I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 493
Chiik,
Beep—
Clack.
Inside the vehicle, Han Chae-young opened the supply crate.
From the edges came a blue glow and mechanical tone as the lid unlocked, dry ice spewing out thick white vapor.
She cracked a window to ventilate, then began pulling items out one by one.
As the other women had said, there was the box of unidentifiable jelly that was nonetheless close to a complete food, twelve bottles of 500ml water, and—
“...A magazine?”
She froze.
Unlike the other supplies, it wasn’t something practical. Why would this be shoved in here?
She pulled it out, frowning in suspicion—then understood instantly.
“!!!”
Because on the cover was a woman’s face she knew better than anyone.
Her own sister.
“Un...ni...!”
Han Chae-hee, the Intelligence Chief of Abyss Headquarters, sprawled out, body drenched in semen.
Her eyes were lifeless. Across her bare white body, ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) red handprints and welts like whip marks stood out.
Worst of all, between her slightly parted thighs, semen was still leaking down.
No matter how one looked at it, she had been subjected to brutal sexual degradation.
Her hand trembled violently.
The thin paper threatened to tear as she clenched it so hard her fingertips turned white, but Han Chae-young forced herself to breathe slowly and turned the page.
“....”
Character Introduction.
Cunt #1: Abyss Headquarters Intelligence Chief Han Chae-hee.
Cunt #2: CSA Research Institute Director Rachel D. Mond.
Photos of Han Chae-hee and Rachel were printed straight on, along with short bios, giving the whole thing the appearance of a proper “cast list.”
The next page showed Han Chae-hee hanging from ropes with a defiant scowl, and Rachel in resignation, already given up. In front of them stood a man, his face and upper body shadowed out.
Sha-rak—
The further she flipped, the more the “story” advanced.
The foreign blonde Rachel accepted her fate and submitted, but Han Chae-hee resisted to the very end.
And that was why—she was violated even more savagely.
The man’s monstrous cock, longer than the span of a hand, rammed mercilessly into her. Her cries of pain were ignored as he pounded her harder.
Her large breasts, her soft buttocks, her entire body were manhandled until handprints covered her skin. At one point he seized her by the hair and shoved his obscenity down her throat. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
And finally—
Kwaaak!
“Eeek!!”
Han Chae-young could not look any further. She crushed the magazine in her hands, tore out the pages, and stumbled out of the vehicle. In a frenzy she set the shredded “degradation book” alight.
“Hahh...hahh...”
Only when she saw the paper curl black in the fire did she barely regain control.
“Son of a...son of a bitch!”
She had been teetering on despair, but now her heart ignited again.
Of course. These Koryo bastards could never be forgiven.
She would rescue her sister—and strike Go Muyeol himself, lord of this island.
No, if she could...
“Never...never forgive you!”
With grim resolve, she climbed back inside and touched the S-type panel.
Damage rate: 18%.
Red letters flashed a warning. She bit her lip.
The S-type required immense computational throughput and constant power feed. Even now its condition was deteriorating.
“Just a little farther. Just a little.”
She forced an overclock through.
That shortened the limit even further, raised instability, but boosted power all the same.
Settings complete, she drove off.
Destination: Go Muyeol’s mansion.
Her original plan had been the Correctional District prison to check if her sister was there. But after seeing that filthy magazine, she guessed Han Chae-hee was being kept right by his side.
Besides—
“This confirms it. He let me enter the island knowing. He killed only the male operators. And now he’s openly provoking me to come to where he is.”
Go Muyeol had known about her from the start.
He wanted her body. That was why she’d been able to get in so easily, and why she’d still been able to move freely.
But this time, the game was over.
It was time for a reckoning.
Best case: rescue her sister, kill Go Muyeol, escape the island.
If not—
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“What’s this? She’s coming straight here?”
“Looks like it.”
I had only wanted to fan her fighting spirit a little—if you strip away too much hope, they collapse in despair. But it seemed my plan had worked even better than expected.
Han Chae-young, furious beyond control, was now charging straight toward my mansion.
Hmm.
I’d wanted to toy with her a bit more, but if she insists on rushing...
“What now? Gonna run?”
Go Minji smiled brightly as she asked, clearly pleased my plan had been upended.
Annoyed, I smacked her ass. She instantly snapped, eyes blazing, and cursed me.
“Run? Hell no. We’ll welcome her. In my own way.”
“Seunghee. Bring Chae-hee. And Levi too.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Hey, but if she’s storming in like this after everything she’s been through, doesn’t that mean she’s got something to rely on? You know what it is?”
At Minji’s question, I tilted my head.
