Blush Blasts to Number One
Gaeryeo Electronics. Based in South Korea, it was the largest single corporation and the KOSPI's biggest player. As the cornerstone propping up the Gaeryeo name, the company was packed with top talent from across the nation.
"Good afternoon, Vice Manager!"
"Hey."
"Vice Manager, have you eaten?!"
"Just finished on my way in."
Kim Chaeyeon was one of them—a star graduate from prestigious S University, a standout career woman who had risen to vice manager in just eight years at the group. Married to Jeong Hye-ryeong, no less. But today, unlike her usual routine, she wolfed down lunch and hurried back to the office alone.
"Debut day's today, right?"
One reason only: to listen to Shine Candy's track composed by Han Jimin.
...Hoo.
Just thinking of Han Jimin made her breath quicken. Her heart pounded, her pussy growing slick like she was in heat. That kid from downstairs—no, her Master. Barely twenty, but a tyrant in bed. And was it the charisma from his devastating looks?
She'd thought she'd seen it all, but in front of him, she turned into a puppy. A horny one at that.
No wonder Hye-ryeong...
She hadn't fallen for nothing. She'd gone downstairs to chew him out over the cigarette smell wafting up, only to get chewed out herself? Sure, his insane looks might've sparked some teasing intent... Who knows. Wife or not, she didn't care if Hye-ryeong fucked or made love with him. She was in the exact same boat now.
Last night, the three of them had tumbled in bed together, and before heading to work, she'd sucked him off. She even caught him pouncing on Hye-ryeong as she shut the front door.
Is it 'cause he's young?
His libido was monstrous—even tag-teaming with both of them barely kept up. He'd fuck at every chance, crave her mouth on his cock nonstop. He creampied without hesitation, like pregnancy was no big deal.
Anyway, Jimin was a composer by trade. Used to be an idol trainee, then switched paths?
"Why'd he do that? Debut would've meant raking in cash by the shovelful."
Even after all their romps, when he gazed at her with that soft voice, her breath hitched. He treated their love nest like his own home, but it didn't piss her off. Even his rude demands? Same deal. One smile from that gorgeous face, and all anger melted away.
A guy that hot skipping idol debut... She couldn't wrap her head around it.
"Thinking of going actor?"
Whatever. Shine Candy's agency was BOZ, a big name she knew. Composing for them meant real talent. Even if not, no biggie.
I'll just earn more money.
They'd make him their husband, serve him alongside Hye-ryeong. If money got tight, tell Hye-ryeong to work—or tap her family. Her wife's clan made Chaeyeon's corporate gig look like pocket change; filthy rich chaebols.
Such thoughts in mind, she fired up the Blush music video.
And...
"Huh? This song slaps?"
She found herself humming along without realizing. A rock fan who'd poured her soul into the company, hearing idol tunes post-grad for the first time—and liking it.
They say "civil service triple crown-level handsome"—rare beauties who draw massive attention. Han Jimin was no different. He'd only popped up in an idol promo clip, but his godlike face had rabid fans swarming.
Shine Candy's track rode the wave.
Simple reason: he made it.
Handsome face, killer track—and he revived flop Shine Candy's vibe perfectly. Old clips resurfaced nonstop, sparking fresh hype.
Synergies exploded. Blush didn't just hit big—it shattered records.
Official charts kicked off at #4. Half a day later...
Shine Candy topped every domestic chart from Melon on down. BOZ and the group never saw it coming.
Except one guy.
'Flop Idol's Chart In...?' Quest succeeded.
IP Shop has been unlocked.
I'd banked on the high odds of #1. Got my prize.
"Hoo."
Relief washed over me. In this reversed world, with my Genius Face (SS) skill, life was easy. Just look at the Jeong Hye-ryeong couple—now my bedmates.
But entertainment management? This alone wouldn't cut it. Talent plus effort and luck might work.
But.
"Pay-to-win solves it faster."
That pay-to-win enabler: the IP Shop.
Opening it was simple—call it mentally, like the status window. Which was still locked.
I scanned the list. First up: real-world items. Mostly consumables, some gear.
Like...
◈ Wearer gradually falls in love with the player over time. This love may become excessively blind.
◈ Holding it near water boosts chances of brilliant melodies.
Like that.
"But Blue Composer Note? Kinda trash?"
Helpful skills for me? There, but pricey.
"Hm."
E-rank: 1000 IP. D-rank: 2500. My full stash buys one D-rank max. Upgrading current skills? Same issue—too expensive.
Fair enough. 2500 IP ≈ 10,000 won. Pocket change if I could cash in.
Problem: no way to convert cash to IP.
...How'd I farm IP in-game?
Random events and achievements. That's it.
"Fuck."
Cash shop unlocked, but broke. Closed it, deflated. Gotta grind achievements like ultimate moves.
Luckily...
Shop closed—achievements flooded in. Rewards for feats I'd missed. My track charting, hitting #1.
Expand into other fields.
Piles of IP achievements there too. Scrape 'em all, upgrade skills or snag goodies.
But not done yet.
"Huh?"
Eyes widened. Game-unseen achievements popping live. Lower IP than norms, but sex-related. Per person even.
While Jimin browsed the IP Shop, Kim Nayun was buzzing. Shine Candy all lost it.
Flop mid-tier idols, tanked debut album, zero promos. Worse off than trainees. Then a track dropped via company push. Insane practice marathons later—#1.
"Kyaaah! Kim Nayun!"
"Nayun-ah!!!"
Practice room duo, glued to phones, spots #1 and tackles her. Tear-streaked faces. Past pains resurfacing.
"Guys!"
Nayun same. Dragging to practice with no future in sight? Soul-crushing. They hugged, sobbing—then vocal/dance trainers burst in, celebrating. Oh Minseo follows with a massive cake.
Laughs, tears later, Nayun checks her phone.
The message she'd craved.
Nayun blinked. Opposite, no? Girl at boy group dorm? Chaos. Even so, Jimin revived Shine Candy—no issue.
Red carpet at the door.
Fingers flew.
Manager noona's gaze? No one'd bat an eye.
"Unnie, unnie."
"What, Nayun-ah?"
Short bobbed security major eyes her.
"Unnie free today? Drop us at dorm later."
"Uh... gotta head to company."
"Why?"
"Schedule tweaks. #1's got calls pouring in."
"You too?"
"Sudden push—understaffed."
"Ah..."
Nayun trailed off. Shine Candy's debut was lightning-fast, no comparison. Lightning-roasted soybeans. Oh Minseo's push made it possible—her clout skyrocketed.
"Problem? I'm swamped today."
"Nah, all good."
Grinning at the awkward manager.
Then extras, feeling short.
This oughta lure him.