I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 457

"F-From the start...?"

"That’s when I thought to myself—ah, I want to play with this one."

"...!"

"What would it taste like to corrupt an agent armored with ironclad patriotism?"

"A...ahhh...."

"What would it look like if I twisted that sense of duty into a vulgar, filthy obsession with money and power?"

"Ha...ha..., hahah,"

"But first of all, she was a spy bitch. That alone ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) pissed me off. So I dragged her into a room, fucked her right away, threw a pile of cash at her, and walked off. That was fun."

Park Hyejeong let out a deranged laugh, like a madwoman, her face vacant.

And beside her, Kang Soeun stared with a complicated expression.

She must not have realized it had been rape.

"But she didn’t use the money. So I gave her a little pretext. I made it seem suspicious that she wasn’t spending. Then, not wanting to draw suspicion, she started blowing through cash like crazy."

"...."

"I’ll admit, it gave me a thrill then. For a moment I thought, maybe she won’t bend to my will after all."

I laid out my impressions of her, like some book report.

From the moment Park Hyejeong started spending money, I kept checking her, stoking her along, watching those around her, crafting the environment—step by step I listed what I had done, and the results it produced.

"...."

Now Park Hyejeong had become a husk of a person, devoid of hope, limp like a doll with its strings cut.

"And then, the grand event two weeks ago. The funeral of Heo Yewon’s parents. But in truth—they were Hyejeong’s comrades."

"!"

"A woman who once slipped into enemy territory, risking her life for her mission, fueled by fierce patriotism and duty—became a traitor and a murderer, killing her comrades just to gain money and power."

"Ah...."

"A good story, wasn’t it, Park Hyejeong?"

Clap, clap, clap.

I applauded in front of her.

I half-expected her to lunge at me in rage, but she didn’t even have the strength for that.

Her vacant eyes only spilled tears.

"So it was all... planned? From the beginning? My whole life...?"

"Strictly speaking, not everything. I told you—it started after the grand banquet. From the day you entered as my spy."

"Planned... to go mad for money... planned... to hunger for power... planned... to feel betrayal... planned... to stain my hands with blood... ah..."

Shattered completely, she finally began to sob, tears matching the sound of her broken cries, hugging her trembling shoulders in torment.

"You... you went too far...."

"What was too far?"

"How could you do this...."

"But you were a spy."

"...."

"You came to steal my life, so why complain when I steal yours?"

"...."

"And really, isn’t it the abyss that has no right to speak? Wasn’t manipulating lives their specialty?"

Seo Eunmi and Ma Yeonju were victims of that.

Human experimentation—inhuman trials to create bioweapons capable of resisting Biotech. Those who failed the trials were brainwashed and turned into agents.

Perhaps Park Hyejeong was one of those victims. Or perhaps she was one of the perpetrators.

Either way, not my concern.

"Still, it is a bit pitiful. You’ve done well, Park Hyejeong. You were the perfect actress."

Her face, utterly denied of its entire life, exhaled a long "ah..." endlessly.

The sight was so wretched that even Kang Soeun, who had been glaring at her with murderous eyes, turned away and quietly wept.

"Young Master, shall I dispose of her?"

It was Minji-ah, stepping forward and offering calmly.

After all, Park Hyejeong was a spy.

Now that it was exposed, proper protocol would be to dispose of her.

And who better than Minji-ah to do it—hers would be the cleanest, most merciless hand.

"Dispose of her, hm..."

The doll-like husk of Park Hyejeong lifted her head.

"...Take responsibility."

She murmured it softly.

"Take responsibility..."

Like a ghost, she whispered it again and again—take responsibility, take responsibility—

"Ju-ju-ju—"

"?"

"Don-don’t—"

"What was that?"

"Do-don’t... kill me. Don’t kill me!"

"Ohh... now you’re begging for your life?"

The atmosphere twisted strangely, unlike before. Suddenly, she began pleading.

Her tear-streaked face, which had been filled with despair, futility, and regret, warped into one full of fear and clinging desperation.

"I-I still... still have so much!! I know things, I know who’s a spy—I know exactly who they are!"

"...."

"And about the Abyss too—I still haven’t told you so much...!!"

"True enough. You haven’t."

"But now, I swear absolute loyalty. To the Young Master—no, to my Master! To my Master, completely, perfectly loyal!!"

