I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 136

A week flew by.

That’s often the case when there’s a lot to do, but this week seemed to pass even faster due to all the enjoyable training sessions.

Ma Yeon-ju, Ha Eun-young, and even Lee Na-eun.

Well, strictly speaking, Lee Na-eun wasn’t exactly a training subject, but given how intensely I focused on her, it was close enough.

When you’re doing something you enjoy, days seem to pass quickly. And when days pass quickly, so does the week.

“You want me... to wear this?”

Ma Yeon-ju took the chastity belt Seung-hee handed her, tilting her head in confusion.

Currently free of the influence of drugs, she didn’t seem entirely herself—though she appeared to be adjusting, given her only mild scowl.

“Yeah. Wear it from now on.”

“...Okay.”

She didn’t seem thrilled about it.

That was expected since I hadn’t explained it yet.

Being told to wear something like a diaper—of course, anyone would be reluctant.

Besides, a chastity belt symbolizes control. I’d hate it too if I were in her place.

“But once she wears it, she’ll see the difference.”

This chastity belt was custom-made specifically for Ma Yeon-ju.

It periodically released diluted medication to restore her damaged body to proper function. Additionally, it came equipped with a small but steady vibrating mechanism to stimulate her.

These two features would ensure that her body, conditioned to crave constant pleasure, would remain manageable despite its “noise.”

I was effectively rescuing her from her torment, albeit in my own way.

As a bonus, the belt’s design had been adjusted to accommodate a neutralizer I procured from Min Ji-ah. The neutralizer suppressed the effects of the medication and allowed her body to heal slightly.

In other words, as long as this was used, there would be no further harm.

How considerate of me.

Ma Yeon-ju undressed without hesitation, standing naked as she put on the chastity belt.

The sound of several clicks echoed, and her appearance became somewhat ridiculous.

She seemed aware of how absurd she looked, her expression briefly contorting in discomfort.

But then...

“Ugh?! Ah... ahhh!! W-What is this?!”

The reaction came quickly.

As long as the medication and battery cartridge were replaced every 24 hours, she could maintain an optimized daily routine without any additional intervention.

Or so I hoped.

“Ah... ahhh....”

The initial explosive reaction subsided, and Ma Yeon-ju calmed down.

She now appeared like a regular person—neither the lethargic shut-in she usually was nor the crazed addict she became under heavy medication.

She was just... a woman.

“H-How is this possible...!”

Her hands roamed over her body, especially her face.

Her most severe symptom had been debilitating headaches caused by the drug’s side effects.

Those must have eased now.

“Based on Ma Yeon-ju’s physical data and drug response, we calculated the ideal dosage for her to live as normally as possible. As long as you replace the cartridge every 24 hours, she should have no issues with daily life,” Seung-hee explained.

Tears streamed down Ma Yeon-ju’s face, overwhelmed by the restoration of the daily life she thought she’d lost forever.

“Th-Thank you, Master...!!”

“You heard what she said—you need to replace the cartridge every 24 hours. Understand?”

“Yes! I swear absolute loyalty to you, Master!!”

She prostrated herself before me.

The solemnity of the moment was somewhat undermined by the faint buzzing sound of the vibrator stimulating her.

“Good.”

Once Ma Yeon-ju was dressed, I took the women to inspect the temporary detention center under construction.

It wasn’t a particularly complex project, so it was expected to be completed within a few days.

“Hmm. That’ll be Ha Eun-young’s room, and this one will be Ma Yeon-ju’s.”

“Yes.”

The two adjacent rooms were starkly different, even in their unfinished state.

Ha Eun-young’s room was a stereotypical prison cell, while Ma Yeon-ju’s was entirely different, featuring smooth marble flooring from the ground up.

“Ha Eun-young’s room will resemble a classic prison. Iron bars will be installed at the front, and the door will match that design. In contrast, Ma Yeon-ju’s room is modeled after a 30-pyeong apartment in Songdo. It will feature marble flooring and walls, built-in furniture, and a household robot for constant assistance—(details omitted).”

