Promotion and the Ice Queen Composer
I arrived at the company with the cold-impression queen and headed straight to the office, where Nam Bu-jang greeted me warmly.
"Whoa, good work out there, Sejin. I watched the video—the girls' performance was killer. You must've put in a ton of effort."
"Nah, what did I do? It was all them working their asses off..."
"Hahaha, giving all the credit to the girls like that. You're a model manager."
He patted my shoulder appreciatively.
"By the way, Section Chief, sorry to ask, but could you let the members head home first? I'll catch up."
"Ah, sure thing. They need their rest. I'll have someone else drive them."
He called over a nearby staff member, handed them a car key, and sent them to the underground parking lot. I quickly messaged Shin Soye on the chat app, letting her know someone else would take them home.
Ha, I wanna jump Soye right now...
It wasn't just for today, so I could hold off a bit, but thanks to her teasing in the car, my body was fully fired up. My lust felt like it was turning into raw heat rising from my skin, and it wouldn't settle down.
"Sejin, I've got no other big news, but I'm thinking of officially handing The Queens over to you from now on."
"Pardon?"
I was already handling pretty much everything...
"We'll promote you to full road manager officially, and later I'll assign you your own roadie."
It was just making official what was already the case—putting me in full charge of The Queens. For me, it meant the same workload with a promotion, so nothing but good news.
"You planning to make The Queens a real success, right?"
It wasn't a yes-or-no question; it was more like he was confirming. I nodded immediately.
"Of course. I want to stick with the The Queens girls all the way."
No way in hell was I letting go of the The Queens girls. Absolutely not. Never ever.
"Good, you've got that company spirit. I like it."
Smack! Nam Bu-jang slapped my back with his thick palm.
"Alright, then I've got some handover stuff for you... Let's tackle the urgent ones first."
"What is it?"
"One external contract. We were in the middle of securing a new song from a composer."
So this was the main point of today.
"It's technically A&R department work, but Kim Su-hyeok was personally running around for The Queens. That bastard was poking composers left and right... You had no idea, right?"
"Yeah, first I've heard of it."
"He used it as an excuse to slack off, that's why he never told you."
He'd disappear on "business trips" whenever he got bored—total slacker moves.
"Anyway, we had a song contract in progress, but then that jerk up and quit... You'll have to talk to the composer. I'll dig up the details and send them your way, so check 'em out."
"Got it."
I'd thought the performance wrap-up would give me a breather, but looks like I'd be busy nonstop.
"I'll give you her contact too. Her name's Cheon Bom..."
"Did you call for me?"
"Whoa, what the—?"
Nam Bu-jang jumped at the sudden voice behind me. I turned to see a woman with a frosty demeanor standing there.
"You scared me half to death~ What brings you to our company, Cheon Bom?"
"I stopped by for the contract talk. I happened to overhear my name as I passed."
"You're no tiger, sheesh... But perfect timing. Let me introduce you to this guy."
I stood up politely.
"This is Lee Sejin, The Queens' manager. With Kim Su-hyeok quitting out of nowhere, he'll be handling the new song contract instead."
"Hello, I'm Lee Sejin."
"Nice to meet you... I'm Cheon Bom, CEO of Spring Music."
She extended a hand, and we shook. As we did, I took a quick look at her.
She's a beauty.
Unlike her name "Bom" (spring), she had a wintry, aloof vibe. Her ponytail was neat, her sharp eyes and jawline gave her a crisp, no-nonsense air. Even her suit was ironed to perfection, screaming sharp and decisive. She wasn't flaunting her looks—pure businesswoman type—but even restrained, her face was strikingly pretty. At least 170cm tall with long legs, great proportions. She could've debuted as a solo singer or idol and passed the visuals test easy—but.
They're small.
The downside: tiny chest. Not just average or small—flat. AA-cup, maybe AAA.
"...Um."
Cheon Bom's voice snapped me out of my mental appraisal. What the hell was I thinking during a handshake?
"Ah, sorry! I held on too long."
I apologized and let go quickly.
"Hm? No, that's not it..."
She eyed me curiously for a moment.
"You seem..."
"Yes?"
"...kinda unique?"
"U-unique?"
"Yeah. I get this feeling from you."
"R-really?"
"Kid looks harmless, but he's a beast, haha."
Nam Bu-jang jumped in.
"He's the one reviving The Queens right now."
