I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 214: 18+

Minji and I lost ourselves in a whirlwind of physical activity, as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Minji's padding was soaked through with fluids from both of us, the towel laid down afterward was no different, and wherever we went, we left puddles behind. We tried every piece of furniture, each one bearing the brunt of our relentless energy.

I wanted to keep going for days, but time was against us.

"Ah, damn, that really hurts," Minji grimaced, touching her swollen privates. It was likely due to our excessively vigorous activities.

"How in heat were you, really?" "That's rich coming from you."

I was incredibly aroused myself, but Minji was no less affected.

"We have to present soon, what are we going to do?" "Do you really have to be the one to do it?" "When else do we get to show our faces to the underlings?" "...On Chuseok?" "That's just a brief appearance. Everyone really gathers for Lunar New Year." "I see."

The night of December 31st transitioning into January 1st. The event was supposed to start at 11 PM, followed by a video recap of the year’s highlights, then a countdown beginning at 11:59 PM. Once the new year began, the serious work of delivering the New Year’s briefing would start.

With such a tight schedule, our fervent escapades had to be paused. It was time to start getting ready.

"Does it hurt that much? Then we probably can’t later." "..."

Resigned to reality, I contemplated booking a room with Minji after the event. She had tried to contact me earlier, but I was unavailable because I was... occupied. I’d lied and said I was sleeping, though her reply dripped with disappointment.

"Come with me."

Minji pulled me towards the bathroom, where she miraculously revived my spent self.

"Why...?" "What do you mean why?"

Enduring an uncomfortable position, she inserted my revived member.

"Ugh...!"

She successfully took me all the way in after a deep breath.

"Phew... huh," she checked in. "Are you okay?" "Ah... fuck, why is it so big...!"

She was testing to see if she could handle more, but it looked painful yet somehow arousing.

I held her shoulders and gently withdrew.

"Ah."

Minji looked at me sadly.

"We'll do it again next time." "Fuck, you don’t understand this desperation." "What desperation..." "You’re really turned on."

Annoyed, Minji turned on the shower and started spraying me aggressively. The pressure was quite strong and a bit painful.

"What the hell?!" "That’s for the cum you gave me!" "No."

Was this really happening?

Not to be outdone, I turned on the faucet and splashed back at Minji.

"Oho?"

Minji went ballistic. The bathroom was a mess, and soon the door swung open, water spilling into the already puddle-laden room.

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After splashing each other, we showered together, and somehow managed another round of sex. I was fine, but Minji was clearly in pain and doubted she could go another round.

Yet her attempts to continue said a lot about her desperation.

"..."

As we prepared to leave, Minji was unusually quiet. Her mood seemed explosive, enough to intimidate anyone nearby—if it wasn’t me, any regular secretary might have been trembling.

"Hey."

Minji suddenly smiled, a chilling grin.

"I’ve got a really good idea." "I have a bad feeling about this, but go on." "You’re developing that Namdong district, right?" "Yeah?" "How about I move in there? Or the artificial island works too." "To our Militaris branch in Incheon?" "We already have one in Incheon." "We could move it." "What?"

To accommodate a royal family member like Minji would require a significant setup, far beyond just adding an office or building. Moreover, moving a branch just to have more sex seemed absurd, yet it made a strange kind of sense because it was Minji, though it still sounded utterly nonsensical.

"Would your aunt even allow that?" "..." "I think she'd say it's nonsense." "..."

Minji kept her mouth shut. She knew it too. That it was absurd.

"...So what should I do?" "What can you do? We just meet up like this." "Oh really? Must be nice for you. You've got plenty of other distractions. You probably don't even miss it." "What are you saying... Just come over when you have time." "Who has time to spare, damn it." "If you meet too often, you get sick of it. You have to keep a proper distance to make the feelings last. It's the same with sex." "Bullshit, really."

Minji flipped me off and headed for the entrance. Fortunately, she didn't seem too hurt by the exchange.

She knew it too. That there was no answer.

Minji herself was busy, what could be done?

"When you come looking for me later, just know you're screwed. I'll drain you to the marrow." "Scary..."

With that, Minji left the room first, and after a moment, I went out to look for the others.

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Go Young-man pondered over a single document for a long time. It was a transfer contract for 1% of the shares in Prestige. Just by following the necessary procedures, he could own 1% of Prestige, which essentially meant owning 1% of Koryo Group, and by extension, 1% of most of Asia.

"I'm not sure if it's right to give this to that bastard." He meant Go Muyeol. While he had distributed shares to other family members long ago, Muyeol had been too out of his mind to receive any. He thought Muyeol would improve over time, but eventually couldn't stand it and ended up dumping a company worth a hundred billion in cash on him.

But then, Muyeol suddenly turned over a new leaf, becoming actively involved and even polite. According to rumors, his manners had significantly improved.

"Now that he seems to have regained his senses, it's time he found his place... But do you still not trust the young master?" Go Young-man slowly shook his head at the director's question. "How could I not? If he's trying his best like this." "I think so too." "How could he not catch my eye when he's working this hard?" "Then why..."

Go Young-man sighed deeply. "People are truly deceitful creatures. No matter how hardworking and diligent someone is," He fluttered the document in his hand. "if you give them something like this, they might just lose their taste for it." "..."

It's not that he didn't want to give it. In fact, considering that Muyeol was an orphan, he wanted to give him even more, covering his parents' share as well.

But, What's the point if it ends up ruining Muyeol?

"When I was young, there was a game I loved. It was really fun and challenging. The joy of assembling each item was exquisite." "..." "There was this sword I desperately wanted. I spent nights on end playing that game just to get it."

Go Young-man reminisced, a rare smile lingering on his lips. "Those were really fun days... I lost track of time. But one day, a veteran player who was quitting just handed me that sword I had wanted so badly." "..." "And with it, in-game money and all sorts of high-level gear. Suddenly, I had a character fully equipped with endgame items. What do you think I did next?"

The secretary knew what was coming and bowed his head. "I quit the next day." "..." "The game I had loved so much, the sword I had wanted so badly—I quit once I had it."

Go Young-man set the document down again. "I fear giving this to ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) him might lead to the same outcome. He's just started to enjoy playing around with billions. Giving him this might just hit him with reality." "I understand your concerns, sir." "Sigh... But it's not good that he's the only one in the family without a stake in our companies." "..." Though he seemed not to care and was doing well, internally, he might feel left out and bitter.

That's why he always asked when they met. "Is there anything you want?" But every time, Muyeol would say he wanted to build his own business. It was commendable, but as a grandfather, it was also a burden.

Go Young-man wished for Muyeol's growth, yet simultaneously wanted to give him so much.

What to do?

Go Young-man pondered for a long while. Then, not long before the event was to start, he glanced at the time and finally made a decision.

"Alright. If he wants to try it on his own, as his grandfather, I should respect that."

He carefully placed the transfer contract in his briefcase, then locked it away in a drawer.