I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

“Heh, heh heh heh. Emilia… you rude bitch….”

Kim Dong-gi chuckled to himself, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

Usually, his dull and foolish expression left people feeling frustrated just looking at him, but at this moment, his face did not inspire frustration—it evoked disgust.

And for good reason. The opportunity he thought would never come in his lifetime—an opportunity he believed he could never grasp, even if it did—was now right before his eyes.

And it was just too easy to take.

“A-All the time, a-always looking down on me…! Even though we were in the same grade, in the same class…! Even though we’re the same age!”

He snickered to himself as he gathered the necessary items for the van. Passersby, seeing the eerie expression on his face, flinched and quickly moved away.

“That bitch. Y-You think you can always act s-so high and mighty? Don’t… d-don’t think that’ll last forever.”

Their connection began when he was her errand boy.

Kang Emilia was famous in school, both for her wealthy background and her beauty.

And she had a terrible personality.

She never bothered to hide it, either. She ruled the school like a queen, treating the students as if they were her personal servants.

Kim Dong-gi was at the very bottom of that hierarchy.

Naturally, he suffered constant bullying, and with it, his resentment only grew.

For some reason, after graduation, she recruited him into her business, and now, unbelievably, she had even placed him in the high-ranking position of General Affairs Manager. But no matter how high his position was now, the past could never be erased.

“D-Don’t think of it as something as t-trivial as resentment… I’m… I’m in love with you, Emilia. A love that transcends resentment.”

His mind drifted back to their school days.

She had been superior, noble, untouchable.

She was still beautiful now, but not as much as she had been back then.

“Y-You too… In the end, you will…!”

His delusions had spiraled rapidly, and just as he was about to reach the climax of his fantasy—

He was interrupted.

“General Affairs Manager. They’re here.”

A female employee entered, bringing with her four trainees (recruited—practically purchased—by Go Mu-yeol) and two bodyguards.

Hiding his disappointment, he put on a foolish smile.

“A-Ah. T-Thank you.”
“I’ve contacted them, so you can leave right away.”

Nodding, he turned to look at the trainees.

Fresh from a shower and dressed in new clothes, every single one of them wore a grim expression.

They had been in this industry long enough to know what it meant to be “sold off” to a man.

And the fact that the buyer was the infamous Go Mu-yeol?

The outcome was painfully obvious.

For a brief moment, Dong-gi felt sorry for them.

But he forced himself to look away.

Right now, the only thing that mattered to him was Emilia. Not them.

“It’s a l-long trip, so… H-Here, drink this….”
“…Thank you.”
“B-Bodyguards, you too….”
“Ah. Thank you.”

The trainees, all with lifeless eyes, accepted the drinks he handed them and boarded the van.

The bodyguards did the same.

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-Someone wrote this song before~ And I could tell you where it’s from~

-“The 4736251 to put my mind at ease~”

Kim Dong-gi hummed along to the song playing on the radio as he gazed out the window.

He liked this song.

Maybe because of its dreamy melody, reminiscent of first love—whenever he heard it, memories of his school days with Emilia surfaced vividly.

Her long, silky hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Her sharp gaze, cutting like a blade, and the proud tilt of her nose.

The blouse that barely contained the fullness of her chest, stretched to its limits.

The hem of her school uniform skirt fluttering like a butterfly’s wings in the wind.

Whenever that elegant figure turned toward him, he felt a shiver run through his body.

Even when her hands or feet struck him, his heart never wavered.

He adored her. Always.

“Ah… Emilia… My… Emilia….”

In his mind, the Emilia of the past appeared.

A vision molded by his desires, utterly detached from the real Emilia.

But that didn’t matter.

The Emilia in his fantasy was regal yet kind, and she looked only at him.

And most importantly…

She would do anything he wanted.

“Hah, hahh….”

When he came to his senses, his rough palm was covered in semen.

Even in his half-deranged state, he was still aware enough to feel ashamed about masturbating in front of others.

Hurriedly, he glanced around.

“….”
“….”

The inside of the car was eerily silent.

Only the faint, muffled sounds from the outside and the soft, steady breathing of those inside barely filled the air.

“Hoo….”

The four trainees who were supposed to have been delivered to Go Mu-yeol, along with the two bodyguards who accompanied them for both security and assistance, were all sound asleep.

Each of them had unknowingly consumed the sleeping pills Kim Dong-gi had handed out.

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Bzzzzzz.

His phone vibrated.

