Unwavering Loyalty
"Oh??"
Was it because I sent her a dick pic? Seo Aram went all out and sent me a photo of her own pussy. A thick but neatly trimmed bush, and the shyly closed entrance of her slit. Being such a fresh pussy, I could feel the blood rushing straight to my cock.
The haughty original heroine personally snapping a pic of her own pussy and sending it...!
"Ah.... But it's kinda disappointing."
The first time has to be seen in person to maximize the impact. What a waste of my first glimpse.
The real problem was that Seo Aram didn't stop there. She started snapping and sending pics of every body part she thought might turn me on. Her tits were a given, of course, but then my favorites like her collarbone and nape, the underboob, cleavage, navel, pelvis, the spot where her crotch begins, between her crotch and thighs, and so on.
Basically, she photographed every slightly erotic nook and cranny.
"Yes?"
Seo Aram turned out to be a tougher opponent than I thought.... Who knew she'd go this far?
I'd figured she'd put up a little resistance when I finally took her, or at least show some sign of reluctance.
But her reaction now suggested otherwise.
'Her loyalty seems higher than I expected.'
Her mom's treatment must've been a huge factor. Seo Aram treasured her mom enough to throw her own life into the gutter just to save her. In the original story, that's what triggered her dark turn—her mom's death.
'Even accounting for that, this is pretty extreme.'
Anyway, good news. If the part I thought she'd resist most—the sexual stuff—is already sorted, the rest is a no-brainer.
'But if this keeps up, I'll have seen her whole body before the real thing.'
That'd kill the thrill of the first look, so I quickly changed the subject.
I wrapped it up with some appropriately touching chit-chat and ended the conversation.
"She's gonna be one hell of a catch."
The original heroine loyal to me? My chest and cock swelled with pride.
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After tidying up loose ends, I headed out with Hyun-ju. The place had been buzzing with working staff and reporters just moments ago, but now it was empty except for my secretaries. I'd summoned everyone to the auditorium.
They were probably all gathered there by now, waiting for me.
"All set?"
"Yes. Ready whenever you are, Master."
I nodded and took Hyun-ju to the bathroom. We'd wiped down with wet wipes, but up close, we still looked wrecked and needed a proper wash. Same for me.
We spent about 15 minutes freshening up, then I led everyone to the fourth-floor auditorium where the reporters were waiting.
"Ah! Young master!"
The balding old guys from the meeting were waiting at the auditorium door.
"Yeah. Everyone's inside?"
"Of course! They're all counting the seconds till you arrive!"
"Hm."
Their bootlicking had ramped up even more. I brushed it off and went in.
"Ah, there! The young master—no, the chairman is here! Everyone, give him a big round of applause!"
"Thank you!!"
The people who'd been sitting jumped up as one, unleashing thunderous applause and cheers. From their reaction, you would've thought I'd just saved the nation or something. Money was one hell of a drug.
Just earlier, they'd been stiff-faced, treating me like some yakuza boss. Now they were all smiles.
I waved casually and headed to the podium.
'Let's see... I brought 10 billion, about 500 people total, so roughly 20 million each. But execs got more, so average around 10 million per head.'
To me now, money was meaningless, but for regular folks, an extra 10 million a month changed lives. Reporters made decent salaries, sure, but you couldn't say an extra 10 mil didn't boost quality of life—disposable income skyrockets.
Even on 400 mil a year, after fixed costs, you're left with 50-100 mil to actually spend monthly. Add 10 mil, and while gross income rises 25%, your spendable cash triples. Huge difference.
'Should I bump their base salary as a commemorative perk?'
If that one-time payout became monthly, I'd be their god overnight.
As the applause and cheers dragged on, I tapped the mic at the podium to quiet them down.
I slowly scanned the crowd before speaking.
"Seeing this warm welcome gives me confidence in what I have to say today."
Another wave of applause and cheers. They were still standing, so I signaled them to sit.
"I gathered you all here for two reasons. First, as your new partner, I wanted to say hello. Second, to lay out the future direction and guidelines for our proud Shinmirae Daily."
I hadn't prepped any speech, just winging it. Still, they clapped. I'd already greased the wheels with cash—whatever bullshit came out of my mouth, they'd applaud.
"I've always admired journalists who pursue justice. Especially you at Shinmirae Daily—I've followed your work for years and wanted to join the cause. This opportunity coming my way can't be coincidence."
Some vaguely inspirational fluff.
"What I ask of you is simple: Always act justly, true to a reporter's calling. When your values clash with reality, think of upright justice and your duty as journalists, and make choices worthy of it."
More justice-y nonsense. Wasn't this hypocritical? Sure, but real directives would come from below. Top guys like me just spout feel-good, righteous platitudes. Actions are separate.
"Right up until I walked in here, I was deep in conversation with Section Chief Seo Hyun-ju of our Society Division. Hearing about your hard work and achievements moved me deeply. And it got me thinking—don't these folks deserve more pay?"
"!!"
They'd been getting bored despite the cash sprinkle, but now their eyes lit up.
"I'm new as chairman, so I don't have full grasp of operations yet, but even our short talk convinced me."
Whispers heated up, eyes locked on me.
"So here's my unilateral decision as chairman.... Well, I am the boss. If I say do it, you do it, right? Even the execs. If I say raise pay for everyone here, you have to, yeah?"
"Y-Yes!"
One guy shouted big, and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers. I laughed with them, raising my right hand, index finger up.
All eyes zeroed in.
"It's New Year's. And our first meeting. So, just once—10 million each."
"!!"
Clap, clap-clap! Applause started before I finished.
"I'll raise your salaries by 10 million each."
"Woooah!"
"Not annual—monthly."
The cheers exploded louder.
"And next year, you know what happens?"
I raised my middle finger slowly. V-sign complete, standing ovation.
"Year two for us."
It was like a cult rally. The whole auditorium thundered.
I grinned back at them.
"Let's do great things together."