I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 187

It had been a while since I’d been to Songdo.

This time, it was because of Lee Na-eun’s department dinner.

It was an annoying chore, but since I had decided to give her some face, I figured I might as well do it properly. Besides, I was curious about her subordinates.

Ten prosecutors, all women.

Could I really resist playing with them? No, I had to taste for myself, at least out of curiosity.

So, I personally negotiated with the chief prosecutor to organize the dinner as a sort of departmental outing. The bastard, however, gave off the vibe that he wanted to tag along. After unleashing a string of harsh curses at him, I walked out.

He looked deeply offended, but at least he knew his place and didn’t push further.

Was he insane? What did he think he was trying to join?

“Get rid of him. Find a female chief prosecutor as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Master.”

I rode the AV to the Songdo estate. Before moving to the artificial island, I used to stay at my office in Ganghwa regularly, so it had been ages since I’d been here.

“Home is still the best.”

Truth be told, I initially planned to visit the entertainment district in Songdo.

Songdo is the wealthiest area in Incheon and an extraordinary hub of nightlife.

It wasn’t always like this, though. Surprisingly, in its early days, Songdo was a quiet city with no ties to nightlife.

That changed after the Third World War when a flood of Chinese and other foreigners poured into Incheon, turning it into utter chaos.

In other words, the current state of relative stability took decades to achieve.

Anyway, as such a massive hub of nightlife, there were places I wanted to check out, like a recently opened club called “Secret Viewer.”

This club had an innovative concept. While people on the first floor danced and partied, VIPs on the second floor could watch them through a glass floor.

From the first floor, though, the glass ceiling appeared opaque, so it looked like an ordinary ceiling.

In the end, the club divided people into classes: the VIPs enjoying the view from above and the oblivious partiers below.

If it were just a glass floor with a view below, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But the club openly advertised this concept, causing quite a stir.

‘Should I build something similar on the artificial island?’

Yeah. That sounded like a good idea.

After all, I currently manage nearly a thousand female celebrities. Setting up facilities like that on the island would be perfect for calling them over for wild parties whenever I felt like it.

And it’s not just celebrities. I also collect women who have hit rock bottom due to scandals like sexual bribery and all sorts of other incidents. There’s no shortage of female criminals in Incheon to fill the island’s prisons either.

During the recent major operation to clean up the Namdong Industrial Complex, some managed to escape. Once they were tracked down, if they were pretty, they’d be sent straight to my island.

‘Pack the first floor with girls dancing, watch from above on the second floor, and pick the tastiest ones to bring up.’

Perfect.

This was it. I decided on the spot.

Lost in pleasant fantasies, time passed quickly, and I arrived at the estate. The place stirred a sense of nostalgia.

“How long has it been?”

“Ahhh.”

Dan-tto waddled down behind me.

“Hey. How much did you eat to be waddling already?”

“I-It’s because of the celebration!”

“Seriously. What kind of celebration is so important?”

Dragging the trembling Dan-tto, I gave her a tour of the estate.

“This is my original home. It’s worth 16 billion won.”

It’s likely to increase in value soon.

“Sixteen billion...! With that money, you could buy hot bars—”

“You’re insane.”

She was out of her mind, thinking about trading a house for hot bars.

How obsessed could someone be with food?

“You, since you’re here, run five laps around the estate.”

“W-What?!”

“You just ate a melon bar earlier. That’s all fat. Move it.”

I smacked her on the butt, and she gritted her teeth as she dashed off.

She screamed back, “I told you it’s zero calories!” as she ran.

“Wow. She listens so well now. Look at her run off right away.”

Dan-tto was growing.

*****

The entire mansion was in a party mood.

Secretaries bustled around, carrying food and alcohol, while celebrities brought in from Koryo Entertainment danced in various corners of the estate.

“Wow, woah...”

Dan-tto wandered around, exclaiming in amazement at the sights. For someone who probably came from an equally decadent neighborhood, it was surprising to see her so awestruck.

“Over there... it’s a sort of depressing decadence from a lack of things. But here... it feels like everything is so overflowing it’s rotten.”

What nonsense was that supposed to be?

In any case, there were far more people than I’d initially expected. Since I had decided to come to the mansion instead of a club, I figured I’d recreate a similar atmosphere here.

Want the vibe of a club? Then all you need is the right crowd.

Strip the secretaries down, pull in the celebrities I manage to sing and dance, add some flashing lights, blast the speakers, and voilà—a makeshift club experience.

I knew this because I’d done it before. Back when I bought an island for a high-end Go board, I released celebrities there and threw a wild party. I still think about those times occasionally.

“Have fun, Dan-tto. Just for today, I’m allowing you unlimited food.”

