I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 131

"!"

Ha Eun-young, flipping through the documents, looked up at me with a startled expression.

That signature smile of hers was now completely gone.

A shame, really.

It was a smile that turned me on.

If I manage to make her submit properly, I’ll get to see it again, right?

"Yes, Master. There’s still more left."

"Right. That one should be dealt with, too. Bring her in."

"Understood."

The secretaries, who had been awaiting my instructions, moved to one corner of the building and dragged something along with a grinding noise.

What they brought was a slightly dirty white bathtub, mounted on a cart with wheels for easy movement.

"...!!"

Inside the bathtub was none other than Ma Yeon-ju, curled up and looking completely broken.

To say she was "placed" inside the tub wouldn’t be entirely accurate; the tub was too small, and her body had practically been crammed in.

The highlight, of course, was her appearance. She was completely naked, her face, chest, upper body, thighs, and even her genitals covered in my semen.

Before Ha Eun-young arrived, I had essentially ruined her, humiliating her for hours.

And yes, drugs were involved.

At the time, Ma Yeon-ju was in ecstasy, loving every second of it. But now that the effects had worn off, she looked like a hollow shell of a person—a completely broken wreck.

To someone unaware of the context, she might appear to be a victim of a brutal assault, stripped of her will to live.

But make no mistake: she’s fully conscious and very much alive.

Thinking about it again made me excited.

Ever since Ma Yeon-ju got accustomed to the drugs, her responses had only gotten better, more refined, making her an even tastier treat.

Since she was already ruined, there was a certain freedom in treating her however I wanted.

Should I increase the dosage slightly? She’d probably enjoy it.

"Heh, just looking at her gets me hard again."

I looked around at the secretaries standing nearby and snapped my fingers at one who caught my eye.

"Hey, you."

She immediately turned her body slightly toward me in response.

"Come here and take out my cock."

"Yes, Master."

The secretary nearly ran over, kneeling before me. She carefully unzipped my pants and pulled out my fully erect cock, which slapped her face as it sprang free.

"Suck it."

She stuck out her tongue, licking the length of my shaft before enveloping it with her lips. The sensation was delightful, almost dizzying, but I refocused my attention on Ha Eun-young.

She was visibly shaken, her gaze fixed on Ma Yeon-ju.

"Haah..."

I let out a sigh, stroking the secretary’s head.

"That woman... she’s incredible, isn’t she? Even when dragged here right in front of me, she didn’t spill a word. You’d think she’d let it all out since her life’s already over, right?"

"...."

"So, I just stripped her and fucked her. She tasted amazing."

"...."

"Her pussy’s muscles... wow. It’s like she was trained during her agent days specifically to clench around a cock. It’s an art form."

"...."

"And those breasts? Big, firm, soft, and springy. She’s got talent. A natural-born delicacy."

Ha Eun-young said nothing, but her reaction was clear.

The hand holding the documents slowly dropped, and the papers scattered on the floor.

"Ms. Eun-mi, you know my personality, right? I don’t kill beautiful women. But I can’t just let a spy go free, so I’ve prepared a safety measure."

One of the secretaries approached Ha Eun-young, holding a silver tray.

On it lay two syringes:

Ha Eun-young’s eyes shifted slowly toward them.

"Take those two and inject her. It’s not difficult. Just stick it into her neck and press the plunger. She’ll become an addict and won’t be able to disobey me ever again."

Of course, Ma Yeon-ju was already addicted.

"This is the final step of your test."

Ha Eun-young’s trembling hand reached for the tray.

She picked up one of the syringes.

"Will she inject it without hesitation?" I wondered.

But no, she didn’t.

She stared intently at Ma Yeon-ju and the syringe for a long time, biting her lips hard enough to draw blood. Finally, she closed her eyes tightly.

Crunch.

Her grip on the syringe tightened.

Tremble.

Her fingers turned white as she squeezed, and eventually, the syringe snapped with a soft crack.

The liquid inside dripped down her clenched fist.

"What are you doing? That thing’s expensive."

"The other one."

"Hmm?"

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She muttered lowly, her voice different from usual.

Normally, her voice was refined, soft, and matched her graceful smile. Now, it was low and rough, and that somehow excited me even more.

She looked at me with an expression I’d never seen before—pure hostility.

"The other one is me, isn’t it?"

"Huh?"

The face from the photo—the one from her NIS recruitment days.

That cold, emotionless face now directed its hostility at me.

"You said there were two more. One of them is... Sister Yeon-ju here. And the other..."

"Oh, did I say two? Oops, my loose lips."

I dramatically slapped my lips, clapped my hands, and stood up.

The secretary sucking my cock lost her balance, falling backward, but quickly scrambled back to resume her task.

