I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

Fortunately, Minji hadn’t plastered my dick all over the villa.

There weren’t models of it in every corner, paintings inspired by it hanging on the walls, or printouts of the photo I’d accidentally sent her displayed like fine art.

It was limited to the banners I saw while approaching from the AV, the statue in the main hall, and a few subtle patterns worked into the décor.

Thank God.

I mean, sure, I’d survived the initial shock, but the thought of my dick being immortalized all over this expensive mansion? Absolutely horrifying.

‘She doesn’t actually like dicks. She just wanted to mess with me.’

This was sibling-like teasing—on a completely absurd scale, sure, but not incomprehensible.

It was sort of a relief.

"Do you have any idea how exhausting this has been for me? Those bitches wouldn’t stop whining."

Minji led me through the mansion, still sucking on that ice pop.

Now that my mind wasn’t stuck on dicks, I finally noticed what she was wearing.

It was practically missing its bottom half.