A Small Media Kingdom - 1
It felt like I'd been used somehow.
This was the first time I'd ever felt this way after sex.
"It wasn't bad, exactly..."
The clock rewound three days.
"Haah...!!!"
Her body, already rigid under the hands slipping inside her clothes, arched like a bow. She had looked so thin, yet the flesh that filled my palms had a surprising softness—probably from never exercising a day in her life. Not bad. Actually, good. I kneaded that pliant flesh and slid my hands up along her sides.
"Eut...!"
When I cupped her breasts through the bra, a lewd little moan slipped free. My lips sealed over the mouth making those sounds, and my tongue invaded, ravaging hers.
"Jjuup...! Chup... jjuup..."
Jeong Hana shoved my tongue back, grabbed my face with both hands, and sucked on my lips like she meant to devour them. We had to break apart for a moment, though—her T-shirt needed to come off.
Whoosh—
The shirt sailed lightly to the floor. The second it left her body she seized my face again and went right back to sucking on my mouth. While she was busy, my hands unhooked her bra, slid the straps off her shoulders, and let the whole thing slip free past her fingertips.
"Aaa...!"
"Why are you so obsessed with kissing?"
I dodged the hands reaching for my face and asked. Her answer was pure originality.
"This is the kiss I've only imagined for twenty-two years...! So... I'm collecting every single kiss I missed, right now! Uuup...!"
She yanked my face down again, sucked hard on my lips, and this time willingly pushed her own tongue into my mouth. Fine. I'd leave the upper half to Jeong Hana and focus on my own work. Both hands seized her breasts and pinched the nipples.
"Aaa...!!"
Her chin tilted up; our lips parted and brushed past the tip of my nose. I latched onto the side of her neck and sucked while my right hand slid lower. Her lower belly was a little thicker than the rest of her—looked smooth enough, but it hid the same soft flesh as her sides.
"You don't work out, do you?"
"No time... heuut...! for that... aeut!!"
Still twisting her nipples between my fingers, I drew a sharper cry from her. She threw her arms around my neck and started licking my ear.
"Where'd you learn that?"
"I-I don't know...! Just... haeuut!!!"
Her body arched like a bow again, but her hips pressed hard down into the mattress. My hand had already slipped inside her loose training pants and found the pussy hidden under her panties.
"Aaa...! Aeuu...!!"
Every time my fingers slid up and down between her folds, her hips trembled. For all that violent reaction, though, she was barely wet at all. I pushed a finger into the entrance that was at least a little damp—
Kkuuuk—
—but even inside, the walls clamped down hard and there was almost no moisture. Maybe her erogenous zones were somewhere else. I kissed her again, working my mouth over her nose, eyes, forehead, ears, neck, shoulders, collarbones, and breasts while the finger buried in her pussy tested for a response. She grew a little wetter, but nothing dramatic. Neither the amount of slick nor the pressure around my finger changed much.
"C-can I ask one favor...?"
"What favor?"
"That is... tell me..."
"Tell you what?"
"I-I... I..."
"I love you."
"Eut...!!"
The moment I whispered it against the ear that hadn't reacted much even to licking, Jeong Hana twisted her face away with a completely different reaction. The thighs that had been squeezing my hand clamped tighter, and the pressure around the finger inside her pussy spiked.
"I love you, Hana."
"Haeut...!! Th-that's enough...! I'm the older one..."
"I love you."
"Haaaang!!!"
A single simple word made her thrash. I drove the finger deeper into the pussy that was already gripping me. Her hips bucked hard enough to lift off the bed. Keeping that depth, I crooked the finger like a hook and gently scraped the spot people call the G-spot. No matter how carefully you keep your nails, you never use the nail side—only the fingertip with the fingerprint.
"Haeuuuung...!!!! S-stop...! Stop now...!!"
"We're just getting started."
"B-but...! haeuk!!! Uup...! Uuup..."
I covered the thrashing girl's lips with mine and quieted her. The fingertip still scraping her walls never stopped, and the fingers pinching her nipple kept rubbing and teasing. How long did that last?
"Puhat...! I-I can't!! Any more... no...!!! Haaaaaaaaaa...!!!!!"
"Huff... huff..."
