Narrow Network, Prodigy Instinct
My network in this world is laughably thin. I've only recently come to my senses in the entertainment management scene, after all.
My phone's full of numbers, but 99% are from girls I don't even know. And I didn't save them myself—the original owner of this body did. We're completely different people, though. Anyway, they're all extras. In crude terms, one-use cum dumps. I've blocked them all now, so no more entanglements.
Of course, one of those cum dumps leveled up to a supporting role. Jeong Hye-ryeong.
"Honey! Oh honey! Aaah! Aaah!!!"
The second I got back to the BOZ Building and called her over casually, she showed up ready for a deep, intense round. True to form for a faithful housewife. After a refreshing creampie and her cleaning my cock spotless, I casually brought up Nayun.
"You're living the dream, huh?"
Our apartment's top milf snorts while sucking my dick, her eyes locking onto the heavy beast between my legs.
"There are more girls than you can count who'd bet their lives just to suck this once..."
Her voice hardens the moment she hears the story.
"You can't try to monopolize it. Is she young and clueless? Totally no concept."
"......"
Is it that bad to drop the word "concept"? But looking at Jeong Hye-ryeong's face, she's genuinely pissed. Am I just not used to this reversed world? Her reaction is fascinating.
"Is it really that serious?"
"Dead serious. There are tons of girls who'll never even hold a man's hand in their lives. Ever heard of the Seven Evils—wives leaving husbands? Jealousy? Jealousy?"
"Huh? Seven—what?"
"......You don't know?"
I've heard it somewhere before, but I really had no clue. Afraid my short knowledge strap will slip out, I shove my cock deep into her mouth. She licks it front to back, side to side, twisting her head, then kisses the tip before opening up again.
"Anyway, manage her from the start. Or dump her."
Dumping feels a bit much.
"I gave her a stern talking-to today."
"Make it crystal clear. A girlfriend's jealousy keeping a guy from other women? That's reportable."
"...Whoa."
This reversed world treats anything blocking male-female encounters as illegal, huh? Even if it's basic human psychology. Scarier than I thought.
After she cleans my cock perfectly and snuggles into my arms, I grope her tits, slide up, and rub my rock-hard dick against her lower belly.
"So what about you, sis?"
"Huh... Me?"
Her legs spread naturally as she answers. A few thrusts and she'll fold. My cock slides in like a key into a perfect lock through the gap. A thick moan erupts the instant it hits.
I whisper in her ear as she pants heavily.
"You're married, sis. So who's at fault? Me for fucking a taken woman? Or her wife blocking it?"
"Aaang...!"
I thrust as I ask, and her sleek legs clamp my waist tight, pulling me in with a moan.
"Answer me."
I swivel my hips hard and press again. She gasps roughly before speaking.
"Me... my wife."
"Really?"
"If the spouse is a guy, blame the fucker. If it's a woman... doesn't matter. If... you want... uungh! Divorce! I'll divorce...!"
No need for that. But riding the mood, I pound her hard. Every time my cock plunges deep and pulls out, she arches like a shrimp, moaning like she's dying. Her back doesn't snap—Pilates perks? I fill her pussy so full cum leaks out. Sent her to heaven that many times.
Afterward, she sprawled like she's on her marital bed, then she looks at me.
"Should... I divorce?"
"Huh?"
They're a same-sex couple, but together since high school, right? We've barely known each other a month—no, not even a week.
"No? You said it's fine if the spouse is a woman."
"Still... I wanna live with you."
She glances wistfully at her phone. Hubby's drinking party must be wrapping up.
"Don't wanna live with me? I'm great at housework..."
True. The apartment I woke up in was half-trash heap. Two days later, spotless human habitat. All her doing. Not just a body-maintenance milf—housework level's high too.
"Doesn't bother me, but stay with your wife. Don't wanna break up a home over me."
If she were mind-blowingly hot or key to clearing this world, I'd steal her. But she's not. Worth keeping, but if issues arise, no need to cling. Right at that level.