"Them? Hoo..."
"Handover's not fully done yet, but once he's up to speed, I'll send him your way at Spring Music. Looking forward to working with you."
"Likewise. Well, then, I'll be off..."
Cheon Bom gave a slight nod and turned to leave.
"What do you think of her?"
"Uh..."
She's a beauty—but saying that would get me chewed out, so I pivoted.
"She seems sharp. Really cold..."
"Spot on. She's got this nickname, 'Ice Queen.'"
"Kinda high-pressure, huh."
"Yeah. She's a bit willful, and overall a pain to deal with."
She'd seemed perfectly polite just now. Well, yeah—you don't act rude in someone else's office unless you're a psycho.
"You'll figure it out after a few dealings. We do a lot of song contracts with her company, so make a good impression, got it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. I'll email you the docs first... Grab the paper ones too while you're here."
Whatever, I'd handle work when it came. I pushed Cheon Bom out of my mind and gathered everything Nam Bu-jang handed over.
On the way home without Lee Sejin, Shin Soye stared out the window with a gloomy expression.
I want to do it with Sejin.
She wanted to devour his body right then and there. The feel of that cock she'd just been gripping. Thick, long, rock-hard, with precum leaking from the tip. And that lewd scent wafting from his whole body. With the performance over, she figured she'd indulge tonight. She'd even fed him supplements to prep him perfectly...
Aaaah...
She swallowed a sigh threatening to escape, staring out the window to cool her heated body.
After gazing at the scenery for a while...
"Huh? Wait a sec."
Shin Soye startled and looked around.
"Where's Minji?"
"In the car."
Im Haeun answered sleepily from beside her.
"She's not here."
"In the van. Our van."
"Oh? We left her?"
"She was whining about being sleepy, so we ditched her."
"W-we did?"
She'd been so lost in thoughts of Lee Sejin that she hadn't even noticed her surroundings.
"Sejin'll pick her up after work anyway."
True enough. No need to panic just because she noticed now. Shin Soye sighed in relief and leaned back.
"........."
But something felt off. There shouldn't be any worry, yet she was worried. About Park Minji, maybe? Or just nagging at her?
A subtle itch scratched at her insides.
Minji's fine, probably.
She's just sleeping in the van—no way she'd get into trouble. No one but Sejin could hop in suddenly, and it's parked in the company basement lot. Zero reason for anxiety.
There shouldn't be...
What's this nagging feeling?
Shin Soye remained confused by the inexplicable unease.
"Mmm..."
Park Minji woke up suddenly. Blinking groggily, it took her a while to realize where she was.
Still in the van...
But why was it stopped? Forcing her foggy brain to work, she finally grasped the situation.
"He said... he'd be late..."
She could just roll around and wait for oppa. With that settled, she closed her eyes again.
But sleep wouldn't come. She'd slept so deeply earlier that the drowsiness was gone. No phone meant no distractions either.
"...Bored..."
Hoping for something fun, she rummaged through the van. But it was the same car they rode daily—nothing interesting. After checking seats, passenger side, driver's seat, she even peeked in the trunk area...
"What's that...?"
She spotted a sports bag in the corner. Naturally, she opened it, and a strong whiff hit her.
"Oppa’s... clothes?"
Lee Sejin had been handling her schedule nonstop lately, barely getting home, let alone doing laundry. He'd stuffed spare clothes into a bag.
"........."
The scent of Lee Sejin's sweat wafting from the bag. Park Minji pulled out a shirt and pressed it to her nose.
His smell.
"...Sniff..."
She inhaled deeply. Memories of sex with him flooded back—the scent from that time. She savored it.
"Mmm..."
Ever since that one time, she'd replayed the pleasure daily. Plus, with the drink Shin Soye gave her, her body was already heating up— just the smell flipped her arousal switch.
"Sniff sniff... Sniff sniff sniff...!"
Park Minji kept sniffing the shirt. Not a pleasant fragrance, but no scent she craved more right now.
Sweat's nice, but... I wanna smell his cum again...
Greed escalates. Sweat led straight to craving his semen scent. She wanted him pounding her like before.
Beep! Rattle...
The door opened. Lee Sejin appeared as he slid the van door aside.
Park Minji startled but didn't hide the shirt. Her instinct to cover up flickered, but her true nature won. Instead, she buried her face in his shirt and met his eyes boldly.
