Chapter 30: Participate Hard in the Meeting and You'll Get a Reward?
"Then let's start the meeting now. Unlike usual, my son will be joining us today, but please don't get tense and just act as you normally would. Understood?"
"Don't mind me—just do what you always do~"
Yu-ran's son waved lazily, trying to ease the employees' tension. Of course, that was impossible. Who could relax if the division commander suddenly showed up at the barracks and told everyone to chill? They'd only get more nervous and underperform.
Besides, it was hard not to notice her son. No matter how much they tried to ignore him, their eyes kept drifting over.
"Huh, this pussy's in great shape. Light as a feather too—no strain even when she's on my lap. She's practically made to be a fuckhole, right?"
"Haaah... Th-thank you..."
Her son had Seong-hui—the pussy he'd personally picked—straddling his lap in reverse cowgirl, casually fucking her hole. One hand gripped her breast, twisting the nipple playfully, while the other flicked her clit now and then, savoring her fresh, eager reactions. He used unfamiliar pussies just like this, without a care.
It was natural for Yu-ran's son, but it wasn't a familiar sight, so eyes wandered despite themselves. Above all, the sheer presence of his manly cock stuffing Seong-hui's pussy full was no joke. You rarely saw equipment like that even in Western AVs. Swallowing hard at the sight, like a bitch in heat, was just human nature now.
"Everyone, focus! I know my son's cock is heart-poundingly magnificent and impressive, but does that mean we slack off on our duties? I'm dying to get my pussy pounded by that dick right now, but I'm holding back! As employees of Songha Publishing, maintain your dignity."
At their boss's sharp rebuke, the staff jolted and pretended to focus on Yu-ran. No matter how prime the cock in front of them, it wasn't worth getting on the bad side of the boss they'd see every day.
With some discipline restored, Yu-ran clenched her fist, cleared her throat, and continued.
"As you know, my son said, 'Today, I don't really want to see any cocks but mine,' so the male employees were sent home early. The women will have to cover for them. Do your best. Today, we're discussing the new book our Songha Publishing will promote. And you were told to prepare suitable candidates. I trust you've all come up with appropriate ones as instructed. Let's start with... yes, Baek Si-min."
The woman named Baek Si-min shot up from her seat and stood beside Yu-ran's son. When a VIP was present, standing next to the guest during presentations was common sense and protocol.
The son groped Si-min's ass where she stood beside him, clearly liking the feel as he grabbed a handful and chuckled. She caught her breath at the sensual touch but quickly composed herself and began.
"Yes. I'm sure you're all aware of the recent hit movie The Secret of Ivanov Hotel. Set in Russia's Ivanov Hotel, this nationwide smash used classic Russian novels as its core theme, sparking a boom in Russian classics. But that trend didn't stop there—it's expected to extend to modern novels too. I believe..."
Si-min passionately pitched her idea. The seated staff listened intently, faces serious. The only ones not focused were Seong-hui, devoted to servicing the guest's cock, and Yu-ran's son, receiving it.
The son, bored by Si-min's presentation, stopped kneading her ass, pulled out his phone, and fiddled with it. Why bother visiting for a tour if he was just gonna do that? No one thought that, though. Here, Yu-ran's son was absolutely free. No one judged his actions. That was how the world should be.
"Hmm... This boring business talk is such a drag. Let's spice it up. Make it stimulating."
He muttered something cryptic while tapping his phone. No one paid him any mind as the meeting continued.
Finally, "So, the product I confidently recommend we push from our publishing house is this book: Assistant Culture Experience ~A Russian Exchange Student's Masochistic Culture~."
Si-min held up the pre-prepared book for her colleagues. The cover featured a busty blonde white woman surrounded by ugly old men, legs bound in an M-shape with thick cum dripping from her pussy. Forced into arm hooks by the men, she shed tears of joy or despair—hard to tell—flashing an ahegao double peace sign. The kind of cover you'd see on doujins or commercial porn comics. Not something to proudly show in a room full of women.
Unfazed by the cover, Si-min pressed on.
"Buoyed by The Secret of Ivanov Hotel's success, consumer interest in Russia has surged. No book satisfies that better than this. As you know, nothing helps you understand someone like fucking their pussy. This book covers everything from rape-induced virginity loss, pussy training, anal conditioning, exposure play, mid-sex video calls with parents, neighborhood gangbang parties—it's packed as a proper training story, with top-tier artwork. Sales already prove its value. Linking it with The Secret of Ivanov Hotel for marketing should yield even bigger results."
"...Not bad."
Yu-ran nodded at Si-min's explanation. Si-min brightened and added more.
"Plus, this book's strength is that volumes 2 and 3 are out, with more sequels planned. Unlike a one-off, it promises massive added value. Volume 2 focuses on the heroine from 1 desperately trying to escape repeated training, only to be utterly crushed. Volume 3 introduces a new character for double training..."
"But it's a bit lacking to make this our flagship."
Si-min's face fell at Yu-ran's words. She'd hoped for rare praise from their stingy boss, but no—another nitpick.
"The Secret of Ivanov Hotel was a massive hit, no doubt. Tying in with it is a great idea. But that's exactly the shortfall. Have you even watched the drama, Si-min? The woman in it... is Korean—a yellow girl."
"Ah..."
Si-min covered her mouth, realizing her oversight at Yu-ran's point.
"If you want to link with The Secret of Ivanov Hotel, flip it. Not a Russian student getting trained in Korea, but an Eastern girl studying in Russia, conditioned by the white men there. That would appeal even more to drama fans, right?"
"Ugh... Y-yes, you're right. I'm so sorry. How could I miss something so obvious?"
Associating Russia with Russian women had been her simple mistake. The core idea was solid, but the execution glitched.
"Your concept isn't bad, Si-min, but think deeper next time."
"...Understood. Sorry for wasting time, haaaah♡"
Si-min bowed dejectedly, then her face twisted into slutty bliss as she moaned. Yu-ran's son, sitting behind her, had slipped fingers into her pussy and was stabbing her G-spot.
"Hey, don't look so down. You tried hard. Idea wasn't bad, and that Assistant Culture Experience? Looked fun. I'll make you cum quick to cheer up."
"Ah, aahngh♡ Th-thank youuu...♥"
With practiced fingers, he finger-fucked her to a swift climax. As his digits slipped out, pussy juice squirted—psshh!—splattering the floor hard.
The son gazed fondly at Si-min, then smack!—slapped her ass loud enough to echo—before addressing the others.
"See that? Work hard, and I'll make you cum too. So do your best."
No pep talk like that had ever fired up Songha Publishing since its founding. You could bet on it.