Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Sua (1)
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Time felt frozen.
About an hour before clocking out, staring at a blank monitor brought back memories of my school days.
The last class on a Friday always dragged on, no matter how hard I spaced out. It was like an eternity stretching out forever.
Sure enough, a glance at the clock showed only three minutes had passed.
'I wish night would come already.'
I'd crashed the moment I got home last night, then cleaned every inch of my body first thing this morning.
Today was monumental—a private rendezvous with Sua. I put in extra effort.
My condition was peak. Even my lower tank was full to bursting; I could fire off round after round.
As night approached, a hint of tension crept in.
"...Director..."
Sua had said this was her first time doing something like this. I'd have to handle her with care.
She was my favorite, after all. Maybe treat her like a princess instead of the usual service?
Aaah, just running the simulation made my pants tighten.
Not good to get like this at work...
"...Sir!"
Hm?
"Director!!"
"!!"
Lost in my lewd, loving fantasies, I hadn't noticed the secretary right in front of me.
"Oh, Secretary? What's up?"
"Director, what have you been thinking about all day? You didn't even notice me come in, and I called you several times, but you treated me like I wasn't there."
"Ah, sorry. I've been busy lately, so I'm just tired."
"Weren't you muttering something about peak condition a bit ago?"
"Just self-hypnosis. 'I can do this,' that kind of thing."
"Hm... Okay?"
"Yeah. So, what's the matter?"
"This. It's the list of programs slated for next quarter."
With that, she placed a thick stack of papers on my desk.
Some were ending, others new. The new ones had "TBD" for hosts scribbled in.
Even ongoing shows had notes on slots opening up next quarter.
As if begging me to fill them.
"...Nicely organized."
"Yes, I heard you're finally getting involved in programming for real. Personnel decisions, or maybe even launching a whole new show..."
I hadn't mentioned that specifically... Ah.
An PD, as expected—faster than light on the job.
He'd already set everything up based on our chat last night.
Meanwhile, I'd spent the day fantasizing about Sua's cup size and tightness.
This is why you need loyal retainers. They lay out the whole feast while you're distracted.
"Yeah, exactly. Time for me to stick around here and do some real station director work."
"Feels kinda out of the blue."
Of course. I'd realized the world is vast, full of tight little pussies.
"Anyway, that's the plan. You can go now."
"...Director."
"Yeah?"
Suddenly, she swept her arm back and twisted her body slightly, showing off her curves.
What? For a second, it felt like...
A seductive allure from my close secretary, something I'd sensed before.
Have I been letting my dick run wild too much lately? It wouldn't go down. Good thing I was seated, or even a blind man could tell I was hard.
I pictured her laid out on my bed.
My cock was taking over my brain.
When the woman closest to me started giving off a slutty vibe, I snapped back to reality.
"What? Why'd you call?"
"Doesn't anything seem different about me?"
What was with this bitch-in-heat talk?
If anything had changed, it was how I saw women—not her.
I was just insanely horny.
But I couldn't say that, so I went with the obvious.
"Your outfit's different from yesterday."
"...That's obvious. Guess you don't care much about me, huh?"
"You're doing great work. Perfect. Ten out of ten. Last time I gave you an eight?"
"...F-Fine. Director, you free tonight?"
"No."
My firm refusal made her flinch in surprise.
Now I noticed: ass-hugging miniskirt, tight white blouse barely containing her body.
Her hips were killer, tits demanding attention. The top buttons were on the verge of popping.
The lower ones looked peaceful by comparison.
How snatched was her waist...
As I admired her figure, her confidence grew. She thrust her chest forward.
"I-I have something to discuss with you tonight. Can't you make time...?"
"No!"
I barked, and she bit her lip defiantly.
"Wh-Why not!"
"I've got something crucial today. Next time."
"I checked your schedule—tonight's free!"
"It's personal. Butt out. And stop stalking my calendar. Oh, quitting time. Good work today, Secretary. I'll treat you to dinner next time—talk then."
She trembled with frustration, fists clenched, but I patted her shoulder and left the office.
She was so used to flirting with men that it threw me off sometimes.
Made me wonder if she actually liked me as more than a boss.
But months of observation showed she flaunted her body to other guys too.
With outfits like that every day, how could she not?
Starting to see her as a woman would just make things awkward.
Besides, right now, one woman dominated my mind.
'Ceria! Sua!'
I rushed home.
The sun was setting. I waited only for Yoon Manager's call.
I'd sent my address. They should be here soon...
Then my phone buzzed happily.
Like Pavlov's dog, I snatched it up.
"Yoon Manager, you here...?"
"Yes... we've arrived..."
"G-Good. You're early."
"Yes... I'll send Sua up."
"Why don't you come up too? Have some tea before you go."
"I couldn't..."
His voice was heavy, like he was holding back tears.
Made sense. At a dump like Enric Entertainment, Ceria's agency, he probably handled everything.
Most of it babysitting the girls 24/7.
And for two full years since debut.
No fame, just burning cash on nobodies—and he never pushed them too hard, always protective.
Basically raised them like daughters. Now sending his top one to service me.
Guilt and regret—he wanted to drop her off and bail.
Reminded me of Rize's Sihyun and Harang.
Their head manager left them at the lounge with sad eyes.
I'd done these people dirty.
So... for their sake, watching sadly from afar...
I'd fuck the girls hard and push them big time! Everyone's just trying to eat!
"Yoon Manager, I'll take responsibility for Ceria and make them stars. Music In Us fixed spots first!"
"!! Not just a one-off next week, but f-fixed...?"
"Of course. Then variety gigs based on how it goes..."
"...! Th-Thank you... For Sua, really..."
"I get it, Manager. It's for the greater good. Send her up."
"Urk... Understood... Take care of her, Director."
"You too."
Call ended.
He poured out guilt-ridden words, but he'd resigned himself the moment he agreed.
Dragging it out would just strangle him more, so I kept it short.
Sitting alone on the living room sofa, enjoying the quiet—then the bell rang.
Front door.
A strange tension rose.
'Phew... Sua...'
Was this really happening...?!
I opened the door. There stood Sua, radiating stunning beauty.
Hands clasped tight, polite yet haughty.
Maybe hiding her anxiety.
Her slender hands trembled like a fragile bird's wings.
"......"
"......Sua? Come in."
"Yes...."
"That skirt... looks pretty."
I said, eyeing her pale thighs peeking from under it.
Catching my gaze, she shyly pressed her legs together.
".....Th-Thank... you...."
Her voice dripped contempt, despite the words.
Her eyes flicked away in disgust.
Putting it together, I could guess how she saw me.
A bit of betrayal mixed in, probably.
Acted all nice at the station, invited her to Music In Us—then canceled, now demanding service.
Maybe she thought this was a trap laid for today.
Whatever. I'd clear it up all night with my affection-packed cock—but first things first.
"Sua, if you don't want to, go home. I don't like forced greetings either. Believe it or not, I respect you quite a bit."
"......."
"Yoon Manager's still waiting downstairs. I don't want to hang with someone making that face, so decide quick. Come in or leave."
"....Music In Us...."
"Hm?"
"M-Music... In Uuuus.... Y-You gotta... guarantee it...."
She whimpered.
So cute. Made me want to devour her.
The front door slowly closed behind her.