Innovation Blowing Through Songha Publishing. You Can't Avoid Riding This Big Wave!
"Phew... You're truly a man who knows his manners. Understood. You certainly deserve to enter our company as a 'precious guest.' Allow me to offer my welcome once more."
Siyoung bowed her head anew to Yu-ran's son, praising his impeccable etiquette. Normally, esteemed visitors like this would hesitate to even touch the president's pussy, or at most brush the entrance or the hood of her clit. It stemmed from their own awkwardness, but coldly speaking, it was a breach of proper decorum. Yet this man showed none of that. He stopped just short of breaking her hymen, but handled her pussy with the bold assurance of it being his personal plaything—enough to make her bow in respect. She'd never met a man so attuned to etiquette.
"Heh, yeah, yeah. Stick around and get that immature pussy nice and wet—I'll give it a real taste of cock soon enough."
Not just manners, but lip service like that too. Siyoung revised her assessment upward. Contrary to his first impression, he exuded a thoroughly masculine confidence.
"Actually, the suggestion I wanted to make to you came straight from my son's head," Yu-ran chimed in from the side, where she'd been quietly observing.
Manners, foresight—did he have it all? Siyoung felt a flash of admiration, but quickly cooled her head and composed herself. The speaker was this man's mother, after all. Of course everything from her son would look golden to her. She'd judge the merit after hearing it.
"I see. Well then, shall we hear it out? Let's see if it's truly revolutionary enough to reshape our company's future."
Siyoung spoke in her ingrained high-handed tone, her words laced with the implication that even someone far older like Yu-ran was beneath her gaze. It was the attitude only a woman perpetually charging down the path to success could muster.
Yu-ran turned her eyes to her son. He grinned and tapped the desk in front of him, beckoning her with a gesture. Her face lit up instantly, and without warning, she crammed herself under the desk. Siyoung stared in bewilderment—what the hell?—as Yu-ran tucked her upper body out of sight, thrust out her pale ass, and impaled her pussy on her son's cock. Hidden by the desk, whether face-up or down didn't matter; with her pussy gripping his dick like that, she was no different from an onahole. Hell, she actually was her son's dedicated onahole.
"Well, Mom's busy being my onahole, so let's talk with me instead. That cool?"
"Hah... I don't mind either way."
Normally, she'd hear it from Yu-ran, not some outsider like her son. Even if the idea originated with him, he wasn't company staff at the end of the day. But with the mother tied up playing onahole for her boy, blocking it felt downright rude.
"Heh, we get each other. Straight to the point, then. This publisher should pivot to specializing in erotic novels and hentai manga."
Absurd. Songha Publishing's core customers were women. Sure, they carried magazines and books to appeal to men for broader reach, but the mainstay was beauty and celebrity mags for women, plus literature. Ditching that base for unproven ero content? Consumer backlash aside, the stock would tank the moment they announced it.
But judging a business on preconceptions was amateur hour.
"Care to explain why?"
"Of course. First off, this company is packed with super slutty bitches. Imagine these horny pussy sluts pouring their all into selling perverted mags and books—doesn't that make your cock throb? Just look at the president bitch's face and those massive tits. Still a virgin with assets like that? There's a limit to cock-teasing, right? If a company like this goes all-in on sex, it'll sell like crazy."
Blatant sexual harassment, but it didn't feel bad. Hell, where was the offense in passionately praising her tits and face? These days, weird women and politicians tried to suppress compliments under some "harassment" label. Who knew how the world worked anymore. And crucially, his logic rang true—the more she chewed on it, the more sense it made. Leveraging the office's hot bitches, starting with herself, for marketing? The impact was obvious without a calculator.
But that alone wasn't enough.
"We already have a stable of high-quality writers we've nurtured. Ditching them for new ero talent won't be easy. Switching directions means massive opportunity costs in replacing authors... Your thoughts?"
Fair question. But Yu-ran's son had an answer ready.
"Simple. Grant the writers here 'uniqueness' privileges, and it's doable."
"Uniqueness?"
"Yeah. Even a guy writing super kinky training smut has probably never actually trained a pussy. Right?"
"Well..."
If they had real experience, it'd be a police matter, not a contract issue. No matter how talented, writers unable to separate fantasy from reality were dead weight no publisher could touch.
"Exactly—flip the script. Give those writers free rein to train the female staff here. Hands-on pussy training lets them write 'real ero books' no generic training story can match. No other Korean publisher, not even those famous Japanese ones, offers that. That's differentiation with punch."
"...!! Y-Yeah, that's..."
An idea she'd never heard or imagined. But the impact? Seismic. Who was this guy? How did a plain face spit out breakthroughs like that?
Writing was crafting stories. But pure lies bred reader unease. Novelists needed reality paradoxically. Infuse true realism into ero, and the shock to readers doubles. Sex appeal was universal—Korea to worldwide. This would work.
"But it still feels a bit short. Something extra to hype marketing wouldn't hurt."
"Guessing you thought of that too?"
"Obviously."
"Let's hear it."
Siyoung straightened up, utterly serious now, hanging on his every word. She held her breath—not even a sigh escaped. The only sound was Yu-ran carefully rocking her hips in pussy service.
"Every book purchase comes with random photos of the company's pussy sluts. Not boring ones—only the kind that make cocks hard. Instant gacha fun, plus built-in promo. Win-win."
"...And for proof of bulk buys, swap in my photo."
"Oh, not just any CEO brain—a sharp one. Wheels turning smooth."
Yu-ran's son clapped, praising her. It was basic, nothing to gloat over, but she accepted it graciously.
"Truly astonishing business planning... This could sway the shareholders. At least the male ones—I could seduce them with the staff's bodies, and they'd fold for sure."
"Heh, now you're thinking ahead without me spelling it out. Oh, one more thing: look after the male staff's welfare. Monthly perks for top performers—pick any female staffer as their absolute obedience meat toilet. Morale through the roof. Excluding my personal dedicated toilet sluts, of course."
"Brilliant idea. Neglect employee welfare, and the company can't grow right... And so rational too. Out of nowhere, sorry, but... ever thought of joining us officially?"
Any CEO would scout talent like this. Siyoung eyed him like a lioness on the prowl.
But he waved it off.
"Nah, I'm good as a NEET. No need to work when I can coast forever."
"Shame..."
Siyoung let her regret show plainly—a rare crack in her armor. That said it all.
"Wait, external advisor on irregular hours? That I could do."
"...! Perfect. Better than full-time, even. Your genius overflows in that role. Just drop ideas now and then. Salary..."
"No cash needed. Shares instead."
"Company stock? That we can..."
"Nah, not company shares. Shares in your body. Specifically, your pussy, ass, and those fat tits."
"Pardon?"
Siyoung blinked in confusion. Shares in her pussy, anus, tits? What...?
"What's the angle? If you want more, name it now."
"Nah, this is fine. Nothing else interests me."
"Very well, then."
Siyoung feigned nonchalance, but inwardly cheered. A genius for this price? Unbeatable. Proof he was young, judgment immature. Her pussy, ass, tits—free-use toys anyway. Demanding them was naive. But she wouldn't point it out. She was a businesswoman. No kicking away free fortune.
"From now on, anything involving those three goes through me. Let's see... First rule: no covering my shares with clothes. Pussy, ass, tits—all out and proud."
"Naturally. Heh, fine deal. Here's to a win-win partnership long-term."
Siyoung thrust her tits forward. He grabbed them with his right hand, shaking vigorously—the so-called tit handshake, a bold new greeting.
"Pleasure doing business, President. This company's gonna transform exactly how I want. Ki-hi-hi-hi-hi!"