Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: The Secretary's Rebellion
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My Producer's promotion had officially kicked off.
Almost every entertainment agency's NewTube channel had taken down all the videos featuring their trainees.
Because any one of them might get picked for MyProod.
The online communities were exploding with reactions—hot didn't even begin to cover it.
It probably had something to do with this unprecedented princess selection contest getting such a massive push.
Next week, the auditions for the dreamers aiming to make the top 90 would begin.
Think of it as the prologue to MyProod.
With over 300 applicants already, things were bound to get fierce right from the start.
Those from big-name agencies would figure they'd breeze into the 90 no problem, thanks to their buzz and the agency's built-in fanbase.
For them, it'd just be a formality.
The kids from no-name agencies would pour everything into catching someone's eye.
Guess that's why background really matters.
Anyway, MyProod was off to a strong start, but that wasn't the issue right now.
-Unable to connect, leaving a message after the tone...
"Hm..."
Instead of the secretary's voice, only the automated lady's greeting played.
No answer, no showing up to work.
And this was the most critical part—she'd gone on strike without a word beforehand.
Was the secretary seriously planning to quit?
What the hell had set this off?
Secretary—no, Shin Min-seo. Something was seriously off with her head.
The vibe had flipped so drastically, I couldn't pin it down.
The girl who'd been all gooey-eyed over me was suddenly ice-cold starting yesterday, then poof—radio silence.
Had I not given her enough room? Was she done with me?
The thought made my chest ache.
Step back, and the secretary was a total catch: long bag strap accentuating her pretty face, ample chest, killer proportions—a perfect ten.
I'd heard recently that even the male idols visiting our station had tried hitting on her.
Letting a woman like that slip away? As a man, it'd haunt me to the grave.
Had she thought I had her locked down?
I'd been so obsessed with idols' tits that I'd overlooked the gem right under my nose.
Familiarity had blinded me. Damn it.
Should've treated her better. If she actually quits and bails, it'd be like savoring a delicacy only to choke on it.
Secretary, please come back!
Bam!
Holy crap.
I was stewing in regret when the station director's office door flew open, the force startling me.
Anyone could see it'd been kicked wide.
Who the hell...
"Hic, Directorrr."
"...Secretary?"
There in the open double doors stood the secretary.
I'd just wished for her return, and boom—here she was.
But she looked less like a secretary and more like some tyrant storming in.
Normally I'd rip into her, but her state made me think I should hear her out first.
'She looks like a mess...'
I'd seen her like this once before. Actually, that time made her look like a fairy by comparison.
Right now, she was staggering like a zombie, dark circles under her eyes, gaze unfocused—like she wasn't all there.
She was wearing a long Burberry coat, but she straight-up looked unhinged.
And even from across the room to my desk, the booze stench was creeping in.
How much had she pounded?
She wasn't clutching a bottle, which almost felt off.
Caught off guard by the twist, I opened my mouth slowly.
"Secretary, what the hell happened to you? Something wrong?"
"Hic, not really."
"Then are you insane? Showing up late without notice, shirking duties, drunk on the job. I give you leeway, and you think time runs backward?"
"Hehe, fire me thennn."
"?"
My fist clenched on instinct.
Not to hit her—just pure anger.
Some subordinate barges in making a scene like this? Even Buddha would lose it.
I was about to raise my voice when she beat me to it.
"You don't treat me like a woman at allll... Won't even keep your promise to take me to dinner..."
"Cut it out—what the hell is this? Get a grip!"
"You say let's take it slow with the girl right here... But won't even look at meee. Sniff. Meanwhile, you're poking every other woman. Guess I'm the only one you ditched. Hic."
How'd she know that?
I hadn't ditched her—the secretary needed slow savoring, so I was playing it cool. But that wasn't the point now.
Those hiccups mixing in constantly. But it didn't feel like just drunken rambling—there was more to it.
Was she...
"You stalking me again?"
"Yup. So what? You hate it now? Hic."
The secretary slurred, her true colors showing.
Bragging about her criminal record like that—I couldn't ignore it anymore.
