I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 133

Monday arrived.

For the past three days, I focused intensely on "training" Ha Eun-young.

Much like I did with Ma Yeon-joo, I used the promise of giving her what she desired to extract information, alternating between periods of neglect and regular doses of drugs throughout the day. While these methods appeared effective in the moment, they didn’t produce lasting results.

As soon as the effects of the drugs wore off, she reverted to hostility as if nothing had happened. It seemed this was due to her “patriotism” trait.

Her unwavering loyalty to the nation caused her to view me, someone she deemed a threat to it, as an enemy. Naturally, this led to negative responses.

"The patriotism trait is proving to be more troublesome than I expected."

In comparison, Ma Yeon-joo had already become my obedient pet. For the pleasure brought by the drugs and the satisfaction she received through me, she had turned into someone willing to do absolutely anything.

Considering she had once been more patriotic than anyone—practically the embodiment of the word—her transformation was astounding.

So, I decided to use Ma Yeon-joo to help train Ha Eun-young. Not by having them engage with one another, but by creating a stark contrast in how they were treated and ensuring Ha Eun-young saw it firsthand.

First, while I was "training" Ha Eun-young, I sent Ma Yeon-joo to Koryo Medical for a full check-up.

I wanted to understand what, if any, issues were causing her current inability to experience pleasure.

"There is no immediate threat to her life," the doctor reported. "The components of the drug developed by Koryo Chemicals are remarkably stable. A short-term dosage is unlikely to cause severe problems. However, in Ma Yeon-joo’s case, the sudden administration to someone with no tolerance, followed by the immediate injection of narcotics, has caused a rapid increase in her brain’s threshold for pleasure. This threshold is now so high that normal stimuli fail to activate it."

"In simpler terms, she can’t feel anything without drugs, right?"

"If you simplify it, yes. However, the pleasure I’m referring to isn’t limited to sexual satisfaction. She’s unable to experience pleasure across all aspects of human activity—hobbies, food, relationships, accomplishments. This will eventually lead to extreme depression."

"Does that mean she’s losing her sense of taste too?"

"Possibly, though not yet. At this stage, she can eat delicious food but feel no joy from it. More importantly, without the reward mechanisms provided by pleasure, even minor pain will be amplified. In Ma Yeon-joo’s case, she’s already suffering from excruciating chronic headaches that were previously manageable. Without drugs, her symptoms are unbearable."

"Oh, shit."

I had assumed her issues were limited to our intimate encounters, but this was far worse than I thought.

"If you continue administering the drugs in this way, her threshold for pleasure will keep increasing, and the side effects will worsen."

The doctor’s briefing left me stunned. My Yeon-joo... She might look fine on the outside, but she was utterly broken inside.

"Can she recover?"

"Technically, it’s not impossible."

"Is there a golden window? A point after which recovery becomes impossible?"

"Not particularly. Even if we miss the window for traditional recovery methods, alternatives like implants or cyberware can externalize the pain. We can also forcibly inject reward mechanisms."

"I see. Got it. You can go now."

"Yes, sir. Be well."

I pondered for a moment.

What should I do for my Yeon-joo?

"Seung-hee."

"Yes."

I started planning a gift for her.

It felt too soon to completely cure her. Once I was sure she had become fully loyal to me, I could consider it.

"Let’s create a chastity belt."

"...A chastity belt?"

"Yeah. A device that administers diluted drugs at regular intervals and stimulates her with a built-in mock phallus—small, about the size of three fingers together."

"..."

"The drug dosage should last for a day, so even without me, she can maintain normal function for that period."

Seung-hee hesitated briefly, looking incredulous, but eventually jotted down my instructions.

"And build a small holding facility. Ha Eun-young and Ma Yeon-joo will be my first inmates. Construct two rooms separated by a transparent wall, allowing them to see each other clearly."

"Should Ha Eun-young’s living conditions be deliberately harsher while making Ma Yeon-joo’s slightly better?"

"We’ll gradually upgrade Ma Yeon-joo’s environment based on her behavior."

"Understood."

Despite Ma ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) Yeon-joo’s current suffering, what would happen if her life began improving while Ha Eun-young’s continued to spiral downward?

Wouldn’t that change Ha Eun-young’s attitude? Especially with a little gaslighting to amplify the effect?

"From today, Yeon-joo is promoted to my temporary secretary and private 'companion.' She’ll commute to and from my side. Outfit her with a camera to stream live footage to Eun-young’s room 24/7."

"Understood."

"How long will it take?"

"The temporary facility will take about ten days to set up. The chastity belt can be ready in three days. Cameras can be installed immediately."

