A Call from America
Jealousy? Hurt feelings?
Or was she just that clumsy?
"Ah..!!"
I shoved the documents in my hand aside and looked down at Shin Yena, who was kneeling between my legs.
"Watch the teeth."
"......"
Why did she look like that?
Was this not it?
"Something you want to say?"
"Mmmph... slurp!!"
She mumbled something, then pulled off my cock with a hard suck and looked up at me.
"Why are you looking at me like that..?"
"You sulking? Because I wasn't paying attention?"
"......"
The second I slipped back into my usual way of talking, her eyes narrowed on the spot.
A real, dyed-in-the-wool concept addict.
Fine. I'd give her what she wanted.
This was a scene from the early chapters of that webtoon, too — the heroine getting used by the CEO while still trying to dig up evidence of his corruption.
And to a heroine like that, the CEO would drop a line like this.
"Why do you care so much?"
"I-I'm... your secretary, so...."
"If I told you, would you even understand?"
"......"
"Stay out of it and just do what you're told."
"......"
"What? Don't want to use your mouth? Want me to do it the way I did last time?"
"N-no..! Mmff...."
Shin Yena took me back into her mouth and started bobbing her head.
"Use your tongue, too."
"Mmmph..."
"Not bad. You'll get better with practice. Keep at it."
"......"
I pulled the documents back over her working head and went back to checking the list of agencies worth acquiring.
Agency name, flagship idol group, and a fair acquisition price, all laid out in order.
The cheap ones were dirt cheap. You could buy a whole company for less than ten billion won.
But if something was too cheap, you couldn't trust it. Same logic as food — a twenty-thousand-won meal just felt like it had better ingredients than a ten-thousand-won one.
So you had to look carefully. No point paying top dollar for the same product if you didn't have to.
"Hoo... you planning to finish by the end of the day like that?"
"Mmmph..? Mmf! Kya!!"
I grabbed her face, hauled her up, yanked her by the arm, and threw her down on the sofa. Then I pinned her back and flipped her skirt up.
"C-CEO..!!"
"Ahh...."
It had been the same last time — do this long enough and the act stopped being an act. I was so hard I could barely hold back. I pinned her down and pushed in.
She was already soaked, and her body took me in like it was sucking me deeper.
One round first. The documents could wait.
"Mmf!! Nngh!! Mmf!! Hngh!! Hnngh...!!!"
She clapped both hands over her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, but once I shoved my pants and underwear down to my knees and really started moving, that didn't last long either.
"Haahng!! Haang!! Aaang!!! C-CEO..! Stop...!! Stooop....!!!"
"Shut up and squeeze harder. Or you can stay under me until closing time."
"Haahng!! Hnngh!! Nnnngh...!!! Ngh!!"
How much of this was still the concept, anyway?
Even like this, she was fishing the documents out from under her stomach and reading them with her eyes. She hadn't dropped the heroine-digging-up-the-CEO's-corruption bit.
Was that part of the concept too?
"W-wait a second!!"
"Focus."
"No, I mean really, just a second!!"
"I told you to focus."
"Haahng!!! Ah—..! Th-the idol agencies... you're planning to... hnngh!! acquire them..?"
"And if I am?"
"Haang!! Haahng!! Th-this company..! This oneee...!! Haaaang!!!"
The papers in her hand were shaking so hard I couldn't tell which company she meant. So I kept thrusting. Until I came.
"Ugh...!!"
"Haaaah..!!!! Hnnh....!! Hnnngh...!! This company.... I like ittt.... Hnnh..!!"
Sprawled limp on the sofa, full of my cum, Shin Yena pressed a finger to the dropped documents and recommended one agency.
Let's see...
"Meteor Entertainment?"
"Yeees...."
"And how exactly do you know this is a good company?"
"Because.... my favorite group is...."
"......"
Did this woman think we were playing house? She wanted to fan-girl her way through a deal worth tens — maybe hundreds — of billions.
Meteor Entertainment.
The agency Shin Yena had recommended. I'd meant to ignore it at first, but it was on the list, so I looked into it properly.
And the reviews really were good. Fans liked them, and the industry had them pegged as a solid company.
The problem was that those reviews had nothing to do with revenue or the success of their flagship idols.
"Idols don't succeed just because they're handsome, pretty, and talented. Company capability matters, sure, but the most important thing is luck."
"Ha..."
Sitting in the conference room listening to Shin Yena, I let out a hollow laugh.
A business that ran on luck wasn't a business. It was gambling.
"The big agencies can force a group to succeed with company muscle. But for mid-size and startup agencies? It's pure luck. Even with great songs, great choreography, and great members, if luck doesn't show up, they don't make it."
"So Meteor Entertainment just never got lucky?"
"Right. Our oppas...."
She trailed off and checked my face. Completely unnecessary.
"It's fine. You can call them that."
"You're not jealous..?"
"Why would I be?"
"......"
Had I answered too calmly? Shin Yena bit her lower lip and shot me a narrowed look.
"Could you at least pretend a little?!"
I smiled, slow and easy. She let out a long, deep sigh.
"Haa.... even for a sex friend... that's too much... I'm hurt, you know...."
"Sex friend?! Watch your mouth in the office...!"
"Then what are we, if not sex friends? Do you like me, CEO? No, you don't. You like Iseul. And Iseul isn't even enough for you — you're trying to buy an idol agency on top of that."
