Cha Serin's Hidden Ambition
'Help me? What the hell does she mean by bringing that up?'
Does she want me to write a bunch of hit songs to boost the kids under BOZ? Like Shine Candy or Ria? That's the only reason popping into my head right now.
'Is that what she's after?'
But doubts creep in too. I just signed a contract yesterday as BOZ's exclusive singer-songwriter and composer. Cha Serin said it herself.
Yet here she is, calling me in to ask for help anyway.
'It's in the contract—she's supposed to get that from me. Why bring it up again like this?'
It feels like she wants something more, but I can't guess what.
'Chaebol second-gen. Tsk... Should've watched more dramas.'
Maybe I'd have a better read on this. I glance over, and Cha Serin sits there with her legs crossed, watching me. Her smile hides whatever she's really thinking.
'What do I do?'
Just saying "sure" feels like I'd miss something big. Can't use the system for help either. Trying to read her mind just gives me [Affinity too low.]
Her affinity's only at 22. Barely above basic boss-employee level.
'Just pull up her info window?'
It's not like I have no options. My finger heads to the IP Shop.
[IP Shop accessed]
Entertainment management games throw endless characters at you every playthrough. Who to raise, who to ally with—that's all up to the player.
Character backstory? Future potential? No clue. You judge solely by the info on screen.
That's why backstabs are par for the course. The idol you grind to perfection turns out to be a school bully. The handsome guy with vibe becomes a third-rate actor no matter how much you train him. You ditch the nobody, only to learn he's Ronaldo-level athlete.
Shit like that happens constantly in entertainment management sims.
So the devs sold cash items to check character details. 1000 IP per person. Not cheap, not giveaway price, but they flew off the shelves. Users bitched, "These guys are filthy rich off this," but everyone bought them anyway.
They nailed player psychology. That superstar vibe kid in front of you? Gotta check potential. Holding back makes you a eunuch.
Here in this world, I get one Character Appraisal Scroll per week. Same 1000 IP price. Can't whale, so it feels brutally expensive, but...
'Worth it for Cha Serin?'
She's BOZ's CEO. Her skills dictate if BOZ rises or falls.
If she's trash, write it off as scouting fee later. Already marked her as chaebol heiress and company head. Plus, she's pretty hot.
Comforting myself like that, I buy the scroll.
'Thought Shine Candy would be first...'
Cha Serin jumps the line instead. I activate the item, pulling up her hidden stats.
'...What?'
What the fuck? Some insane bitch right in front of me?
Never saw the true ending, but I played the shit out of that management game. Characters with these stats? Rare as hell—could count 'em on one hand.
'She Zhuge Liang or some shit?'
Everything but luck over 90. Near-munchkin tier.
No wonder her aura felt off. These stats back it up. Even without the chaebol title, she had me intimidated for a reason.
But Cha Serin's info doesn't end there.
Having yielded much due to being a woman, Cha Serin burns with ambition to oust heir Lee Jaehun and claim Seoyeong Group for herself. She'll use any means necessary.
Currently holding 22% of BOZ Entertainment shares, she aims to grow BOZ into a cash cow to seize Seoyeong.
Now it clicks why she called me. Use this hitmaker to bulk up BOZ, then challenge for the heir spot.
Sure, hurdles along the way, but with those stats? She'd bulldoze them.
'So, why side with her?'
I tap the sofa armrest. Reasons flicker through my mind, then fade.
'Got the big one.'
Seoyeong heir Lee Jaehun rubs me wrong. Choi Nahee's ex-owner? Fuck that guy.
Ultimate reason? Simple.
'Man-hating bitch.'
In this reversed world, she's anti-male. Hate that. Just do.
I look at Cha Serin, who's waited patiently, and say, "What do you need me to do first?"
Her face lights up with satisfaction. She leans back, fingers interlaced, gazing at me leisurely.
"What do you want to do?"
"Help you grab over 50% of this company's shares."
I stare straight at her, unblinking. Top of her wishlist: Boost her influence here. Turn BOZ—stuffed with Seoyeong shares—into hers.
"Smart for a guy. Quick on the uptake."
Cha Serin eyes me. Nailed it.
"Focus on your activities for now."
"Got it."
"Keep an eye on Producer Choi Nahee's Shine Candy mini-album too, if you can. You wrote the songs, right?"
"Yeah. What's the target?"
"Dominate the charts? Ideal. But top 10 for the title track works. They hit with Blush, but Shine Candy still needs to solidify."
Modest goals. Or low Shine Candy potential in her eyes.
Business models spill from her next—mostly overseas expansion. With Chinese member in Eighty, Asia via them; North America via Foxy. Wild, but my game experience says some are viable.
"Picks it up quick. Nice."
She smiles, pleased, pulls something from her desk drawer, and tosses it my way.
"What's this?"
Mercedes star-shaped key.
"Heard you don't have a car. Exclusive contract gift. It's in the lot—grab it."
"......"
"Good for getting around. Security's handled; don't worry."
"...Thanks."
"Suits a genius composer. I'll call when I need you—go."
Conversation over. I leave her office, head to the garage. White Benz SL63 AMG sits alone in the corner.
"Damn, nice ride."
Doesn't mean she trusts me deep. "Suits a genius"? Means no genius, no need for me.
Post-Cha Serin, activities resume. Or "resume"—did a show the day before yesterday, music stage yesterday.
Clicked mice in-game, but real stage? Nervous as hell. So...
"Hngh!"
...I toy with Ria's tits to unwind. Post-stage, sneaked a nipple suck too. No time for more.
"...Ah."
Every time I grope 'em? Nipples harden visibly when we're together.
Balanced broadcasts and events, teasing Ria in gaps. Main spot: Foxy's van.
"Mind if I hitch again?"
"N-no, ride comfy."
No personal ride yet, so Foxy van often. Backseat handplay galore.
"Eut...!"
"Quiet—no one hears."
Nipples, clit, G-spot—all fair game. Sent her to heaven a few times; now she grinds openly when alone.
Didn't go all the way. Couldn't.
"Here!"
"Seoul Uni?"
"Yeah. You and Ria duet two songs."
Me and Ria both swamped. Fine for me—company fuckbuddies aplenty. Shine Candy busy, rare overlap, but sex slave Choi Nahee's always in the studio.
"Ria, getting off?"
"H-huh? Y-yeah! Coming!"
Not Ria. Panting, stealing glances—mind elsewhere, obvious.
Forced-up lust nears explosion.