The General Affairs Manager's Twisted Obsession
"Heh, heh heh heh. Emilia... that insolent bitch..."
Kim Dong-gi chuckled to himself with a sleazy grin. He usually had that dopey, airheaded look that just frustrated anyone who saw it, but right now, his face twisted into something that inspired outright disgust. And who could blame him? The opportunity he'd thought would never come—or if it did, one he'd never be able to seize—was right in front of him. And so damn easy to grab.
"Al-always bossing me around... We were in the same grade, same class... same age!"
As he packed the van with the necessary supplies, he muttered to himself with a creepy smirk. Passersby caught sight of his expression and hurried away in shock.
"Fucking bitch. Th-think you can strut around like that forever?"
Their connection had started with the bread shuttle. Kang Emilia came from a wealthy family and was drop-dead gorgeous, making her famous in school. And her personality? Total shit. She didn't even bother hiding it, ruling the school like a queen and treating the other students like her personal slaves.
Kim Dong-gi had been at the absolute bottom of the pecking order. Naturally, he'd endured endless bullying, building up a mountain of resentment. Sure, for some reason she'd scouted him after inheriting the family business and even promoted him to general affairs manager—a high position—but that didn't erase the past.
"D-don't think it's just some petty grudge... I... I love you, Emilia. A love that transcends hatred."
His mind drifted back to their school days. Thinking of her superior, haughty, arrogant beauty, he sank into delusion. She was still pretty now, but not like back then, he thought.
"Y-you too... you'll end up wanting me...!"
His fantasy escalated at breakneck speed. But just before the climax, an interruption shattered it.
"General Affairs Manager. I brought them."
One of the female employees had arrived with the four trainees Ko Mu-yeol had recruited (essentially bought) and the two bodyguards.
He hid his disappointment and flashed his usual idiotic smile. "Th-thanks."
"I notified them, so you can head out right away."
He nodded and eyed the trainees. Freshly showered and dressed in new clothes, every one of them looked grim. They knew the industry well enough. Being sold off to a man meant one thing. And to the infamous Ko Mu-yeol? The outcome was obvious.
Dong-gi felt a fleeting pity for them but shoved it aside. Right now, Emilia was what mattered—not them.
"It's a long drive, so... at least drink this..."
"...Thank you."
"Y-you bodyguards too."
"Ah, thanks."
The trainees, all with dead eyes, accepted the drinks from Dong-gi and boarded the van. The bodyguards did the same.
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"Someone wrote this song before~"
"And I could tell you where it’s from~"
"The 4736251 to put my mind at ease~"
Kim Dong-gi hummed along to the song drifting from the radio, gazing at the scenery outside the window. He loved this tune. Maybe it was the dreamy melody evoking first love, or maybe because it always brought back memories of Emilia from their school days.
Her long hair cascading like silk. The piercing gaze that struck like a slap, her arrogantly upturned nose. The blouse straining to contain her bursting chest. The skirt fluttering like butterfly wings in the breeze.
When that beautiful figure turned toward him, a shiver ran through his entire body. Even if her hands or feet battered him, his heart always yearned for her.
"Ahh... Emilia... m-my... Emilia..."
The old Emilia appeared in his delusion. Steeped in his own desires and tastes, she was far from the real thing, but he was satisfied. In his fantasy, she was haughty yet kind, gazing only at him.
And... she did whatever he wanted...
"H-hah... haaah..."
When he came to, he'd ejaculated into his rough palm. Even half-mad as he was, he knew jerking off in front of others was embarrassing. He quickly scanned around.
"..."
"..."
The van was deathly silent. Only the muffled outside noises and steady breathing filled his ears faintly.
"Phew..."
The four trainees meant for Ko Mu-yeol and the two bodyguards tagging along as escorts—all dead asleep from the sedatives he'd slipped them.
- Vrrrrm.
His phone buzzed. A call from Emilia.
"Now that I'm gone, you finally call."
He wiped the semen roughly on his pants and answered. "H-hello—"
- You fucking bastard!!!!
As expected, a shout exploded from the phone, nearly blowing it up. Emilia's voice was a bit low for a woman usually, but when she screamed like this, it turned shrill and piercing.
- What the hell are you doing right now, huh??!! Phone's been off!
He glanced at the screen—17 missed calls. Five from company staff, twelve from Emilia.
- Did something happen? You have to say something!! So I can clean it up—
"E-Emilia."
- What? Emilia?
"L-let me talk... I have s-something to say."
Emilia sensed something off.
- ...Have you lost your mind? Hey, what are you doing? Your stutter's still retarded, but the vibe's different. Calling me 'Emilia' instead of 'President' like always, and talking down to me? You little shit, you've got some weird ideas now.
- Fucking loser virgin. Think just 'cause you got a dick and breathed the same air as some young girls, you can get ideas?
"Hngh, heuk...!"
Yes. This was it. This texture he'd missed. The blunt, vulgar words and the voice that gutted him. He clutched his burning chest.
- You wanna swing your dick around like that Ko Mu-yeol asshole? Dream on, retard. Cut the bullshit and deliver them properly. You didn't touch the girls, did you?
"H-how about a deal...?"
- Fuck off.
"O-one trainee for o-one photo."
- What?
Dong-gi snapped photos of the sleeping trainees and bodyguards and sent them.
"Four of them... so four photos."
- What the hell? I don't have time for this!! You wanna die?
"N-no panties... just the uniform... four poses—"
Haa... A sigh leaked through the phone, stirring old memories. Dong-gi flinched like Pavlov's dog.
- Hey, fuck off. I'll just refund the money and end it. Handle the trainees yourself. Use 'em as fucktoys or piss on 'em, whatever—I’ll find you in 12 hours and kill you. Have fun coating your dick in pussy juice one last time.
Emilia hung up.
The expected reaction. The queen wouldn't cave that easily. Dong-gi sent a text.
He powered off the phone. A few hours of ghosting, and she'd be fuming black inside.
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"That... that fucking bastard...!!"
Emilia, stabbed in the back, nearly exploded with rage rising to her head but barely held it in. It had reached her throat, but she took deep breaths, calmed down, and carefully set the contract aside.
"...President."
The female secretary watched her worriedly, concern and confusion on her face.
"This is invalid, right? No way this holds up. That pervert... that loser must've tampered with it."
Checking the contract after Dong-gi's text revealed an absurd clause: If Party B (Rainbow Miracle) failed to deliver the trainees to Party A (Goryeo Entertainment, Ko Mu-yeol), they owed 100 times the transaction amount in damages.
25 billion won for five trainees meant 2.5 trillion in penalties. Even for her wealthy family, that was impossible.
"It wasn't there when I checked it myself!"
"...Yes, I confirmed that too. Probably used invisible ink that appears over time. Legally, that clause is void, and the contract is automatically invalid... but."
"..."
"The opponent is who they are... how they'll react is the issue."
Emilia ruffled her hair wildly. As the secretary said, the contract was obviously invalid. But against Goryeo Group? If they pushed it?
'For that bastard, it's all upside. If he digs in, I'm the one who ends up screwed and awkward.'
Ko Mu-yeol would totally pull that shit. At least according to the rumors. He might even use it to demand her body.
'He seemed a bit different from the rumors when I saw him earlier... but fuck, what a mess.'
Biting her lip until it bled, she agonized for a long while before finally picking up her phone.