I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

She should at least tell me what happened if she’s going to flip out like this.

I thought, as usual, it was going to end with her spewing nonsense and logging off, but then a screenshot popped up.

It was like watching a fight between Go Minji and Go Hayan.

Our dear Minji, caught in a verbal beating, completely outmatched in vocabulary, left with nothing but raw profanity... pitiful, honestly.

Can’t really blame her for being pissed though. She got wrecked.

‘But wait... who was that? Something about the vibe feels familiar.’

Nothing more came in.

This kind of thing happens a lot when I talk with her.

Usually means she’s got nothing to say or she’s speechless.

She barely has enough time to meet up with me in Incheon and get dicked down, let alone leisurely fly to Jeju for an art tour.

But judging by the photo, she posted a review claiming she’d been to my museum.

Then she got hit with that long-form literary missile by some unknown commenter.

So when the hell did Go Minji go to the museum?

‘Wait a sec... that long-winded reply... no way... could it really be...?’

A suspicion suddenly crossed my mind.

There was something oddly familiar about the tone of that text bomb...

Was it possible that the person I was thinking of was the one who’d posted it?

Go Minji has never been to my museum.

Which means she left a hate comment without even going...

‘Is this jealousy?’

She probably didn’t like that I was going to Jeju for an entire week.

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When I met with Go Min-young or Go Minji, I usually popped in just for the weekend—if I was being generous, maybe left on Friday for a 3-day trip tops.

But now suddenly, with Go Seonyul, I scheduled a whole week.

That must’ve rubbed her the wrong way.

Nothing new—Minji’s rants are a regular occurrence by now.

‘But seriously, if that reply really was written by Go Seonyul... holy shit. What are the odds?’

If the one leaving those long-ass walls of perfectly curated art rants is someone that fluent in the field... then among the people I know, there’s only one candidate: Go Seonyul.

The phrasing feels familiar too.

And the timing fits.

Our museum date is literally the day after tomorrow—if anyone were to research in advance, especially someone like Go Seonyul who’s a total info-dump maniac, it’d make perfect sense.

And in that process, she must’ve stumbled on Go Minji’s bullshit comment, freaked out on behalf of the art world, and went nuclear.

Minji vs. Seonyul.

A noona vs. noona showdown.

As the younger brother, how could I not be thrilled?

But...

‘Nope. Better not.’

I decided not to dig any deeper.

What would I even say if it was her?

No point chasing dopamine just to ruin the vibe with an awkward confrontation and get nothing out of it.

‘Still... that level of disdain for ignorance is something else. I hope she doesn’t see me that way...’

If the person who wrote that really was Seonyul, then her superiority complex is practically off the charts.

She openly scorns people who don’t “get” art. Honestly, that personality is peak Go family.

‘Yeah... this is exactly what I expect from a true owner class. She wouldn’t be a Go otherwise.’

Every woman I’ve slept with so far—Go Min-young, Go Minji, Go Hayoung, and even Go Hayan whom I never got around to banging but at least got close with—

All of them had these insane quirks, borderline personality-disorder level traits.

They just hadn’t directed it at me, that’s all.

So of course... Go Seonyul and Go Seona would be the same.

In Seonyul’s case, it seems her ego manifests as raw intellectual superiority.

‘She clearly has a deep hatred for ignorance. I’ll need to keep that in mind.’

Go Minji posting hateful comments out of jealousy was pathetic, sure—

But thanks to her, I gathered some real insight on Go Seonyul.

I mean, can I say with 100% certainty that it was her?

No... but anyone who’s ever been hit by one of her message bricks would recognize the pattern instantly.

Unless you live your life with your brain on airplane mode like Minji.

‘I guess attitude will be key. I might be ignorant, but I’ll play the part of someone eager to learn. That should do it.’

Even if a piece doesn’t move me at all, I’ll just go “Wow! Amazing! Sugoi!” and fake it.

Listen to her explain things for thirty seconds or so—

That alone should make Go Seonyul feel good.

‘Let’s go, Go Muyeol!’

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After grinding through my hellish schedule, it was finally the day—Sunday, May 24, 2077.

The day I’d fly to Jeju Island.

For a trip limited to the Korean Peninsula, Jeju’s quite a stretch, but with AV transport, the distance is a joke.

Flying through the sky is pure cheat-code tier.

Still, I woke up way earlier than usual.

It was around 6AM.

I didn’t get my usual morning blowjob, didn’t receive any bathhouse hand service, no breakfast blowjob at the table, no good-morning kiss during wardrobe changes.

I just got dressed and prepped, clean and fast.

Zzzzzt.

My phone buzzed.

And instinctively—I knew.

It was Go Seonyul.

Zzzzzt

Zzzzzt

Zzzzzt

Zzzzzt

Isn’t it kind of normal to not message people at this hour?

Even if it’s the day of our date—6AM is insane...

As soon as I see her, I’m going to kiss her.