I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 147

"Perfectly grilled steak for you," the chef said, placing another dish in front of Dan Tto.

"Uwahhh...!!"

The culinary adventure continued in the kitchen.

The steak, as big as her two hands pressed together, was being expertly sliced diagonally in front of her. The quality was evident just from the sight of it.

Back in the industrial complex, even the idea of eating meat was a luxury. When she could get her hands on it, it was often factory-made synthetic meat. High-quality steak like this? It was a fantasy, even for the gang leaders who ruled the area.

"The meat almost looks like it's glowing...!"

The aroma, the plating, the taste—every aspect was perfection.

It was impossible not to keep eating.

"Aah... aahng..."

She stabbed a piece with her fork and took a bite, almost hypnotized by the experience.

"Hngwp?!"

The softness of # Nоvеlight # the steak, surpassing all expectations, brought tears to her eyes. The juices bursting in her mouth awakened her to a world of flavor she'd never known before. It felt as though every bit of stress in her body was exploding into ecstasy.

"How could something taste this good...?!"

As she savored every bite, her delighted expression attracted the attention of the chefs working in the kitchen.

"Who's this?"

"The Chief Secretary brought her in. She eats so well that the young master told us to let her eat here."

"Ahh..."

The chefs nodded as they watched her devour three portions of steak, tears streaming down her face.

She was truly born a natural eater, and it was a sight to behold.

"Hey, this steak isn't evenly cooked," one chef remarked.

"Huh? Really?"

"The color isn’t uniform. The gray band shouldn’t be there. The doneness should be consistent throughout."

"I’ll redo it."

"Stick to the machine for now. It’ll handle the technique better while you’re still learning."

"Got it."

Dan Tto’s ears perked up at their conversation, even as she blissfully consumed the last of her steak.

"This... this is a failed dish...?!"

She couldn’t believe it.

It was the best food she’d ever tasted, yet it was being dismissed as a failure.

How many more culinary wonders awaited her in this new world?

"Wait!! What am I doing?!

As she reveled in her euphoric thoughts, a sudden realization hit her. It wasn’t just because she’d finished her steak.

She was letting herself be distracted.

She’d left the industrial complex to be free, to live as a true human being. And yet here she was, being treated like a pet, entranced by fancy food.

"I came out of Namdong Industrial Complex for freedom... but if I live like this, I’m no better off! It’s not about what I eat!"

Her moment of reflection was interrupted when another plate was placed in front of her. The intoxicating aroma and lavish presentation instantly wiped her thoughts away.

"This is premium Korean beef tenderloin steak with truffle purée. The beef has been dry-aged at low temperatures to enhance its tenderness, then quickly seared over charcoal for a smoky flavor. The truffle purée... (and so on) ...served with grilled seasonal vegetables to balance natural and savory flavors."

"E-Ehh?!"

She didn’t understand a word of what the chef said, but she could tell it was going to taste incredible.

Another dish arrived:

"Thinly sliced abalone carpaccio with yuzu dressing. The freshness of the abalone pairs beautifully with the citrusy tang of the yuzu... (and so on) ...finished with fresh herbs for added aroma and visual appeal."

Yet another:

"A traditional Beijing-style roasted duck, marinated for 48 hours in a special sauce. The exterior is crisp while the interior remains juicy... (and so on) ...served with handmade pancakes and fruit sauce for added depth of flavor."

Dan Tto couldn’t stop.

Every dish was a masterpiece, each bite a revelation.

"This is too delicious...!"

No matter what she told herself, her body reacted on its own.

When food appeared, she ate first and thought later.

"Wow, she really can eat," one chef remarked.

The chefs, delighted by her enthusiasm, began bringing out even more dishes.

It was rare to see someone so expressive and passionate about food.

"She’s like a cat."

Her mannerisms, her focus on the food—it was hard not to find her endearing.

I resisted the urge to pat her on the head.

"Ugh... I can’t... eat... anymore...," she finally groaned, leaning back and rubbing her swollen belly.

Even the most voracious eater has limits.

"Maybe... maybe this life isn’t so bad after all..."

The thought startled her.

