I Hired My Yeosachin as an Employee (1)

"Wha…."

Cha Yuna was struck dumb.

I understood. That was the natural reaction—if she'd come out of it acting like nothing was wrong, that would have been the strange part.

"Cleaning, tidying up, waiting on the performers—nothing but odd jobs like that. If you're interested, let me know later."

Her eyes quivered. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Little by little, I could see her steadying herself, and only then, face still scarlet, did Cha Yuna glance quickly around the room and lower her voice.

"I don't get it. Why would anyone pay ten million won a month for work that simple? And it's weekends only, at that."

"Security is everything here—that's why. I told you, didn't I? It's for the amusement of a tiny handful of VIPs."

"…."

"If you're interested, the job is yours."

After another long stretch of agonizing, Cha Yuna spoke in stammers.

"It's… not dangerous, is it? I mean, if it's a place where people do… that kind of thing…"

"Not at all. What, you think ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠an actress would try something on you? Or that I would?"

"Not you—other male employees might suddenly…"

I had been waiting for exactly that question. I'd held my tongue on purpose, refusing to raise it myself first.

"Ah, don't worry. There's no one at the studio but me and the actresses."

"…What?"

"Which means there's no one there who could even lay a finger on you in the first place."

"I… I see."

Cha Yuna, still dazed, startled so hard she looked ready to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠spring clean out of her seat.

"Hey—then don't tell me you're the one playing the male part?"

"Yep. That's me."

"You… you even do that?"

"They pay well. Twenty million a month."

Would it be better to swagger here, or to play it cool like it was nothing? I chose the latter.

"I'm planning to drag it out and milk it for all it's worth, for as long as I can. It's a job, so I do it."

"B-but aren't you embarrassed? Your face will be on camera, and if things ever go wrong later…"

"I wear an eye mask. My face never shows."

"Still, your voice…"

"That much I just have to live with. Besides, the clients pass things around among themselves—they're not the leaking kind. It's been running for years, and there's never once been an incident."

"…."

"Honestly, if they were that sort of people, they wouldn't be spending that kind of money in the first place."

I didn't press her toward a decision. That would only have backfired.

"Doing every little thing myself was getting tiresome and exhausting, so I was looking to hire one staffer—but you need someone you can actually trust for that."

"What kind of setup is it that you handle everything alone?"

"There's a separate owner, but I've never seen his face. I think that's part of what keeps us both safe."

"…."

"Anyway, it all takes place in a secure location, and I'm the only man there. Just so you know."

"Where is it?"

"Jamsil Tower Signature Residence. The studio's there."

Another ripple of confusion bloomed across Cha Yuna's face, quickly laced with relief. A famous ultra-luxury residence—of course that would set her at ease.

"Let's have another drink."

"Y-yeah…"

We didn't talk about "business" again after that. But I could feel it—Cha Yuna had all but crossed over already.

It's not like she'd be selling her body—just running errands from Friday evening to Sunday evening for ten million won a month. Who in their right mind turns that down?

It would start with her as staff. But in the end, she would become my exclusive porn actress—my on-camera partner. The resident actress of a studio whose male performer, director, and sole audience member were one and the same: me.

Cha Yuna.

A college girl with a lithe 168 cm frame, boasting large breasts and wide hips that flaunted her femininity to the hilt—cheat-tier physique and beauty.

A stunner who collected business cards from talent agencies as casually as breathing.

And my first love—the Yeosachin who had rejected my confession back in our third year of middle school.

The humiliating memory of that day, one I'd forced myself to bury, suddenly surfaced in vivid detail.

What shamed me wasn't the rejection itself—it was my own complacency back then, the smug belief that if I worked the "childhood friend" niche, my confession was bound to succeed.

Cha Yuna was ruthless on the subject of men. Whoever came close, she cut down with surgical precision, leaving not a sliver of an opening. As far as I knew, she'd never even flirted with anyone, and she drew an absolute line around dating.

Even after turning me down, Cha Yuna behaved exactly as she always had, and the two of us slipped back into being childhood friends as if nothing had happened.

"Cha Yuna, seriously, why don't you ever date? There are a shitload of good-looking guys throwing themselves at you."

"Dating does nothing but get in the way of studying."

Cha Yuna had dreamed of becoming a professor since she was little. She studied well enough, too, and she'd made it into a prestigious university.

"I'll grant that you're smart, but landing a professorship at a Seoul school is a long shot. You'll probably end up teaching at some regional university."