“U-Unlimited...!”

Dan-tto swallowed hard and disappeared into the crowd, bouncing with excitement.

Upstairs, Lee Na-eun and the prosecutors were gathered.

Under dim lighting and the thump of rhythmic music, everyone held bottles of alcohol or soft drinks in both hands as they swayed their bodies.

“Ah, Master.”

Of course, Na-eun was an exception.

Being a hopelessly uncoordinated dancer, she wouldn’t dare move without my explicit orders. Waiting for my arrival, she stood quietly at the staircase. I immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and led her toward the prosecutors.

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

“...You already know. I’ll only dance on Master’s lap.”

“Hah, listen to her talk.”

God, she was tempting me.

“Sir...!”

The prosecutors, who had been moving to the music, tensed slightly when they noticed me. Still, perhaps thanks to the alcohol, the mood wasn’t entirely serious.

“Your outfits are... impressive.”

Had Na-eun instructed them? Every single one of them wore outrageously provocative attire.

For starters, no one had a top on. Their chests were fully exposed, and every sway of their bodies traced the arcs of their nipples.

As for the bottoms, there was some variety: some wore only pantyhose, others had pencil skirts, and a few had tight-fitting leggings.

The ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) common theme was the emphasis on their legs.

“Are you prosecutors or prostitutes?”

“Aww~ Don’t say that; it makes me sad~.”

One of the prosecutors whined playfully, clinging to my arm.

“Well. Na-eun, that’s what coquettishness looks like. Try it once.”

“W-What?”

Even the more developed Na-eun couldn’t imitate the syrupy tone of her voice.

I moved my arm, which was holding Na-eun, and grabbed the chest of the prosecutor clinging to me.

“Ahh~!”

Her faint moan blended subtly with the loud music, making it even more erotic.

The other prosecutors started gathering around me as well. They were surprisingly bold. Was it the alcohol?

It seemed like tonight would be much wilder than I’d anticipated.

“Well, should we start by tasting some breast milk?”

“Whaaat? But we don’t produce milk—”

“If you don’t, then we’ll make some.”

“W-Wha—?!”

Her face twisted in shock at whatever scenario her imagination conjured up. freёnovelkiss.com

I snatched the bottle of alcohol she was holding and poured it over her chest.

“Kyaa~! It’s cold!”

Without hesitation, I leaned down and latched onto her breast. The sharp bite of alcohol mixed with the rush of excitement sent blood surging southward.

“Ahhh~!”

*****

Deputy Chief Prosecutor Oh Yoon-ju was sitting in a corner.

Well, "hiding" might be an exaggeration—she was just seated at the edge of the room at a table with a chair.

It wasn’t exactly the most inconspicuous spot, but what choice did she have? Skipping the dinner wasn’t an option.

It wasn’t that she disliked these gatherings. In fact, she actually enjoyed social events like this.

But today...

Today wasn’t just about fun, and that was the problem.

‘...Everyone’s gone completely insane.’

Her gaze, cold and detached, landed on the center of the room. It was pure chaos.

The music was fast-paced, accompanied by flashing lights, alcohol, and food, driving everyone into a state of frenzied excitement.

‘Prosecutors should have some dignity, how could they...!’

The worst offenders were the junior prosecutors.

When she first greeted them earlier, they had appeared modest and reserved. But now, whether it was Na-eun’s influence or the mansion itself that had twisted their minds, they were bare-chested, swaying their bodies in ways that defied belief.

And after Go Muyeol had arrived, they had fully entered "prostitute mode."

Who would even believe these women were prosecutors? Forget legal professionals—no one would even think they were government employees.

‘...Maybe it’s unavoidable.’

As absurd as it was, she couldn’t entirely fault them.

Calming herself, she tried to consider their perspective. These were people who worked for money and power, and now they were at a department dinner held in an opulent mansion, surrounded by secretaries and celebrities carefully arranged to create the perfect atmosphere.

On top of that, the immensely powerful Go Muyeol was personally present.

If playing along here could elevate their status in the blink of an eye, who cared about a little debasement?

‘Sigh. Will I... make it out of here in one piece...?’

She glanced toward Go Muyeol.

He was stretching his hands everywhere, fondling female prosecutors, sucking on their breasts, grabbing another’s face to kiss her. He was partying more decadently than anyone else.

Looking at him, it was hard to imagine leaving this place unscathed.

“Prosecutor?”

At that moment, someone approached her.

It was a woman named Im Soo-ah, Go Muyeol’s chief secretary.

She was said to be a former police officer, but with her stunning appearance, one could easily mistake her for a model.

Im Soo-ah sat down across from Oh Yoon-ju.

“I noticed you were sitting alone, so I came over. Is something troubling you?”