Sure, she was hot with a killer body, but I wasn't about to let her jerk me around like a chump.
I recalled our deal from last time and let my anger seep into my voice.
"I told you not to, and you did it anyway? I was bummed when you didn't show, making me the idiot. I said if you stalked again, we're done. Thanks for your service. Go find another—"
"This? I'm gonna splash it everywhere."
She shook something like it was on display.
In the secretary's hand were photos of Sua and Sihyun.
Sua's: one from her first service visit to my place, and shots from yesterday coming and going.
Even the bedsheet soaked in her juices.
Sihyun's were just as bad.
A clear shot of me and her leaving a motel together.
The photographer? Obviously the secretary stalking me.
Realization hit, and blood surged—my heart pounding like mad.
Fuming, I said,
"Min, Min-seo... Let's talk this out, okay...?"
The secretary's eyes were glassy, booze in full control.
Can't provoke her.
If she snaps, Sihyun and Sua are screwed.
Forget me—an idol caught shuttling to a guy's motel and house?
Even people who didn't care about idols would pile on and tear them apart.
The idols who'd faithfully serviced me sexually? Their careers over.
Then I couldn't have them anymore!
"Talk about what?"
"You seem really worked up—calm down first..."
"You draw a line with me but hug other girls at night? Pissed me off. Spent two days sleepless, cursing those bitches. Still not enough, so I drank all night and woke up here? I like you, Director, so I'll mosaic every pic with your face before spreading them. But those bitches who stole you from me... hehe...!"
Drunk out of her mind, the secretary grinned in a chilling way.
Damn, what a bolt from the blue.
No clue what sparked this mess.
Needed to defuse it, but her eyes were wild—she might bolt any second.
"Secretary, it's not a line—honestly..."
"All set now. Hic, if I can't have you, I'll destroy you—but I don't wanna break you. So... sniff, those bitches go straight to the press..."
She pulled out her phone, punching in multiple news outlet numbers.
Looked like the pics were saved on there too.
Shit, we're fucked.
Photos loaded, just the send button left.
And yeah, my face was mosaiced—even now, protecting me. Kinda touching.
That sparked an idea.
"Secretary."
"Sniff, whatever you say, it's over..."
"Truth is, I was gonna confess to you today. Too bad."
"...?!"
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"I must've gone overboard with the prank earlier, Director."
"Prank? Your eyes were spinning—you were full yandere..."
"It was a prank."
"Come to think of it, midway through your drunken rant, you were speaking clear as day with that scheming..."
"Forget my drunken fit and the photos?"
"...Fine."
My words dropped, and she tore up Sua and Sihyun's photos.
So this is how Shin Jae-hyun felt... Gotta treat her better from now on.
Anyway, the secretary had snapped out of it, back to her poised self, sitting beside me.
She'd dragged a chair over just to sit close, so I let her.
"Earlier... you said something about today...?"
She blushed, acting all shy village girl.
Giving me the go-ahead to follow through.
I'd confessed to put out the fire, but the timing was just early—I did like her. Just...
'I wanna keep getting serviced!'
Torn.
Dating her while sneaking services? She'd catch on quick.
From her show, she might come at me with a knife...
Better to be straight-up.
"Min-seo."
"Yes, oppa♡. Should've prettied up if I knew...♡"
"...You look plenty pretty even roughed up."
"Hehehe..."
"But about Sihyun and Sua..."
"Calling their names so sweetly. Weren't they just one-nights?"
"Well... truth is... not one-nights..."
"Yeah."
Her eyes sharpened.
Like I was already hers—spit it out if you've got something.
Scary... But maybe worth a shot.
I mustered courage.
"It was sexual services..."
"...?"
"Ugh, embarrassing..."
I hung my head, rubbing my dry face.
Saying it out loud burned.
Acting alpha in front, taking services behind...
Telling her to go slow just to keep the services going.
Agh... But lust boils—what can I do?
Wanna eat more idols!
Lust hijacked my brain, and shameless words spilled.
"Instead of dating... can I keep getting serviced...?"
"..."
Aaah... Dead silence, then a smirk—the secretary mocking me.