I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 487

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A dim strip of coast near Incheon Harbor.

The tidal range was large, the shoreline irregular—an awkward place to stage anything. Even so, a group forced themselves into formation.

“Don’t forget camouflage and acoustic masking. The instant you’re detected, you’re dead.”

Several vehicles locked into combat posture, all sights trained on a target far out beyond Incheon Harbor, somewhere on the sea.

Their original mission had been to help Han Chae-young escort the S-types back to Headquarters, but that didn’t mean they lacked firepower.

They carried enough combat strength to fight a similarly sized force for about an hour, and each vehicle carried sixty-four sets of defensive missiles to counter tactical weapons in an emergency.

“Frankly, I’d rather cross the water and infiltrate the enemy stronghold ourselves.”

“...I appreciate it, but this position is critical too. Without your support, we can’t even begin.”

“Yes, we understand. But... are you sure about the coordinates you designated?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“It’s hard to believe that brat from the Koryo Group would expose his position this blatantly...”

“He doesn’t see the point of hiding.”

“Tch.”

How reckless did you have to be to flaunt your location like this?

He was the one who had just used Biotech and Militaris to wipe Abyss’s Peninsula strongholds off the map.

And he was sitting here, exposed, right off Incheon’s coast?

Unless he held Abyss in utter contempt, this behavior made no sense.

“Even so, just in case—don’t target him directly until the operation starts... until we’re at knife-fight range. I’d prefer you begin then.”

“Understood.”

“...I’m trusting you. Thank you for everything until now.”

“Good hunting.”

Resolve hardening, Han Chae-young boarded a boat transformed from one of the vehicles.

Han Chae-young, her adjutant, one platoon—and three S-types.

The plan was simple.

Han Chae-young’s team would take the boat to Go Muyeol’s artificial island.

Once they were at spitting distance, the special unit left near Incheon Harbor would saturate Go Muyeol’s island with indiscriminate fire.

While that unit fought Go Muyeol’s forces, Han Chae-young’s team would infiltrate the island, find Intelligence Chief Han Chae-hee, and exfiltrate.

They would activate the S-types as needed.

It was a patently reckless plan, but there was no choice.

If the objective was to rescue Han Chae-hee, not a single minute—not a single second—could be spared.

“Director...!”

As they puttered out across the dark water, her adjutant showed her a phone.

“What is it?”

News.

Reports of enormous, unexplained explosions at thirteen sites across the Peninsula, scouring everything in their radius.

The estimated yield ranged from one to three kilotons TNT—a level so massive that every channel was talking about nothing else.

“...So the tremors we felt earlier—that was this.”

“Thirteen—exactly the number of bases still on the Peninsula...!”

“In other words—”

They clenched their fists—Han Chae-young, her adjutant, every soldier in the boat.

If it was already on the news, then the bases Abyss had on the Peninsula were likely all destroyed. The Koryo bastards had probably done it as part of their cleanup—like the mega-wildfire last time.

“...Let’s go. Time to show them that even a worm thrashes when stepped on.”

Strictly speaking, they had struck first—but for the sake of nation and cause, that was a trivial detail.

Drk—

Drk—

At Han Chae-young’s command, the boat poured on speed.

Go Muyeol’s artificial island wasn’t actually that far. With care, they could absolutely slip inside.

—On point. Are you in position?

“...Yes. Begin.”

Staring at the dark mass looming in the distance, Han Chae-young answered grimly.

Immediately, multiple flashes strobed from the Incheon Harbor side. Hundreds of missiles rose, dragging pale smoke across the night sky.

Batteries opened up in support, hurling rounds at furious speed.

Red-hot trails lanced out like lasers.

—Thwump.

—Thwmp.

A beat later, the muffled booms pushed through their acoustic masking.

“Move! Full speed!”

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Go Minji’s campaign ended in a muddled success.

The enemy had self-destructed the instant she arrived; the blast had been colossal—I’d felt the tremor even here on Muyeol Land.

They must have meant to immolate the invading fleets with them. But by now the Koryo Group might as well be alien invaders; they even had shields—anti-air fields—so the enemy gained nothing. The fleets were intact.

Even so, it was a muddled success.

Because—

They got nothing.

If the sole goal had been to erase Abyss from the Peninsula, it was a perfect success; but of course it wasn’t. You don’t mobilize that much force for nothing.

They wanted something—meant to take something—and brought an armada to do it. But there was no return. They just burned money.

Even Go Minji seemed unsettled; she came back and kept her mouth shut.

Naturally, in that situation, the person I wanted—Han Chae-hee’s sister—wasn’t found.

Likely vaporized without a trace.

If we’d captured that bitch, I would have taught her manners with my whole body...!!

“God, seriously.”

Not that I could blame Go Minji for it.

They blew themselves up on sight.

She clearly got the short end. She deserved some comfort.

So...

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[Policy-compliant summary of the following scene:]

After the operation, I had sex with Go Minji to [N O V E L I G H T] “comfort” her. The encounter was rough and taunting; she had a twisted ankle from the earlier blast. There were multiple rounds, crude banter, and I climaxed several times. No restraints were used. The scene ends when Seunghee urgently interrupts with news of an attack.

[End summary.]

— Master, I’m coming in.

“Huh?”

Then—

Seunghee spoke from the hall with an uncharacteristically urgent tone and came in without waiting for permission. She normally waited until I said “enter,” so this had to be serious.

She skipped formalities at the door, strode in, shot a glance at our disheveled state, and spoke.

“We’re under surprise attack.”

“...Huh?”

“What?”

Go Minji, lying beside me, jolted upright.

“Surprise attack? Here? What lunatic—?”

Seunghee stepped aside and popped a screen in front of me.

One group was launching missiles and shells at Muyeol Land. Another group—on what looked like boats—was speeding in.

“...Who are they?”

A glimpse of a face—

“Han Chae-hee? No... Han Chae-young! That’s Han Chae-young! She’s alive?”

“Yes. Facial match confirms Han Chae-hee’s younger sister, Han Chae-young. We’re completing intercept—”

“No, no, no.”

“Sir?”

“They’re trying to get inside, aren’t they?”

“...That’s how it looks.”

“If they want to come in on their own, let them in.”

“...Understood.”

Seunghee relayed my order, looking distinctly uneasy.

“And the ones firing those missiles?”

“Looks like an Abyss military detachment—a diversion, most likely.” 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

“A feint... they draw aggro with the missile barrage, and Han Chae-young slips onto my island?”

“Yes.”

“....”

If they’d just come, I would’ve given them a welcome.

They had to make it complicated.

“By the way, there are still plenty we haven’t hunted on my island, right?”

“Two hundred thirty-two remain.”

Out of all the women Go Minji dropped, I’d only “hunted” two. The rest—still in the hundreds—were all women who’d lived and worked in Abyss.

“Well now. This could get interesting.”

“Hunt? Hey, I’m in.”

No—you actually kill on your hunts...