I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

The Next Day.

I stayed at home moderately and indulged in a debauched lifestyle.

-A 75 billion won investment was in progress.

-The male protagonist had been dealt with.

-A producer recruitment announcement had been posted.

-Preparations for the prison business had begun.

Since I had more or less finished setting up the big picture, I couldn’t think of anything urgent to do at the moment.

At times like this, I should play around like a true scoundrel.

This is also a kind of image management(?).
People would find it strange if I suddenly changed too much.

Why else would Emilia have investigated me?
She must have sensed something off and ordered a background check.

So, I had to keep up my usual debauchery. After all, there was even a National Intelligence Service spy named Seo Eun-mi.

For example:

-Letting the trainees practice their dance while I had sex with Su-ah right in front of them.

-Messing with Seo Eun-mi, who always had a bright smile, until her expression twisted in pleasure (sex).

-Texting Emilia out of nowhere and making her send me explicit pictures.

I was having a time where I never ran out of ways to indulge myself.

Then, around 3 PM, Su-ah, who was busy with the prison project, brought me a document.

“Master, here is the document you requested.”

It contained personal information and a photo of a woman I had never seen before.

“Oh, is this her?”
“Yes, this is Yoon Ha-young, a reporter from Shin Mirae Ilbo.”

This was the information I had requested in the morning—she was the one who published the exposé yesterday about Kim Dong-gi.
I couldn’t just let it slide, could I? At the very least, she needed a warning.

Whether it was intentional or not, if someone targeted me, they had to face retribution.

“The full article is attached at the back.”
“Hm.”

Since it was posted as breaking news, the article wasn’t that long.

“It covers all the key points.”
“Yes.”
“Shin Mirae Ilbo is a fairly large media company, right? I doubt a reporter could post something like this on their own.”
“Usually, that would be the case. But considering it was taken down within ten minutes, it’s possible she acted independently.”
“Hm…”

True.
A sane person wouldn’t involve themselves in such an obviously dangerous exposé.
And it wasn’t just any scandal—it was about sexual favors in the entertainment industry.
Messing with that would upset a lot of powerful people.
Media companies survive on advertising money, after all.

As I flipped through more pages, I found another woman’s picture attached.

“Oh?”

She looked to be in her mid-30s, a stunningly beautiful woman.
There was something intellectual yet sultry about her.

A milf.

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“I sent you the real-time broadcast video I downloaded, Team Leader. You saw it.”
“Yes. And not long after, my computer crashed. The same happened to your phone.”
“That’s…”
“This is what you’re doing, Ha-young. You’re not the only one who gets hurt.”

Clench.

Ha-young tightly clenched her fist.
She simply could not accept such logic.

“Just how many… how many people have been forced into silence for that reason? How many ugly truths have been buried by dirty journalists who only suck up to those in power?”
“Watch your words, Ha-young.”
“I will never back down! This filthy and vile industry—”

Just then, the team leader’s phone rang.
She raised a hand to silence Ha-young.

“Ugh…!”
“Yes, this is Team Leader Seo Hyun-joo from Social Affairs Division 1.”

A furious voice burst through the receiver.
Seo Hyun-joo pulled the phone slightly away from her ear, then cautiously brought it back.

And then…

“…Yes… Yes?”

The sharp, composed woman’s face turned pale with shock.
The hand that always held her pen with unwavering firmness began to tremble.

“Who… Who did you say…?”

Without a doubt, it was an expression Yoon Ha-young had never seen before.

“…”

After the call ended, Seo Hyun-joo slowly lowered her phone with a blank look on her face.
Even Ha-young, who had been burning with anger and passion just moments ago, felt concerned.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”
“…N-nothing…”
“?”

She then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and barely managed to calm herself.
Swallowing hard, she forced herself back into her usual expression.

“It’s nothing. Just go back to your seat. Don’t bring this up again.”
“Team Leader… Sigh… Alright. I’ll stop for today.”

Ha-young wanted to press further, but the expression she had just seen was too unsettling.
So, she backed down.

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“Are you referring to Nyotaimori (naked sushi)?”
“Yes.”

The female chef, who had been staying at my house since yesterday, responded with a dry expression.

“There’s no issue, but since the body has warmth, the quality will deteriorate if left for too long.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“Understood. Who will be the model?”
“Hmm…”

After a brief moment of thought, I called Sung Ye-ji, the first trainee I had slept with.

“D-did you call for me…?”

She approached timidly, unable to lift her head.

“I’m going to use her.”
“Nyotaimori requires the model to remain completely still. Will she be able to do that?”
“W-what? What are you asking me to do…?”
“You don’t have to be perfectly still. It’s just for the mood.”
“If that’s the case… Model, please wash your body thoroughly.”
“???”
“You heard her, right? Go scrub yourself clean.”

Still not understanding the situation, Ye-ji headed to the bath.

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By 6 PM…

“Master, Team Leader Seo Hyun-joo has arrived.”
“Oh… yeah? Tell her to come in.”
“Yes.”

I waited in the first-floor tatami dining room, sitting across a long, horizontal table, prepared to receive my first guest in this house—Seo Hyun-joo.

Excluding Sung Ye-ji, who was acting as the Nyotaimori platter, I positioned two trainees on either side of the room, instructing them to perform a sultry strip dance, with matching music playing in the background.

Seo Eun-mi stood silently at a diagonal angle behind me.

In the corner of the dining room, an all-female team of chefs was preparing sashimi in real-time. While Nyotaimori was the main attraction, I had them ready in case more food was needed.

But it probably wouldn’t be necessary.

“As the first guest, she deserves a grand welcome.”

As I poured liquor into the lone glass on the empty table, the sliding door opened, and Su-ah entered with Team Leader Seo Hyun-joo.

“Master, I’ve brought her.”
“…!!”

Seo Hyun-joo, visibly tense as she stepped inside, flinched upon seeing the half-naked trainees dancing suggestively on both sides of the room.

Understandable. They were nearly nude.

“Seo Hyun-joo, come sit over here.”

I gestured to her, guiding her to sit across from me.
She sat down hesitantly, slightly bowing her head.

She looked extremely uncomfortable.
Even the hand holding her blazer was trembling.

In her early days as a journalist, she was known for being principled and upright.
But now, she seemed like just another journalist who had compromised with reality—though an incredibly beautiful one.

“You haven’t eaten, right?”
“Y-yes… I-I don’t know if I should be thanking you for inviting me or apologizing… I-I mean, for now, I—”

She tried to stand up.

“Sit.”
“…!”
“Eat first.”
“Ah…”

Awkwardly, she sat back down.

I handed her a full glass of liquor.
She hesitated but took it with both hands.

And at that very moment, my pièce de résistance—Sung Ye-ji’s Nyotaimori—was wheeled in.

“Excuse us.”

It took four people to transfer her onto the table.

A decadent feast, featuring various sashimi and sushi pieces, was arranged on the naked body of Sung Ye-ji, whose stunning figure made the display all the more striking.

I marveled at the sight, seeing it in person for the first time.

Seo Hyun-joo, on the other hand, was so shocked that she dropped her glass.