The Secretary Tags Along
A few days later, inside the CEO's office at Da'o Entertainment. CEO Lee Sara was giggling as she scrolled through her phone.
"Heh heh, this is seriously amazing. Amazing."
What she was looking at were the comments on the video of Im Haeun landing a clean kick on Kim Su-hyeok.
"Secretary Yu, you see this reaction?"
"Yes. I've checked it."
"Man, turning disaster into triumph is wild. The incident actually boosted their recognition big time. They say in showbiz, the lucky ones come out on top."
"That's good news."
Lee Sara's eyes narrowed as she chuckled.
"That said, this response... something feels off."
"She fought too well."
"Right. Did that 'gift' we gave her turn her into this?"
"Probably. My guess is, during that assault, she was under constant commands, so she handled it so cleanly."
"Commands?"
"Yes. Her warrior princess acting was perfect, so maybe she was commanded to think of herself as a warrior princess. That's why she nailed the cosplay gig, and it carried over to dealing with the attacker..."
"Hmm, you think? Or maybe she's just good at fighting."
"Hard to say..."
Secretary Yu placed a document in front of Lee Sara.
"I did a little digging, but originally, Im Haeun hated stuff like warrior princess cosplay. Her past gigs were all cool, sexy styles."
"Surprising? It suits her firecracker vibe so well."
"Personal taste. She had a nasty personality and turned down those kinds of jobs, but after Lee Sejin took over, she suddenly started doing them."
"So... that means he definitely used it."
"Yes, and..."
Secretary Yu lowered her voice slightly.
"The way she's leveraging the incident for work... maybe it was planned."
"Planned? No way Lee Sejin controlled that ex-manager too?"
"Possibly."
"Eh, he's been out of the company over a month, right? The effect should've worn off."
"True, but..."
Secretary Yu continued in a dubious tone.
"She's been doing girl crush interviews, guesting on variety shows to lock in the image, and now reports say she's cast in a web drama as a heroine..."
"He's just good at his job~"
Just good at his job? Secretary Yu couldn't agree so easily. The workload Lee Sejin was handling—if he wasn't splitting himself in two or skipping sleep entirely, it was impossible. To her, it looked like he'd planned it all in advance.
Something's fishy about this guy... I need to figure out what he's thinking, what he's doing behind our backs.
The CEO had assigned her to monitor The Queens, but she was uneasy about slacking on surveilling him. A guy this capable and unpredictable needed her personal watch. His intentions, his thoughts...
"He got our gift but used it for work instead of his own greed. He's passionate about the job, and lucky too, that's all."
"Sure, probably. But take a look at this?"
Secretary Yu handed over the real point of her visit.
"Approval docs? What's this?"
"The Queens' business trip proposal and estimates. They're heading to Japan."
"Oh, seriously competent. When did he reach Japan? What's the gig?"
"Offer from a Japanese game company for ads and an event. Variety show talks too, but the trip's about a week."
"Pfft, thought it was something big since he showed me the proposal. Like a month-long thing."
"A week's still major."
"A week? Ha? Why? ...Oh, wait."
Lee Sara and Secretary Yu locked eyes.
"That's risky. The drug interval's within 3 days, right?"
"Yes. Skip more than 3 days, and effects fade."
"Can't tell 'em to pack a humidifier... Oops, forgot about overseas expansion~ Should I deny it? Keep 'em domestic."
"You know that's nonsense."
"True~ Didn't think they'd grow this fast~"
"That's why I was thinking of tagging along."
"Secretary Yu?"
Lee Sara asked, surprised.
"Yes. I can keep supplying the drugs and keep an eye on Lee Sejin."
"Perfect. Do it. You're the best, thinking of solutions on the spot."
"Understood. I'll inform him directly."
Secretary Yu bowed and turned.
Need to check him thoroughly. No way a guy's that selfless, just controlling the girls without filling his own desires. Time to scrutinize what he's after...
Deep in thought about Lee Sejin, she headed out—but Lee Sara called her back urgently.
"Oh right, Secretary Yu!"
"Yes? What is it?"
"When you go to Japan... pick up a souvenir for me on the way back?"
"A souvenir?"
What expensive thing now?
"I want Tokyo Banana."
"...That cheap snack cake?"
"Yeah! So good!"
"Ma'am, you can buy it domestically too..."
"Nah, the ones you grab at the airport on the way home from the origin taste best. The ones here are fake."
"......."
She's seriously stressing over Lee Sejin, and the CEO's worried about bananas? What a child.
"Get me something tasty, got it?"
"...Yes, ma'am."
Sigh. Guess I have to stay sharp.
Secretary Yu inwardly cursed as she left the office.
A few days later, the motive from the police about Kim Su-hyeok was absurd.
"So he tried to ruin Shin Soye because his own life was trashed?"
"Yeah, basically... While at the company, he racked up huge debts. Even touched loan sharks..."
I knew he had spending issues, but not this bad.
"No plan to pay it back, just nonsense instead..."
"Said his ruined life meant street or prison was the same."
"Why target Soye specifically?"
"Blamed her for his downfall, wanted payback the same way. Said one scar ends an idol's career."
Blood boiled at that.
"One scar? He swung a knife at her!"
"Minimizing his crime. But video evidence is ironclad—attempted murder, locked up regardless."
The police said he'd go straight to jail.
After, I asked Soye what happened with him. No way she did wrong, but needed to know why he blamed her.
"...Didn't wanna tell you."
"It's okay."
