I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 495

“What... is... that...?”

Han Chae-young couldn’t make sense of the scene before her.

No—more precisely, her brain refused to.

It was a reality too atrocious to accept as-is, beyond anything she could bear to take in.

How much effort had gone into creating Great Demons, and then the S-type beyond them.

Countless researchers had ground down their own bodies for a single belief—to drive out evil and restore a normal world.

The organization had never balked at filthy, tedious, dangerous work; even if it meant wearing disgrace, they gave full support.

This was the fruit of that labor.

Great Demons.

And the S-type.

A Great Demon, born human, carried combat power in no way inferior to Biotech’s loathsome abominations—and the upgraded Great Demon, the S-type, had taken the heads off a new breed of monster that had once turned Great Demons to pulp, just like cutting grain.

The Abyss’s masterstroke, its final weapon.

Which is why—

Han Chae-young, deep down, had been confident.

Maybe not Militaris knights—but Biotech demons? The S-type could handle them...!

“Ugh, clammy... And it feels awful. Nasty. Revolting. It stinks, and if it stains—”

So what was this supposed to be?

A weapon wrought from the hopes of so many researchers and the organization, finally created by grinding and grinding—torn apart this easily?

“Ugh...”

Levi—the author of that unbelievable ruin—acted like it was nothing, idly distracted.

First she pinched the loop of intestine off her shoulder and tossed it aside, then took a long breath as she looked over her body, drenched in blood.

She tried to shake off the stuck flesh and clotted blood—no use.

“Haa... seriously...”

Being reduced to this was irritating—but more than anything, it enraged her to have shown such a sight to the Master behind her.

“If you’d been a man useless to the Master in any way, I would have killed you very slowly—by the most horrible, painful means I can imagine.”

Already covered in filth, Levi swept back her long hair with hands slick in blood without a second thought.

A terrifying figure no one would ever associate with the always elegant, languid, at-ease Levi.

Perhaps because of that, Han Chae-young’s legs trembled; she finally collapsed.

“That’s impossible... No way. No way. N—no way...!!!”

The reality she wanted to deny pitched her into panic.

Despair and fear, barely suppressed by hope and fury, lifted their heads.

Her mind went blank, a hot throb split her skull, and dizziness washed over her so hard she could scarcely stay sane.

Run—

Shouldn’t I run?

There’s—

there’s no hope at all, is there?

Even sending two S-types at once couldn’t beat that damned woman; what am I going to do with the one left?

“Levi, you—!!”

Meanwhile, Go Muyeol, gripping Han Chae-hee by the hair, [non-graphic summary: continued to force oral sex, using her head like a toy and thrusting violently].

The thudding was loud enough to hear, and though Han Chae-hee kept voicing distress, he ignored it and used her throat.

“Ah...! M—Master, I’m sorry... to show you... like this—”

Levi worried, apologizing in a rush—what if the Master, who should have been in the middle of an enjoyable act, went soft at the sight of her drenched in blood and gore?

Even so, she never showed the wreck of her face.

No matter what, her face—most important of all—had to remain as beautiful and arousing as possible.

“What are you talking about!”

Go Muyeol, of course, wasn’t the sort to go soft over a sight like that.

Not that he had some grotesque fetish—but the hidden side of Levi he’d never known was... intensely attractive.

A woman who never lost her elegance, now raging like a berserk barbarian.

How could that not be arousing.

“Hff—!”

Aroused, Go Muyeol [non-graphic summary: climaxed in Han Chae-hee’s throat, discharging a large volume].

“Ghk?!”

Even with it going straight into her throat, it was so much she gagged out what she couldn’t swallow.

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“That just now—that was insanely sexy.”

“Y—yes?? S—sexy...??”

Riled up by Levi’s ferocity, he’d pounded Han Chae-hee’s mouth and spilled.

He loved the elegant-yet-vulgar Levi who was always refined in front of him—but that savage side from a moment ago was also excellent.

A strong woman with wild aura has her own savor when you take her.

“Yeah. Crazy sexy. Look at this. I poured a ton.”

When he pulled out of Han Chae-hee’s mouth, she coughed up what she hadn’t managed to swallow.