Plus, the event I'm eyeing hasn't started. She can't divorce for that.
"Hey, sis."
I kiss her cheek as she preps to leave.
"When you introducing me to the wife?"
"Aaah! Oppa! Oppa...!"
She's clinging like it's our last day together. We went into a better spot for sex, I'd savor it slowly—but bathroom limits us, so we did a quick finish there. After dumping one load in Nayun and tidying up, emptiness hits.
"Feels like more bathroom fucks than motel."
Motel: twice. Bathroom: quadruple, four times. I felt sorry to who ever cleans it, but BOZ Building meetings leave me with no choice. Four bathroom romps mean four Shine Candy sessions too. Got a solid read on their skills.
Average as hell.
Not bad, but underwhelming for BOZ prestige.
It won't matter for the short-term anyway.
I'm still young, just hit my early twenties. Growth time aplenty. New track's easy—I made it so. Position makes the person. Debut buzz'll sharpen my skills. Fan love fuels idol energy. Shine Candy? Three years as flops—desperate for success. Leader's heart is elsewhere, though.
"No more company sex from now on."
"...Huh?"
"Tail's getting long? Time to focus on practice."
"Hiiiing."
I control her fine. Jealousy over other members? Per Hye-ryeong sis, after some stern words and she bowed, admitting fault. I've reconfirmed I'm the top dog—she kneels, begs me not to dump her, she cries buckets. I soften, comfort her... which then leads to sex.
Practice on my track started ages ago. Today, Shine Candy directing begins.
Does he move this fast normally?
Execs start betting big—faster than lightning-roasted beans.
BOZ. Spearheaded by flagship groups Foxy and Eighty, it spawned a global fan empire. Snagging actors too, expanding influence. Thus, the building buzzes with activity—except the practice floors underground. Tons of staff fill that place.
Why?
"......"
My face burns with embarassment. Like a dinosaur at the zoo. Guys and boy groups exist, but they gawk like it's their first-time sighting one.
"Kyaaak!"
Staring holes, they crash into each other.
"Mommy, what to do?!"
They spill coffee on the ground.
"Hey, you crazy?!"
Caught the boss snapping my pics.
Yunji nods knowingly, then eyes me.
"Oppa, it's a rare sight after so long, right?"
"Long?"
No, this is my first time. Virgin into some handsome guy?
"Oh right. Trainee days exploded with applicants too."
"Still remember. The apps boomed with posts of oppa."
"Those became Foxy and Eighty."
"Mm..."
Good face feeds forever... Genius Face (SS) choice shines again.
Wait—shouldn't I hold BOZ stock? I birthed Foxy, Eighty?
Anyway, braving curious stares, I head to the studio.
"You're here?"
"Hello, Producer!"
"Hi!"
It's my first meeting with exclusive composer Producer Choi Nahee. It was quite shocking. Gloomy glasses girl at the desk. Nayun vouched her skills as being top-tier, though.
Just...
"Huh...? Try these on?"
She keeps shoving mystery glasses on my face—had to wear them to satisfy her. Need a clear view for directing. It's annoying, but bearable.
"I suck..."
"Looks good, right?"
Her tone says fashion specs viable. She stares through my bespectacled face, as if she's satisfied forever, then starts to work. Loose screws vibe, but when she's directing? She goes into pro mode.
"Again."
"Hold— that eye-lock part with me again. Redo."
"No breaks. Again."
"Connect smoothly, then drop the link."
I learned tons from her.
"Kruuuk."
No, my brain got dump with a lot of info. My sealed power surges, knowledge starts to be hammered in. My messy head, is tough to sort out. A groan slips out of me.
Luckily, focused Nahee and sweating Candy miss it.
"Hoo."
All of the are absorbed, sorted—now I grasp directing crystal-clear, time to do my objective.
Ahh, this is an S-rank skill?
Nahee's producing solid. No wonder BOZ keeps her. But...
With my S-rank skill, I instantly spot her flaws amid her skills and how to fix them too.