“Nice.”

The stark difference in treatment was intentional, a method to gradually implement psychological conditioning.

Whether or not it would be effective, only time would tell.

“Our Yeon-ju will play a significant role.”

“I will do my utmost to ensure results, Master.”

“You better.”

I patted Ma Yeon-ju on the shoulder and left the site.

It was time to leave the artificial island—not permanently, but for the upcoming Incheon Prosecutor’s Office Invasion.

Once I achieved my goals, I’d return.

“Now that I think about it, the Songdo mansion doesn’t seem all that necessary.”

Compared to the grandeur and opulence of the mansion on the artificial island, the Songdo mansion felt downright modest.

Still, selling it seemed like a hassle.

“Maybe I’ll use it for a special dungeon meeting event later.”

Or repurpose it as a dedicated meeting hall.

It’s not like real estate disappears, so keeping it around for potential use seemed like the best option.

At the front of the mansion, rows of AV pads were lined up, ready to depart.

Present were Lee Na-eun, who looked slightly uncomfortable between her legs from all the action, my key staff, and Baek Seol and Levi.

With the group growing larger, it seemed time to purchase more AVs. Maybe even a few exclusive ones for the dungeon meetings.

“Seung-hee.”

“Yes.”

“Calculate how many AVs we’ll need for the dungeon meetings, the PMC, and my personal use. It’s time to expand.”

“Yes, understood.”

I boarded an AV amidst the farewells from my dungeon members and staff.

Lee Na-eun sat beside me.

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- Entering a restricted flight zone.

The interior of the AV was bathed in red light.

A loud alarm blared, a scene I had grown quite accustomed to.

This was all because I was brazenly intruding on the Incheon Prosecutor's Office airspace without any prior notice or authorization.

By now, their security team was probably in full-blown panic mode, acting like a bomb had gone off.

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AI-driven warning broadcasts played repeatedly, one after another.

Naturally, I ignored them and continued forward.

Eventually, a human voice came on the mic.

- Unidentified AV, stop immediately. You are currently trespassing in the airspace of the Incheon Prosecutor’s Office! This is your final warning. Unidentified AV, stop now!! Failure to comply will result in action under Article 1, Clause 3 of the Anti-Terrorism Act—

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The voice was firm and sharp—a woman’s.

It belonged to the same security chief who had been in charge during my last raid on the Prosecutor's Office.

If I remembered correctly, she was a young woman with a ponytail.

Back then, the situation had been so chaotic that her facial features hadn’t left much of an impression.

“Master, preparing for landing.”

“Go ahead.”

The AV descended toward the rooftop AV pad.

As the AV approached, the rooftop door swung open, and security personnel poured out, taking formation and aiming their guns.

The scene wasn’t much different from the last time.

“Let’s see our dear sister’s face again, shall we?”

Sure enough, the commanding officer was the same ponytailed woman from before.

Given that dozens of her security team members had ended up hospitalized, with one nearly dying, it was impressive she still held her position.

She must be quite the capable individual.

Otherwise, she’d have been fired.

Maybe I should feel a little sorry for her?

“Baek Seol, Levi, step out first.”

“Yes.”

Baek Seol and Levi were the first to open the door and exit.

Then my secretaries followed en masse.

Finally, I stepped out with Gwon Dan-bi, Lee Na-eun, and the others.

The scene was tense, a classic powder keg situation. Dozens of people faced off against one another, and it felt like the slightest sneeze would set off a full-scale clash.

Amid the tense standoff, I stepped forward and spoke.

"Unidentified? That hurts my feelings. Don’t you recognize me? I remember you, after all. It’s only been a month."

“...!”

The ponytailed woman bit her lip hard.

"Again...! Why are you here again?! Because of you, I’ve been docked six months’ pay!!!!"

“Oh, really? My bad.”

So they hadn’t let her off completely.

Still, to stand her ground like this while knowing who I was—now that takes guts.

No wonder she’s the security chief.