Chapter 50
Chapter 50
"So that's how it was. My son... I didn't even know he was suffering so much alone..."
"Don't be sorry, Mom. It's actually a relief. Now I can love Mom, Auntie, and Noona without guilt, with my head held high."
I wrapped my arms around Hye-jeong's waist and buried my face in her cleavage. Guilt? I never had any to begin with. But with these words, I became a tragic male protagonist who experiences 'fated love beyond moral anguish' for them, and a perfect heir who awakened the family's instincts.
"Yes, Minho. You're right. We were destined to be drawn to each other. That desire you felt... that's the 'Proof of Bloodline'."
Hye-seon, as if overcome with emotion, also came up behind me and hugged me. In front was Mom, behind was Auntie. And beside me, Noona was looking at me with moist eyes.
"Thank you, Minho. For seeing us... as women."
Minseo stretched her foot under the table and firmly pressed my crotch.
"Don't hold back anymore. Do whatever you want, whatever your instincts tell you. We're... yours."
At Minseo's bold footplay, my 'thing' twitched and reacted once more. The women of this crazy family grew more fervent the more I became like a beast.
And a few days later...
Three black lAuntieusines lined up, ascending the mountainside. After driving for a long time out of the city, we arrived at a private memorial park where only the wealthy could be laid to rest.
However, the word 'park' was too modest. This place was more like a colossal temple or palace. As soon as I got out of the car, I swallowed a hollow laugh at the sight before my eyes.
"Wow..."
A magnificent marble building rose majestically above a well-manicured lawn. That was the columbarium where the previous Head of Household, who was both my biological father and maternal grandfather, rested.
A colossal, gold-adorned gate at the entrance exuded an imposing aura, and statues erected throughout stood like soldiers guarding the dead.
"Minho, this way."
Hye-jeong, wearing a black mourning dress, linked her arm through mine and guided me. Though she had traded her usual flamboyance for modesty, the form-fitting line of the dress accentuated her voluptuous figure even more. Hye-seon and Minseo, who followed, were the same. They were women who could make even mourning attire look like sexy lingerie.
Creak-
As the heavy door opened and we stepped inside, a cool chill and a faint scent of incense brushed my nose. The interior was even more opulent than the outside. Light poured in through stained-glass windows in the ceiling, and the floor was laid with spotless, high-grade marble.
In the center, at the highest point, lay my grandfather's portrait and urn.
"Darling... Father. Minho is here."
Hye-jeong whispered softly and bowed her head. I slowly approached the altar. The old man in the portrait had striking sharp eyes and firmly closed lips. And chillingly, he bore a strange resemblance to my reflection in the mirror.
(So this is the guy. The one who violated his daughters to create me.)
I picked up an incense stick and lit it. Watching the smoke rise, I looked around once more. For a space dedicated to the dead, it seemed excessively luxurious and overly comfortable. A system that perfectly controlled humidity and temperature, top-grade materials, and a garden maintained 365 days a year.
(The rich... they enjoy such luxury even in death.)
Suddenly, memories of my past life... no, my original self before the possession, came to mind. A life spent drifting from one rented room to another, eating convenience store lunchboxes. What if I had died alone in that world?
Far from such a lavish columbarium, I wouldn't even have had money for a funeral, perhaps ending up in a cheap ossuary corner, or treated as an unclaimed body and scattered somewhere in a public cemetery.
(Kim Minho here was a king made from birth, revered as a god even in death... but my original self was less than dust...)
The realization that all this wealth, power, and these women I now enjoyed were not due to my own abilities, but solely thanks to this 'bloodline,' struck me anew with a painful clarity.
(......Yes, let's admit it...)
I wiped the bitter smile from my lips. The world is unfair anyway. If my past self was a loser, my current self is a winner. Whether by chance or fate, there was no reason to throw this winning hand I held into the trash bin of 'morality' or 'conscience'.
I raised my head and stared directly at the portrait in front of me. The old man in the photo still looked down at me with an imposing gaze. I didn't avoid his eyes, and offered a short, blunt greeting inwardly.
(Rest well. Everything you left behind... I will enjoy it thoroughly.)
