I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 485
Though winter was sliding toward sub-zero, the air in the room ran hot.
It was because of the sacred and filthy business of a man and a woman.
At the center of it, Go Minji—skin white as snow and soft, spotless as if she were herself—lay on the bed in a great X, everything bared.
“Ah... fuck...”
Her eyes were loose, lips parted like drool might spill any second. Gravity spread her breasts, but they still stood with shameless presence; a tight waist with a faint “11” of abs sat above it, all of it jabbing straight at the heart.
Her flared hips against that narrow waist—and the way she kept leaking—were a provocation strong enough to make me want to grab her legs, wrench them open, and start pounding right now.
Why does a useless cunt like Go Minji look this indecent.
“I really don’t wanna woooork!!!”
In that sexy body she kicked and whined like a grade-schooler.
Why start anything if you’re going to gripe this much? Why mass a force this big?
People are a puzzle.
“Keep your voice down. Someone’ll hear.”
“Oh please... and if they do? Huh? If they do, then what, you little punk.”
“You really have to piss on morale when we’re about to fight? If they learn their commanding officer is like this, spirits will crater.”
It was irrefutable, but she flipped me off anyway.
“Eat shit.”
“God, Minji.”
Vexing woman.
Go Minji is annoying even when she’s still; like this, she’s worse.
She needs correcting.
I grabbed her slack legs, spread them, and climbed on top.
“Ah...! Augh, fu—!”
[Non-graphic summary (policy): He forces another round of sex under the “resupply” pretext. She protests, trades insults, then yields; he mounts and thrusts until she climaxes quickly. He treats the act as logistical supply before the operation.]
Already, Go Minji’s body fit me like a lock to a key—every fold aligning for maximum stimulation.
A few small movements wrung thin moans from her and set her chest jostling as she twisted her torso.
“If only your mental age would catch up.”
“Give me a break... I don’t care about other guys, but I hate hearing that from you.”
She sounded sulky, but when I drove in deep and kissed her, she took it—both mouths.
Another fever storm passed, and then the moment came when we couldn’t delay any longer.
—Resupply complete, my lord.
The fleet Go Minji had brought was fully provisioned.
And—
—Han Chae-hee opened her mouth.
Cowed by threats, Han Chae-hee finally gave up her sister’s identification code.
With this many ships right overhead, with plans to sweep Abyss off the Peninsula, she had to if she wanted her sister saved.
—Ping the base ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) we took before. Kick off a search.
—Find out where she is right now.
—Yes.
—And just in case—
—Give me the ID code.
—S1-0000175.
I scrawled the code Seunghee relayed on a tissue and flicked it onto Minji’s navel.
The tissue fluttered down and settled on skin beaded with sweat.
“What are you doing, idiot. If you’re going to wipe me, wipe me properly.”
“You can wipe yourself. That’s the target’s ID code. Just in case—now you know it, too.”
“Hah.”
Snorting, she fisted the tissue off her navel and sat up, a crooked smirk cutting across her face.
“Thorough, so thorough~. You shook a few times and shot earlier too—do you like my body that much? Sheesh.”
“...What are you even saying.”
She hopped off the bed and came up close. Her scent—sweat and Minji—tickled my nose.
“Next time you want to eat, just say so~. Don’t run stupid plays. ♥”
“Good grief.”
A very stubborn misunderstanding.
“I’m serious, so don’t go hunting and kill her by accident—bring her back alive, okay? Right?”
“Sure, sure~. And you don’t kill my cock either—keep it alive, huh? Useless little thing.”
“You piece of—”
Grinning, she smacked my butt and headed into the bath.
In every way, a woman begging to get on my nerves.
++++
Seeing Minji off.
Every prep for the invasion was complete; departure was imminent.
“So what’s the reason for going this far? Too much force for just retaliation. Do you really love the feel of a gun deck that much? Funny, since you acted like you didn’t want to go earlier.”
“...”
She looked at me like I was pathetic and shook her head.
What. What?
“There’s a reason, idiot. You think I’m a psychopathic spree killer?”
...You’re not?
“This is all work. Work.”
She stared off at nothing, cigarette to her lips, and lit it.
“My mind’s a mess.”
“Why.”
“Kids don’t need to know.”
“Stop with the ‘kid.’ We’re not that far apart.”
“Heh. Didn’t you call me ‘aunt’ once? I almost flicked your head three hundred times out of sheer disbelief.”
“Mm.”
True. I did.
Technically, Minji is Grandpa’s child with Go Min-young—so.
She is my aunt.
“Got it, Aunt.”
