I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

Muyeol Land Mansion felt like a long-awaited return, though it had been less than four days since I'd last been here.

As I stepped out of the armored vehicle, Danto brushed past me, humming and waving his arms around in high spirits after indulging himself in Pyongyang.

I felt a sudden urge to tease him.

“?”

Something seemed off... Had he gained weight?

“Hey.” “?”

Grabbing Danto by the nape as he turned, he let out a yelp.

Examining his face and body, it was clear he had put on some weight since the weekend.

“You’ve gotten plump, what’s this all about?” “I-I haven’t gained weight at all!” “Don’t lie.”

I pinched his belly, grasping a significant amount of flesh.

“How can you say you haven’t gained weight when I can grab all this?” “Eek! That's abuse!!” “That's hardly abuse.”

After teasing and pinching Danto all over, I set him down, and he started to scamper off.

“Ah, good energy! Now, do 10 laps around the yard, no, make it 20!” “No way!!!”

Danto screamed as he began running around the yard.

Cute little guy. His bouncing behind was almost endearing.

“Make him exercise until he loses weight. Double the routine.” “Yes, Master.”

Returning to the mansion, I encountered a gift from Minji.

“Honor! It’s a privilege to see you again! As of today, the 1st Squadron of Militaris Pacific Knights is at your service. Reporting for duty!” “Ah!”

Although disguised as a Militaris-affiliated knight order, the Pacific Knights were actually Minji’s personal squad. This was the 1st Squadron redeployed to Muyeol Land.

Previously, with Minji’s permission, I had used all the female knights as my playthings for a month.

“Good to see you again.”

After a brief salute, the 12 squadron members relaxed.

“I didn’t catch this from my sister, but how long are you here this time?” “Until further orders, we are instructed to follow your commands!” “Hmm, feels like a long-term loan.”

It wasn’t a permanent transfer, but no need to fret. Knights were usually bound by genetic recognition to their master. Even if Minji were to offer them to me, she would remain their true master.

‘They’ll come in handy at the yacht party.’

Including Baekseol, all female knights from the Pacific Knights 1st Squadron could accompany me, while the male knights could board mechas to patrol around the yacht, making for an impressive display of power.

“For now, rest. Male knights, you’ll find a wide plain beyond that point; set up camp there. I’ll send instructions through Seol if needed. Dismissed.” “Yes, Sir!”

The male knights quickly ran off.

“Female knights, find rooms in the mansion to stay. Similarly, Seol will relay any tasks. Though you're seniors to her, Seol is in charge of my forces here, don’t forget that.” “Yes, Sir!” “Dismissed!”

The female knights dispersed, but I kept the squadron leader, Dorothy, by my side, pulling her close.

“You stay with me.” “Oh... Yes, Master.”

Tonight might be good for a knight-themed feast. Baekseol and Dorothy, the squadron leader of the Pacific Knights, would make a fine pairing.

Entering my office, I began to sort through the gifts received. While the secretaries did the grunt work, I oversaw the final checks, including a yet-unexamined gift from Seonyul.

A thin envelope containing a document that seemed like another deed of transfer. What could it be this time?

As I toyed with Dorothy’s breasts, lost in thought, my contemplation deepened. Touching her was oddly focusing.

‘If Minji isn’t my stalker, then it must be Hayan or Seonyul. Hayan doesn’t seem the type, but Seonyul...’

Little was known about Seonyul, given our minimal interaction and lack of direct conversation.

‘Could it be a strange gift?’

Doubting a gift wasn’t polite, but I couldn’t help it. Minji seemed unlikely, and Hayan wasn’t the type.

If Seonyul was the most likely suspect, once doubt °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° started, it could lead to suspecting all their actions.

“Hmm.”

Well, opening it would reveal the truth.

“Dorothy, please open this.” “Yes.”

Dorothy took out the document from the envelope. As I suspected, it was a transfer deed.

“...An art museum?”

It was a deed transferring all rights of an art museum and its installations, owned by Seonyul, to me. While I wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about art, the category itself was quite valuable, and owning a museum full of it was indeed significant.

“A museum in Jeju Island... Ah, a refreshingly ordinary gift.”

The tension eased. Had I been overthinking?

‘Even if it were from a stalker, such a deed wouldn’t show it.’

“Sua, look into this museum for me, in detail.” “Yes, Master.”

As Sua hurried off, I turned to Dorothy.

“Shall we have some fun in the meantime?” “Oh...!” “Climb on and ride.” “Yes, Master.”

Dorothy unzipped my pants and extracted my already aroused member.

“Here I go.”

She climbed atop me, undressing.

As she lowered herself onto me, a heavy weight pressed down, engulfing me.

“Ah...!”

Enjoying Dorothy’s service as she began to move, I sent out greetings to my family—basic well-wishes and thanks for the gifts.

Surprisingly, even in the busy New Year period, replies came quickly, leading to brief exchanges before naturally concluding the conversations.

Minji responded much later.