I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

The so-called "special something male officer" turned out to have the ridiculously long title of "Special Operations Participant Consultant of the Incheon Autonomous Police Headquarters." His name? Kwang Seok-jin.

How did I remember it?

I didn’t.

I only knew it because I had to be reintroduced.

I wasn’t particularly eager to have a conversation with another man, but I had business regarding some "items." And if I could arrange for everything to be handled exclusively by the Namdong District Police, that would be even better. That led to a three-way meeting between me, Kwang Seok-jin, and Do Yoon-jung.

I would’ve preferred to move this discussion somewhere more spacious, like the reconstruction site, but apparently, "security concerns" made that impossible.

Hah.

So I can be here, but security’s an issue?

Anyway, thanks to Kwang Seok-jin's strange stubbornness, I was stuck in this cramped, run-down container, forced to sit through a meeting.

The worst part?

Every time I said one thing, those two spat out ten.

"That would be quite difficult for me to approve," Kwang Seok-jin said. "If it’s about cooperation to wrap things up, that’s one thing, but allowing Namdong District to handle everything alone is not an option."

"Why not? The young master wants it that way, and this is Namdong. Shouldn’t Namdong District Police be handling Namdong’s affairs? I think it only makes sense."

"I was sent here to eliminate the subversives in Namdong Industrial Complex and oversee the cleanup and reconstruction. That is the mandate I received from headquarters."

"And that’s exactly why I’m saying it’s time to wrap things up. You played your part in clearing out the trash, racked up some achievements, assisted in the purging, and contributed to the reconstruction. That’s enough. You don’t need to be here anymore."

I smirked. "Seems like headquarters is really invested in this, huh? Even sent someone as important as Special Consultant Kwang Jin-seok."

"...Kwang Seok-jin," he corrected, his voice flat. "Regardless, my stance remains unchanged. My duty is to see this operation through to completion. My task is to normalize Namdong Industrial Complex."

"Ugh, this is getting exhausting. Are you seriously going to keep being this rigid?"

"I fail to understand why you’re so insistent on having Namdong handle everything alone. If swift reconstruction is your goal, wouldn’t more manpower be better? With headquarters' personnel working alongside Namdong’s, you’ll achieve results much faster, young master."

That’s not the fucking point, you moron.

And "swift reconstruction"? Please. I was the one funding the entire operation.

The police were only responsible for sweeping up remnants and running searches. But at this point, the pace of reconstruction had long surpassed the rate of their raids and searches, so it didn’t even matter if things slowed down.

Do Yoon-jung exhaled heavily and lowered her voice in a slightly menacing tone.

"Listen, Special Consultant Kwang Seok-jin."

"...."

"I’m telling you this for your own good—when the young master gives an order, you just follow it. Understood?"

"...."

Kwang Seok-jin’s expression hardened.

Damn, Yoon-jung, that was a bit too blunt.

He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Hah, so it’s 'young master' this time? Still as unprincipled and disloyal as ever, I see."

At his words, Yoon-jung flinched and shot me a quick glance.

"What the...? What the hell are you talking about all of a sudden?"

"I wonder how long this master will last."

"Hey. You wanna die?"

"Still the same, I see. The moment someone calls you out, you drop that carefully crafted poker face."

"You—!"

Do Yoon-jung nearly jumped to her feet in anger but hesitated when she caught my expression. Slowly, she sat back down.

...What the hell is up with these two?

There was definitely some kind of history between them.

At the very least, they know each other.

And they must’ve known each other for a while.

Well, I guess it makes sense. They’ve both been in law enforcement for years. It’s not surprising if they worked ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) together at some point.

"Let’s be honest, Special Consultant Kwang Jin-seok."

"...Kwang Seok-jin."

"While combing through Namdong Industrial Complex, various items are bound to surface, and I’d like to claim them all."

"...Excuse me?"

His small, narrow eyes widened in surprise.

They had been practically shut before, but now, I could finally see his pupils.

"To put it simply, I want to monopolize the spoils. But the troops you brought along would be difficult to control, wouldn't they?"

"...."

"If they cooperate, there won’t be any issues, but compared to Chief Do Yoon-jung’s well-disciplined Namdong forces...."

"That’s... what this is about?"

His voice was skeptical.

"But I don’t understand. We’ve already uncovered a lot of things, but most of it was junk. Even the items with some value were old and... hardly suitable for someone like you, young master."

"That’s not something I need to explain to you. I’ve made my request clear."

"Hmm...."

Kwang Seok-jin leaned back in his chair, seemingly deep in thought.

"Oh, come on, do you really need to think about this?"

Do Yoon-jung, clearly frustrated, stepped in.

"Or what? You think you’re not getting enough credit? Should I put in a word for you at headquarters? I’m a police commissioner, after all. If I say the word, I could probably get you promoted to superintendent."

