Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: I'm the Station Director
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Prologue
-KDS declares full abolition of music programs!
-MDC: "Music Side abolition is correct, but we'll focus on other genres."
-SDS in discussions to sell Music Chart program in bulk...
-Angnet, finally acquired and merged by NSS...
Finally, I achieved what I'd longed for.
NSS, my broadcasting station, which I'd luckily established after striking it big at a young age.
With music programs and all idol-related shows now monopolized by my station, I had become the king of the entertainment industry.
But... that wasn't exactly what I'd aimed for.
I'd simply wanted to build the station around idols because that's what interested me...
"Director~ Got it. I usually don't take it out, but for you, Director, I'll make an exception♥"
Somehow, I'd ended up receiving sexual favors.
EP.1 I'm the Station Director.
NSS.
The kind of broadcasting station where people say, "If you want to see idols, just tune into NSS."
A utopia for idols and their fans, sprouting from nothing in the cutthroat industry and growing into a massive tree overnight.
Right now, I was entering the first floor of NSS station to start my day.
-Beep!
I swiped my employee ID at the entrance, and a cheerful mechanical chime welcomed me.
28 years old—a fresh-faced newbie just stepping into society.
Depending on the context, a number so green it hadn't even hatched from the egg yet.
But what that number meant to me was enormous.
-Ding.
Before I knew it, the elevator had arrived at the fourth floor.
The floor housing the station director's office, PD rooms, operations team, and all the core functions of the station.
The moment my foot hit the fourth floor, an urgent voice called out.
"Director!"
Director—the title for the top commander in this place. And most importantly, it was calling me.
I naturally turned my head.
"Hello, Director!"
"Ah, hello, Kim PD. That new show you just started airing? Pretty fun. If you need anything, just say the word—I'll back you up big time."
"Aww, it's all thanks to you, Director. Thank you!"
Kim Young-jun PD, the guy who specializes in crafting idol variety shows.
He'd originally worked at another station, but when all the idol programs consolidated under our roof, he bowed his head and came over.
After a quick greeting with Kim PD, I headed toward the director's office and ran into someone else.
"Director! The group scheduled to appear today flaked, so we had to urgently book a replacement. The appearance fee went a bit over..."
"Ah, Yoon PD. It's fine—what's a little overspend? When it's urgent, you just grab whoever's available first."
"Yes! Thank you!"
This guy was another PD specializing in idol shows, just like Kim PD.
People at their level usually towered over others in the broadcasting world, looking down on the backs of heads—but to me, they were just reporting in.
After all, I was the youngest station director, the savior of the entertainment industry.
Station Director
Kim Han-seo
Under my photo on the employee ID, simple yet weighty letters.
At just 28 years old, the representative, president, and station director of a specialized music and entertainment channel!
Of course, it was possible because I'd built it from the ground up.
Along the way, more people like Kim PD and Yoon PD greeted me, and replying to each one made the walk to my office feel endless.
But it was a good kind of distance.
As I reached the entrance to the director's office, Secretary Shin rushed out and bowed her head.
“Good morning, Director.”
“Hey, Secretary Shin. Did the next month's broadcast schedule come through?”
“Yes. Only the new trot program and the rescheduled idol music show have changed times—the rest is the same as before. Just waiting on your approval.”
“Then send it straight to me. Oh, and grab me a cup of coffee.”
“Yes, sir.”
Secretary Shin hurried off to the secretary's office.
A small workspace right across from the director's office.
I'd considered making it an open lobby, but secretaries have plenty of work, so I set it up as a private room.
Plus, with the glass walls, it doubled as a lobby—perfect for seeing everyone coming and going from my office.
But more than that...
‘Her outfits are getting bolder and bolder...’
Secretary Shin was a newbie, hired just three months ago.
Given my age, I wanted someone a bit younger for the assistant role, so we brought on 23-year-old college senior Shin Min-seo.
Great resume, diligent, speaks so sweetly.
And her face and figure?
Selfishly perfect...
The problem was her killer instinct for showing them off.
Yesterday, it was an off-shoulder, body-hugging seductive red number.
Today, office attire—at least on paper.
A black miniskirt that barely reached mid-thigh, paired with a white blouse whose buttons looked ready to pop.
The tight fit was so sheer that one splash of water and you'd see right through to her bra and skin.
I'd told everyone dress code was casual to match my young CEO vibe, but did she hit the club every night or what?
Day by day, squeezing that voluptuous figure tighter and tighter—it was dizzying.
If she'd set her sights on showbiz back in school, she'd be an idol here instead of my secretary.