Park Hyejeong scrambled forward, tears and snot streaming, clutching at my leg, sobbing and begging.

Her pathetic groveling stirred my cock to life.

"I mean it! Really, really!! I’ll devote my soul in loyalty to you and the great Koryo Group!!! So please, please... let me live as Heo Yewon...!!!"

"You want me to let the spy Park Hyejeong live on as Heo Yewon?"

"T-that’s... that’s how I’ll atone, for the rest of my life—no matter what it takes...!"

She’s broken.

More thoroughly than I ever expected.

"But are you sure? I ruined your life. I raped you, mocked you, manipulated you... made you weep and beg like this. Is it right to throw yourself at me, crying, begging for your life? Shouldn’t you hate me, curse me, damn me?"

"I-I don’t care what happens to Park Hyejeong!! I—I am Heo Yewon now...!!"

"Oh..."

"I always meant to! I always meant to throw away Park Hyejeong and become Heo Yewon!!!"

The shock must have been too much.

She simply killed off the history of "Park Hyejeong."

"S-so... so it’s fine... no matter how much Park Hyejeong was manipulated... no matter what you thought of her... I am Heo Yewon now! Heo Yewon, executive of the Pussy Association, Vice-Chair of Policy for the Peaceful Future Party, and Chair of the Intelligence Committee!! So, Master...!!!"

And because of that, she was more degraded than I had ever seen.

But that made her all the more arousing.

The arousal and ecstasy of dragging a noble soul into filth.

That’s what hardened my cock.

‘Guess I’m not a normal human either.’

Well, I am a Go after all.

Yes.

Just as I am Go Muyeol—

my Hyejeong can become Heo Yewon.

What’s "Park Hyejeong" matter anyway, right?

"Seunghee, do you think this is genuine? How can you trust a spy bitch’s words?"

"Considering that she killed her fellow agents, led the purge of spies embedded in the NIS and other intelligence groups, and ultimately replaced her entire existence with Heo Yewon’s... I would say the sincerity is fairly high."

"I really mean it!! I do!! I can do it so well! Just give me orders! Assign me anything! I’ll do whatever you say!!"

I checked her in that state, still crying and begging.

[Park Hyejeong (wearing Human Skin Mask)]

Affiliation: Pussy Association

Race: Human

Strength: 132

Willpower: 67

Tech: 137

Leadership: 81

Charm: 111

<Traits>

Absolute Submission, Vulgar, Arrogant, Corrupt Official, Materialistic, Contempt for the Weak....

<Sex> Mouth: Virginity taken (Go Muyeol) Vagina: Virginity taken (Go Muyeol) Anus: Virgin

I remembered her willpower being near 150—immense. But now, nearly 80 had been shaved off.

And those radiant traits—patriotism, strong spirit—had been stripped away, replaced with ones fit only for villains.

The finishing touch: "Absolute Submission."

Once "absolute" is attached, it means this submission state is permanent. In short, she is utterly, absolutely submissive to me.

No matter what I do, she’ll simply resign herself and take it, broken to the bone.

"This is my creation. Excellent work."

It wasn’t just the stat changes. To see her traits completely erased and overwritten with new ones—without any drugs, purely by my hand—that’s what made it truly satisfying.

At this point, it’s not exaggeration to say I remade Park Hyejeong.

"Jia, what do you think? Does she seem sincere?"

"Young Master, there is no such thing as sincerity for those who crave money and power. And certainly no loyalty. At any time, if offered greater wealth and glory, they will switch sides."

"But is there anyone who can offer more wealth and glory than me? Other than my family."

"...."

Minji-ah thought for a moment, then spoke.

"N-no... there isn’t."

"Exactly. I think so too."

I shook Park Hyejeong off my leg. She collapsed pathetically, tried to crawl back, but I showed her my palm and refused.

"Ah... ahh..."

She whimpered.

I gestured to Seunghee, pointing up and down my body, and she hurried to strip me.

"I thought I’d already seen all our Hyejeong had to offer. But since you broke so well, I feel almost guilty. So I’ll give you a chance."

"Ah...!"

Truth is, I never planned to kill her anyway.

A pussy this good would be a waste to throw away.

The only question was how to keep her alive.

"Show me what you can do."

Seunghee’s skilled hands had me stripped in moments.

Jacket off, belt undone, zipper pulled, then she gently slid off my pants and underwear.