It was a call from Emilia.

“S-So now that I’m gone, you’re calling me, huh.”

He wiped his semen off on his pants and answered the call.

“Hello—”

“YOU BASTARD!!!”

Of course.

A deafening scream burst through the speaker, loud enough to make the phone feel like it was about to explode.

Emilia’s voice was usually somewhat low for a woman, but whenever she shouted like this, it rang out sharply and piercingly.

“What the hell are you doing right now, huh?! You’re not answering your phone!”

He briefly checked the screen.

There were seventeen missed calls.

Five were from company employees.

The remaining twelve were from Emilia.

“Did something happen? Say something, damn it! So I can fix it—”

“E-Emilia.”

“What? Emilia?”

“L-Listen to me… I have… something to s-say.”

Emilia sensed something was off.

“…Have you lost your mind? Hey, what are you doing?”

His tone was still as pathetic as ever, but there was something different about him.

He usually called her “President” with excessive politeness, yet now he was casually calling her by name—worse, he was speaking informally.

That bastard was definitely up to something.

“You pathetic incel. Just because you’re breathing the same air as some young girls, you suddenly feel like a real man?”

“Hhng, hngh…!”

Yes.

This was it.

This was the feeling he had longed for.

Her blunt, vulgar choice of words.

Her voice that stabbed straight into his heart.

Clutching at his burning chest, he shivered.

“Do you want to live like Go Mu-yeol, swinging your dick around? Wake up, you idiot. Stop thinking about stupid shit and deliver them properly. You didn’t lay a hand on those girls, did you?”

“W-Wanna make a deal…?”

“Bullshit.”

“H-How about one p-picture per t-trainee?”

“What?”

Kim Dong-gi took pictures of the sleeping trainees and bodyguards and sent them.

“Four girls… so… four pictures.”

“What the hell are you saying? Ugh, I don’t have time for this!! Do you have a death wish?”

“N-No panties… Just… wearing their school uniforms… Four pictures. The poses will be—”

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A long sigh came through the phone.

The sound immediately triggered something in Kim Dong-gi, like a Pavlovian response.

Memories from the past flooded back.

“Fuck off. I’ll just return the money and call it quits. Do whatever you want with the trainees—use them as cum dumpsters or piss on them, I don’t give a shit. But within twelve hours, I’m going to find you and kill you. So go ahead, get your dick wet while you still can.”

Emilia hung up.

As expected.

A queen like her wouldn’t agree to a deal so easily.

Kim Dong-gi sent a text.

[Check the contract carefully.]

Then, he turned off his phone.

After disappearing for a few hours, she would be seething with anxiety.

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“That… fucking bastard…!!”

Emilia, struck by the sheer audacity of the situation, nearly exploded in rage but barely held herself back.

Her fury had reached her throat, but she took a deep breath, forced herself to stay calm, and set the contract down with controlled movements.

“…President.”

Her secretary looked at her anxiously.

Worry and confusion were clearly written across the woman’s face.

“This is invalid, right? There’s no way this can hold up. That pathetic loser must have pulled this shit on his own.”

After receiving Kim Dong-gi’s text, Emilia checked the contract again.

Sure enough, there was an outrageous clause buried inside.

It stated that if Party B (Rainbow Miracle) failed to deliver the trainees to Party A (Goryeo Entertainment, Go Mu-yeol), they would be required to compensate 100 times the transaction amount.

Since the original deal involved five trainees for 2.5 billion won, 100 times that amount would be a staggering 250 billion won.

Even for her, with all her wealth, that was an impossible amount to cover.

“That clause wasn’t there when I checked it myself!”

“…Yes. I confirmed that as well. They probably used a time-delayed text reveal technique. Legally speaking, this clause is invalid, and the contract itself is automatically void… but.”

“….”

“Considering who we’re dealing with… the real issue is how they’ll react.”

Emilia roughly ran her hands through her hair.

As her secretary said, this contract was clearly invalid.

But if the opposing party was Goryeo Group? If they decided to force the contract upon her?

‘This is a deal where only I have something to lose. If I reject it, things just get more complicated and troublesome for me.’

Go Mu-yeol was the type to pull something like this.

At least, if the rumors were true.

Hell, he might even use this as an excuse to demand her body.

‘Though, when I saw him earlier, he was different from the rumors… Still, this is a fucking disaster.’

She bit her lip so hard that it almost bled.

After a long period of contemplation—

She finally picked up her phone.