"Faster than I thought. Get started."

"Yes, sir."

While Seung-hee made calls to execute my orders, I contacted Soo-ah.

She had already returned to the mainland early in the morning. Naturally, her goal was to purchase land in the Namdong Industrial Complex.

The acquisition rate was roughly 20%—a decent pace, but not fast enough for my liking.

"I apologize, Master. I’ll speed up the process."

"Negotiations with the city will begin next week. By the week after, it’ll be impossible to keep this quiet. This will bring significant profits, so secure as much land as possible before then."

"Yes, Master."

The hefty incentives she stood to gain would ensure her diligence.

"Now, what else...?"

I considered my next steps.

Perhaps it was time to check in with my aunt.

She had expressed her displeasure about my lack of contact before, and it wouldn’t do to upset her further. Until she was fully mine, I needed to tread carefully.

"Should I send messages to everyone?"

While I was at it, I figured I might as well include the rest of the family, including my grandfather. Such gestures cost me little but could score points.

"Alright, let’s do this."

I quickly crafted messages that sounded polite and familial. For Go Min-young, with whom I shared an intimate past, I wrote something special. For the others, I copy-pasted a generic message, tweaking the titles to suit each recipient.

About twenty seconds later, just as I was putting my phone away, it buzzed repeatedly with replies from the family.

"What the hell?!"

I was startled when all the replies came in at the exact same time.

Were they all just sitting around waiting for a message like this? The fact that they responded so quickly to a simple greeting—especially on a Monday morning—was baffling.

"That was a close one."

The responses weren’t anything special.

Aunts I didn’t have much of a relationship with sent back polite messages asking after their nephew’s well-being.

My grandfather’s reply was predictably long and wordy, full of admiration and pride. It screamed of his age and generation.

Go Min-young’s response, however, was in a class of its own.

As usual, she didn’t shy away from using explicit terms like "dick" and "pussy," but this time she included an unexpected sweetness. She wrote about wanting to spend an intimate and passionate time with me as soon as possible, which was both bold and exciting.

Naturally, if someone sends you hot words like that, it’s only fair to reply in kind.

"Should I raise the stakes a little?"

She started it, after all. Nothing wrong with that.

- I’m already hard.

Hmm.

Oh, crap.

The moment I sent it, I regretted it. Should I delete it?

But it was too late. She’d already read it.

- Really? How hard?

It seemed she was online and ready to respond in real time.

"Damn it, what do I say?"

I had acted impulsively, and now I was drawing a blank. Still, leaving her hanging for too long would seem weird, so I hastily sent another message.

- As much as you like me.

Ugh. That sounded so dumb.

Just as I was cringing at myself, another notification came in.

Ding.

It was another message from Go Min-ji.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

"What the hell?"

The notifications wouldn’t stop. It was all from Go Min-ji.

"She’s relentless."

Ignoring Min-young’s escalating conversation, I checked Min-ji’s messages.

- What’s this? Why’d you send a message like that? Got your toys under control? What about the prisoner?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- ?

- Why aren’t you responding?

- Did you send it and then just ignore me?

- Seriously? Are you ghosting me?

All this fuss over a simple check-in message. Why the overreaction?

- That’s not it. I was replying to others as well.

- Oh, so I wasn’t the only one you messaged.

- ...

- ...? This little punk, what’s with the attitude?

- Sorry, typo. I meant to say "yes." I’m glad to hear you’re doing well.

Ding.

The next message came from Go Min-young, the most important one to me right now. I immediately opened it.

- I miss you. Show me.

"Huh? Show her what?"

- Excuse me?

- I want to see your hard dick.

Oh, fuck.

Go Min-young knew exactly how to push a man’s buttons. This was one of those moments.

Naturally, I was fully erect in no time.

- Are you serious?

- Yes, I’m serious.

- You really want me to send it?

- Yes, send it.

Damn. She’s bold as hell.

Well, if she wants it, I might as well oblige. Raising the stakes was what I’d been aiming for anyway.

"Seung-hee."

"Yes."

"Take out my dick."

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Seung-hee knelt before me without hesitation, unzipping my pants and pulling out my fully erect dick. She brought her mouth close to—

"Don’t suck it."

I dismissed her and snapped a photo of myself.

This felt so strange.

"Ugh. It looks awful."

Looking at the picture, I cringed. I’d send it, but I was deleting it right after.

Ding.

"Alright, delete it imme—oh, shit!"

- ?

- What’s this?

- Hey, what the fuck is this?

- Seriously, what the hell?