"That night before quitting, he cornered me. Said date him or he'd destroy the group."
"What the—date? That bastard?"
"He'd eyed me and Haeun hard before you came. Subtle, so I stonewalled. But..."
He crossed the line. Heard from Nam Bu-jang about handing me the manager spot, went straight to Soye. Demand loyalty or wreck the group. Fire deadweight like Minji, rant about favors ignored. Soye snapped, warned him to vanish from her sight and the industry.
"Even forgave some debt... but he attacks me like this."
"You paid his debts?"
"Kicking him out, figured it'd help..."
She spared a blackmailer, just booted him with debt relief—and he repays with madness. What a piece of work.
Now jailbound, no more issues.
Wrapping that up turned into a blessing—girls' fame skyrocketed. Haeun's kick had massive impact. Offers for variety guests, web dramas poured in. Video even hit Japan; Grand Ragnarok HQ sent ad/event invite.
This industry's booms are insane...
Now swamped, dying under work. Even hypnosis-app no-sleep barely cuts it.
And more 'work' piled on.
"Oppa... just a quickie... please...?"
Evening practice, Park Minji snuck to my office, begging.
"Minji, no at the company."
"B-but... too long... since last time..."
She whined, burying her face in my lap. Hand straight to my crotch.
Full-on heat.
"Busy now. You're in lesson, right?"
"I... 30 min... break..."
"Rest then."
"Hiiing..."
Minji needs breaks to collapse, but energy for me means half-assed practice. Sisters grind when waves hit; she's opposite.
Wish she hustled work like her libido.
"Soye and Haeun work hard—match their pace. Hang in a bit longer."
"B-but... unlike sisters... no jobs for me..."
"Not true, yours are stacking up—I'm reviewing."
She looked up, deflecting.
"More than... you want it too... right...?"
Pressed her tits to my stomach. Sweat-damp practice shirt, heavy weight—crotch twitched instantly.
"Reacting so fast..."
Teasing my bulge.
"Just physiology."
Any guy would with those tits. I'm pent-up; slightest touch gets me hard.
"10 min... no, 5..."
"No. Company rules."
But I could hold. Stroked her head, tried peeling her off.
"Iiiing..."
She clung whinier.
"Making time soon, don't push."
"You are...?"
"Yeah."
Japan trip plan has buffer days for rest. Happy time then, soothe Minji too.
"...Still, just a little..."
She crawled under the desk anyway.
"Hey, what—"
"Smell... just a whiff... please..."
"Yah!"
Ripped my zipper, nose to panties, sniffing wild.
"Jus' a liiiittle..."
"Minji, out."
Sniffing, pulled out my dick, tongue teasing. Couldn't yank her, just petted to push away.
Knock.
"Pardon the intrusion."
"Hiiik!?"
Shoved chair under desk, hiding her. Door opened.
"Hello, Lee Sejin-ssi. Yu Ga-hye from the secretary's office."
Yu Ga-hye? The secretary chief from security logs? Why here...?
Licked.
Zipping up frantic—Minji licked my tip.
"!?!?"
"No need to stand. Quick chat... You seem shocked to see me?"
"N-no! Just..."
Lick lick.
Endured warm tongue on glans, forced smile.
"High-up coming here, surprised! What brings you...?"
"Nothing much."
She scanned blankly.
Suck suck...
Minji sucking tip now.
"About the Japan trip—I'll be accompanying you."
"Y-yes? Secretary chief too?"
"Yes. CEO's orders. Assist since you're short-handed."
Not asking for bosses!
"Ignore rank, assign me tasks."
"Ah, th—!?!?!?"
Slurp.
Deepthroating now. Pent-up dick throbbed madly.
"Problem...?"
"N-no, none!"
"I see..."
She eyed me oddly. Salesman smile max.
Minji's tiny warm tongue everywhere—pure bliss, barely held.
"No extra work needed. I'll prep per plan. Changes or issues, just contact."
"Y-yes... got it..."
"Questions?"
"Nope none now. Later if needed."
Slurrrp, slurp...
Bliss overload—words rapped out.
"Really? I'd be curious why I'm suddenly attached."
"No no, CEO's orders must have reason!"
"Hmm... Alright, excuse me."
She left. Instantly, Minji ramped up.
Not just sucking—out, licked shaft like ice cream, then glans smooch-suck.
"Schlup, slurp, sluuuurp, ulp, schlup schlup..."
Sucking urethra, begging cum. Tongue like pussy walls.
"W-wait, gonna..."
"Hyahyu... cum..."
Spurt...!
Pent-up days, quick finish. Premature speed, but mouth-pussy too good—couldn't hold. Filled her mouth with seed.
Spuuurt... splurt, spuuurt...!
Like impregnating her throat. She jolted per shot.
"Ulp, ulp, ung, ulp... gulp."
Swallowed all.
"Haa, haaa... so thick... so gooood..."
Looked down—eyes glazed, drunk.
"Jus' a bit... more..."
Slurp, slurp...
Sucking post-nut dick, craving every drop.
"Minji, hold on."
"Schlup schlup... slurrrp..."
"Good girl? Stop for now."
Pulled back, petting.
"Ahh..."
"Calm down first."
"Jus' a little more..."
"Minji, that was close, yeah?"
Stroked cheek. Focus returned.
"Ah, th-that... y-yeah..."
Snapped out—couldn't scold.
Clung that hard, must be desperate.
"Back to practice. Grind."
"Y-yeah..."
Shooed her out lightly.
Before trouble, gotta force some time...