Emilia's Miscalculation
The moment I thought of her as Emilia, I caught it. The way one corner of her mouth curled up in a sneer. That single expression told me exactly what she thought of me.
A greenhorn who was so obsessed with women and drugs that she'd just have to throw some pussy at me and I'd charge in like a bull, easy to manipulate.
She was sizing me up like that, probably. Not wrong, but still—making a face like that right in front of me made it hard to just jump on board.
Collecting idols for a wild orgy? I could do that without this bitch's hospitality.
And if she was willing to hand them over the second I laid eyes on them, they'd probably been rolled hard in this industry already. Did I really need to eat sloppy seconds while getting smirked at to my face?
Better to raise my own and keep them all to myself.
I casually pushed the women away. The ones clinging to my arms blinked wide-eyed as they backed off.
"What? Business comes first. Let's cut to the chase."
"…."
Emilia fell silent for a moment, like she hadn't seen that coming. She'd pegged me for a total sex maniac, apparently.
Well, fair enough. Thinking back on what Ko Mu-yeol had been up to, that was spot on. Hell, even I was tempted. My dick was still rock-hard, refusing to go down.
"In that case, shall we head to my office?"
Emilia nodded to dismiss the women and led me to the representative's office.
"…."
But damn, for all my bold talk, Emilia's ass swaying in front of me was so fucking hot my erection wouldn't settle. If anything, it was getting worse. I'll work it off on Sua later once business is done.
The second I sat on the sofa in her office, I got straight to it. No refreshments had even come out yet.
"I want to buy some trainees."
"Pardon? Trainees?"
Sua handed over the list. All the ones I'd picked.
"…You asked for the list of celebrities and trainees. So this was your goal."
Emilia took it with a reluctant expression, letting out a soft "Hmm" as she scanned the names.
"No celebrities caught your eye?"
"Don't want anyone else's leftovers."
"…."
For a split second, she shot me a sly glare before folding the file with the list and setting it on the table.
"If you don't mind me asking, why? What do you plan to do with our agency's trainees?"
"No real need to tell you, but… you'll find out soon enough anyway. I've just taken over as CEO of Goryeo Enter."
"Goryeo Enter…?"
"Living like a wastrel playboy under the chaebol label got boring. People need work to feel alive, right? Figured I'd give it a shot."
"So you're jumping into this industry? That's what you're saying?"
"Something like that."
She tilted her head, leaning back against the chair in a somewhat arrogant pose. First person I'd seen pull that off in front of me.
"Then why these girls?"
"Gut feeling."
"…."
"Do I really have to spell it out?"
As she pulled away, I leaned in closer, toward the table.
"You get money, I get trainees. Simple transaction, isn't it? They didn't seem like a big loss for you anyway."
"That's why I'm asking. Why go after these kids who aren't even top performers?"
"If they were good, you'd be selling them yourself instead of hoarding."
"Give me enough money, and I'd sell."
"Don't have that kind of cash right now."
"…."
Emilia stared at me for a long while. Couldn't read her thoughts, but it looked like some intense calculations running through her head.
"…Dongki."
"Y-yes? Ah, yes, ma'am."
"Bring the contracts for the girls listed here."
"Sh-should I bring copies?"
"…."
What the hell was with this guy?
"I-I'll get them!"
The man called Dongki scrambled out of the room. Emilia sighed at his retreating back, then threw out a number.
"Five hundred million each. Clean transfer."
"Five hundred million? That's steep for trainees."
"You'll change your mind once you see the contracts."
Emilia flashed a seductive smile laced with mockery. It pissed me off, feeling like she was looking down on me, but my cock twitched anyway. She was gorgeous—conquering her would be a thrill.
Pound that pussy raw.
Lost in vulgar fantasies, the dopey guy soon returned with the contracts.
"Take a look. You'll be satisfied."
"What's so special to justify five hundred million each…."
…Wait, no—this was—
"As you can see, it's basically a slave contract. I picked these girls up right after they aged out of the orphanage. In exchange for food and shelter."
Straight-up slave contracts. Profit splits were secondary; the trainees (Party B) had to obey Party A's every command. Want out? Massive penalty if no mutual agreement, and if not terminated, it auto-renewed by two years.
In my past life Korea, this shit would be void.
But this was Demonic Incheon 2077 Korea. Even bullshit like this held full legal weight.
"Buying their whole lives, huh."
"Yep. Fresh, pretty girls in their prime."
Didn't take long to decide. This was a steal.
"Sold. Right now."
….
Five hundred million each—two point five billion total. Took the contracts and headed to the practice room. Emilia, the agency CEO, came along.
"That's our trainees' practice room."
Through the huge glass wall, everything was visible. Just over ten girls sweating buckets, drilling choreography. Energy poured out from beyond the glass.
Emilia opened the door and stepped in. The trainees kept dancing. They only stopped when she killed the music with the remote.
Once the speakers went quiet, they finally halted, panting as they turned.
"Anyone I call out, step forward."
She must run a tight ship—her voice made the trainees tremble faintly.
Makes sense for a woman who'd sign slave contracts.
"Jung Min-ah, Kang Eun-chae, Kim Ye-na, Seong Ye-ji, Han Da-hye."
The named ones flinched and shuffled forward hesitantly. Light practice clothes showed off their curves perfectly.
"Greet him. Your new owner's here."
"…Pardon?"
"Young master, these are the girls. Taking them now?"
"Yeah… but my car's not big enough for all. Mind if I take one and you deliver the rest?"
"Delivery service too?"
Emilia seemed a bit annoyed. What could I do? My ride wasn't a bus, and the police vans tailing me front and back were packed with escorts.
"Ah! Th-then I'll deliver them, ma'am…."
"…You?"
The dopey guy shot his hand up. Emilia frowned, hesitated, then nodded.
"Fine. You're responsible for delivery. Young master, who first?"
I eyed my purchases. All shaking, faces pale with shock.
Among them….
"You. Come with me."
"!!"
I called the girl who'd gain cult-like popularity. Seong Ye-ji. In the story, she debuted as leader and main vocal of girl group LUMINA, exploding with potential from '78 onward. Nothing special now, but a few years? Superstar status.
Per the contract, she'd still be a slave even then.
World-famous but chained. Felt a twinge of pity—but it passed quick.
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After Ko Mu-yeol left, Emilia sank into thought.
"…Not what I expected."
She tapped her desk with an index finger, replaying the events.
"Rejected the hospitality outright. That bastard's dick was throbbing hard, but he held back."
Rainbow Miracle's escorts weren't the industry's best, but men were simple creatures. Throw a pack of hot-faced, curvy girls at them, and they'd dive in dick-first, every time.
She'd seen plenty. Hell, never seen the opposite. Give them girls, and they'd forget business, grinning ear-to-ear, pounding away. Some even hit on her, the CEO. She turned them down, of course.
But Ko Mu-yeol? Turned down the girls on the spot. Sure, he bought five trainees to fuck later, but rejecting hospitality right there? Shocking.
"…All rumors smoke and mirrors?"
Musing, she picked up her phone.
"Look into Goryeo Enter for me."
"Yes. Oh, and Ko Mu-yeol too. In detail."
"Not asking for anything shady. Just see if there's anything different from public perception."
"Thanks."
She hung up and gripped the phone tight with both hands.