My Son's Idea Will Definitely Change the Company!
"Looks like everyone has shared plenty of ideas. However..."
Yu-ran carefully examined her notebook, where she'd jotted down the meeting notes with her legs crossed elegantly. The pages were filled with candidates for Songha Publishing's next flagship titles. From the Assistant Culture Experience that Shinbi had recommended, to Siscon Onahole, Fucking My Stepmom, Absolute Surrender Declaration ~Student Council President~, and even The Loser from My Original World Becomes the Dick King in This Otherworld?!. It was an impressive lineup of contenders, making it hard to pick just one.
But as Yu-ran went through them one by one, checking them off, she felt a strange sense of dissonance.
"Somehow, every single proposed book is in the erotic novel or adult manga category. What gives?"
It wasn't an accusation—more like genuine curiosity. They hadn't pre-selected erotica as the theme, so why had everyone brought in the exact same genre? It felt off. At least one or two people pitching something more unique wouldn't have been strange at all.
And Yu-ran wasn't the only one sensing that awkwardness. In fact, every female employee who'd presented felt a twinge of embarrassment. They'd each thought their pick was uniquely different from the others, only for everything to overlap like this. Even worse, all the books shared themes of training, humiliation, and female defeat.
One wrong move, and it might look like the staff had colluded somehow. Not that it was illegal, but Yu-ran despised anything that stifled genuine creativity.
Fortunately for the employees, Yu-ran didn't suspect her subordinates at all. Instead, she considered a different hypothesis.
"Perhaps your animal instincts have tapped into the current trends. The readers' desires for erotica have surfaced, and we've picked up on it... We can interpret it that way, right?"
"Ah, yes! Of course! That must be it!"
As soon as Yu-ran offered a plausible explanation, the staff eagerly agreed. It cleared up any potential misunderstanding, and hey, the idea of having some primal intuition sounded pretty flattering.
Yu-ran nodded along, accepting that line of reasoning. Anyway, all the books they'd recommended were excellent—no flaws for a flagship lineup.
"Still, it'd be nice to have at least one outlier. We're not strictly an erotica publisher, after all. Deciding from a pile of nothing but smut feels a bit..."
Yu-ran was about to instruct her team to brainstorm something fresh when her son suddenly chimed in.
"Nah, it's fine, isn't it? Why not go all-in on erotica and rebrand as a specialist publisher? That could work."
"What are you talking about, son?"
He might be the editor-in-chief's son, but he was still an outsider. Butting into a key company meeting wasn't ideal. No one called him out on it, though. Everyone thought it was perfectly natural and reasonable for him to speak up.
As all eyes turned to him, the son flashed a sleazy grin.
"Hear me out. Let's use this chance to become a dedicated erotica publisher. Korea doesn't have anything like that. Sure, there's fanfic smut sites or heavily censored adult manga, but why not go full throttle this time? No censorship, no restrictions—2D, 3D, hardcore, whatever. Just blast out 100% pure erotica."
It was a bombshell from an outsider dictating the company's direction—and an absurd one at that. This wasn't Japan next door; South Korea was sexually conservative as hell. How could that even work? Plus, Songha Publishing catered mostly to women with romance novels and beauty books. And he wasn't even the boss—just talking big in front of an editor-in-chief and her team. Expecting real change from that was childish.
...That would've been the rational take. But the employees' reactions were the total opposite.
"Oh my god! How can he come up with such a brilliant idea? That's genius!"
"Right? As expected from our editor-in-chief's genes. Korea's first hardcore erotica publisher—that's guaranteed to sell! In a sexually repressed country like ours, the pent-up demand is massive. Hitting that market? Perfect!"
The staff unanimously praised Yu-ran's son. It wasn't sycophantic flattery toward the boss's kid—it was sincere admiration. His words rang true to them.
The only one keeping a cool head was his mother, Yu-ran. She addressed him in her usual composed tone.
"That's... a fantastic idea. But it's impossible for us. Too much of a stretch."
"Huh? Really? I thought it was great."
It wasn't like Yu-ran at all. She'd always move heaven and earth for her son, yet here she was rejecting him. The employees stopped their fawning praise and clamped their mouths shut. Reading the room was key in the corporate world.
"The idea is solid, no doubt. The erotica market in Korea is a total blue ocean... If we could dive in first, the profits would be beyond calculation. But our department doesn't have the authority to make that kind of change."
It was straight facts. A single division couldn't overhaul company policy. No matter how good the idea, higher-ups could kill it outright.
The employees deflated at her irrefutable logic. How heartbreaking to have a path to elevate the company, only for reality to block it?
But Yu-ran wasn't the type to crumble before obstacles. She'd clawed her way to editor-in-chief at one of Korea's top publishers on her own merit.
"So let's take this straight to the president. Once he hears our son's brilliant idea, even that stubborn old man will have to listen."
"Heh, yeah, that's my mom. Now we're talking."
"Hehe, of course."
Yu-ran winked at her son. For her child, she'd tackle any impossible task. That's what being a mother was all about, right?
"Man, the company's pretty big, huh? As expected from one of Korea's top publishers. Heh heh heh."
"Hehe, what's got you in such a good mood, my son~?"
"Oh, nothing. Just excited thinking about reshaping this awesome company however I want. Heart's racing."
The son spouted more cryptic nonsense. He had these moments where he said things that didn't quite make sense. But he was so lovable, it didn't matter.
"Haa... haa... hwoook..."
"Hey, faster! Can't you pick up the pace or what?"
The son smacked the horse's ass with a sharp crack. The horse—Seonghui—shuddered and apologized.
"S-sorry... This is my first time carrying someone and moving like this... Forgive my inexperience..."
With sincere remorse, Seonghui desperately pumped her limbs to go faster. The son had deemed walking to the president's office too bothersome, so he'd made his onahole Seonghui serve as a human horse, riding her naked back down the hallway. He drew stares from everyone, but being naked and acting as a mount was perfectly normal for the son's onahole. Still, it was rare enough to attract attention.
"God, you're so slow... Though, the slowness kinda makes the 'human horse' thing feel more real. Kinda nice."
"Is it too uncomfortable, son? I'm sorry. I should've trained her properly beforehand..."
His mom apologized like it was her fault if he showed even a hint of discomfort. The son chuckled and waved it off.
"Nah, it's fine. Actually, a bit of discomfort is better. Starting today, I'm gonna 'train' her plenty anyway, so don't sweat it."
How could her son be so considerate? Yu-ran felt tears welling up. He'd grown into such a good boy—too good for her.
"There, that's the president's office. Let's hurry and make your ideal company a reality. I'm sure he'll listen to you."
"Hmm... How should I play this? If he agrees too easily, it's no fun. Maybe set it up for a bit of 'that' vibe~"