Emilia's Desperate Welcome
“R-Representative!! This is bad!!!”
A somewhat dim-witted-looking man wearing round glasses burst through the large door.
The woman lounging around like a playboy jumped up in surprise.
“Ah! You scared me!! I told you to knock and wait for permission before coming in!!”
“Ah! Th-that…!”
Under her scolding, the man floundered helplessly before scrambling back out.
Then he knocked on the already-open door—
“Aish, that idiot.”
The woman thought, 'When the hell is he going to stop doing stupid shit like this?' as she got up.
The man slunk back in.
“What is it?”
“Uh, w-well…. Um.”
“….”
Looking up at her face, which seemed ready to sigh at any moment, the man adjusted his glasses and took a deep breath.
“Prestige of Goryeo demanded the list of our agency's celebrities and trainees. Y-young women only.”
“What? Prestige of Goryeo?”
“It's the holding company of Goryeo Group.”
“I know that much!”
The woman yelled as she shot up from her seat and paced around her desk.
“What business does Goryeo Group have with a small agency like ours? We haven't done anything suspicious, have we?”
“R-Representative? We're not just any small business; we're an Incheon-designated excellent company. Technically a strong small-and-medium enterprise.”
“….”
The woman bit back a retort. The guy had been this oblivious since school days. Yelling at him now wouldn't change a thing…. Regrettably.
“Prestige of Goryeo is the owner family's errand runners before it's a holding company. They wouldn't suddenly want our girls out of nowhere—find out who's behind it. We need to know their needs to respond properly.”
“Ah, I already looked into it.”
“You did?”
He handed over some documents he'd pulled out.
“The one who made the request is a woman named Seo Eun-young, and she just became Ko Mu-yeol's secretary today.”
“Ah.”
The woman took the documents and let out a sigh.
Ko Mu-yeol. Not famous among regular folks, but in her entertainment industry, no grandson of Goryeo Group was more notorious.
A woman- and drug-obsessed creep who fired off DMs or contacted agencies the moment he spotted a girl he liked. If he were just a lunatic, you could ignore him—but being Goryeo Group's heir made that impossible.
“Here it comes. Ha….”
She ruffled her hair.
Of course, he'd been persistently DMing the celebrities under her Rainbow Miracle too.
No direct agency contacts yet—but that ended today. The day had finally arrived.
“What do we do?”
“….”
What should they do?
“They just asked for the list? No other demands?”
“They want photos too.”
“Not that—what else?”
“Ah! Grouped by team—,”
“Aish. You seriously.”
“N-no other demands! Yes, just the list.”
“Ha…. That pervert would've asked for specifics or something. No, that has to be the goal.”
Moneyed elites screwing around with industry girls was an open secret, but Ko Mu-yeol took it to extremes. Rumors spread far and wide.
If he was contacting the agency directly, it was obviously for that.
“Give them the list as requested for now, and contact the girls to check if anyone's gotten recent DMs from him.”
“Yes. G-got it.”
Two hours later.
“R-Representative!! This is bad!!!”
The man shoved open the representative's door like he was trying to break it again.
“….”
The woman sighed familiarly. No point lecturing anymore.
“So, what'd you find?”
“Ah, yes. No one's gotten recent contact. But that's not the point—,”
“No recent DMs? So he's just gonna pick from the list like it's a whorehouse buffet? Does he think this is his personal pussy den?”
“Th-that's not the important part, Representative!!”
“Then what is?”
“H-he's coming here himself.”
“?”
“Ko Mu-yeol said he's coming here personally!!”
“What?!”
The woman shot up from her chair.
Skyscrapers blurred past the window. Fitting for a megacity housing 30 million, Incheon was choked with suffocating towers everywhere.
The worst were Songdo Future City, where the elite lived, and the newly developed Ganghwa Economic Special Zone. They'd redeveloped the massive island—Incheon mainland-sized—into a Hong Kong-style chicken coop nightmare.
And at the heart of that Ganghwa Economic Special Zone was my destination.
“Hmm…. Is it really that good?”
Im Sua, at the wheel, tilted her head at a photo floating in the air.
“Master, no matter how I look, they seem average. Are they really that special?”
“Special enough.”
They'd be the world's top idols in two years. Right now, maybe not so much. Baby fat still hid their real faces.
“Heh…. Well, if it's Master's taste, I respect it….”
“What good does your respect do me?”
I kicked her seat lightly—focus on driving, not chit-chat.
She went, “Eek. S-sorry,” and shut up.
She talked way too much. Though if she went silent like the NIS spy beside me, that'd be its own problem….
Rainbow Miracle underground parking.
“We've arrived, Representative.”
Public time hit, and Sua flawlessly switched to formal address, opening my door.
Stepping out, a few from Rainbow Miracle waited: burly guys in black suits and a sleek woman.
“…What the hell is with her.”
The woman at the center muttered it thoughtlessly—she was that striking.
Did I remember her? Nope. First time seeing her, and my game knowledge drew a blank on that look.
She approached. Business smile, but not a great expression. Like she was looking past me with contempt?
“If you're wondering 'what the hell is with her,' I suppose it's only polite to answer.”
She drawled it stickily, handing over a business card.
“Kang Emilia, CEO of Rainbow Miracle. Call me Emilia.”
“Emilia?”
Agency CEO? Her?
“Yes. Shall we head inside? These aren't things to discuss out here.”
“Ah. Sure, let's.”
An agency CEO like this? Actress turned executive maybe? Shocking either way.
'Game world logic, huh? Beautiful women popping up endlessly.'
Even random people you passed had average looks incomparable to my old world. Exaggerating a bit, everyone was hot.
And named NPCs like Im Sua, Seo Eun-mi, or this Kang Emilia had top-tier beauty that stood out even more.
'A blessed world.'
No dry spells for the dick here. Perfect.
…
““Welcome to Rainbow Miracle!””
“W-welcome….”
Up the elevator to the 10th-floor CEO office, about a dozen girls beamed greetings. One awkward guy too, but whatever.
“Ooh.”
I couldn't help admiring. Pretty girls in revealing outfits showing off their personalities—plump, soft skin everywhere my eyes went.
“We rushed to gather the girls with open schedules since the young master was coming personally. Please understand we couldn't bring everyone.”
Emilia nodded, and like it was rehearsed, two girls clung to my sides, the rest swarmed me.
Squeeze—arms linked, chests pressing subtly. Soft sensation on my arms, groin stirring.
Plus this nice scent…. Such blatant body assault made holding back tough.
Emilia checked her watch.
“So, shall we get to business after a short break? I don't mind either way.”
“A break?”
This was hospitality. From Ko Mu-yeol's memories, agencies had these reception teams—debuted but mid-tier girls assigned to guys like me.
“CEO, I can relay your business, so please rest. It's a long trip.”
Quick-on-the-uptake Sua chimed in.
“Yeah, oppa. Take a break and chat with us.”
“We dropped a new song—wanna be the first to see it, oppa?!”
Over ten girls pressing close, scents wafting—my cock went full mast instantly.
'…Not like the trainees are running off…. Maybe a quick break?'