If this were mid-conditioning he’d never have forgiven it, but this once—he let it slide.

“Ah, ahh... I... see?”

“Mm. So don’t worry—go wash up. Good work, Levi.”

“Y—yes...!”

After ripping two rampaging robot-humans(?) to shreds, Levi turned back into his elegant, vulgar, demure woman and clip-clopped into the mansion.

What remained—

“Ha... haha... Right. That’s what it was...”

—was Han Chae-young, hollowed out.

There’s nothing else, right?

That had to be her trump card.

She’d hidden that so well.

“Direct line, of course there’d be a knight at his side. He must be using a lot of knights for private purposes. If the opponent is a knight, then... yeah. Even an S-type is still far short. No real-world data, and more importantly—”

Mutter, mutter, mutter...

She’d gotten hold of some spectacular misunderstanding.

She’d mistaken Levi for a knight?

Stronger than she expected, was it?

Granted, Levi just now had been far stronger than even I expected.

“Levi isn’t a knight. She’s a demon.”

I told her the truth.

Shoving the still-stiff thing aside, I nudged the retching Han Chae-hee away and walked toward Han Chae-young.

She had a gun in hand—but I had knights. I wasn’t worried.

“W—what did you say?”

“Levi isn’t a knight. She’s a demon.”

Her eyes went round, like—don’t be ridiculous.

For someone who had lost all hope and collapsed, she still had a lively reaction.

“She’s the demon I favor most, but—tragically—I can’t register her genes. She’s filed under Jia’s property. I put in the order ages ago to see if there was any way to overwrite that—but I guess there’s been no progress.”

“Liar...”

“Well, in a way that’s obvious. If you can overwrite an existing gene registration, that means someone could swap out the genes I registered, too. That’s... dicey.”

Granted, the only ones who could do that would be my family—

but there’s a difference between my genes being slotted and a family member’s genes being slotted.

“So I’ve decided to live with it. Besides, Jia is also a cunt I favor, so it doesn’t matter much.”

Crack—

“Mm?!”

I stepped right up, took the sharp chin of the despairing, seated Han Chae-young in my ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ hand.

Her face was small enough to fit easily in one palm.

I turned that dangerously beautiful face this way and that, spilling unfiltered admiration.

“Damn—look how pretty you are. And that body—looked insane just now. A body like this? It needs to be used every single day. From head to toe. Your whole body is just one big pussy.”

“??!!!”

Maybe it shocked her that much—Han Chae-young flinched, her already large eyes going wider, her neck tightening as she braced.

“I really enjoyed your sister. I’m really looking forward to you.”

“Mmph—n—no—”

She started to quake.

With her face in my hand, she flailed her arms, then suddenly wrenched free and backed fast toward the car she’d arrived in.

“H—hiiik!! No, nooo!!!”

Watching her scurry in a rush, fast on her feet, was a sight for sore eyes.

Prey should behave like this.

That terror-stricken beauty never gets old.

“What’s this? Running now?”

“I—”

In her panicked flight she dropped the gun.

Han Chae-young’s eyes darted belatedly to the pistol on the ground, but I stepped in and kicked it far away.

“Ah...”

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She had nothing left to rely on.

At last, the anger, excitement, and faint hope that had barely clung to her face vanished completely—replaced by deep despair, fear, terror, and disgust.

She finally saw her situation clearly.

“Ah—ahh... N—no... don’t come, don’t come near!!”

“That won’t do. If I don’t come, how am I supposed to eat you.”

“Come closer and I’ll kill you!!!!”

In a panic she scrabbled over the floor, somehow pushed herself upright on trembling legs, then hurriedly brought up and worked the panel on the car.

“S—S-type, S-type...!”

“Again with the S-type? You saw it. Useless.”

“A—ahh... please—f—faster...!!”

Apparently those two weren’t all there was.

Looked like she meant to activate that useless thing again—but before that—

Squeeze—

I stepped up and hugged Han Chae-young from behind.

“!!!!”

A soft woman’s body, warm and scented, sank into my arms.

I buried my face in the nape of her neck and drank in her scent, then cupped a full handful of breast and whispered in her ear.

“Checkmate. From the moment you were born.”