"Hold on. Fine on the rest of it, but what is that last part supposed to mean?"
"You're gathering a bunch of pretty girls so you can pick and choose, aren't you??"
"......"
I narrowed my eyes and gave her a hard look. Flustered, she scrambled to change the subject.
"Our oppas are all tall, good-looking, great dancers, great singers! And the concept is locked in — military-service idols! So why didn't they blow up?"
"Because of luck, you're saying?"
"Yes!"
"So you're telling me to acquire an unlucky idol group and their company?"
"You're lucky, CEO."
"And how would you know whether I'm lucky or not, Yena?"
"You've got a pretty almost-girlfriend like Iseul, and a pretty, cute sex friend like me — doesn't that mean you're lucky??"
"......"
The examples were off, but she wasn't wrong that I tended to be lucky. Or rather, at some point my luck had started running hot.
Anyway — with my luck, I could make this unlucky idol group and their company succeed?
Except what I was trying to build was a girl group. The main act in K-Sler was a girl group, too.
"Hmm... Meteor Ent and Origin, huh... maybe they just flopped because the names suck?"
"Start! Origin! Don't lose your beginner's heart — it's a really good meaning, okay?! Of course... they never succeeded, so they're stuck at the beginner stage forever, but..."
"Alright. I'll think about it."
"You're acquiring them??"
"I said I'll think about it."
"Hiiing... please acquire them! I feel bad for the other oppas too, but especially our Shinwoo oppa..."
"What did you just say?"
"Huh??"
"What did you just say."
"Our Shinwoo oppa...."
"His name is Shinwoo?"
"Yes..."
Shinwoo?
In that webtoon, the male lead's name was Shinwoo too. It was a tiny thing, but if the idol business really ran on luck — wasn't this luck showing up?
"Ha... that's a stretch, right?"
I shook my head and walked out of the conference room — and a call came in.
Minju. What was she calling about this time?
"What is it now?"
"Oppa! You told Serin she should be a singer?!"
"I didn't tell her to do it. I said if she was interested, she should get in touch."
"That's the same thing! Anyway! I want in!"
"In on what?"
"Singing!"
I hung up.
Minju was pretty enough, sure, but if I was building a girl group, the plan was to debut them on the momentum of releasing K-Sler. Prep time was a year at best.
I'd only floated the idea to Yoo Serin because she could actually sing. I didn't have the runway to take an ordinary high school girl and turn her into an idol.
But I'd felt it last time too — she was stubborn as hell. Was I going to have to block every number again?
"Why did you hang up?!"
"I'm busy."
"I can do it too! I'm really good at rap! And I can sing!"
"Great. Congrats."
"I'm not asking for congratulations...! Just look at this first! I sent you a link!"
"Is this a phishing scam?"
"Why would I phishing-scam you, oppa?!"
I hung up and checked the text. She'd actually sent a link to a video site. Just in case, I asked for the video title, then searched it myself and pulled it up.
"School festival?"
Looked like a school festival recording. Upload date: two years ago. Minju and Yoo Serin would have been in their third year of middle school.
"She could already sing back then... but is that Minju?"
Pretty powerful rap. I didn't know enough about rap to judge if it was good, but at least you could make out the lyrics — not one of those performances where you couldn't understand a single word.
"Nice diction. She could be an announcer."
As far as I knew, Minju was a good student. Lee Chan used to brag about her to me all the time. Always in the top twenty in her class, or something like that.
Yoo Serin was around the same rank, from what I remembered.
"Pretty faces, good grades, and they're good at this too. The world really is unfair."
I was still sitting with that unfairness when another call came in.
Not Minju this time.
+1-310-XXX-XXXX
+1 — that was the US, wasn't it?
Wait. Could it be..!
I answered in a hurry.
"Hello?"
"Am I speaking with Representative Yoo Eunho of U-INVESTMENT?"
"Yes, this is Yoo Eunho. Who is this?"
"I don't believe we've spoken before. This is Negi Jeong — I'm directing K-Pop Evil Slayers."
Negi Jeong.
The director of K-Sler. And if this man was calling me, there was only one reason it could be.
"I listened carefully to the music sample you sent, Representative. The singing is excellent, and the voice fits Romy — the protagonist — remarkably well. If it's alright, I'd love to hear more. I can send over the tracks myself."
Of course.
He'd liked the song from Yoo Serin that I'd sent, enough to call me himself.
"Of course. Though — may I make one slightly improper request?"
"An improper request? What is it?"
"I'm planning to build the group that appears in K-Sler in real life."
"Ah... that actually sounds like a fantastic idea."
"Which is why I'm asking — would you be willing to change the protagonist's name? For reference, the song I sent you was sung by a friend named Yoo Serin."
"Serin... Serin.... Not bad at all. I'll run it by the team internally and get back to you. Would it be possible to get a photo of her, by any chance?"
"A photo?"
"The character design is already locked and production is underway, but I thought it might still be useful as a reference."
"Of course. If you need us, we'll even come to the States, hahaha~"
I'd paid 132.7 billion won for this project. Whatever they asked for, I'd deliver.
Even if Yoo Serin still hadn't confirmed she'd sing the OST.
"Are you serious??"
"Sorry?"
"You'd really come to America??"
"......"
Why was he taking that so seriously?
Anyone could tell that was just a throwaway line!!