Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Ayul's Contact
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Na and Secretary rode to work together in the same car.
We were currently heading from the underground parking lot to the elevator.
The commute felt refreshing.
My steps were even light.
Probably because I'd completely emptied out all the semen that should have stayed in my balls into her.
On the other hand, Secretary was dragging her heavy footsteps.
Because everything that belonged in my body had been transferred in abundance...♡ right into Secretary's womb, making her ache down there.
"Secretary, you're having trouble walking? You're not begging me to carry you here too, are you?"
"I've never begged...! And... you pounded me all night with that monstrous thing... and even several times this morning... Hn...! Aa... I'm still scared the fluid might leak down between my thighs...♡"
"Your back looks like it hurts a lot too?"
I glanced around to check if anyone was nearby, then kneaded her waist, hips, and ass.
"Haht...! My lower body is numb.... Since I'm pulling off that salary Lupin stunt today, you'll understand, right, Station Director...?♡"
"Got it. I'll let you slack off and suck honey today."
Mmwah♡
Then we shared a kiss.
By the time I reached my office, Secretary had scurried into the secretary's room and holed up there.
The whole ride in, she'd been sighing about her womb throbbing, her back aching, her breasts sensitive, and so on—guess getting impaled on my dick all that time had really worn her out.
Anyway, she had almost nothing to do today, so I'd let her rest. I headed to the largest conference room in the station—specifically, the one reserved for Maprodu production meetings.
This was where they discussed directing, who to select, how to structure the competitions, and everything else.
"Hello."
As I opened the door, PDs and station executives were already seated.
They all stood up the moment I entered.
"Welcome, Station Director!"
"Good to see you, Station Director."
I gestured for them to sit instead of bowing, stopping them before they could.
"Sorry if I'm late. I had some important business this morning..."
"No, not at all, Station Director! We just got here too!"
"Right. Now that you're here, shall we get started?"
Of course, I'd been late because I'd been fucking Secretary all morning.
It had been insanely good—her tits still felt like they were in my hands.
So, yeah, it really was important business. Not a lie.
"Are we doing three rounds of competitions? Preliminary, second, and finals?"
An PD looked at me and spoke first.
It felt like he was asking about the concept I'd cooked up in my head.
"Hmm... I've been thinking. Let's make it five rounds total. But those five will be themed around specific concepts. Multiple teams compete based on the given concept. What do you think, PDs? Good for scripting the show?"
"Five sounds perfect. Three is too few, and over five might make the competitions drag."
"I agree."
Kim PD nodded in agreement too.
"But Station Director, how do you plan to decide the concepts?"
Park Yong-uk, head of the variety business department, asked from the side. A department head was high up in the station hierarchy.
Maprodu was being poured with utmost care, so department heads were mostly involved.
They'd have influence in selecting the 90 finalists too, naturally.
They kept their hands off the on-air stuff but handled external work, which was why they put in so much effort.
Our station ran on four departments: variety and drama business, music content business, media PR, and operations.
Duties weren't rigidly divided by department name; everything flowed organically, so communication here was pretty lively.
I answered Park Yong-uk.
"Concepts will be random—like a lottery machine at each competition, with balls labeled with concepts inside, and we draw one. Sexy, pure, mysterious, etc... There'll be tons. Spin them all, and whatever comes out is the keyword for that round. Teams pick songs and practice to fit it, obviously."
"The kids who nail the drawn concept will keep surviving."
"Exactly. Five rounds mean five concepts. Our group will revolve around those five. Proven on those concepts."
"Oh... That's solid."
"Station Director, have you thought of a group name? We'd like to start slipping it into promos soon. 'The girls debuting as OOO' or something."
"Ah, PR head. Yeah, I have. Ceras."
"Ceras? Nice ring—shiny. What's it mean?"
"Not exactly pinned to a meaning, but it feels sacred, radiant, bright... Something like that, right?"
"Yeah, like an angel name from a game or fantasy."
"Ceras it is, then."
Everyone nodded.
Not just because I said so—they all looked satisfied.
With format and group name set, sets and Maprodu uniforms were already in final prep.
Just the idols appearing on My Producer left to decide.
