I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 207

"Starting today, Commissioner Do Yoon-jung will personally oversee the Namdong Industrial Complex recovery command post."

"...."

Kwang Seok-jin’s face had been frozen stiff since the morning.

Up until the moment he saw me, his expression wasn’t all that bad. But the instant he spotted Do Yoon-jung trailing behind me, that changed completely.

And when he heard that she would personally take charge of the site’s operations, it only got worse.

‘So he still has lingering feelings.’

Well, no surprise there.

Even I, who could have any type of beauty I wanted, found myself addicted to Do Yoon-jung’s body. Forgetting her wouldn’t be easy.

“...I am responsible for my unit’s forces. No matter how high-ranking the commissioner may be, I cannot simply hand over command as I please.”

"You’re as rigid as ever. You do realize the only reason we’re even sitting here and having this conversation is because Young Master is present, right? Otherwise, this would be out of the question."

"...."

Do Yoon-jung smirked, lifting one corner of her lips as she pointed between herself and Kwang Seok-jin.

"You and me. There’s a two-rank difference between us."

"...."

"You remember how things were back in our day, don’t you? Forget two ranks—if someone was just two months our senior, we’d be bowing at a ninety-one-degree angle."

"...."

Kwang Seok-jin remained silent.

But I could practically see his anger gauge rising.

"Yes, Commissioner, you are indeed two ranks above me. That much is clear. What I fail to understand, however, is why someone of your status would personally come down to this rough field site and insist on leading operations every single day. Aren’t there more pressing matters that require your authority and responsibility?"

"I’ve already delegated those to my deputy commissioner. Besides, what could possibly be more important in Namdong District right now than this? The safety of our district depends on the successful recovery and stabilization of this site. That’s why I have to be here personally."

As usual, the moment I said one thing, the two of them shot back tenfold at each other.

"Wait a moment, Special Advisory Officer Gwang Jin-seok."

"...It’s Kwang Seok-jin."

"Didn’t you agree to cooperate when we spoke on Friday? I specifically persuaded the commissioner to deploy Namdong District Police forces to this site, along with securing her personal commitment to overseeing the operation. Now you’re suddenly changing your tune? That’s a bit perplexing."

"...."

He hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully, then exhaled sharply before speaking again.

"What I agreed to was cooperation in the truest sense of the word. However, having the commissioner assume full command is not cooperation. What you’re suggesting is that she will be controlling even our unit’s forces."

"So what, are you saying that my officers should take orders from your side when I’m the one here?"

"That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that it would be more appropriate for each side to manage its own forces within their designated areas."

"Why, though? When I’m right here?"

"I mean—"

Kwang Seok-jin leaned back in his chair, clearly pissed off.

After a brief pause, he spoke again.

"Alright, let me make this clear. I do not have the authority to arbitrarily transfer command."

"Then make a call and check. You never know."

"...."

Kwang Seok-jin sighed in frustration while Do Yoon-jung grinned, poking at him further.

Of course, this was all my doing.

I had orchestrated this deliberately because I wanted to see them bicker.

After all, even if they were arguing, that still meant emotions were clashing.

And emotions that clash in close proximity are, surprisingly, very intimate.

If lingering feelings were still there, and they kept running into each other like this?

‘The spark would reignite.’

They’d already be around each other all day, and now they were throwing heated words back and forth on top of that?

It would be infuriating.

Suffocating.

But it would also keep him fixated.

Especially for an ex-boyfriend who had already tasted Do Yoon-jung before.

"Haaah... Fine. Since you insist... I’ll report it to headquarters."

"Did you just sigh in front of me and Young Master?"

"Am I not even allowed to sigh freely now?"

"Oh my? Look at you. Since when did you get so arrogant?"

"...."

"Seok-jin."

"!"

"We’re not in those heated times anymore, are we? Let’s at least maintain some manners."

"...Yes. My apologies."

With a clenched jaw, he bowed his head, his expression so bitter that even I found myself impressed by Do Yoon-jung’s ability to get under his skin.

‘She really knows how to push his buttons.’

Was she just born to be a femme fatale?

Damn, she was good at this.

"Well then, let’s get going, Young Master. I think we’re done here."

"Let’s."

I rose from my seat.

Do Yoon-jung and Kwang Seok-jin followed suit.

"You haven’t forgotten what we discussed on Friday, have you? About sending the recovered materials to our restoration office whenever possible?"

"Yes. The arrangements have already been made."

"I see. Thank you for your cooperation."

With that, we wrapped up the conversation and stepped outside the container office.

As I escorted Do Yoon-jung, I casually slipped my arm around her waist.

"Let’s go."

"Oh my, that’s my job, isn’t it?"

"Commissioner, you have your own duties to handle."

As I slid my hand up, briefly grazing the curve of her lower back, I let my fingers brush over the top of her ass before withdrawing.

"Tsk, there are people watching...."

Do Yoon-jung pressed herself against me.

