Chapter 247
Since we haven't done anything shady, it looks like Yuna noona's position as company president is officially set. From a distance, she has this cool, level-headed vibe that'd be perfect for all sorts of external dealings. And thinking back to our Astasia days, her ability to see the big picture is overwhelmingly sharp. But up close, chatting with Yuna noona feels totally different—like the warning on a car side mirror: Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.
"So, President, uh... how much are we getting paid?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna work you all for minimum wage."
Maybe because no one objected to her line about how an older person should take the role, our Astra Games president was straight-up gearing up for labor exploitation. I couldn't be prouder.
"...Unnie, honestly, no one thinks you're 27. They'd totally buy it if you said you were my age."
And our star illustrator number one kicked off the flattery without missing a beat, her face unchanging. With her stunning looks, flawless skin, and overall vibe, she really didn't seem a day over—Yoo Seol-ah was spot on. But pulling that out now, with that cutesy tone? Humans are just so sly.
Yuna noona snorted lightly, clearly seeing through the obvious suck-up, and looked at Yoo Seol-ah.
"Seol-ah gets a 500% raise."
"...No, I wasn't aiming for that at all... but yeah, a raise would be nice."
Yoo Seol-ah casually wrangled a raise no one's ever heard of in one sentence. Even if she's our company's most vital asset, it really hit home how crucial connections are.
"This is hilarious."
Roha let out a low murmur mixing surprise and amusement, and since Yoo Seol-ah pretended not to hear, I jumped in.
"...She does this a lot. Especially her."
"Yeah, that's why. And you can drop the formal speech with me too. Everyone calls me Roha."
Tsuki hyung called her that too, like her surname was Lee or something. Probably Yoo Seol-ah started it, thinking the same as me. Anyway, her straight-up salary pandering? Wasn't her pride taking a hit?
"I thought you were a high schooler when I first saw you, noona."
"...Hey, Sion, isn't that going too far?"
Yuna noona went dead serious this time, but after popping some raw tuna in her mouth and pondering, she dropped her verdict.
"Sion gets 300%."
High schooler? That's like ten years off her real age. I felt Roha noona's slightly stunned gaze from up front, but our club never had a cool type before, so it felt refreshingly new.
Having scored big in our company pretend-play, Yoo Seol-ah tossed out a more legit question.
"But are we really getting salaries and stuff?"
"Just say the word, and I'll pay whatever you want."
Yuna noona's expression softened a bit as she replied, and Lee Seo-yeon and Doyun hyung chimed in from afar.
"No need to worry. We're not slapping deadlines on you just because of salaries."
"Even if we paid you properly, Seol-ah, a billion won might not cut it for one person."
"...I-I'm not that amazing..."
Her shy grin was pretty cute. But really, she handles the workload of dozens solo. Still, she wouldn't slack without pay. And she'd already scored a jaw-dropping luxury apartment from our club's sugar mama, Lee Seo-yeon. She might even work for free.
"Game companies are basically all labor costs anyway. We planned to outsource with our base funds too."
Most of us here are financially free from our main gigs anyway, so this stress-free company life is one-of-a-kind. Yuna noona jumping at president must be because it's not a bloodbath role.
"Oh, right. We decided to make a company account."
Roha noona suddenly pulled out her phone, tapped it, and showed it around.
Yoo Seol-ah reacted first, rubbing her eyes like she doubted herself—but nope, it was real.
"...Why's the view count like this?"
"Hm, probably 'cause you're so famous lately?"
I pulled up the likes app, checked Yoo Seol-ah's account, and her recent post was in the millions. Even including one total hermit, the shockwave of the industry's top two actually meeting must be huge. SPICA's account spilling that Yoo Seol-ah was a beauty first probably amplified it.
"So yeah, we'll rack up tens of thousands of followers quick once we start."
For a startup game company where promo's key, starting with that many followers is gold.
"Yuna unnie can manage it too."
"Huh?"
Yuna noona seemed more thrown by that than the president gig. ...Well, yeah, experience-wise, she's perfect for online stuff. Yoo Seol-ah got it too.
"You read the room so well, unnie. Total fit."
Community life demands crowd-reading skills.
"Plus, official account means events drop illustrations first there."
For Yuna noona, who loves posting cute girl memes on communities, it'd be ideal. She pondered briefly, then caved at the illustration mention.
"...Fine. I'll make it?"
"Yeah. Oh, profile pic's obviously you... I mean, Ruwen."
"...So, speech style too...?"
"You get it. Make it feel like actual Ruwen's account—old-timey speech and all."
Knowing it's literally Ruwen's account? Hilarious for insiders. A mysterious, casual-speaking astrologer. She sees it as black history now, but who knew she'd have to roleplay her own past self? Like a kid's self-insert account...
"...Can't someone else manage it...?"
"Done deal! Oh, one more thing I wanna order?"
"Yeah. Order whatever."
"......"
Astra Games' president got smoothly ignored.
"...It was so good, I wanna come back."
"We can after midterms."
After stuffing ourselves silly, we crashed back in the hotel room. Yoo Seol-ah flopped face-down on the bed. I know lying down right after eating's bad, but her body defies human norms, so I let it slide and kept chatting.
"...So what about that?"
I pointed at the flesh-colored lump on the sofa. Yoo Seol-ah peeked up, then stammered in mild panic.
"...Box it up and take it home."
"......"
"I told you, no jealousy over toys. Haven't done anything with it, so it's fine for emergencies."
She'd stuck to the no-toy-jealousy line all along. After her bath, she'd cleaned and dried it herself, so yeah, not a one-use deal. Pricey too.
"...Sure?"
But that last bit nagged. She's smart, but weak at mind games. "Emergencies" is whatever, but why stress she hadn't done anything unprompted? Sketchy.
"Yeah. Box is there; I'll pack it later."
I didn't know what she'd done, but her vibe screamed don't touch the onahole, so I approached the sofa.
"...W-what're you doing?"
I raised my hand silently, figuring nothing to lose, and smacked the onahole's jiggly ass hard.
"Hyaaah!?"
...Latest onaholes come with sound effects now? I stared wordlessly at Yoo Seol-ah. Her ears turned beet red; she couldn't handle the shame and yanked the blanket over her head.
"Didn't do anything to it, huh."
"......"
Sensory link from last doll use, confirmed. She'd know the instant I used it—and get off on being treated like an object, her kink. How hooked was she to rig this right after? If I'd used it secretly, she'd have exploded with jealousy... while plenty satisfied herself. Chasing two rabbits with one scheme. Why does her genius brain excel at this?
"Hey, succubus."
"...Uuugh..."
No emerging from the blanket, so I spoke again.
"Won't come out? I might do something."
With the linked onahole right there, hiding wouldn't save her. Finally, she crawled out slowly, face still flushed, avoiding my eyes.
"...Sorry. But don't call me succubus..."
"......"
Acting like this, but no succubus label? Words and actions don't match.