I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 67

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"Th-this... wh-what... is happening...!!”

Do Eun-joo, the Vice Chairwoman of the Daejin Group and a distant relation within the Go-Ryeo Group family tree, collapsed in front of her son Jeon Seong-hyun’s lifeless body.

Her husband, who had rushed over, was also unable to process the shocking news. Everyone around them could only weep, unable to accept the unexpected tragedy that had befallen them.

How could this happen?

That morning, her son had been alive and well, only to return suddenly... as a corpse!!!

After wailing for some time, Do Eun-joo’s gaze suddenly sharpened, and she rose to her feet.

“Who... who did this!!!”

She snatched the nameplate the deceased son’s secretary was holding.

“Was this the person who killed him?”

“It was... the weapon used in the murder.”

“...!!”

Her grip tightened.

She glared with murderous intent, engraving the name on the plate into her memory, ensuring she’d never forget it.

“The one who killed the young master... was Go Muyeol... the young master.”

“...What?”

If it’s Go Muyeol...

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Wasn’t he that notorious good-for-nothing from the main family line?

Since childhood, he had done nothing worthwhile, indulging in drugs and women, bringing shame to the family, to the point that even the chairman was rumored to be deeply disappointed in him.

“Just because he tried to touch his woman... he beat him without mercy. Without even giving him a chance.”

“Without mercy... without a moment to respond... that druggie? My... son??”

If it hadn’t been for his immense wealth, which allowed him access to the finest drugs, he would have been dead years ago.

This pest, who was a blight on society rather than a help, killed her precious son.

“You just stood by and let this happen? You... the prosecutor?!!!”

In a fit of rage, Do Eun-joo struck the secretary over the head with the nameplate.

Thwack!

“Aaaah!!”

She continued swinging, beating the secretary until blood splattered, teeth broke, and shattered pieces scattered across the ground.

The secretary struggled for his life, but his hopes grew increasingly futile.

Eventually,

Thwack!

“Pant... pant...”

The secretary’s eyes widened in silent protest as he succumbed to his injuries, a cold corpse left on the floor.

“Mother! Father!!”

Two remaining sons arrived, belatedly running into the room.

Ignoring the dead secretary, they focused solely on locating their deceased brother’s body.

The head had been smashed, leaving him with a pained, agonized expression in death.

“How... could this happen!”

“Who, who did this?”

“....”

Do Eun-joo spoke with a voice seething with rage.

“Go Muyeol.”

“...What?”

“The Crown Prince of the Go-Ryeo Group killed him. All because... all because he tried to touch his woman!!”

“T-that’s....”

Faced with a figure of unimaginable power, the two brothers exchanged anxious glances.

“I’ll never forgive him. Never!!”

“Honey...!”

“Mother!”

Their beloved youngest son,

Their beloved youngest brother, was gone.

Everyone felt deep anger and loss in their hearts.

But...

The depth was not the same for all.

‘It’s sad that our brother died, but... should we really pursue revenge? Against Go Muyeol?’

‘What if... what if it brings misfortune upon us, too?’

No matter how naive they were, they understood the immense power of the Go-Ryeo Group.

A force that could bring down the moon, not just a mere bird; would they really seek revenge against such a force?

Was this really the right thing to do?

“Mother, let’s... rest for now.”

Signaling the attendants, they helped escort their mother out. Despite her tearful resentment, she stumbled away reluctantly.

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The next day,

On Wednesday morning, October 7.

Despite the early hour, the phone rang.

Go Minji.

Hmm.

What’s this about?

“Yes, Sister. It’s Go Muyeol speaking.”

Hah! You’re a real psycho, aren’t you?

“...Excuse me?”

Even if they’re a slave, you really beat him to death like that?

Ah.

She must mean that butter-eating bastard from yesterday.

The rumor’s already spread across the distant branches. It’s out there that the druggie young master snapped and killed someone.

“....”

But hey, didn’t our dear Muyeol quit drugs? Those idiots didn’t even update their information before spreading nonsense.

Is she eavesdropping on the distant relatives’ forums or something?

How does she even know this?

“There was a justified reason, Sister.”

Oh, I’m sure there was. Not that I’m that curious.

“....”

Then why call?

I just thought you might be worried, considering you don’t have much of a following yet. Thought you might be scared.

“I have knights.”

Those knights? Without specialized armor, how much strength can they really show? Anyway, don’t be scared. They won’t be able to do anything, after all.