"Heard there are tons of applicants. Clear your schedules next week for interviews. We'll discuss the 90 picks after. Need to filter for that idol vibe."
"!!"
Everyone cracked subtle smiles at my words.
"Things are about to get busy, huh? Kuhaha..."
An PD grinned ear to ear at the thought of the workload.
"Yeah. Maprodu's basically started already. Kek..."
"Oh, a call... I have work, ahem..."
The other execs started scattering to their own tasks, all on the same wavelength.
Seems everyone had one or two friendly agencies.
Once you're in the game, you see it all.
Wonder how much they were taking...
But they did good work, and the station ran smooth thanks to it—no complaints here.
Not like they were touching the Maprodu applicants anyway. Probably just calling up their senior girl group girls for drinks and fucks.
And those seniors were idols.
Tsk.
I clicked my tongue inwardly.
Unless you're a big agency, you make your idols spread their legs to get jobs.
Couldn't really blame them.
I had someone waiting on my call too.
Ayul, two days left...
Whether she grabs this golden rope is up to her, but I'd love it if she did.
Unlike my hopes, Ayul didn't contact me even on the last day.
It was already evening.
"Fuck."
Disappointing.
Not just because I couldn't fuck her—losing that vocal to Maprodu stung too.
Maybe tell her she doesn't have to spread, just come on Maprodu.
But nah, that didn't sit right.
Mid-tier agencies grind their trainees' girl groups hard to sneak them in. A no-agency girl waltzing in for free? Rude to the agencies.
As I mulled that over, a text arrived.
"....."
Ayul's number.
My lips curled up at first—then dropped when I read it.
-Yeongun Hospital 1F, in front of the ER. Can you come for a bit?
Some accident?
But ER front meant she was safe, at least.
I replied quick that I'd head right over and went to Yeongun Hospital.
"Ayul."
"......"
Ayul started to bow her head when she saw me, then stopped.
Makes sense—from her view, I was the guy who told her to spread her legs.
She'd feel shitty; I got it.
"What's up? Calling me here."
I almost joked about calling me to a motel instead, but held back at her expression.
She looked seriously down. Something bad for sure.
"....Grandma collapsed. Needs to be hospitalized a few days."
"....Yeah? Must hurt bad. Hope she recovers quick. How about you? You look beat..."
"I'm fine. Grandma just overdid it and fainted. No illness. But she's frail, so they say a few days in hospital to recover is best."
"....I see."
But why call me here?
"You won't ask?"
"Ask what?"
"Where Mom and Dad are."
"Felt like I shouldn't. You're here alone and Grandma collapsed..."
Truth was, I knew from background checks. But I played it like this on purpose.
"Right. Both gone. Got one sibling, but he's got a match today—away game in another region. Soccer team. Won't have money to keep it up next year, though."
"....."
Guilt washed over me.
Targeting a girl this down on her luck for sex favors.
I could've just helped.
With Ayul's singing, keeping her off stage was nonsense.
Wasting talent just 'cause she's dirt poor? Unfair.
I opened my mouth carefully.
"You called me here... for help with Grandma's hospital bills, maybe?"
".....Yeah. Funny thing—only adult I know is the one telling me to do sexual favors. Haha..."
Ayul's eyes reddened as she said it.
"....There's a way to fix Grandma's health and your brother's future all at once."
"....."
Tears streamed from Ayul's eyes.
Down her cheeks to her chin, then dripping off past the curve to the floor.
Nonstop.
Her grief-stricken face tore me up too.
Repentant, I wanted to stop her pain quick and spoke.
"If you just do it once... everything's solved.."
Ah, slipped out.
Gotta take it back now...
"Hic, snif... Got it.. That's why I called anyway. Hic-hic..."
Ayul wore a baggy hoodie, its sleeves soaked with tears.
She wiped them over and over, but they wouldn't dry.
...Sorry, Ayul.
"Ayul, actually that's not—"
"Just cover Grandma's bills now. Best room for her stay. You can do that much, right? My body's worth at least that?"
"....."
Heartbreaking. Ayul's tears held so much.
Even those pushed-out words ripped my chest.
My filthy hesitation didn't last.
"Yeah, got it..."