‘He’s definitely watching. No reaction?’

I could feel his gaze drilling into the back of my head.

Obviously, it was Kwang Seok-jin. No one else was behind us.

"...You two should refrain from behavior that might invite misunderstandings."

"Misunderstandings? Ahh. Well, I don’t mind. I’m not the kind of person who gets rattled by mere misunderstandings."

"...."

I gave a half-hearted response and headed toward the recovery office.

Do Yoon-jung clung to me the entire way, as if she was intentionally putting on a show.

Deliberately provoking Kwang Seok-jin.

"You’re seriously twisted, you know that?"

"Aren’t I just doing what my master desires?"

"Who knows?"

Exchanging subtle glances, we arrived at the recovery office.

And, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, we went straight to the attached room and fucked.

+++++

"Ahh... I’m trying to pace myself, but it’s not easy."

I stretched as I stepped out.

I had finally managed to completely knock out the ultra-experienced slut that was Do Yoon-jung, but I was just as drained in the process.

"...You must’ve really enjoyed yourself. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you this into someone, Master."

"Yeah. I should start pulling back soon."

Her body was straight-up sorcery.

This level of skill—no wonder she’d earned the title of a seasoned slut.

Of course, I was just talking shit.

‘I won’t be coming here every day. Just occasionally. Maybe once every few days—show up, fuck her once or twice, and leave.’

Even that much would be enough for Kwang Seok-jin to pick up the scent.

And if he really still had feelings for Do Yoon-jung, there would come a time when he’d show a reaction.

And when that happened, I would enjoy it.

‘Ah, phrasing it like that makes me sound like complete trash.’

But hey—

It’s not like I was doing anything wrong.

Do Yoon-jung was mine.

What I did with what was mine was entirely my business.

The Namdong Industrial Complex recovery project was the most critical task right now—that was a fact.

And if something was that important, then it only made sense for the commissioner to oversee it personally.

There was no problem anywhere in this scenario.

If anything, if he started getting all emotional over this, then he was the problem.

— Bzzzz.

Just as I was amusing myself with these thoughts, a message came in.

It was from Go Minji.

— (Photo)

"...The hell? Sending me a random photo like this—must be bored again."

With Shanghai’s Li Wei self-destructing, Go Minji had been naturally freed from her workload hell.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t busy, but at least she wasn’t swamped to the point where she couldn’t even send a proper text like last time.

So we had been exchanging messages now and then.

And when she sent something out of the blue like this, it meant she was looking for entertainment.

— New outfit. Thoughts?

— Thinking of wearing it to the family gathering.

— ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Her messages rolled by in preview.

An outfit?

I had been expecting some completely useless bullshit, but now she was suddenly talking about clothes?

‘Because of the family gathering? Didn’t seem like the type to care about that.’

I opened the chat.

"Jesus Christ."

The words flew out the moment I saw it.

There was no helping it. The design was insane.

— Ha...

— ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

— LMAO

— Why are you sighing?

— The person who designed this

— Would probably be devastated if they saw your reaction.

— You should apologize.

— Apologize my ass.

— This is fucking disgusting.

— ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

It really was fucking disgusting.

A hyper-realistic dick was printed dead center on the front of the shirt.

And to top it off, they had even used a model to make it look all professional and fashionable.

The model had big tits, so the dick print ended up nestling right between them—making it look like she was giving a titjob.

— Yo.

— Don’t hate on it too much.

— That’s your dick, btw.

— Excuse me,

— But do you have a mental disorder?

— What?

— Ah, sorry.

— That just slipped out.

— You fucking bastard.

— Watch your fucking mouth.

— Do I look like

— A crazy bitch to you?

— ....

Honestly...

Yeah, kind of?

— Say it, motherfucker.

— Yo.

— Say it.

— Nunim,

— It’s not good to

— Intimidate people like this.

— Bullshit.

— You really

— Don’t know how insane I am, do you?

She was literally saying it herself.

That she was insane.

— Ohhh~ yeah.

— Looks like your memory

— Still hasn’t fully returned.

— You’re seriously underestimating Go Minji.

— I’m actually gonna wear this, you know?

— ....

That was her own loss, wasn’t it?

— Okay.

— Okay??

— Make sure you wear it.

— ....

— No, seriously. Wear it.

— I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.

— ...Ha. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

— Unbelievable. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

— What’s unbelievable?

— You said you’d wear it,

— So you have to wear it now.

— What can I do?

— I’m just a lowly youngest member.

— How could I possibly

— Go against Go Minji’s words?

— LMAO

— I seriously wanna fucking beat you up, Go Muyeol.

— I wanna fucking smash your face in.

— Ahhh.

— Violence is bad.

— One day, you’re either gonna

— Get the shit beaten out of you,

— Or get fucked stupid.

— It’ll be one or the other.

— Please, Nunim.

— Don’t act tough.

— With that pathetic pussy of yours.

— ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Go Minji cracked up in the chat.

And with that, our conversation ended.