“Do I really need to know that?”
“Hm?”
“I have thirty knights. Do I need to care about such trivial details?”
That answer made her chuckle.
“True~. You don’t need to know a thing. Just keep being a dumb blockhead, alright?”
“I’m not dumb.”
“Bullshit.”
While we bantered, Seunghee returned with Levi and Han Chae-hee.
Levi was dressed as always, white wedding-like attire, her beauty undiminished.
Han Chae-hee, by contrast, appeared hollow and debased.
She wore black lace corset lingerie with her breasts exposed. Matching lace panties, but with the crotch cut out—ready for penetration at any moment. A collar encircled her neck.
She was nothing but a sex slave.
She did not even know Han Chae-young was alive. As far as she knew, her sister had died in the Abyss Peninsula base self-destruct.
She was like a doll now.
With her and Levi in tow, I went out to the mansion courtyard to await Han Chae-young.
She would come here, driving straight in.
Go Minji followed at a comfortable distance, eager to see what kind of spectacle would unfold.
“Levi.”
“Yes, Master~.”
“How about giving me some service again?”
I drew her slender waist into my arms. Her eyes widened, then she nestled against me.
“As much as you wish, Master~. I’ll show you the fruit of my training.”
Training, huh. Interesting.
From behind, Minji muttered “Perverted bastard,” but I ignored her.
Preparations complete, I made myself comfortable.
Parasols, sofas, and tables were set up in the courtyard. Chefs grilled meat nearby.
To the eye, it looked like nothing but a garden party.
I lounged on the sofa, embracing Levi’s waist, enjoying her motions, attended by secretaries.
Go Minji sat diagonally across, legs crossed, nibbling meat, waiting for Han Chae-young.
Han Chae-hee, collared, was made to sit at my side like a pet. I held her leash.
“Haah, aahh, nghh!”
Levi’s pale breasts bounced inches from my face as I embraced her thin waist and gazed past her shoulder.
In the distance, an engine roared.
A vehicle was approaching.
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Bwoaaar—
Han Chae-young gunned the accelerator, using the Muyeol Land development blueprints as her map, heading straight for Go Muyeol’s mansion.
She could have let the AI drive, but stomping the pedal herself was the only thing that calmed her fury.
Finally, the mansion came into sight. She was about to deploy an S-type when—
Shoooom!
A giant screen flared into the air.
“Go Muyeol...!”
The holographic screen showed the mansion courtyard.
It was a party. People gathered, food, drink.
At the center, the root of all evil himself—Go Muyeol—reclined on a sofa, being serviced by the white-dressed woman she had glimpsed before.
And at his side—
“Unni!!”
A leash. A collar. Treated like a dog.
And the outfit... it wasn’t clothing. It was exposure.
Her sister paraded in shameless lingerie, stripped of dignity.
“Go Muyeooool!!!!”
Han Chae-young’s rage boiled over. She slammed the accelerator.
The military vehicle launched forward, smashing through the front gate and skidding to a halt in the courtyard.
Screeech!
And at that very instant, Go Muyeol clutched Levi’s waist tight, shuddering.
Brrruut—!
Even from afar she could see semen spurt between the woman’s thighs.
At least... at least it wasn’t her sister.
But still—disgust.
“You’ve come, my cunt.”
Go Muyeol looked straight at Han Chae-young and smiled crookedly.
“You...!”
She kicked open the door and triggered the S-types.
Not one—two.
She had to keep one in reserve for distraction when escaping, so here she unleashed two.
The vehicle’s roof split, venting smoke as the S-type capsules rose upright, armor shifting with heavy clanks as they began to transform.
It was the kind of display that screamed extraordinary.
But Go Muyeol didn’t flinch. He only smiled at her.
“Levi. Our guest is here. Go greet her.”
“Hahhh...yes, Master~. Though... such a shame to stop now♥.”
“Shame nothing. You’ll get stuffed again later.”
Smack!
“Kyahhh!”
He slapped her ass. Levi rose.
The monstrous shaft slid out with a wet, slurping sound, and globs of white fluid splattered to the ground.
“Fuuuh... we meet again~?”
Still naked, Levi gave a demure greeting.
“Not the time—!”
Han Chae-young didn’t answer. She activated the S-types.
But then Go Muyeol tugged the leash.
“Chae...young—! Ughk!!”
Han Chae-hee, who had thought her sister dead, gasped in shock—then choked as the leash dragged tight.
“Up.”
“L-let...go...!”
When she resisted, Go Muyeol rose, seized her hair, and rammed his filthy cock into her mouth.
“Mmphhh!”
“You bastard!!”