No, no—what am I even thinking about my secretary?
I shook my head a few times and snapped back to reality.
“Let's see...”
Settling into my desk chair, I scanned the urgent tasks lined up.
The weekend evening ad slot was ending soon, so I needed to lock in a new one...
The deal to buy Music Chart wholesale from SDS was nearly done.
Angnet merger was in the final stages too.
So really, just the new ad left on the plate.
The last few weeks, I'd been burning the midnight oil, running around nonstop.
Not content to park my butt in the director's chair like some suit—I preferred handling things on the front lines.
They were important enough to need my personal touch anyway.
And the sweetest reward among those hard-won results?
Fewer fires to put out.
Guess I'm a company man after all.
‘Then, as a treat for all my hard work...’
I fired up NewTube and pulled up a dance practice video from one idol group.
MVs are great, but I preferred the raw, no-CGI practice room vibes—way more electric.
Plugged in my earphones, music poured out, and my eyes locked on the girls, hair flying as they danced.
Sexy dyes, haughty, cute, innocent—they moved in perfect sync, bodies surrendering to the beat.
But the one snagging my gaze most was Sua, the innocent beauty.
Prettiest by far, killer figure, and the leader to boot—an all-rounder.
At least in my eyes.
For the record, this girl group is Ceria.
A four-member act—not super famous, smack in third-tier territory.
First tier: the ones you see in every TV ad or on billboards.
Second tier: members fly under the radar, but everyone knows the group's hits and name.
Up to there, they're making decent money, running stable.
Third tier?
Basically passion-pay purgatory—only hardcore idol stans even know them.
Ceria was holding down the bottom of that tier.
Fourth tier...
let's not even go there.
A truckload debut and vanish every year.
Anyway, as a big idol fan, I knew the third tier inside out, and lately, I'd been hooked on Ceria.
Kinda weird for the head of an idol-focused station, but I'd even hit up their fan sign a few days back—deep fan mode.
Obviously in full disguise: mask, hat pulled low.
Members might not clock me, but agency staff?
High chance.
‘Sua looked stunning in person back then... hehe.’
“What’s so funny?”
“Ahem!”
Grinning at the idol vid, I hadn't even noticed Secretary Shin come in.
I hacked out a cough way too mature for my age, awkwardly swapped windows, and yanked out my earphones.
Perfect—totally natural, right?
“Porn or something?”
“Hey now, Secretary! I'm the director here!”
“Hehe... just kidding. Coffee and schedule report, as ordered.”
Me and Secretary Shin?
Age gap like college seniors and juniors, so we traded casual jokes like this all the time.
She teased me sometimes, but I preferred it a million times over stiff, corporate vibes.
“Slurp... mmm...”
Warm hazelnut latte—sweeter and richer than any café brew.
Moments like this made me pat myself on the back for hiring her.
Mostly when taking that first sip.
Savoring the coffee, I shifted to the broadcast schedule.
Monday through weekend—programs packed 24/7, no gaps.
Looked suffocating at a glance, but it was familiar territory for me.
That said, new trot show at 7 p.m...?
Idol music hour at 4 p.m.?
“Secretary, what's with these time slots?”
“Trot's hot right now, so they slotted it in prime time.”
“Come on, trot's for aunties and elders. Shoving it there? That's when students and office workers get home. Trot fans are slammed then. Flip it—4 p.m., kids are out playing, plenty of downtime. You get me?”
“Yes, sir. I'll pass on swapping the slots exactly as you said.”
“Good. Anything else?”
“Oh, about picking that new weekend evening ad—another candidate popped up.”
“Wasn't it down to two?”
Food and clothing ads, I think.
Simple reason they'd made the shortlist: perfect viewer demo match, killer rates.
“Cosmetics company. They threw a fit about meeting you personally. We added them as a candidate, but their rate's low compared to the others. Cut 'em?”
“Huh. Kinda curious what they've got to say. Set up a meeting for tomorrow.”
“Got it. But you're going in person again, Director?”
“You know me. And hey, I'm not even 30—still got gas in the tank.”
“Our station's the only one where the boss handles the grunt work like this. Hehe.”
Secretary Shin let out that laugh, bowed once, and headed out.
That sound was downright mesmerizing—maybe because of those top three undone shirt buttons, revealing her slender collarbone and the soft, elastic valley of her cleavage.
I glanced at the CCTV feed for the hallway between my office and the secretary's.
The angle caught it perfectly: Secretary Shin stepping out, immediately straightening her outfit.
“Hmm...”
This is bad.
Secretary Shin is way too sexy.