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It has been two months since I possessed the body of a wastrel chaebol.

Hooray, this is great~ Better than winning the lottery~ I immediately began living a life of utter debauchery, but today—or more precisely, last night—I finally realized it.

The existence most precious to me.

Even the chaebol, whom I thought existed far up in the clouds, was ultimately just a mere flesh-and-blood human.

Just as a promise to hang out all night with friends, made after a long time apart, loses its fun if it drags on too long, and just as the second and third rounds following the lingering mood of the first end up just inducing nausea and leaving only heartburn, a life of debauchery also had its limits.

Frankly, at this point, I understood why rich people do drugs.

Living with this level of pleasure, they naturally sought greater, more direct stimulation.

I vaguely understood the reason why renowned artists and second-generation chaebols with bright futures would cling to a few grams of that white powder and fall into ruin.

‘Of course, I wouldn’t even touch it.’

But as everyone knows, the moment you do it, you screw up your life.

A life like winning the lottery a thousand times in a row would fly away with just one taste of that ‘flour,’ but even I, a former shut-in loser, wasn’t that level of idiot.

In truth, it was also thanks to my eyes being drawn elsewhere.

Because I discovered something far more immensely precious than drugs, I moved away from the extreme end of direct pleasure.

Something precious, incomparable to drugs.

Having once run to the very end of pleasure, I had no choice but to turn my eyes to this, like a salmon’s homing instinct.

Family.

Family that no one could replace.

Just two syllables that warmed a corner of my heart just by hearing them.

Although this was a body I possessed, meaning they were strictly speaking someone else’s family, I had nonetheless gained a new family.

Above me, one mother; beside me, three sisters. And if I add my aunt, that’s one more.

Including half-siblings, that makes six.

I had six family members whom I cherished more than anyone else.

‘Whether it’s my real mom, my noona, or my aunt, I really want to f**k them….’

Of course, they were precious in a different sense.

Every time we met for regular family gatherings, it was hard to suppress this forbidden impulse.

‘Is it because all their genes are just that amazing….’

Even if I looked here and there, I couldn’t find women like these.

Whether it was the pinnacle of genetic improvement or not, it was a given that all of them were magnificent, whether above or below.

The thought that they were too precious to give to anyone, too precious to just leave alone, dominated my mind.

“Hey, turn around.”

“Again…?”

On the large bed.

The prostitute I brought home, who, while feigning coy resistance, quickly turned around.

To be precise, she was an idol trainee from an entertainment agency sponsored by a subsidiary I was currently fostering, but to me, it was all similar.

Woman A, who readily gave herself to me if I offered my name and title.

Squelch!

“Ohh♥”

As she presented her wet pussy as ordered, I immediately thrust my dick in.

As if plucking fruit, I grabbed her large buttocks and vigorously thrust away.

As her cunt gushed water, I thrust my dick deep inside, calmly organizing my thoughts.

“Ugh, ahhh…♥”

‘If I had to pick, is it all thanks to the maternal line?’

Perhaps all this blessing was thanks to the superior maternal body.

Just looking at this possessed body—which was now mine—was enough evidence.

The original owner of this body, Cha Doyeon.

Originally the eldest grandson and third child of Hwaryeong Group, which was the number one conglomerate in South Korea’s business world.

If one were to temporarily set aside the harsh public reputation of being a wastrel and trash, his ‘hardware’ was an appearance capable of sweetly melting women.

In fact, on internet cafes, people arbitrarily categorized me with a bad boy image.

Though his real life was such a mess that he wasn’t particularly popular.

The point was that he was a typical third-generation chaebol with a golden spoon, who used his handsome face to cause trouble everywhere.

“Hmph… it’s getting boring, so I guess I should change things up a bit now.”

“Huh? What, what Oppa?”

“Quiet, and just raise your butt.”

SMACK!

“Aah♥”

I had used that reputation to freely indulge myself, but now it was time to gradually withdraw from this dissolute lifestyle.

Because if I delayed any longer, it might become irreversible.

“Haa, haa, haaa…♥”

The time after screwing one more time for a change of pace.

Fondling the soft buttocks of the woman, I organized my remaining thoughts.

My blood was circulating nicely, and my decision had been made a long time ago.

And just as I thought the person to whom I would dedicate this firm resolution was about to arrive,

THUMP!

‘Bingo.’

The sound of the front door closing from a distance.

