The Scoundrel Himself
The next morning, I got to meet Na Tae-hee, the CEO of Nokono-go headquarters. After fucking the Nokono-go Girls in the van yesterday, I went back to my room and kept pounding away, then crashed and woke up to find her waiting in the Goryeo Entertainment reception room.
She didn't have any specific info to share, but the fact that she came straight to me right after the girls left meant she'd been keeping my words in mind all along. So as soon as the kids were out of the picture, she rushed over. Even though she knew full well, she'd been playing dumb the whole time. What the hell was she thinking? Did she really believe she could escape me?
"I'm sorry, young master. I'll do whatever you say. No matter what you order me to do, I'll obey. Please... please just spare my daughter. I beg you!"
And this was the result. Na Tae-hee was on her knees before me, tears streaming down her face. Prostrating herself flat on the reception room floor where people walked in shoes—it was a pathetic sight.
"At least she didn't do anything stupid. Her judgment isn't completely hopeless."
If she'd gone to the cops or live-streamed an exposé like that nerdy total manager who used to simp for Emilia, things would've blown up way bigger. But she came crawling to me the second she clocked the situation, so she's got some brains.
"No pointless resistance makes you way more appealing."
"...I'm sorry."
"Sigh. My soft heart again. Fine, I'll let it slide this time."
"Th-thank you...!"
I shot a glance at Sua. She caught on and placed a stack of documents in front of Na Tae-hee.
"...?"
"Goryeo Entertainment's acquiring Nokono-go headquarters. We'll keep the name, so stay on as CEO. You'll also serve as vice president of Goryeo Entertainment, handling LUMINA and the Nokono-go Girls. That's our entertainment division's core."
"...Th-this is."
She scanned the contract and looked shocked.
"What? More normal than you expected?"
"... "
"It's mercy based on your skills."
Plus, she turns me on.
"There's this chick named Kang Emilia running Rainbow Miracle. She's getting vice president too, so team up with her on entertainment. You focus on idols; she handles the rest. We'll sort any adjustments later."
Sua brought over a prepped shopping bag and set it beside her.
"That's a gift. Wear it for reports to me from now on. Actually, no—change here."
"... "
She didn't pull some dumb 'R-right here?' bullshit. She just squeezed her eyes shut, endured the humiliation, stood up, and pulled the clothes from the bag.
The outfit was the school uniform I'd pictured since first seeing her. Kinda like a delinquent girl vibe—tight miniskirt hugging her hips and thighs, a blouse stretched taut over her chest, and a slightly short jacket. No stockings, by the way. That's hot too, but I prefer bare legs.
"... "
She let out a faint sigh, then started stripping. No hesitation even with me watching.
Swish. Clothes hit the floor. I quietly enjoyed her fashion show. She shed her prim business suit, bared every inch of herself to me, then slipped into a uniform she probably hadn't worn since 20 years ago.
She kept a straight face, but her cheeks were flushed.
"Looks perfect."
"Nngh... "
She tugged at the ridiculously short skirt, biting her lip hard. So erotic I wanted to pounce right then. But I'd already burned time on morning sex, so I held back for now.
Wait, no. Can't just let her off that easy. At least a welcoming ritual.
"Come here."
She hesitated, then approached the sofa where I sat. I spread my legs silently and pointed at the floor between them.
"...!"
After a moment's pause, she knelt, slipped between my legs, and trembling hands reached for my zipper.
Quick on the uptake, this one.
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Na Tae-hee gave damn good married-woman head and left with the Nokono-go Girls in tow. Lots to prep for the acquisition, so I dispatched Emilia to assist. Better than her tiny-ass Nokono-go HQ handling it solo—Rainbow Miracle counts as a solid mid-tier firm, so it'll speed things up.
A bit later, Min Ji-ah sent a pussy pic—pink insides spread wide with two fingers. Made me wanna fuck her right then. Can't call her over now, though. Frustrating.
- Simulation.
- ....
After a pause, Min Ji-ah started sending erotic fiction. She's gotten good at it since last time.
Debut her as an ero-novelist later for laughs.
- You're talented. Debut.
- J-joking... right...?
- Not joking.
- ....
- Kidding.
Min Ji-ah suffered my torment for 30 minutes.
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Evening hit. Time to wrap daily tasks and train my stamina stat—aka fuck time. But first, another must-do.
"Connection established, my lord."
"Oh. Good."
It was the drug deal with Jang Kyung-su. His vibe was getting shadier, so I had Prestige beam me the live footage. Makes sense—760 billion at stake, can't just hand it off blindly. Should've done this ages ago.
"Trade in 30 minutes."
"Yeah."
The huge mid-air screen showed the lot. Plenty of time till go-time, but Jang's crew was already there. In force.
"That many needed?"
"Insurance... maybe?"
"Or sneaky intentions."
Moment later, Prestige reported: insane numbers lurking around the site. Mostly special implant users invisible to normal scans.
Told ya. Gut's science.
"Doesn't look like a straight deal. Just me?"
"Agreed."
Jang Kyung-su plans to ambush with his hidden troops when Prestige shows. Keep the 760 bil, snag the drugs too. Two birds, one stone.
But tough luck. We've got military sats.
Sorry, but we see everything.