"Want to die? I will become a professor at my university. No matter what."

Beautiful, with a great body, brilliant, ambitious—and a pure, untouched virgin of a college girl on top of it all. You could call her bride material from the top 0.0001 percent.

A woman who, in any ordinary life, I could never have made mine.

The friend who, every time I pictured her pinned beneath some other man, panting under him, lit a jealousy in me so violent it nearly drove me insane.

The reason she was consuming my thoughts so completely today was precisely this…

The old me would have floored the accelerator right then and there.

But after making my way through a whole roster of beauties, I had since learned the art of letting things steep.

In body, in mind, and in my bank account—there was room to breathe now.

After hanging up, I pulled up the social media of a woman I'd scouted well in advance.

Saika Kanna.

Twenty-one years old—a junior in college, going by school years. A tall, slender beauty standing 177 cm with I-cup breasts.

And… currently the hottest rookie AV actress in all of Japan.

As bait for drawing Cha Yuna onto the stage I had built, there could be no finer lure.

Better still, she was already a full month into her stay in Korea.

I sent Saika Kanna a courteously worded DM in Japanese, run through an AI translator.

I added a line promising that if she agreed to a meeting, two million won would be paid upfront as travel expenses. You had to offer at least that much before anyone would even consider meeting a studio they'd never heard of.

A few hours later…

"Yes!"

I pumped my fist.

Now it was time to build the studio.

The studio setup was finished that same day.

There were companies that, for enough money, would handle everything in one go—lighting, cameras, computers, the works.

The world's crawling with internet broadcasters and streamers these days. What a convenient age to live in.

Pay the rush fee, and same-day installation was a go.

Dozens of cameras and lights went up in the filming room—the room where, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠before long, Cha Yuna and I would be fucking every day. A computer, a NAS server, and a full multi-monitor rig were installed at top spec, and the place genuinely looked the part of a professional broadcast studio.

"If you don't mind my asking, what sort of content calls for that many cameras in such a confined indoor space?"

"I'm thinking of trying my hand as a science Wetuber. To film experiments from all kinds of angles, you want plenty of cameras, don't you?"

"Ah, of course."

The installation crew could never have imagined what would actually be happening in this room going forward—that Cha Yuna and I would be fucking here, nonstop.

My first partner would be Saika Kanna, though.

With every preparation complete, I contacted Saika Kanna.

She didn't come alone. She arrived with a Japanese female manager she had hired privately. The manager, as it happened, could barely speak Korean, while Saika Kanna was perfectly fluent. Her love of Korea showed all over her.

Seeing her in person—her presence was no joke.

177 centimeters and an I-cup: a slender bombshell with massive breasts. Cha Yuna was busty and slender too, but judged on raw physique alone, this woman was in a league of her own. The height gap alone was nine centimeters.

"The studio is truly lovely. I understand the residences here are extraordinarily expensive."

"Thank you."

"The terms were to my liking, but I wanted to see the studio with my own eyes before making my final decision. I will do it."

"Let's do good work together."

We shook hands amicably, and only then did Saika Kanna open up about her personal circumstances.

"The truth is, my exclusive contract with my agency came to an end."

"From what I understood, you debuted only recently."

"They embezzled my earnings. It blew up into a huge scandal, and the agency disintegrated. So there is no contracting party left at all, you see."

So that was why she'd been recuperating in Korea for over a month.

"Major companies here and there keep telling me they'll treat me wonderfully if I come, but after being burned once, I found I couldn't trust it, so I was trying to steady my mind. And right at that moment, you offered me such a good job. Thank you."

I set the terms: thirty percent deposited immediately before filming began, seventy percent wired the moment it ended. It was the obvious move for winning trust—and as it happened, it made my offer the perfect side job for a woman who'd just been swindled and was still seething over it.

"So, what sort of man is my first scene partner?"

"Me."

"…Ah. I see."

"From here on, I'll be your only partner. No man besides me ever sets foot in this studio."

"Is that so? I like that."

A soft smile settled at the corners of Saika Kanna's mouth. Nothing like the sociable business smile she'd worn through the entire meeting—a look of genuine, unguarded delight.

I had agreed to pay Saika Kanna ten million won per day of filming.

Cha Yuna was over the moon at the prospect of ten million a month for easy errands, three days a week. I wondered what her reaction would be when she eventually found out about this.

She'll be wearing an eye mask, and it's a job where I'm the only man involved. Watching it all from right beside me, day after day—there's no way she doesn't start to waver.