Soon, angry footsteps, stomping rapidly, vibrated the ground as they approached.

My ‘side dish’ next to me seemed startled, but I calmly simply gazed at the door.

As if to signal that there was no need to get up, I continued fondling her buttocks.

“Cha Doyeon!”

A thunderous voice that seemed to command heaven and earth.

The woman who burst in with such force bit her lip tightly, then seeing my disgraceful state on the bed, she even squeezed her eyes shut.

As if she absolutely couldn’t stand to see it, she pointed straight at the front door she’d walked through and immediately took control of the situation.

“You, get out, and Doyeon, you, hurry and put on your pants!”

Only then did the prostitute I’d been playing with today hurriedly gather the clothes she’d taken off.

Overwhelmed by the bursting woman’s force, she quickly exited, but to ensure she fully secured her gains, she turned back to me and whispered.

“Oppa, you promised to promote me, you have to keep it♡”

I gestured for her to leave, indicating I understood, and she quickly exited.

Meanwhile, the lovely woman who had called my name, utterly seething at these dissolute acts, waited with her eyes tightly shut.

Fearing she might explode if I provoked her further, I too slowly got off the bed, still naked.

I dawdled as I picked up my clothes and put them on, then stood before her simply dressed in a shirt and jeans.

“…Are you dressed?”

“Yep, you can open your eyes now.”

Only after confirming did she open her eyes.

It was truly a firm will, as if she wouldn’t want to see my naked body even if dirt got into her eyes.

It was only natural, if one thought about it.

Because she was the mother who had given birth to this body.

Jung Sooran, wife of Cha Seongtaek, the former chairman of Hwaryeong Group, and my mother, Cha Doyeon’s mother.

I wouldn’t say she had the appearance of someone in her 20s.

But her appearance, ripened to just the right level, remained beautiful as if it had absorbed preservatives.

Her pure gold accessories were as heavy and grand as the fact that she was once the wife of Korea’s top conglomerate.

She wouldn’t wear anything less than a flamboyant ball gown. She always adorned herself to maintain the group’s luxury brand image.

Her hair, given a slight perm, softly cascaded down to her shoulders.

She showed through herself what truly constituted an image of elegance and elite.

‘She’s truly stunning….’

Who could possibly say that a person like this was in her 40s, let alone past her mid-forties?

The Chairman’s eternal Madame.

Even though her husband had passed away, she was signaling that both she and the group remained strong.

“You…!”

That mother—Jung Sooran—ground her teeth, then,

“I told you not to miss today’s shareholders’ meeting, didn’t I?”

So that was why she was angry, I shrugged.

Instead of replying with the dignified tone of a CEO leading a solemn company, I answered casually, as if speaking to my mom.

“What’s the point of going?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’s the point’? Can’t you see the stock price, which has plummeted on its own?”

“Even if I go, it’ll just be a hypocritical show. I won’t be able to give a proper answer about the reason for the stock crash and will just stammer through it. If a video of that spreads, the stock price will fall even further, won’t it?”

“Then properly learn company management! What on earth do you even contribute to the group’s affairs?!”

“Well, I suppose I’m just a patsy figurehead CEO who diligently pays the salaries of all those ‘accomplished’ elites?”

“Cha Doyeon!”

When she burst out in anger, I finally dropped my insolent attitude.

I gently soothed my angry mother, behaving ingratiatingly to cool her temper.

“It’s alright.”

“…….”

“It’s just that the market is fluctuating wildly right now, but if we wait calmly, it will recover. And it’s not as if we don’t have capital to invest if worst comes to worst, so don’t worry.”

Appeasing her.

Showing gradual changes in myself to win her over.

Normally, it ends here.

The narrative where a wastrel decides to turn over a new leaf in his own way.

As he shows a gradually changing son, the relationship slowly recovers.

SMACK!

‘Huh?’

But Mom shook off my hand.

It wasn’t merely shaking off; she repelled me as if disgusted.

She clenched her lips, painted crimson, and seethed, panting with the force of a bison roaming America, ready to gore me with its horns.

“Peace of mind?! Not for a single moment since I gave birth to you have I ever been at peace!”

“Uh…….”

“How can you be so utterly unchanged?! Aren’t you ashamed in front of your father?”

…For starters, yes.

Let me make it clear that this was the first time I had ever behaved this way.

