pressure on her?”

“Oh, right. Then... maybe a little? Give her something like a disciplinary action. Enough to make her heart pound. But keep it internal to the Jotjip Association. Not official. That way it’s colder.”

“In that case... wouldn’t it be best if you delivered it personally, Master?”

“Me? How?”

“Well... maybe make her rim you? Or something like—”

“Are you saying making her rim me is punishment?”

“...”

Seunghee froze mid-sentence.

“What? You saying licking my asshole is a punishment, you brat?”

I grabbed her cheeks and shook them until she stammered out an answer.

“N-no, I mean... f-from Hyejeong’s perspective...!!”

So that’s what you’ve been thinking this whole time, huh?

“For the next week, wake me up with a morning rimjob instead of a morning blowjob.”

“...”

“Answer.”

“Y-yes...”