Kwang Seok-jin shot her a brief glare—one filled with unspoken emotions.

"Doesn’t seem like you’re too happy about that idea."

After a pause, he let out a sigh.

"I’ll issue the necessary directives regarding the recovered items. I’ll have them consolidated and transferred to the young master’s recovery team."

"I’d really appreciate that."

I got up from my seat.

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

"Ah, and let’s not forget—if we just take them without compensation, the retrieval rate will drop. Let’s allocate a small incentive fund as well."

"Understood. I’ll pass that along."

"Chief Do, let’s talk privately."

"Yes, young master."

Do Yoon-jung followed me out of the container.

But just as we were leaving, Kwang Seok-jin called out.

"...Meeting privately would pose a security issue. Why not just discuss it here?"

Do Yoon-jung scoffed.

"Ugh, what are you even saying? Let’s go, young master."

"...Yeah."

Naturally, we ignored him and left.

"...."

Kwang Seok-jin said nothing more.

*****

"I'm sorry, Master. That must've been unpleasant for you. That bastard—no, I mean, that man Kwang Seok-jin is just so damn stubborn."

A room inside the reconstruction headquarters.

Unlike the police containers, this was an actual, proper room.

There was a wardrobe.

A sofa and a table were properly set up.

And most importantly—there was a bed.

"He gives off that kind of vibe. Some kind of righteous warrior type?"

I got a bit of that impression when I first saw him.

Among the cesspool of corruption that was the police force, he had a rare glimmer of integrity.

Soo-ah and I had talked about it before—how, with the commissioner dead, the few remaining clean cops were finally showing their faces.

Soo-ah, of course, thought it wouldn’t last. The corruption in the force was just too deep.

"He's just an idiot. Stubborn and frustrating."

"..."

Judging by her reaction, yeah.

He wouldn't last long.

"Forget about him, and~,"

Do Yoon-jung busied her hands, stripping me.

At the same time, she skillfully nudged my crotch with her knee, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"I'll help you relax, Master."

"With what?"

"Whatever you want♥."

As she pulled off my clothes, her fingers brushed against my cock.

That alone sent a pleasant jolt through me.

"So, you two know each other?"

"Come on, I told you to forget about him... We were classmates at the police academy. Complete rivals."

"Rivals? It felt a little different than that."

"..."

Having stripped me of my top, she smoothly slid my pants down.

Her hands slipped inside my underwear, teasing my cock.

"Actually,"

And then she confessed.

"We were CC."

"...Huh?"

She had just revealed an old truth.

*****

Kwang Seok-jin stared blankly at the spot where Go Muyeol and Do Yoon-jung had been just moments ago.

The warmth of their presence still lingered in the air.

"..."

Like a machine, he raised his cup and took a sip of the now-cold coffee, then set it down again.

"Nothing’s changed, huh, Do Yoon-jung."

Do Yoon-jung, Chief of the Namdong District Police.

Despite being his classmate, she had risen to the rank of Police Commissioner, while he had only just made Superintendent.

He wasn’t exactly lacking in qualifications.

So why was there such a huge gap between them?

Was it simply because her abilities were overwhelmingly superior?

She wasn’t incompetent, sure.

But was she really so exceptional that she deserved to be two full ranks ahead of him?

"Still whoring yourself out. Does your husband know?"

It was obvious.

She had used every method available to climb higher.

Including her body.

After being appointed as Namdong District’s Police Chief, she had completely taken over the department, turning it into her own personal fiefdom.

Under her rule, it had rotted into a festering pit of corruption and crime.

And she was probably still aiming even higher.

"Fucking slut."

Kwang Seok-jin rarely cursed.

But right now, he couldn’t help himself.

His mind dredged up memories from long ago.

He had saved up for months, working part-time to buy her a present for their 100-day anniversary.

And on that very day, he had caught her walking into a motel—with a professor from the police academy.

The humiliation of that moment was still burned into his mind.

Later, he learned the truth.

That professor had connections with high-ranking officials in the police force.

His role was to "introduce promising young women" to the right people.

Just remembering it made him sick to his stomach.

"You're the reason I found my sense of justice."

He hadn’t been able to break up with her.

He just couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

So their relationship dragged on.

200 days. 300 days.

And then, around the 500-day mark—she dumped him.

Later, he found out why.

The man she was seeing at the time had discovered she had a boyfriend.

And the moment he said he didn’t like it—she got rid of Kwang Seok-jin without hesitation.

"You're the reason I became a cop, Do Yoon-jung."

Snapping out of his thoughts, he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

Do Yoon-jung had never changed.

Not back then.

Not now.

Her values, her face, her body—everything was the same.

"..."

Kwang Seok-jin picked up the paper cup she had left behind.

A red lipstick stain marked the rim.

Without a word, he finished the rest of her coffee.