However, it seemed this wastrel child had glossed things over more than once or twice, or perhaps had so utterly ruined his image, that even his mother didn’t trust him.

Looking at those blazing eyes, she seemed on the verge of disowning me from the family registry entirely.

It was indeed my fault for not participating in the shareholders’ meeting.

It was also my fault for fooling around with women, but the cost of going against those eyes, utterly fed up and disgusted, was simply too great for me.

Jung Sooran… Mom briefly wiped away the tears that threatened to fall, then regained her composure.

She calmly lowered her eyelids, conveying the meaning that there was no longer any hope.

“That’s enough,

at least it’s a relief that your father was a wise man. He quickly concluded the asset distribution among his children with a will he prepared beforehand, so I didn’t have to watch the entire company crumble before my very eyes because of you.”

“…….”

“If you have any conscience, you’ll have nothing to say about this judgment, will you?

Don’t expect any special treatment as an only son now.”

More than anyone else, Mom valued family harmony, to the extent that she would gather her grown children for family meetings.

From such a woman, a coldness like a biting wind emanated.

I had expected a WWE scenario of moderate reform, but Jung Sooran delivered a full-force punch in the UFC style.

As if she had come purely to notify me of this, she turned her body, as if her business was done.

“That’s enough.

I will also cut off all expectations from now on, so live as you please,”

“Mom….”

“Then.”

“Mom!”

With a premonition that we would never see each other again if things continued like this, I grabbed her wrist.

No matter how low her expectations had fallen, perhaps maternal affection wasn’t so easily forgotten, as she didn’t shake off my hand.

For a moment, I pondered what to say.

To overturn this situation, where my reputation had plummeted to hell and there were zero expectations, there was only one strong enough thing to say.

“Then, if I come to my senses right now and reclaim the number one spot in the business world, will you acknowledge me?”

For my part, I was serious.

For the first time, I conveyed the goal I had been holding onto only through fantasy.

Hwaryeong Group, which was originally the unchallenged number one in the business world.

However, Cha Seongtaek, this body’s father and the group’s leader, suddenly died due to deteriorating health, and thereafter the group was shaken, embroiled in complicated asset distribution and management rights issues.

…That’s what’s often said, but in fact, that wasn’t the pivotal problem.

Due to his sudden death, a succession issue emerged for Hwaryeong Group, and at that time, Cha Doyeon’s wastrel behavior was so infamous that the stock price immediately plummeted as soon as his father died.

Even though the siblings didn’t particularly quarrel over asset issues, the group naturally receded to the back, like a marginalized old man.

The world was saying as much.

It was judged that among his children, no one could possibly fill Cha Seongtaek’s charisma.

Like a deflated balloon, people withdrew, thinking that Hwaryeong Group had only to slowly lose its balance and collapse.

Though it still remained in the corporate hierarchy of large enterprises, from our family’s perspective, it had been thoroughly disgraced.

Especially for Mom, Jung Sooran, it must have been an unforgettable, nightmare-like event, losing her husband and even seeing the group’s image fall.

Hah.

Perhaps that was why Mom scoffed.

She returned my firm resolution to reclaim the number one spot with a bewildered absurdity that surpassed mere ridicule.

“You, steeped in alcohol, tobacco, and women, it would be fortunate enough if you just managed to stay alive and well for five years.”

…Well, it wasn’t a wrong assessment.

“Still, I quit smoking.”

“When?”

“Last night.”

Haaaaah… a voice utterly burnt out.

As if she was now truly ashamed of having gotten so genuinely angry, Mom lightly tapped my cheek, leaving her final piece of advice.

“Stop with the useless talk and just sort out your wife problem.”

“Ah….”

“You haven’t stamped the divorce papers yet, have you?

How can a child who hasn’t even bothered to look at his wife for months be so stubborn about that?”

“Well… I’ll handle it myself.”

“Good, please do.”

As if pleading, she left.

I offered to see her off, but she strongly refused.

“Rest inside. And wash up once in a while….”

It seemed she was now even ashamed of her son who had lived like a wastrel.

BANG!

With such a resigned expression, Mom left the house.

I had waited, intending to show her a coming-of-age drama with a twist, but it just felt like I had been completely ridiculed.

‘Should I reduce my partying and become a bit more diligent….’

I had resolved to screw Mom, but now it seems she won’t even meet me unless it’s for business.

It seems I first need to recover my status, which has plummeted to rock bottom.

No, is divorce first?