My grotesquely swollen cock sprang free, dripping with clear fluid at the tip.

"First, let’s see your real face, Hyejeong. I’m curious."

"Ah...!"

Without hesitation, she fumbled at her ruined face and deactivated the Human Skin Mask that disguised her as Heo Yewon. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Oh..."

The face revealed was beyond expectation.

Even when Soeun had turned out stunning, I had secretly hoped—this, too, satisfied perfectly.

Her condition was wrecked, hair wild and ragged, like a ghost—but even so, she was more than worthy to be kept as a pussy. Especially with the backstory I had forced upon her.

Throb—

Already rock hard, my cock swelled even further at the sight.

"You said you’d do anything, right? Let’s see how well. Come suck it."

"Ah...! Y-yes!!"

She must have thought it was easy.

Park Hyejeong, who’d been crying in ruin, crawled across the floor with that pretty face, mouth opening to swallow my cock whole.

But I stopped her with my hand.

"?"

"Who said cock-sucking?"

"...Eh?"

I turned around.

"...!"

I felt her swallow hard.

"Anyone can suck cock. Except one bitch here. But eating ass—that shows sincerity."

"Ah...."

I felt her tension drop.

I took it further, calling Minji-ah.

It was about time I reined her in. She’d been getting too bold lately. I used to find her stammering cute.

"Minji-ah."

"Y-yes?"

"Help her out. Press her head down. You know what I mean."

"...."

Pathetic at cock-sucking herself, Minji-ah turned pale, stammering, hesitated, then stepped forward. She swallowed nervously and grabbed Hyejeong’s head.

"Excuse me."

Seunghee, watching, came closer, crouched in front of me, and spread my ass open with her hands.

"Ah..."

"...."

Hyejeong and Minji-ah both gave weak little moans.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

"What are you waiting for? Do it."

Surely she can’t?

I thought—until Park Hyejeong shoved her face into my ass and pressed her tongue in.

"Oh..."

The ultimate declaration of submission, unmatched.

She proved her worth in the filthiest way.

Minji-ah turned her eyes away, grimacing, unable to watch.

"Jia, don’t slack. Hold her steady."

"Y-yes..."

Pressed harder.

Hyejeong went deeper.

"Good girl, Hyejeong. With tongue like that, I might even cum from this alone. Shame I can’t just spill into the air."

At my words, Seunghee opened her mouth, ready to take my cock.

"Wait. There’s another mouth. The newbie."

"...Ah,"

She stood and brought Kang Soeun forward.

Now, she glared at me more than at Hyejeong.

Not that it mattered—she was still my possession.

"Soeun, how does it feel? Before you put it in your mouth, I want to hear your thoughts. Watching your comrade so degraded."

"Go to hell."

Her savage words made me laugh.

"Suck it. Suck it and take the cum."

Crunch—

Her bloodshot eyes glared like she’d devour me, but her body sank down and her mouth finally swallowed my cock.

Her gaze was fury incarnate, but her mouth was soft, delicious.

Behind me, Hyejeong worked hard.

In front, Soeun obeyed, degrading herself as ordered.

Minji-ah assisted with a look of horror at what she was witnessing.

Perfect satisfaction.

"Seunghee. What do you think? You watched all of it. Fun?"

"...Yes. It was fun."

She answered dryly.

I pulled her waist close, traced her lips.

"For me, it was the best."

And kissed her.

Seunghee embraced me, tongue entwining eagerly.

She’d surrendered her body countless times already—her tongue play was exquisite.

"Oh, right. Hyejeong. You keep going until I cum four times. Soeun, same for you. Until you’ve taken it four times."

I gave the important instruction mid-kiss, then went back to devouring Seunghee.

Later, I switched to Minji-ah, tasting her lips—her expression was something to behold.

Anyway, after four rounds, I dragged Hyejeong—her real face showing now—by the hair to the far end of the room and brutally raped her.

Even so, even like that, she panted and moaned with pleasure.

Thrust!

Thrust!

I spent the whole night, over ten times using her body, and for the final release, I yanked her head up and painted her face.

Splat, thick cum smacked against her skin and dripped down.

"I’ll allow you to live as Heo Yewon."

"Heh, hehh... th-thank you... for your cum, Master...."

Thus Park Hyejeong fell completely—

and became Heo Yewon.