"Right. The other one is you, Seo Eun-mi—or should I say Ha Eun-young."

"...."

"Sexy dancer, leg-spreader, waist-turning goddess, and expert cock-sucker—our very own Ha Eun-young."

Gnash.

I could hear her teeth grinding—it was definitely her.

"Every part of you is delicious. Your virginity? I took it. Your first kiss? That was mine, too. At this point, doesn’t it make sense for me to be your master?"

Ha Eun-young’s face was now openly expressing anger and disgust.

It was clear she despised me.

But even so, her sharp, cold expression only turned me on more.

"So, shall we move to the finale?"

I shoved the secretary aside and pointed my cock at Ha Eun-young, dripping with spit.

"Come here and let me fuck you."

Ha Eun-young responded:

"Not a chance."

And with that icy declaration, she threw the broken syringe at me. The sharp needle flew straight toward me, its aim precise—she was no amateur.

Of course, one of my secretaries intercepted it mid-air.

Ha Eun-young, having thrown the broken syringe, quickly reached down, grabbed the sword lying on the ground, and swung it at a nearby secretary.

The secretary, however, wasn’t so easily caught off guard and dodged the strike with ease.

In the chaos, Ha Eun-young leapt over the bathtub where Ma Yeon-ju was lying and charged directly toward me.

Her intent was clear—she was ready to die if it meant taking me down.

"Why so scary? You should put that sword down."

I wasn’t worried in the slightest.

No matter how skilled Ha Eun-young was, there was no way she could defeat all my secretaries.

Even if she somehow managed to overpower them, I still had my knight Baek Seol and demon Levi by my side.

Against those two, a mere human like her didn’t stand a chance.

Her desperation only made the whole scene more thrilling.

"She must be trying to make herself even tastier."

"It’s over. Surrender already."

Kwon Dam-bi, one of my top security team leaders, stepped forward.

Her bronzed, athletic figure contrasted beautifully with the paleness of others, making her both visually striking and quite the desirable partner.

I’ve always enjoyed the exotic allure of a healthy, tanned body like hers. With her toned physique, especially her killer curves, Dam-bi was a feast for the eyes.

"Get out of my way!"

Ha Eun-young roared, swinging her sword down with impressive force. Even to my untrained eye, it was a powerful strike.

Dam-bi, however, effortlessly deflected the blade with the back of her hand and countered by slamming her fist into Ha Eun-young’s stomach.

Thud!

"Guhk!"

Ha Eun-young’s body jerked upward from the impact, the force of the blow enough to make even me flinch as I watched.

But Dam-bi wasn’t done yet.

Before Ha Eun-young could recover, Dam-bi struck her wrist, forcing her to drop the sword.

Then, without hesitation, she drove her knee into Ha Eun-young’s already battered abdomen.

"Ghhhk!!"

Ha Eun-young’s legs gave out, and she crumpled to the floor.

Dam-bi prepared to deliver a final blow, but at the last moment, Ha Eun-young drew a small, sharp object from her waistband and swung it.

"Oh, shit."

The blade narrowly missed Dam-bi’s thigh as she expertly stepped back to avoid the slash.

In the brief exchange, Ha Eun-young managed to regain her footing and retreat a few steps, but by then, she was completely surrounded.

Not that it mattered; the moment she stepped into this building, she was already trapped.

With secretaries blocking every escape route, some even armed with guns, there was no way out.

And then...

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"Sister...!"

Ha Eun-young’s composure shattered as she turned to see Ma Yeon-ju standing there.

Had Ma Yeon-ju remained limp and unresponsive, it might not have fazed her. But now, seeing her awake and alert, Ha Eun-young visibly faltered.

Conflict was inevitable.

Would she try to find a way to escape with Ma Yeon-ju?

The stronger their bond, the more difficult the choice.

"She called her ‘Sister.’ It seems they were close."

Even if they weren’t, it didn’t really matter to me.

"Sister, let me—"

Grab!

"—handle this... Huh?!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ma Yeon-ju suddenly embraced her from behind.

It wasn’t a gentle hug but a full-body restraint, locking Ha Eun-young in place.

And then, as if planned, Ma Yeon-ju plunged a prepared syringe into Ha Eun-young’s neck.

"Aagh!!"

"I’m sorry, Eun-young."

"S-Sister...?!!"

Ha Eun-young’s face twisted into a mix of shock, despair, betrayal, rage, and fear.

She looked back at Ma Yeon-ju with an expression so desperate it almost seemed pitiful, but unfortunately, Ma Yeon-ju couldn’t see it from her position.

Click.

Ma Yeon-ju pressed the plunger, injecting the liquid into Ha Eun-young’s body.