Became the Faceless CEO of an Entertainment Company - 3

Not a pervert?

What a load of nonsense.

Doing it in a children's park is perverted by definition.

Even I hadn't thought of that one.

But if I was listening to that and still going through with it—did that make me a pervert too?

"Nngh..!! D-don't take my clothes off..!"

"Got it."

"Hey!!"

"Quiet."

"Mmph..!!"

This was already the third time. But there was no method more convenient—or more effective—than this.

I pulled her T-shirt up and sucked on the breasts that spilled free. Then, suddenly, I realized something felt empty.

"You're a real pervert, you know that?"

"W-what are you talking about..! Nngh..!"

"You came out like this. Like a pervert."

"At home it's just.. uncomfortable... so I wasn't wearing any... Hnnngh!!"

I flicked her hardened nipples with my fingertips, tormenting them. I'd only pulled up her T-shirt, and yet this was possible—because Lee Naye wasn't wearing a bra at all.

The evening air outside was still on the chilly side, so she'd thrown on a cardigan, but still—going outside with no bra?

Lee Naye was definitely a pervert.

"Haaangh..!!!"

"Slurp.. suck..!"

I sucked on Naye's breasts and nipples while stroking her slender waist and the smooth line of her side. Then I poked lightly at her navel and slid my hand lower, slipping easily past the waistband of her sweatpants into that secret place.

"At least you're wearing panties."

"D-don't say the obvious..! You perv—haahk..!!"

The moment my fingers touched her pussy, Naye's chin tilted up. I took advantage of the smooth neck that was now exposed, kissing along it, trailing up under her jaw and to the tip of her chin.

"Haa.. haa.. mmngh..."

Naye stared at my face—close enough that our noses touched—with unfocused eyes, then twisted her head on her own and pressed her mouth to mine. When I parted my lips and offered the tip of my tongue, she swallowed it greedily. But she pulled away just as quickly.

"W-what are you doing..."

"What?"

"Why... is it only me..."

"What are you talking about."

"Mmph!! Mmngh..! Mmm..."

This time I was the one devouring Naye's lips and tongue. She locked her arms ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠around my neck and pressed her body flush against mine; her lips slipped from my tongue, past my cheek, and arrived at my ear.

"Hnnngh..! Nngh..! Hah..!!"

I breathed hot air against her, slid my tongue into the hollow of her ear, and sucked on her small earlobe. Of course, the hand at her pussy was already buried deep, scraping along her walls.

This was exactly why a man needed to keep his nails trimmed.

"Haaah..!!!!"

"If you make that much noise, we're really going to get caught."

"Th-that's why.. nngh!! S-stop teasing and just... finish already... haaang!!"

As if she couldn't take any more, she tried to pull her hips back and escape my hand. But I matched the movement, driving my hand deeper between her thighs and chasing after her, scraping at her pussy—or more accurately, rubbing hard with my fingertips.

But seriously, what was with her today?!

"Wow~ long time no see~~"

"Yeah, right?"

At the sound of unfamiliar voices, we hurriedly hid behind a tree. There was a wall behind us tall enough to hide even me, so we could breathe a little easier—but of all places, this was right next to a bench people could sit on, and the voices were getting closer.

"L-let go of this..!!"

"Stay still. Unless you want to get caught."

"That's why this—mmph..!!!!"

Naye had been about to pull her T-shirt back down when two fingers drove even deeper; her body arched like a bow. I didn't stop. I sucked at the nape of her neck and her breasts, and with my fingers I stimulated her even deeper places—while both my ears stayed locked on the strangers' voices.

"Remember?"

"Remember what?"

"How you first confessed to me right here."

"And you rejected me."

"But we're married now, aren't we~"

"Ugh..! Just thinking about all the booze I drank alone after you dumped me still pisses me off..! Why the hell did you reject me?"

"Hmm... because back then you were kind of a loser?"

"What? A loser?!"

"Pfft~ I'm kidding. You just looked really country back then. Your hair was all shaggy—you walked around looking like some shut-in hermit."

"Ah, well... I can't exactly deny that..."

"Do you have any idea how scared I was? Why meet in a place like this? What if he was planning something weird? I must have debated whether to come hundreds of times~"

"Then how about we try that 'something weird' I was only thinking about back then?"

"What...?"

"There's nobody around~ And I feel like we could use a little new stimulation these days."

"A-are you crazy?! Don't you dare touch me! Or else I'll really..!"

"Really what?"

"Really..!! Make you sleep on the couch for a week."

Smart woman. Words like "let's break up" or "divorce" were things you shouldn't toss around even as a joke. Using them lightly meant the relationship itself was light.

"The couch is a no-go~ I can't sleep without you."

"Tch.. smooth talker..."

"But don't you think other people do it here all the time?"

"Are you insane?! What kind of lunatics would do it here! Who knows who might show up!"

We're doing it right now, though?

"Nngh..!"

"Hm??"

At the soft nasal sound that slipped out, Naye clamped both hands over her mouth and shook her head at me. She'd been heard—stop and run, that was what she meant. But I wasn't about to end it here.

I peeked just my left eye past the tree and checked on the couple who looked newlywed.

"Honey, did you hear something just now? I'm sure it came from over th—kyaah!! Y-you scared me!"

"B-babe!"

"What?!"

"You're just so pretty today..."

"Out of nowhere... mmph..."

The husband grabbed his wife just as she was about to look our way and suddenly kissed her. Then he opened the eyes he'd closed—and met mine.

"......"

"......"

Neither of us said a word. Me, doing it right here; him, wanting to do it right here. Two males simply understood each other.

Snap!

He raised a thumbs-up behind his wife's back. Taking that encouragement, I tucked my head back behind the tree.

"No... this is really not..."

