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Seongah, who had been marinated in the master's cock at the drug factory, rose trembling. She climbed down from the bed and assumed the doe pose before the master, opening her mouth.
"From now on, I, Jeong Seongah, swear to serve only you, Master...♥ I'm your slave, your sow, your cum dump...♥"
"Hmm. Not bad."
The master said that, then ground out his cigarette on Seongah's ass. Her buttocks quivered as drool poured from her mouth onto the floor.
"Hii..♥ Hngh♥"
-CRUNCH!
"Haah!"
The master didn't stop there. He stomped on Seongah's head and pressed down hard. In response, she leaked pussy juices everywhere, her body shaking uncontrollably. Finally, he lifted his foot, a satisfied smile on his face.
"I'd say this passes. You're my slave now."
"Haa...♥ Y-yes, yesss...♥"
Their fifth encounter ended with Seongah's complete fall. In the sixth, she sobbed and begged the master to let her go back to her old self, but as soon as he shoved his cock in, she flipped, pleading for him to conquer her forever. By the seventh, she seemed depressed, but by the eighth, she was fully his, mirroring the early Hayoung Lee. Around then, the master started giving her orders one by one.
"Snag a sponsor. To climb to the top, you need to seduce men with power."
"Yes♥ Master...♥"
Seongah faithfully carried out the master's commands. As a result, she secured a chaebol chairman she'd met at a golf outing as her sugar daddy. It was the fruit of systematic seduction under the master's crash course.
"So that's how it went down, more or less."
I nodded after watching the video of Seongah's corruption. Right now, she was building her foundation by seducing multiple men beyond just the chairman, having debuted successfully and riding high.
I pulled out my smartphone, launched the browser, and searched for her stage name, Aria.
-Rookie Girl Group Ain Takes Korea by Storm Right After Debut! The Next Big Thing?
-Trendsetting Girl Group Ain Dominates Music Charts in Just Two Weeks.
-Monster Rookies Ain Claim #1 on Music Live! Birth of Super Newbies
-Ain's 'Aria' Shocks with Unreal Visuals! Following Baek Hayoon's Legacy as 'Insanely Beautiful'
-Ain's Member 'Aria': Actress-Level Looks Spark Daily Buzz. Next LTN 'Goddess'
-'Aria' Perfects Not Just Looks But Talent Too. This Is Center Prestige.
-#1 Idol Hotness Ranking, 'Aria'. Pro-Level Guitar and Live Skills Fuel Endless Talk.
The portals were flooded with articles on Aria. News sites were blowing up, and community reactions were explosive. Mostly under the theme of "visuals that crush even actresses," with hundreds or thousands of mentions. Backed by her track record as the top quarterly eval trainee at a major agency, Aria's vocals and beauty synergized, churning out fans left and right.
"The master's got good taste."
Aria—Jeong Seongah—had massive influence. She was active across media, broadcast variety shows, and even YouTube, stacking recognition. Some grumbled that she overshadowed the other members, but her unmatched skills and looks buried that noise quick. Aria was the trend of trends.
Nngh~♥ Chairman~♥
But the public had no clue. Their pure goddess Aria, naked and shaking her ass in front of some old geezer.
Twisted by the master, Seongah would stop at nothing to climb. His relentless indoctrination had warped her mindset.
"Come here, Ria~ Suck my cock."
Hngh~ You're so mean♥ It's rock hard already♥
An old man lying in bed, dick standing tall. Seongah crawling toward the ugly bastard. I killed the video with the remote and lit a recent habit—a cigarette—exhaling a long plume.
Watching Seongah tread Baek Hayoon's path left me conflicted.
Reclaiming her won't be easy.
To get Sina Lee and Seongah back, my plan was to trade with the master. Turn a woman valuable enough to tempt him, then swap for the relatively lesser Sina and Seongah.
But Seongah's value soared daily. Left unchecked, she'd devour not just idols but all entertainment.
