Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Yoo Ah-yeon's Desperate Pitch
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The Yoo Ah-yeon sitting beside me was already an idol who had tasted success.
Not just a taste, either.
She wasn't some half-baked rookie—she'd been striding down the road to stardom with real substance.
I'm talking about her in the past tense, but agencies must be lining up trucks to snag her.
Of course, they'd have to tread carefully around the massive Paya Entertainment.
Anyway, the point is Yoo Ah-yeon was a top-tier catch with a dazzling past and a future just as bright.
And yet, here she was, appearing on My Producer, the show where trainees chase their dreams...
'Hmm...'
This could flip the whole dynamic and kill viewer immersion.
Plus, with the voting system, her massive fanbase raised fairness issues, so we had to be cautious about letting her on.
"Is there anything else? I've told you everything without holding back."
"There is. Something more fundamental."
"What's that?"
"It's not like idols with debut experience like you can't join. In fact, there are a few already-veterans lined up to appear."
As I spoke, it hit me—those few veterans were all the ones who'd spread their legs for me.
Semen stamped on their wombs as the mark of approval—what a beautiful selection process.
I licked my lips and rolled my eyes sideways.
Since I was driving, that was the best way to glimpse her face.
And sure enough, Yoo Ah-yeon wore a puzzled expression, elegantly furrowing her brow.
"Isn't that actually a plus? I hate to brag, but among those veterans, I'd top the charts in popularity and buzz. Even if there are a few, combined they probably wouldn't match me alone..."
"Yes, I know. You're hugely popular and have mass appeal. Even including all the trainees, no one matches you solo. But that's the problem."
"...I'd hog all the attention?"
Yoo Ah-yeon softened her expression a bit as she spoke.
She knew her own standing well, so she caught on quick.
Sua and Dahyun were nobodies bouncing around tier-three groups, Sihyun's group had briefly led tier two but fizzled out.
They wouldn't be big issues, but Yoo Ah-yeon ran in a whole different league—she'd devour every ounce of spotlight like an apex predator.
"Exactly. And it's a major one. Your fans would love seeing their fave, but other viewers would feel sidelined. Fairness concerns too..."
"But...! Before hogging attention, I'd bring my own massive draw! I'd boost ratings for sure. Isn't that merit enough? And fairness? Forcing everyone to start from zero doesn't feel fair to me."
Her pretty, clear voice made the protest so damn appealing.
She wasn't wrong. At her level, she had that pull.
On fairness... yeah, agencies were already promo-ing trainees on their official YouTube channels. Bringing her built-up fame wasn't unfair.
I quietly sped up the car.
"Fair point. But we're in the business of entertaining viewers. You'd almost certainly debut with a high chance, and bluntly, that kills the fun for them. Oh, by the way, this is the PDs' expert opinion."
"Th-that... you can't know without trying..."
"Come on, that's stretching it. Yoo Ah-yeon from Primmist, surrounded by nobodies and raw trainees—think you'd miss the debut lineup? People will say your spot's guaranteed. Hell, even I can see it's a snoozefest already."
"Urgh..."
Yoo Ah-yeon looked anxious.
The woman dubbed 'Empress' for her refined poise was now fidgeting, legs trembling.
Did she imagine me begging her to join My Producer because I adored her that much?
She clearly hadn't considered she'd be at a disadvantage.
I sneaked glances at her adorable tremors, her white thighs shaking openly thanks to the miniskirt, and pressed the attack.
"Beyond making the survival predictable, it breaks immersion for viewers. My Producer is about aspiring trainees risking it all for their dreams. You already achieved yours big-time—even failure here wouldn't hurt with your solid backup. It'd look like you quit out of boredom and showed up for kicks. Unlike the others."
As I finished, Yoo Ah-yeon drew a sharp breath.
I gripped the wheel tight, sensing something coming.
"What?! I'm putting everything on the line!!"
Nearly a shout.
If I hadn't braced, I'd have jerked the wheel from surprise.
Man, she's pissed.
Her ragged breaths and death glare radiated through the air.
I hadn't said anything that inflammatory, though...
We'd just arrived, so I turned to look at her.
Like the saying goes, pretty girls look even prettier crying—and angrier ones look scarier, their sharp features amplifying every change.
"...Why get mad? I don't think I said anything that bad."
"You said my backup's solid or I showed up bored—as if! I want to join staking everything!"
Top of tier-one pedigree made her pride ironclad—no holding back in front of the station director.
Her feisty vibe was tempting, but I had to say my piece.
"Isn't it true, though?"
"Haa... In two weeks, my contract expires—no agency. I'll lose Paya's fixed fans. Other agencies might not take me. We parted badly. Fought over member management and I left... Anyway! Even in my spot, crossing a powerhouse with connections makes it tough to land elsewhere... I know that much..."
"..."
Not uncommon in this industry.
Retaliation between agencies and artists after bad breakups.
"Can't broadcast with us if she joins you." That sort of thing.
A privilege only big agencies wielded.
"But... but..!"
"But...?"
"Debuting via My Producer lands me with NS Enter under NSS—the top power gripping idol TV. Even big labels tread carefully around you... You could protect me..."
Our station sounded like some dictatorial villain, but it didn't bother me.
I'd fucked so many pretty, sexy idols thanks to it—felt like praise.
I silently savored her thighs, heaving chest, and trembling delicate hands while listening.
"I don't think I was wrong. I just stood up for what idols should protect, but they called me too aggressive, tried pushing me out, even threatened no other agency would take me... I want to prove them wrong and thrive!"
Even Yoo Ah-yeon was just an idol at heart.
Debuting with our project girl group could shield her from that bullying and rocket her to success.
Hearing it, maybe she was challenging this out of fear she'd crash otherwise.
Had I judged too superficially...?
"So, bad blood with the company led to expulsion-like dropout and no renewal? That sum it up?"
"...Yes."
"Paya's pulling every string to block your path?"
"Yes."
She'd played it like she jumped ship, but pride masked getting booted.
Wait—Paya trainees are on My Producer too... This could make for juicy drama.
And above all... heh heh...
I forced down my rising smirk.
"I get your passion now, Ah-yeon. Didn't know the full story. This might take a while, so... is that officetel your place?"
I pointed at the luxury building ahead.
Navigation said we'd arrived—right in front.
"Yes.."
"Just started living alone?"
"Had to leave the agency dorm in a rush..."
"Let me help with your stuff, and we can talk inside? I was gonna politely decline, but after this deep chat, I've softened a bit."
Yeah. A truly... enlightening time.
The famous idol I'd seen as a cliffside flower.
Thought it'd cost my life to pluck, but turns out I'm the overwhelming powerhouse here.
Won't get her in one go, but time to chip away slowly.
Ahh... damn... my dick's stirring again...
Getting hard...