I pulled her pants and panties down to her thighs. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠caught the insides of Naye's knees as she shook her head and lifted them slightly.

Schlick—

"Mmph..!!"

A flood. The juices pouring out coated my cock even thicker and wetter than the spit Eunsol had left behind. Behind this tree, strangers were sitting. Beyond the wall at our backs came the sound of cars, footsteps, and voices. Either way, they were only a few steps away. It felt like having sex surrounded by people.

"Nnnngh..!! Hnngh!! Hngh!! Nnngh..!!"

I sucked on Naye's breasts—goosebumps rising across her skin—and drove my hips up hard. Wet, squelching sounds filled the air. By now not just the husband but the wife would have noticed too. But I was starting to think I really was a pervert. This situation only turned me on more. Which was probably why, even though I'd already come once before we came out here, I was already close again.

"Not today..! Inside is really not okay today..! Nngh..!!"

If Naye said no, it was probably a genuinely dangerous day. But I didn't want to come outside either. Which left only one place.

"Open your mouth."

"....Mmph!!"

I gripped her shoulders, pushed her down, and shoved my fully swollen cock into Naye's mouth. Then I grabbed her head and rocked it back and forth.

"Ugh..! Uurk..! Ugh..!"

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Overwhelmed, Naye slapped at my thighs with her palms. Unnecessary. I was about to come.

Gush!! Gush!! Gush!! Gush!!

"Mmph..!!!"

Startled by the semen flooding her mouth, Naye tried to pull her head back. I didn't let her. A pervert who'd done outdoor play on the second round and bondage on the first—of course she'd like something this forceful.

Gulp—

She swallowed my cum loud enough to hear. But not all of it. Most of it she spat out onto the ground, then yanked her pants back up and her T-shirt back down at light speed. She shot me one glare, then pulled the cardigan she was wearing up over her head like a criminal being hauled away.

Tadadadadat!!!

Unlike Naye, who fled in an instant, I stepped out from behind the tree as if nothing had happened.

"......"

"......"

I locked eyes with the startled wife, then with the husband who'd given me that thumbs-up. I gave a slight nod to the husband who'd cheered me on.

Swoosh—

In answer to my greeting, he raised a thumb again—this time in front of his stomach. I'd come out calmly enough, but my footsteps quickened whether I liked it or not. And the conversation drifting from behind me was pure gold.

"I'm sleeping on the couch for a week."

"What..?"

"I can't take it anymore!!"

"W-wait a second..! You pervert... hnnngh..!!"

Hope you have a good time. And for the record, speaking as a senior in the field—outdoor play is seriously incredible.

But had she really gone off alone?

"You...!"

The moment I started looking around, Naye emerged like a ghost from behind a car parked by the roadside. Then she windmilled both arms and started hammering on my back.

"You perverted bastard!!!!"

"Aaagh!! You liked it too!!"

"Die!!!!!"

I got beaten all the way home, but it had been worth every second. I was going to sleep very, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠very well tonight.

The funds I could currently put to use came to roughly 350 billion won. Even with that much money, it still wasn't enough. But I couldn't stop the businesses already in motion. Once the singularity of the coming pandemic passed, there would be no room left to squeeze in among the dinosaur-sized corporations that would have grown by then.

"Your iced Americano is ready."

"Thank you."

I took the coffee I'd ordered at the café and walked down the Gangnam boulevard lined with towering buildings. In my ears were the Apple Pods released in 2016. That company was a global giant too—but I'd never bought a single share. As a regressor, it simply had no investment value.

Even if I'd bought the stock in 2013, the total rise through its peak around 2021 would have been a mere thousand percent or so. When there were stocks that jumped hundreds of percent in a year, half a year, even a few months, that kind of return was far too low to bother with. Tesla, by comparison, was around three thousand percent—and Acroft was at least six thousand percent or more. Of course, Acroft was a Korean stock I'd intervened in heavily, so the variables could be large; my investment there was less than fifteen percent of what I'd put into Tesla.

"Seventy billion."

"Eighty billion."

No answer. They had firmer spines than I'd expected.

Slurp—

I drew in a mouthful of cold coffee. My head felt clearer. Right—right now, time mattered more than money.

"A hundred billion."

"Any more than that will be difficult."

Done.

It wasn't a mega-scale production house under a major conglomerate, but it was a solid one. In 2016 they had produced a drama about communicating with the past via radio; in the coming year of 2019 they would unveil a Joseon-era zombie series. Filming had already begun in October 2017 with Metflix's backing. And in 2022 they would even produce that bizarre lawyer show. I'd just acquired a production company with real talent.

"Before that, attend the OTT company meeting first. I'd like to receive both acquisition agreements together."

I was running the negotiations through a lawyer from Hanul as my proxy. Not Choi Myeonghun, of course. Someone of a suitable age, well-regarded as an attorney, was moving on my behalf. A kind of very expensive avatar, you could say.

"Then start the negotiation. Begin at one hundred billion here."

Building a brand-new OTT platform from scratch would actually have been far cheaper. But production timelines, an existing customer base, contracts already signed—the hassles weren't one or two, and they would eat up a lot of time. So even if big money went out the door, I had to choose the path that bought time. There were only about nineteen months left.

Bzzzt!! Bzzzt!!

In the middle of the negotiation, another phone rang. I was carrying three phones now. One for daily life, one for work, and one for contacting Yun Jiyeon, who came to work at the Seongbuk-dong house. The one ringing was the daily-use phone—and the caller was President Won Chaeyoung.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Put him on."

I was about to speak with the person absolutely essential to the success of both the production company I'd just acquired and the OTT company I was currently negotiating to buy.

"It's an honor to speak with you, Director Hwang Jeongsu."

"Rather than knowing you personally, I happened to come across a synopsis you wrote by chance."

"Godeungeo Game. Do that one with us."