“....”
She cut me a look and tapped my shin with her toe.
“Aagh!”
Light tap or not, the shin’s always pain.
You bitch, Minji!
“God, you little peanut...”
“Peanut? Your clit—”
Another hit.
Damn woman.
I’ll make sure to give that clitoris extra attention later.
“Hey.”
While I was plotting payback, she went and set the mood.
“Do you... ever get, like, old memories?”
“Huh? What are you on about.”
“I said, old memories. Like when you were born. Stuff like that.”
“When I was born? How would I remember that. I can’t remember two years ago.”
Why ask that out of nowhere.
“Sigh... junkie...”
“I quit ages ago. Drop it.”
“Right. Like you’d understand. Ugh.”
She tossed the still-burning cigarette, then ground it out under her heel.
At least she knows how to kill a spark. Bare minimum manners.
“I’m off, punk.”
She finally boarded the port.
Obviously she’d command from the flagship, the Dreadnought.
“See you when I’m back.”
“Yeah. Dick.”
Middle-finger goodbyes.
Almost endearing by now.
++++
“Whaaat?? We—we’re going in??”
The near-shout rang and came back as a soft echo.
Startled by his own voice, the aide ducked, clapped a hand over his mouth, and glanced around.
Fortunately, aside from the convoy detail, no crowd.
“Yes. It’s highly likely that man did this. We’ll deliver fitting punishment—and we must extract Intelligence Chief Han Chae-hee and the CSA’s Rachel.”
“But—”
“This is a covert special order from the Director.”
The aide tilted his head.
He’d never heard of “covert orders” like that.
Granted, Han Chae-young could meet the Director one-on-one. Maybe she’d gotten a nod. But was this really how it should go?
And the mission content—storm the scion’s artificial island and pull two people out... was that really it?
The special-mission unit assigned to escort the S-type didn’t buy it either.
What they’d been told was to dismantle the remaining S-type and its systems on the Peninsula with Han Chae-young and transport them safely to headquarters.
“Is that true? That the Director gave a separate task?”
Han Chae-young’s face didn’t twitch.
“Yes. Of course. We’ve already lost our foothold on the Peninsula. The casualties in that process—countless. What’s more, the rest of our bases are exposed; the damage to our organization can’t be repaired quickly.”
“But—”
“And that includes Intelligence Chief Han Chae-hee and the CSA’s Rachel, head of Ability Research. Everything they know qualifies as top secret. And Rachel isn’t even ours. She’s CSA... you follow?”
“...”
“We must retrieve those two by any means necessary.”
Her tone wasn’t just firm—it was absolute. Even so, the unit commander didn’t swallow it. He looked ready to radio upstairs right now.
“And no one outside of me, you, and the Director can know about this op. Don’t forget—the last disaster happened because of filthy spies and traitors.”
“Hmm...”
Eyes slid away, uncertain. Han Chae-young met them, one by one.
“We have filth mixed into our ranks. A lot of it.”
“...So you’re saying—don’t report this even to higher-ups?”
“No one but the Director would even confirm it.”
“...”
Even more dubious.
Sure, what she said made sense.
Intelligence Chief Han Chae-hee and the CSA’s Rachel are assets we can’t afford to lose; if possible, we must extract them.
Especially Rachel—a CSA principal, not Abyss.
But—
If they truly meant to rescue them, wouldn’t they have mobilized far more?
Anyone could see this convoy was scaled exactly for moving an S-type—nothing grander.
Above all—
‘Chief Han Chae-hee is Chief Han Chae-young’s sister.’
The Director personally assigns a mission involving family to the person involved? Suspicious from the start.
Thunk.
As the silence stretched, Han Chae-young slapped her palm lightly on the S-type case, drawing eyes back.
“If you truly can’t trust me, you can go. I’ll execute the mission alone. Thank you for coming this far.”
“...”
That did it.
This made it obvious—less a “secret order” than her personal stubbornness.
How was she going to move the S-type and its systems alone? If it were a real mission, she would have argued them around, and, failing that, gotten confirmation from the Director directly.
“...Ma’am, you shouldn’t lie about a sacred operation.”
“W-what? Lie?? Right now—”
“But we’ll help.”
“Commander??”
“...Pardon?”
They didn’t believe Han Chae-young—yet they’d help?
As she and the others stared, dumbfounded, the unit commander continued.
“Forget the exfil. Either way, you intend to use that new weapon on the Koryo bastards, don’t you?”
“...”
“After what happened, I lost a lot of people I knew. Me too—I won’t be settled until I hit them with something big.”