Jeong Hana tore free of the kiss on her own and reacted violently. I slowly looked her over from face to toes. The crown of her head pressed into the mattress because her chin was thrown so high. Her back and waist had risen high enough for a leg to slip under. Her hips floated just off the bed, thighs pressed tightly together. Knees pointed at the ceiling, calves hanging down. Tiny feet balanced on tiptoe, only the big toes touching the sheets. And finally, a pussy wet enough that I could finally push inside.
Jjigeoeok—
"Euuu...!!"
I pulled the deeply buried finger free, added the hand that had been tormenting her nipple, and stripped off her training pants and panties in one go. Everything hanging on my own body followed. I looked down at Jeong Hana sprawled naked on the bed.
"You're beautiful."
"Haeut...! You can't say that right now...!! Eut...!"
Still half-lost in the aftershocks of the climax she'd just ridden, she twisted her body in tiny movements. I pried open those glued-together thighs and settled between her legs. I was already ready.
Kkuuuk—
Jjigeoeoeok—
I pressed the fully erect cock against her, parting the folds and sliding toward the entrance.
Jjigeok—
"Auk!!"
Just the head pushing in a little and she made a sound of pure pain. Same reaction as Eunsol or Naye—so this really was her first time.
"How is it? Feel that tingle?"
"N-not yet...! It just... hurts...! Is it all the way in...? Uk...!"
"Only the head so far."
"......"
She stared up at my face with wide, startled eyes. I leaned down, bringing my face closer until only a handspan remained between us.
"I love you, Hana."
"That's cheating...! Uup... uuung... euueup...!!! Eueup...!!!!"
While we kissed, Jeong Hana poured muffled screams into my mouth. Below, my cock was steadily advancing deeper.
Jjigeoeoeok...!!!
I couldn't stop. Her nails raked down my back and dug under my armpits hard enough to hurt, but she was probably feeling something similar. So I kept going. I wanted to finish this pain quickly and let her taste that fifth tingling sensation.
Ssuuk!!!!
"Aaaaaaaak...!!!!"
"It's over now. All the way in."
"Aaa...! Aa...! Heuk...! Eueut...!!"
The deflowering was done. Now I could give her a short rest.
"Uung... ung... uung..."
Jeong Hana rested while we kissed, and my hands gently cupped her face, wiping away the tears that had spilled down both sides. Then I laid the back of her head fully onto the bed and broke the kiss.
"Aaa..."
"Kisses later."
"Uk...!"
I looked down at her sitting upright, regret and pain mixed on her face. Gripping the soft waist that squished under my hands, I slowly pulled my cock free.
Jjigeoeok—
I could feel the flesh clinging and trying to follow it out. Her pain was visible. She bit her lower lip hard, turned her face into the mattress, and clenched the sheets in both fists. Her toes were clenched in the sheets too. The cock that came free was streaked with bright red blood. Savoring the satisfaction of claiming the third virgin of my life, I pushed my hips forward again.
Jjigeok—
It went in smoother than expected. Whether it felt that way to Jeong Hana was another story.
"Auk...!! Uk...! Euuuueut...!!!"
Just one thrust and the aftershocks lasted forever. But the back-and-forth that started next was very short.
Jjigeok- jjigeok- jjigeok- jjigeok- jjigeok- jjigeok-
The mattress wasn't great; the rocking felt cheap. Compared to that, the inside of Jeong Hana's pussy was perfect. Carving a brand-new path with my cock through a place no one else had ever touched, leaving my mark—that mental pleasure was the greatest part of sex with a virgin.
"Haeut...! Heung...!! Eung...! Aeng...!!!"
The sounds had changed a lot. Pleasure was mixing in more than pain now.
Jjigeok! Jjigeok! Jjigeok! Jjigeok!
I thrust harder and deeper. Her reactions shifted again.
"Aang!! Ang!! Haang!! Eugeugeuk...!!! Haang...!!"
Both hands covering her face, she twisted her body every which way and locked her legs tight around my waist. I couldn't hold out any longer. Enduring any more of this virgin's pressure was absolutely impossible. So I decided to go for broke.
Hwaak!!
I yanked the hands covering her face away, laced my fingers through hers, and pinned them to the mattress beside her head.
"D-don't look...! Don't look...!! Aheuk...!!!"
She didn't want me seeing the face contorted by pleasure. But I hadn't pulled her hands away just to look at her face.
"I love you... I love you, Jeong Hana...!"
