I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 228

The Day After a Night of Debauchery

The next morning after a day of indulgence.

The secretaries, who had been sorting through the gifts I received since yesterday in shifts, had finally finished categorizing everything.

By the time I woke up, they had even planned out exactly how much each item would sell for, how it would be sold, and through what channels.

Truly, an impeccable job.

‘As expected, having more subordinates makes life easier.’

It was true in the past, and it’s no different now.

The more people you can command, the greater you can maximize everything.

Profits, power, and convenience.

“Hmm. Well, this should do. Go ahead with it.”

“Yes, sir.”

I skimmed through the report, gave my final approval, and ate while listening to a brief morning report.

The morning report usually covered events from the previous day, anything that happened while I was asleep, and any changes that might affect my schedule today.

The first two weren’t anything noteworthy, but the last one was a bit more significant.

“The car you decided to gift to Seo Hyun-joo, the chief of Social Affairs at Shin Mirae Ilbo, has been delivered today.”

“Oh? Perfect timing. Is it ready to drive?”

“Yes. It requires a simple inspection, but if you’d like, we can have everything taken care of within the day.”

“Then...”

I was planning to visit Shin Mirae Ilbo soon anyway.

After all, I had become the owner of the newspaper, and it had been a while since I last tasted Seo Hyun-joo’s virgin, married pussy.

Might as well celebrate her promotion with a good fuck in her new office.

“Contact the dealership and let them know I’ll be picking it up after lunch, so make sure it’s fully prepared by then. After I receive it, I’ll head straight to Shin Mirae Ilbo.”

“Understood.”

“Oh, and don’t forget to assign a driver for Hyun-joo.”

“Yes, sir.”

Since I was giving her a car, delivering it personally on the spot would leave a much stronger impression.

After breakfast, I went through my usual morning routine.

I trained with Soo-ah’s coaching, practiced my shooting drills, and worked on mastering my combat techniques.

I hadn’t been at it for long, so there weren’t any visible results yet, but sweating it out like this helped clear my mind, which felt good.

And if I followed that up with a hot bath and a good fuck, then it’d be absolutely perfect.

But today, I planned to relieve myself with Hyun-joo, so I held back.

“Ah.”

Just before heading out, I suddenly had a good idea and stopped in my tracks.

“Do we have any cash on hand? Physical bills.”

“Ah, yes. We have about 1 billion won available.”

“Bring it all. Put it in a box.”

“Yes, sir.”

One of the secretaries immediately sprinted off.

“I was thinking—it's the first time I’m making an official appearance. If I go empty-handed, it’d feel lacking.”

“A wise decision, sir.”

“If people are going to follow me, they need to see that every road I walk turns into gold.”

Of course, Hyun-joo would get her share.

But I also planned to distribute it generously to everyone, from the editor-in-chief down to the lowest-ranking reporters.

“But among journalists, there are always a few self-righteous fools... They might make a big deal about this, maybe even write an exposé.”

Seung-hee expressed concern.

She was worried that some idiot might leak a story about me handing out bribes.

“The owner handing out money to his employees—what’s the big deal?”

“....”

“Don’t worry about it. Incheon has far bigger, more fucked-up things happening every day.”

“Yes, sir.”

Soon, the secretary returned with a box full of cash.

Even though it was 1 billion won, using high-denomination bills made it smaller than expected.

“I should’ve prepared this in advance. It just came to me last minute. Tsk.”

Heading to the Dealership

I took the AV to the dealership where Hyun-joo’s car was waiting.

There was no need for any complicated procedures—I simply signed off on the handover, had the driver take the wheel, and settled into the back seat.

Meanwhile, my AV floated along behind us, maintaining a steady distance.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.”

Even in this era, where fully autonomous driving was the norm, having a personal chauffeur was practically mandatory for the upper class.

Reaching a certain level of success and still driving yourself?

That was a bit pathetic.

For a third-generation chaebol heir like me, it was out of the question.

On the way, I scrolled through my phone, looking at pictures of Hyun-joo.

She was one of my earliest cum dumpsters, so I had plenty of personal collections from our sessions.

“Damn, just looking at her gets me hard.”

Seo Hyun-joo was the epitome of a sultry MILF.

From the moment you saw her, you could tell her body was made for fucking—dripping with a sinful sex appeal that practically tortured your dick.

And that face—so perfectly fuckable.

Not to mention, her massive tits—just thinking about how a body that obscene could still have been a virgin was baffling.

“Today, I’m gonna make sure she can’t even walk out.”