Go Minji laughed softly, clearly dismissive of the whole thing.

“Why, though? If I were them, I’d do something after losing a son.”

The parents, maybe. But it’s not just the mother and the guy you beat to death involved, right? Do you think all their family will align in perfect unity for revenge?

“...Oh.”

Most of them are cowardly idiots. They’re too afraid to act because of the potential fallout. It’s hilarious to watch them get in each other’s way.

Could it be...

Has this happened before?

She seems to know all too well.

But you know, you can never be too sure in this world. If things get suspicious, come by the estate.

“Well... I don’t think it’ll come to that, but thank you, Sister.”

Idiot.

Go Minji’s voice held a trace of amusement, as if she found him endearing.

Even though I was the one who killed him, her reaction felt odd, leaving me with a strange feeling.

Almost a dissonance, making me question if this was murder or some casual cryotherapy treatment.

Don’t go on a killing spree all at once. When hunting a pack of humans, you pick them off one by one when they least expect it. It’s about keeping them on edge, not just the thrill of killing. Low-level idiots chase the immediate pleasure of the kill. But if you want real power, you keep the fear constant and subtle, so they’re devoured from the edges and collapse. If you kill them all at once, it’s exhausting and there’s no time to savor it. Like frying too many fries at once; they come out soggy. Take it slow. Focus. Fry them individually.

“....”

It seems...

She thinks I’m just like her.

Maybe that’s why she’s being so friendly.

‘Listening to her... she probably really does hunt humans, as the rumors say.’

If Na-eun farms dopamine by gambling her body and life,

Then Go Minji farms dopamine by playing with the lives of others.

Assuming, of course, she actually hunts humans. But it seems likely.

How has it been such a short time since my possession, yet I already have two of the craziest women around me?

“Thank you for the advice.”

Sure. Come visit my villa sometime. I’ll show you something fun.

With that, Go Minji ended the call.

The entire conversation had been astonishing, in multiple ways.

Upon arrival at Go-Ryeo Entertainment, I went on to check the choreography of LUMINA.

Their dance skills were nearly perfect, but the choreography needed a few minor adjustments.

My arousal was mild but there.

Still, compared to a few days ago, it was quite the improvement.

At least I felt some reaction this time.

“Just a bit more should do it.”

There were still some tweaks to be made, but for their efforts, I decided to reward them.

I lined up the trainees, had them brace against the wall and lean forward, then indulged. The leader, Seong Yeji, received the final release.

After handling LUMINA, I moved on to other tasks within the entertainment industry.

While reviewing standard contracts more firmly, I conversed (read: pressured) movie and drama sponsors, as well as directors and staff, to ensure a “proper” and “beautiful” culture devoid of physical contact.

While I had some time left, I called in Jung Ga-in and Emilia for training in service.

To my surprise, Emilia quickly adapted, showing visible improvement from day one.

“At this rate, I’d say she’ll have mastered the basics in about a month.”

“Very good.”

Beautiful face, delightful taste, skilled at oral and rim service, and even easy to train—our Jung Ga-in.

I hereby appoint you as the ‘Top of the Personal Jojob.’

As I continued with these tasks, the day grew late.

“Master...!”

Soo-ah called out to me with a bright smile. When I turned to look, she grinned wide, barely able to contain her excitement. She clearly had some very good news.

“Real Production... it’s been completely liquidated!!”

“Oh?!”

“As per your instructions, we sold 9.3 million shares at 300,000 won each, netting a clean cash inflow of about 2.8 trillion won! Though, of course, we’ll have to pay taxes later.”

“How much will the taxes be?”

“Well... it depends on the bracket, but once our profits hit over 20 billion, it’s a simple 35% rate. So, for us... we’re looking at around 976 billion won in taxes... wow.”

Her earlier excitement quickly turned to calm.

“Nearly a trillion in taxes...”

“We’ll find some loopholes for tax-saving purposes, even if they’re a bit shady. Now, what’s the current share price?”

“It rebounded and closed at 303,000 won.”

“Even after dropping almost 3 trillion in value, it’s still rising?”

The impact was more substantial than I imagined. Just how many are invested in it?

“When the market opens tomorrow, continue short-selling as we discussed. Keep pushing until it crashes completely.”

“But... you could be charged with stock manipulation...”

“It’s fine. We’ll deal with that if it comes to it.”

“...Understood.”