The Profligate Chaebol Has No Choice But Incest

“Fuck, I can’t hold back after all….”

Dangling a cigarette from my lips at night, I muttered to myself.

Ever since I was transmigrated, I had been constantly sleeping only with prostitutes who lined up to offer their bodies, and I finally realized something.

Things like the glistening buttocks of young women were no longer anything more than a dull stimulus.

It was merely a one-off escape, enjoying only the present day.

“Hoo….”

After inhaling the cigarette smoke, I satisfyingly blew it into the sky, letting it drift away.

After taking a long drag until the cigarette, which I had just gotten used to and which would be the last in my life, burned down to the filter, I carelessly tossed it into the spacious house.

Looking down through the glass window, which was too spacious for one person and overlooked the entirety of Seoul, I made a vow.

“After all, my mom turns me on the most.”

I won’t be satisfied until I have her.

Mom.

And all my lovely sisters.