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.