Emilia Ravaged: Trainees and the Women's Prison
"Aww. It hurts."
After brutally ravaging Emilia's outrageous pussy until she passed out cold, I left her there and headed to the eighth-floor reception room. I'd probably cum in her pussy at least four times—way too much. My cock was throbbing and sore, aching with every step, making it hard to walk straight. Still, it had been satisfying as hell. That slutty pussy bitch Emilia. Ah, just thinking about it makes me want to fuck her again.
"You've arrived, Director."
The reception room was buzzing. With Rainbow Miracle staff, my secretaries, and even trainees milling about, it was bound to be lively. I flopped onto the sofa, and Sua approached.
"Here's the contract for your signature. It takes effect immediately upon final approval."
I skimmed the papers she handed me. It was a standard transfer agreement, minus Kim Dong-mok's bullshit clauses. I signed and handed it back.
"Um... what about Director Emilia...?"
Emilia's secretary asked timidly. She'd gone up with me, but only I came down—naturally, she was worried. But couldn't she guess?
"She said she had work to do, so I left her in the director's office."
"I... I see."
Just then, my dick was feeling cramped, so I adjusted my crotch while resettling. For some reason, the secretary's face darkened. Was it because I was so blatantly spreading my legs?
"What time is it now...?"
"1:21 PM, Director."
"Missed lunchtime."
I must've been eating Emilia's pussy for too long.
"Too lazy to move. Eun-mi."
"Yes, Young Master."
"Order a burger set or something."
"Understood."
"Oh, wait. You all haven't eaten either, right?"
While I was fucking away on the tenth floor, no way they'd eaten.
"Order for the takeover crew too."
"Yes, Young Master."
Sua tapped her phone to order burgers via delivery, and I snapped my fingers at the trainees standing awkwardly in the corner, watching us.
They jumped in surprise and stood up hesitantly.
"Come line up here in front of me. Single file."
"..."
The four trainees I'd just acquired stood before me, tense as hell. Still trainees, they didn't have much standout personality beyond their faces—black straight hair, delicious bodies. Tank tops and dolphin pants. A feast for the eyes.
"Dance what you were practicing. Let me see."
"Y-Yes? H-Here?"
"Yeah, right here. What track were you practicing? Play it."
"...One moment."
Pitying the trainees with their dilated pupils, a secretary pulled out her phone and started the music. Even from a portable device, the bass thumped hard.
"Ah..."
Still, the trainees stood frozen, their mentality shattered.
"What're you doing? Aren't you training to be idols? I said dance."
"Ahh..."
They exchanged glances, spread out, and as the secretary restarted the track, they began. Stiff at first, but soon they hit their groove and put on a real show.
"Hm. Definitely not comparable to civilians."
Worlds apart from some school festival dance crew.
"Sua, you said they weren't great, right? Still think so?"
"Not 'bad' per se, but they lack a distinctive edge..."
Sua gave her critique even with the trainees listening.
"As I mentioned before, their faces and figures are excellent compared to normals, but not standout enough for the industry."
"Yeah, agreed."
Their baby fat made their faces look cute rather than mature. Seong Ye-ji, whom I'd fucked yesterday, had the most adult vibe among them. These girls' potential explodes in two years, 2078—baby fat gone, slimmer, shaking the world with a whole new allure.
Normally, debut them in two years, but no rule says it has to be then just because that's when the potential peaks.
Debuting early shouldn't be an issue. Plus, I'm a Goryeo Group heir. The agency's Goryeo Entertainment. With the group's backing, we can at least make them famous, if not mega-stars. I'd already tipped off White Noona.
"Debut them as soon as we pick a producer. Group name's LUMINA. Concept: sexy."
"!!"
The dancing trainees startled but didn't stop.
"I'll prepare right away."
Sua, who'd just trashed them, jotted notes without complaint.
"Keep dancing. Eye candy. Oh, and switch to something sexier."
"Y-Yes."
Caught off-guard, the trainees sexy-danced before me. Kinda cute seeing them sweat it out with teary faces.
"Listen up while you dance. Sexy concept's simple. If it gets my cock hard, that's sexy."
"..."
"Figure out how to look sexier, hornier."
"..."
They squeezed their eyes shut. My words must've grossed them out. But it's the truth. Tsk tsk. Still green.
I enjoyed the show and moved on.
"Checked on the prison thing?"
"Yes. Under current law, you can't buy an existing private prison. You must secure dedicated land and build one."
"Build? From scratch?"
"Yes. Submit proposals for correctional operations, land acquisition, construction, etc., pass review, get special correctional business approval, then you qualify to operate."
"Complicated."
"Minimum requirement: facilities for 300 inmates. Anything less, no approval."
"Minimum 300..."
Sua handed over her prep materials. Even at minimum, construction's about 100 billion won, plus 12 billion annual maintenance. 40 million per inmate. And that's just ops—no staffing costs. Her estimates: 300 inmates, 50 guards/service staff, totals 20 billion yearly.
"Even charging 50 million entry per inmate, it's a loss. Raise prices for better margins, but then upgrade facilities, hire private contractors..."
"Short version: no profit."
"Yes."
Not zero profit, but not worth the investment.
"Government subsidies?"
"Outside crime zones like Incheon, just tax breaks."
"Incheon?"
"Tax breaks plus 15 million per inmate. But with Incheon's land prices and wages, it's worthless."
"Hm."
Incheon houses 30 million in a city bigger than Seoul—but only counting citizens. Ex-gang hellholes aside, land's scarce. No way for massive builds like prisons.
Clear out the trash and build—perfect. Gang turf's free real estate(?). Cherry-pick women for guards—free labor(?).
Not buying for profit anyway. It's my slave pen and soldier base.
Like grooming idols. Stuff it with cyberware/weapon-packed guards under "idol security," fill with badass female criminals under "prison ops."
Those basement drugs? Manufacture and distribute from the prison—no issues.
Correctional ops rights, limited investigation/arrest powers. Plus chaebol heir status. No one outside Goryeo owner family touches it.
Toss Sua some crumbs, she'll be thrilled managing it.
I eyed Sua's faint smile. She'd bet her life and body on me, but no big rewards yet. Only three days in—expected—but humans live on hope. Time to show the plan.
"Set up a corp for a women's prison plan. 500 capacity. Use that stuff at my house as a distribution hub."
"...! Y-Yes. Where?"
"Any gang-held land worth bulldozing?"
"I'll find some."
"Good."
"Young Master, food's here."
Perfect timing—burgers arrived. Seo Eun-mi left with Emilia's secretary. I watched the still-dancing trainees.
"Hahk, haaak."
Sweating buckets, exhausted. I killed the music via the secretary's phone.
"Good work."
"Haa..., haa..."
"Now you look fuckable."
"...?"
Drenched in sweat, even their cute faces oozed sex appeal.
"Arms up. Hands behind your head."
"Y-Yes?!"
"No backtalk."
"Ahh...?"
They raised their arms.
Their sweaty armpits exposed, my cock twitched hard.
"That's it—sexiness, pheromones. Memorize it."
"..."
"Hold it. Gotta internalize the pheromones."
"Ah..."
Of course, bullshit. Just wanted to ogle armpits.