I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 106

11. Prestige

Breaking News: Incheon Metropolitan Police Chief Jang Kyung-soo (58) Missing

[Incheon, Cheonha Daily] Last night, Jang Kyung-soo (58), Chief of the Incheon Metropolitan Police, was confirmed missing, prompting the police to launch an investigation.

According to reports, Chief Jang lost contact with his family after returning home from work around 9 PM yesterday. Unable to locate him, his family filed a missing persons report this morning at 7 AM.

The Incheon Police Department immediately formed a task force to trace Chief Jang's last known movements. Investigations are underway, including reviewing security footage near his residence and interviewing colleagues and acquaintances.

An official from the Incheon Police commented, “We are investigating all possibilities. Citizen tips will be of great assistance, so anyone with relevant information is encouraged to contact the police immediately.”

Meanwhile, the Incheon Prosecutor's Office—

November 5th, Thursday Morning

The world was abuzz with news plastered across every headline: Jang Kyung-soo was missing.

The truth, however, was that he’d already been split in half, his remains pulverized and discarded into a microbial decomposition device to ensure no trace would ever be found.

Once pulverized, all data was obliterated in the first stage. The microbial decomposition process eliminated even microscopic traces. Afterward, the resulting microorganisms could be packaged as ordinary waste or scattered into the sea or rivers, ensuring complete destruction of evidence.

Like chemical melting agents, this method was foolproof, leaving no trace despite advancements in science.

“Search for centuries if you like—you’ll never find him.”

Sipping coffee Soo-ah had brewed, I flipped through the news.

The entertainment section was filled with laments.

The Lee Na-eun special investigation had unearthed tens, even hundreds, of corruption cases involving illicit transactions daily, occasionally implicating high-ranking officials.

On a lighter note, articles highlighted the rise of the rookie idol group Nokonoko Girls and LUMINA, as well as opinion pieces mentioning Koryo Entertainment's domination of Rainbow Miracle and Nokonoko Headquarters.

“Who’s this sharp one?”

The rapid pace of these reporters never ceased to amaze me.

“Maybe it’s time to consider the media sector.”

For now, my media connections included Seo Hyun-joo of the Sinmirae Daily and Yoon Ha-young, a journalist in Lee Na-eun’s special investigative team.

Seo Hyun-joo, a well-connected team leader, was proving useful. Yoon Ha-young, on the other hand, seemed out of it after what happened with me, though she still attended the special investigations and worked diligently. For now, leaving her be was the best course of action.

“Can I realistically acquire both the entertainment and media sectors with just 16 trillion won?”

The constraint was funding.

While Real Productions had drained 16 trillion won, its massive bubble burst, causing market stagnation.

I wasn’t exactly skilled in stock trading, either.

The alternative stocks I had my eyes on would take time to mature, so for now, I had to make do with that 16 trillion. But acquiring even the entertainment sector with such funds would be challenging.

Even with plummeting stock prices, giant entertainment conglomerates still boasted valuations in the trillions or tens of trillions. To gain meaningful control, 16 trillion wasn’t nearly enough.

“I can’t exactly start selling drugs again.”

Selling drugs became out of the question after Jang Kyung-soo’s death. There was no one capable of handling such large-scale distribution anymore, and expanding operations for that purpose wasn’t appealing either.

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Although my grandfather’s watchful eye was a concern, distributing through prison networks seemed like the best option.

“With the reputation I’ve built, if I claim I’m only selling and not using, maybe he’ll see it favorably.”

In any case, formal operations couldn’t start for months. For now, I had no immediate sources for cash flow.

“Or should I consider taking out a loan? Investing entirely in cash feels absurd anyway.”

The thought brought me to Koryo Card and other financial subsidiaries under the Koryo Group.

The head of those subsidiaries was another of my aunts, Go Ha-young, mother of Go Ha-yan.

If I could sweet-talk her into loaning me money...

“Hm... let’s keep that as a backup. No need to act rashly.”

“Master.”

Soo-ah entered my office, holding a stack of documents in her arms.

