I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

‘There she goes again.’

If she actually wore it, she’d only be embarrassing herself. But for a split second, she miscalculated and thought I’d be the one flustered. When I doubled down and told her she had to wear it, that’s when it finally clicked for her.

So she just hurled a few insults and ran off.

A beautiful moment of self-destruction.

For a low-tier pussy like Go Minji to think she could beat me—she was a hundred million years too early.

Hope she remembers this for a long time.

And stops doing weird shit, while she’s at it.

"Seriously though, is this woman actually a dick fetishist?"

She kept prodding me in bizarre ways about it.

At this rate, she’d end up plastering the whole damn house with dicks.

She practically reached that level the last time we visited the villa.

"Well, if she loves them so much, I should send her one."

We were outside, but whatever.

Wouldn’t take long.

I had Soo-ah pull my pants down and get me hard with a few licks.

Once I was standing at full mast, I snapped a photo and sent it to Go Minji.

— (Photo)
— I’ll design a new one for you.
— Nice, right?
— Make a shirt with this
— And make sure you wear it.
— If you don’t,
— Then you’re officially a bitch-ass.
— Got it?

No reply.

But when I checked again a couple of hours later, the read receipt was there.

She saw it.

And yet, no response?@@novelbin@@