Did he read my thoughts? The old man's face in the portrait seemed to glare at me with an angry look. But the dead cannot speak. I turned away without hesitation.
"Let's go, Mom."
"Mmm, okay..."
Hye-jeong linked her arm through mine and nodded. Hye-seon and Minseo also followed behind me. We walked towards the heavy gold-adorned door, our heels clicking.
Leaving the columbarium, we dismissed the waiting attendants and headed towards a magnificent Black Horse standing grandly in the middle of the parking lot.
The true start of a journey, with just the four of us, no driver, no attendants. I took the smart key from my pocket and pressed a button.
Beep-
With a deep unlocking sound, the heavy door of the Rolls-Royce Cullinan opened. It was an enormous SUV, boasting an overwhelming majesty, like a castle on wheels.
"Alright, get in. I'm your chauffeur for today."
As I opened the driver's side door and joked, Hye-jeong got into the passenger seat and gave me a sidelong glance.
"Oh my, you're driving? You'll be tired; you should've just called a driver. The car is so big too."
"What are you talking about? The charm of a trip is the drive. And we want to be alone, don't we? If there's a driver... we won't be able to talk freely in the back."
At my subtle gaze, Hye-seon and Minseo giggled and got into the back seat.
"That's right. Minho's right. It's best for just us to go intimately."
"Wow... As expected of the Chairman's car, the back seat is like a stadium, a stadium."
Hye-seon and Minseo, seated in the back, sank into the luxurious leather seats.
"Alright, then, we're off. Fasten your seatbelts."
I pressed the ignition button.
Vroom....
The massive 12-cylinder engine awoke, but the noise was barely audible. Only a heavy vibration enveloped the car body, signaling that this was no ordinary vehicle.
I smoothly turned the steering wheel and exited the memorial park. As we left the city and entered the national highway towards Gangwon Province, the car glided effortlessly, as if floating on clouds.
Thanks to the high chassis, the view was wide open, and the top-grade suspension perfectly smoothed out any bumps in the road.
(Ha... is this what travel is like?)
I gripped the soft leather steering wheel tighter and focused on the road ahead. In my past life, 'driving' was a struggle for survival.
Memories of having to carry a delivery bag, rain or shine, gripping the rattling handlebars of a motorcycle and speeding down rough roads. Times when I breathed in the smell of sweat and exhaust fumes inside my helmet, looking with envy at the luxury sedans passing by.
But now it was different. In my hands was the steering wheel of a luxury SUV worth hundreds of millions of won, and beside and behind me sat the top 0.1% beauties of Korea, looking only at me, comfortably.
"Yahoo~! The weather is absolutely amazing!"
As Minseo opened the sunroof, the refreshing May breeze rushed into the spacious car. Hye-jeong's and Hye-seon's hair elegantly fluttered, and inside the car, their luxurious scent mingled with the crisp aroma of the forest, creating a strange sense of liberation.
"Minho, you look... quite sexy while driving?"
Hye-seon leaned forward from the back seat and whispered into my ear. Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw she had taken off her shoes and was comfortably stretching her legs, voyeuristically watching me.
"The car is so big and spacious... nobody would know what we do inside here."
"Auntie, I'm driving right now. If you keep tempting me, I might just pull over to the shoulder."
"Oh? If you pull over, what will you do? Do it here?"
At Hye-seon's provocative joke, the car instantly filled with heated laughter. Hye-jeong also placed her hand on my thigh and gently stroked it, joining in.
"Minho, tell me if you're tired. We can stop at a rest stop... and Mom will give you a massage or something."
Her touch wasn't just simple encouragement. That hand, fiddling with my inner thigh, was intended to pre-heat me even before we arrived.
(This is crazy. They're all determined.)
I gently pressed the accelerator. The car smoothly increased speed without a tremor. This space, like a moving suite, not a rattling motorcycle.
In this perfect quietness and comfort, for the first time in my life, I savored the 'feeling of a king' ruling the world as I drove, rather than feeling chased.
"Alright. Let's skip the rest stop and go straight there. Because I want to get there quickly... and properly relax."
The faces of the three women flushed red, understanding the double meaning in my words. We were heading to our destination, a secluded villa deep in the mountains of Gangwon Province.