“Prestige sent over the list.”

“Let me see.”

Finally, on Thursday, November 5th, my executive secretary team was finalized.

“Wow, look at those curves. And those legs.”

The team leaders I selected, combined with the secretaries Soo-ah handpicked, were all stunning women, making my desires stir.

The profiles were amusing enough that I had Soo-ah kneel and service me while I flipped through them.

Ah...

Even I had to admit my everyday life was obscene and vulgar.

And I loved it.

After finishing in Soo-ah’s mouth, I set the files aside.

“Prepare for the visit on Saturday as planned.”

“Understood,” she replied, swallowing before speaking clearly.

“Did you withdraw the funds?”

“Yes. As instructed, we’ve prepared 3 million won for team leaders, 2 million for deputy leaders, and 1 million for regular secretaries. For the lower-ranked staff, 100,000 won will be transferred by Saturday morning.”

“Good. Get on top.”

Soo-ah lifted her skirt and climbed onto me.

Her warmth was as intoxicating as ever.

Koryo Prestige

The holding company ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) of the Koryo Group was an enormous multinational conglomerate with roots spanning across Asia. Its headquarters were equally impressive.

Unlike a single building, its official headquarters occupied an entire district.

A new city had been built on the vast plains north of Pyongyang solely for Prestige, its residents primarily employees who lived their entire lives there.

At the city’s center stood The Prestige, a monumental structure.

Towering at 1.83 kilometers, it was rumored to have been modeled after Go Mu-jin’s height, the father of Go Mu-yeol. It was the tallest building and structure in the world, with 20 underground levels and 260 floors above ground.

Despite its colossal size, it served one purpose:

To cater exclusively to the Owner Family.

Every facility, resource, and employee within the building existed solely for their service.

Even the employees were included in that purpose.

Working for Prestige meant dedicating one’s life to it. Employees faced severe restrictions, including prohibitions against forming direct families outside the Owner Family’s selection. Male staff underwent castration, and female staff were bound by strict chastity requirements.

In essence, entering The Prestige equated to becoming property of the Owner Family.

Despite these severe conditions, the benefits provided to employees and their families were so substantial that applications to join remained abundant.

Among these employees was Seo Ah-ram, who had been personally recruited by Go Mu-yeol.

After enduring grueling training routines that seemed aimed at creating an entirely new species, she managed to take a rare leave to step outside The Prestige.

The moment she exited, she was greeted by countless employees bowing at a precise 45-degree angle to check her ID badge. This display of respect occurred wherever she went, having now become routine.

"I’ve grown used to this, haven’t I?"

When she first arrived, it had been overwhelming.

Having spent years evading debt collectors, always bowing her head in submission, it was a surreal reversal to be treated with such deference. Now, stepping outside the building meant everyone stopped what they were doing to offer her their utmost respect.

If she needed anything, all she had to do was issue a command. Unless the person receiving the order was engaged in a critical task, they were obligated to comply immediately as long as it came from her—someone belonging to The Prestige.

To her, the system seemed akin to a caste structure.

Setting aside the requirement to dedicate everything to the Owner Family, employees of The Prestige essentially led lives akin to nobles of the highest order.

“How’s the condition?”

“It’s improved significantly. The lesions have been greatly reduced, and there’s now little difference from a normal person’s appearance. We’re currently monitoring the situation alongside gene therapy.”

“Does that mean the illness is fully cured?”

“Not yet. While the symptoms and lesions have subsided considerably, we’ll need more time to determine if full recovery is possible.”

“I see. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The doctor and nurses bowed deeply before leaving the room.

The hospital room had been custom-designed specifically for Seo Ah-ram’s mother.

While modular construction had made customization more accessible, the fact that a single room had been entirely re-engineered for her mother left Seo Ah-ram with a mix of awe and bitterness.

For while some lived lives of luxury and privilege, basking in opulence, the less fortunate suffered daily under crushing debt—just as she had only three months prior.

“Mom, you’re going to be shocked when you wake up. But you have to stay calm, okay?”