"No! What am I saying?! This animalistic life isn’t acceptable! Humans are meant to live with purpose, striving for autonomy and higher ideals—!"

Swwiiish.

Twitch?

“This is a Night Tiramisu. It’s dessert.”

“...!!”

Another dish appeared.

She took a bite.

Mmm –

‘It’s... it’s pretty good... Is this kind of life even real...?’

After stuffing herself full and even indulging in dessert, Danto found herself being forced on a walk by some random secretary.

It felt a bit degrading, as if she were being treated like a literal cat, but her resistance had already softened considerably.

‘So this isn’t just an island but an artificial one? It’s shocking enough that there’s such a thing as a man-made island, but for it to be privately owned and a tenth the size of Incheon?’

Over the past two days, after receiving an education (of sorts) from Soo-ah, she had come to learn a fair bit about Go Muyeol.

Even so, she still couldn’t quite grasp the full extent of the power and influence wielded by this man named Go Muyeol.

Ordinary people who aren’t deeply involved in such matters tend to remain clueless.

The sheer control conglomerates like Koryo Group can have over countless lives is beyond comprehension for most.

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For the majority, it’s not even something they can begin to imagine.

Danto was no different.

The one filling in those gaps now was the secretary walking beside her.

Through their conversation, Danto learned a great deal.

‘Honestly... this might not be so bad after all...?’

After finishing the walk, she headed for the bathroom.

This, too, was mandatory, but considering her heavy body had broken into a sweat during the walk, she didn’t entirely mind.

Even if they hadn’t dragged her there, she would have showered anyway.

“Huh?”

The scene in the bathroom was far beyond what she had anticipated.

Given the massive size of the mansion, she had expected the bathroom to be equally enormous.

But that wasn’t the issue.

It was the sheer number of people present.

Not to mention machines she had never seen in her entire life.

"Now then, we will make sure to get Miss Danto perfectly clean."

“Yes, ma’am.”

The chorus of a dozen or so women answering in unison was flawless in its timing, leaving Danto slightly intimidated.

‘W-What kind of cleaning requires this much effort...?’

It wasn’t as if she was preparing for some kind of competition.

As she was lost in thought, the secretary next to her began undressing her. Before she could process what was happening, the other women swarmed her.

“W-Wah, wait?!”

In an instant, she was stripped bare, not a thread left on her body, and was practically tossed into the large bath.

Even inside the tub, the women surrounded her, their hands moving over every inch of her body.

“Eek?! What the hell?!”

Even the act of bathing here was on an entirely different level from anything she’d experienced before.

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A private party to celebrate the successful acquisition of land in Namdong Industrial Complex.

Soo-ah had done the hard work, but the credit for the results was mine, and that was reason enough to thoroughly enjoy the festivities.

Soo-ah, the secretary, and Kwon Dambi, the security team leader, and Jin Ji-hye, the execution team leader, gently sway and awkwardly perform a striptease, while Seung-hee, the strategy team leader, crawls between my legs as I sit on the bed and inspects my cock.

The women would roll up their tops to reveal their underboobs, and when my cock was erect, they would wrap their mouths around it and suck on it to make it as big as possible.

Once she had it as erect as she could get it, she would stretch out her tape measure and measure the length and thickness.

One of the tasks I had given her one day.

My cock seems to be getting bigger and bigger, so keep measuring it and reporting back to me....

“Mmm.”

Seung-hee tilted her head after seeing the numbers.

“Why?”

“That... . I think it’s just my feeling so far...”

“... .”

What is it?

Your penis wasn’t growing?

It definitely felt like it was growing.

“Didn’t you measure it wrong?”

“... .”

She didn’t say anything.

She seemed to think I was being unreasonable.

“Tsk. Switch with Soo-ah.”

“Yes.”

Ra Seung-hee got up and stepped back, switching places with Soo-ah.

Soo-ah, who had been dancing gently, slowly took off her top as she approached me.

Her breasts, which had caught my eye since we first met, rippled and revealed their peaks.

“I’ll take care of you, Master~.”

As expected, she’s the main character today.

She’s the most attractive.