I have to stop her.
If she followed Baek Hayoon's path, retrieval would be near impossible. The higher she climbed, the wider her reach—and she might become the master's right-hand.
That couldn't happen.
But how.
No clear path. The master was all-in on her now; no openings.
.....
All I could do was build my own base. Was there a way?
..... I need money.
Money. Everything revolved around it. The master's underworld grip came from ledgers choking the rich with corruption, plus monopoly on drug routes. Training profitable women bolstered his power too.
Baek Hayoon handles media, Park Jong-pil the drugs. So I...
The master had two top lieutenants: Baek Hayoon locking down entertainment, Park Jong-pil on drugs and distribution. They ran independent crews but fed him intel and tribute. Seemingly autonomous, but tethered tight. Their loyalty was ironclad.
My spot was fuzzy. Seongah was Hayoon's heir, and Park's successor was already set, far as I knew.
This way, I'd peak as mere "trainer" or "stud," saddled with beauties like Lee Heeyeon and Park Harin—pretty but useless. A half-baked heir.
Can't stay like this.
Had to move more. Fuck women with purpose. Claim one of the master's ventures to build my crew.
-Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
I strode fast to the main house, climbed to the second-floor office, and knocked.
"It's Sungmin."
"Come in."
I straightened my clothes, steadied my breath, and entered. The master sat in the antique office, impeccable in his suit. I approached, knelt, and bowed.
"Master. I want to learn the business."
Learning the business from the master. I figured it'd be tough. I hadn't even nailed his assignment—"claim four women"—perfectly, so I expected rejection.
But he accepted readily. Even muttered, "You're ready for a gig," and led me himself.
Now I rode with him in his car to tour. First stop: the drug factory run by his right-hand, Park Jong-pil.
"Jong-pil."
"Master, you've arrived."
Baek Hayoon's ex, Park Jong-pil. No idea why, but he'd become the master's top dog. Trusted with the crown jewel: drug production and supply.
"This is the guy I mentioned raising. He wants to tour your factory—show him around."
"Yes, sir. Follow me."
I trailed Park Jong-pil. The master headed to the lounge while I toured.
First impression: clean. Not the dingy drug den I imagined—systematic, hygienic.
"Security is lifeblood here. Can't reek of suspicion."
Park caught my thought and explained. I nodded, asked everything on my mind; he answered patiently.
"Yes, some workers are civilians. They'd never dream it's drugs."
"No leak risk?"
"Just basic prep. Short shifts too. Mostly college kids on break or fresh high school grads."
I nodded along. Deeper in, security ramped up, access strict. Civvies handling raw materials wouldn't suspect a thing—just assume normal goods.
"All our ops link tight. Check this out."
I followed to the "break room." The door swung open—and I froze.
Hngh♥ Nngh♥ Haah♥ Haup♥
Moans echoed through the vast lounge. About twenty mixed guys and girls fucking everywhere. Men looked okay; women were wrecked. Needle marks on their arms explained it.
"This makes the product. Hook 'em on drugs and sex, turn 'em into whores."
".....Impressive. Ex-factory workers?"
"Haha. Sharp eye."
As expected. No random risks—they lured young talent under hiring guise, ruined the pretty girls for the trade.
Hmm. So the guys become trainers?
"Spot on."
Not just women. Hot studs got pulled in, trained as handlers. Young guys tasting cash, drugs, pussy? Easy marks.
"The master's lounge gets the prime girls, then."
"Haha. Yep. He fixes defects sometimes."
"Defects?"
"See that girl in the corner?"
I followed his finger. A beauty screaming, rejecting her trainer.
"Prime stock. Best looker here."
"Right. But service mindset rules the trade. No attitude like that sells."
"Got it. Mind if I fix her?"
"Ho. Go wild—show your stuff."
She gave off early Hayoung vibes. I licked my lips and approached the merchandise.