"No...! If you confess like that again...! Haaaang!!! Hiyang...!! Euuuung...!!!"
No matter how she tried to turn away, she couldn't escape the face looking down at her. Suddenly her pussy sucked my cock in hard—no, took it even deeper. I'd figured neither of us had the length for it to bottom out completely, but—
Cheok!!!
The cock that had refused to go any farther slammed in to the root, the head punching hard against the wall.
"Haaaang!!!"
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
"Haeng! Aang!! Haang!! Aheung!!!"
Now only my rough breathing, Jeong Hana's endless cries, and the wet slap of flesh filled the small room.
"I can't either...!! Uk...!!"
"Haang!! Haang!! Haaaang!"
"Euuuuk!!!!"
Cheok! Cheok! Cheok! Cheok! Cheok!
In a final frenzy I slammed my hips, burying the cock to the hilt and battering the blocked wall with the head. And I succeeded.
"Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!!!!!!!!!"
"Euuuuk...!!!"
With the scream that burst out, Jeong Hana's pussy clamped down with crushing force, as if it meant to milk me dry. I answered by clenching my teeth and exploding the orgasm I'd been holding back.
Ulkeok!!! Ulkeok!!! Ulkeok!!! Ulkeok!!! Ulkeok!!!
The cum pouring out filled the womb and pussy that had accepted a man for the first time. There was so much it forced its way out through the tight seal and ran down her ass onto the sheets.
"Huuuff...! Huuuff...! Huuuff...! Did you feel it?"
"I... felt... it... The fifth... tingle... haaaaaaa...!! Haaaaa..."
Breathing in tiny shudders, Jeong Hana suckled on my lips the way a baby falls asleep at the breast, and drifted off.
It had definitely been good. We'd both enjoyed ourselves perfectly. And even though she still came to the workroom every day because the script wasn't finished, Jeong Hana barely paid me any attention. Now that she knew that tingling feeling, it was as if she had no further interest in me.
"Maybe that's actually for the best?"
I already had Eunsol and Naye. Yun Jiyeon too. Adding Jeong Hana—Jeong Suyeon's cousin, no less—would be extremely dangerous. She and the others would never be able to understand and accept each other the way Eunsol and Naye did. So maybe this clean, detached relationship was better for both of us.
"What is?"
"Huh?"
"You just said maybe that's for the best."
"Ah... talking to myself."
"You still haven't fixed that habit."
"Guess not. How far had I gotten?"
I asked Won Chaeyoung, the president sitting across from me. She set down her coffee cup, lifted her slightly lowered gaze, and looked straight at me.
"Up to the part where you're thinking of creating a news division."
A news division. Simply put, a department where journalists, anchors, producers, editors—media people—gather to produce news for broadcast or print. Yes. I intended to make news and generate articles. A place where people could watch real news packed with truth, unbowed by any external pressure, persuasion, or threats. Of course the beginning would be humble—short videos that simply told the truth and offered criticism about major social issues.
"You suddenly take the CEO seat you never cared about... What kind of picture are you painting, exactly?"
"Nothing that big. Just a small media kingdom, more or less. Netflix's market cap is around two hundred trillion right now, so if we reach that level, wouldn't that count as a small kingdom?"
"Then my five percent of Dawon Media stock would be worth ten trillion?"
"If things go well."
"I hope you succeed."
"You sound like it's someone else's business. The bigger the company gets, the busier you'll be."
"......"
Right now it was nothing more than a collection of little hole-in-the-wall shops. But every global conglomerate started as a hole-in-the-wall shop. Korea's giant S Electronics began selling produce and noodles. The company that makes those famous apple phones started in a shabby garage. Compared to that, I was starting out rich—collecting whatever I wanted like a hobbyist.
"Dawon Media... Is that the company that just rebranded Witch, Future Studio, and earlier acquired Lime Entertainment? More precisely, it was still a private individual until recently."
"You know your stuff."
"Of course. If you work in this industry and don't know that much, you might as well shut the doors."
"Don't shut them. True Story—I'm going to buy it."
"......"
A man with a dirty beard and unkempt hair—someone who could easily be mistaken for a homeless person—narrowed his eyes and glared at me. His expression was full of displeasure. Full of hostility. From that man's mouth came a voice thick with gravel.
"How much are you offering?"
"...Do you have to say it with that much atmosphere? You startled me."
"If I startled you, I apologize."