Buzz.

Just as I was getting into it, a message notification popped up, covering Hyun-joo’s face.

“Seo Aram?”

‘Oh, right. It’s about that time.’

The original female lead, Seo Aram, was supposed to officially become my secretary soon.

She was set to arrive sometime in January, so at the latest, within the next two weeks.

That meant I had to start thinking about how to use her.

‘January’s gonna be busy.’

The message was a random thank-you note from her.

‘Her mother, who was practically terminal, recovered and regained consciousness...’

In the original story, Seo Aram was buried in debt trying to pay for her mother’s medical treatment.

She eventually resorted to selling her body, but even then, the debt only grew, and in the end, she couldn’t save her mother, who died anyway.

That led to her descent into darkness, where she went on a rampage, murdering loan sharks—a central plotline from the prologue to the early-mid stages of the main story.

But now?

Her life had taken a completely different turn.

‘Well, for starters, there aren’t any loan sharks anymore.’

I made sure of that.

Not personally, of course—just gave the order.

And now, even the direct cause of her dark transformation—her mother’s death—was gone.

Which meant that the story I knew was completely irrelevant now.

‘But does the story even matter anymore?

She’s just my secretary now. My personal cum dumpster.”

I Took Out the Male Lead and Claimed the Female Lead

From the very beginning, I hunted down the male lead and killed him, while the female lead became my secretary.

With that alone, I had already neutralized the biggest threat posed by the main story.

For me, the greatest danger was the protagonist-tier stat monsters forming their own independent faction.

Depending on how the plot progressed, these protagonists could rise as Koryo Group’s greatest corporate rival or, in some routes, deal catastrophic damage to the company.

But now?

That wasn’t happening.

Which meant this was over.

Even if Seo Aram held any resentment toward me, I had her right under my nose, where I could watch her every single day.

Not to mention, I could see status windows, meaning I could immediately detect any hint of betrayal.

And on top of that, her mother was effectively a hostage.

There was no realistic way she could ever go against me in this situation.

‘No more threats, no more concerns.’

I sent back a short, casually reassuring response.

Her reply came instantly—she seemed overjoyed at being able to talk to her mother again.

She even took the opportunity to reaffirm her loyalty to me, throwing in some embarrassingly devoted words along the way.

Something about her felt different again.

The first time I met her.

The time I saw her again at Prestige.

And now, talking to her through texts.

She gave off a different vibe each time. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Was it because she was the protagonist?

Her rapid growth seemed to include rapid personality shifts as well.

‘Well, makes sense. If we go by the original story, her current personality isn’t even her real one anyway.’

Her official game illustration depicted her with a worn-out, exhausted expression—surrounded by a decadent, grimy atmosphere thick with the stench of cigarettes and gunpowder.

She looked nothing like the Seo Aram I was dealing with now.

‘That version... actually sounds kinda hot.’

I let my mind wander for a moment.

If I made her pull off that hard-boiled noir aesthetic, but with the face and body I saw back at Prestige...

That would be a glorious cock-hunting experience.

‘I should make her do it sometime.’

Arrival at Shin Mirae Ilbo

“Master, we’ve arrived.”

Before I knew it, we had reached Shin Mirae Ilbo.

“Good work.”

The car rolled to a stop at the entrance of the newspaper headquarters.

Hearing the news, a crowd of employees had already gathered outside.

Among them, a bald, middle-aged man—clearly someone important—stood surrounded by other executives.

And right there, standing out like a lone gem among rocks, was Seo Hyun-joo.

Click.

As my secretary opened the car door, I stepped outside.

All of them immediately bowed deeply in unison.

“Welcome, young master!!”

The one who spoke the loudest was likely the editor-in-chief or publisher.

If it wasn’t me or the board of directors, then he was effectively the highest-ranking figure in the company.

But I didn’t bother focusing ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) on him.

Shin Mirae Ilbo was already mine.

Sooner or later, Seo Hyun-joo would be the one sitting at the very top.

It was just a matter of time.

“I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Go Muyeol, the new owner of Shin Mirae Ilbo.”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, I casually caught the car keys from my driver—then tossed them toward Hyun-joo.

Startled, she fumbled slightly before managing to catch them with both hands.

“That’s your car.”

“!!”

“Go park it.”

Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked into the building.

A beat later, Seo Hyun-joo finally called out her thanks.

Of course, she could’ve just handed it off to the driver, but...

Where’s the impact in that?

If I’m giving her something, I might as well make a show out of it.