Sajik's Savior
"Come in."
The BOZ CEO's office. This was his second time visiting. Cha Serin was often out of the country due to her packed schedule shuttling back and forth to China for Eighty, the group exploding in popularity across China and Southeast Asia thanks to their Chinese members.
I wonder what this is about...
It was their first meeting since he'd heard about her ambition to seize control of BOZ for herself. He sat on the sofa across from CEO Cha Serin, who tapped a stack of documents and spoke up.
"I'm really enjoying The Perfect Man. Nipflix coming at us so aggressively like this must be thanks to you, right?"
"Yeah. Their in-house production synopsis looked just like Seo Do-yun from The Perfect Man—no real difference."
"King of Tears, you mean?"
He couldn't help chuckling at the drama title Cha Serin mentioned. King of Tears. The synopsis and plot were nearly identical to the drama he'd watched in his previous world, laid out verbatim in today's meeting under the label "top secret."
"I thought you'd help me out as a producer... but you're succeeding even more as an actor."
With ratings soaring past 40%, The Perfect Man had become a national drama and rewritten TV history. No wonder Cha Serin put it that way. Sure, he'd composed several chart-topping hits on Mango Chart himself, but the impact couldn't match Different Man.
That didn't mean his producing skills were lacking. If anything, his skill ranks were superior.
"I'm confident about the Foxy album too."
"I heard about that from producer Choi Nahee. I'm looking forward to it. The issue is your schedule."
"You're talking about baseball."
"Yes."
Regret flickered across Cha Serin's face. Fine, he'd made his name in pro baseball—but she clearly hadn't imagined he'd actually play in the KBO.
"Seo Juah told me. Said you're really going to pitch for Minionz to win the championship."
"It's not a bad opportunity."
BOZ might regret it, but for him, it was a chance to suck up IP points pitching and hitting.
"Still, they said they'd accommodate you a lot."
"Pro sports aren't easy, and won't your stamina take a hit? Looking at Nipflix's requested schedule..."
Cha Serin's eyes scanned Nipflix's schedule sheet.
"Doesn't it overlap too much with the KBO season?"
She propped her chin on one hand, gazing at him as her eyes traced his face, then his upper body.
Why bring this up all of a sudden...?
Seo Juah had said in bed that everything was already settled with Cha Serin.
Did Seo Juah lie?
But the nuance suggested strong negativity about him playing pro baseball.
"That's why I'm saying—if stamina issues crop up, the company will step in to adjust things anytime."
"Uh... yeah. Got it."
If they'd handle it for him, that was even better. He nodded, and Cha Serin flashed a small smile, staring intently into his eyes before speaking.
"You're... way more impressive than I expected. Not only did your debut drama hit 40% ratings, but Nipflix's Asia division head came knocking for a contract herself."
"Mayling Carter? Seemed like she had motives beyond a contract."
Cha Serin paused, slightly flustered at his words, then curled her lips upward.
"Do you know what high-status women want most?"
"...No idea."
"Not some simple trophy to flaunt—a real man who matches them."
He nodded at Cha Serin's words, laced with an intriguing vibe. In a world short on men, they collected women like trophies; apparently, high-status women did the same with men, leveraging power and ability to show them off.
"Anyway, you seem talented in variety shows too, on top of producing and athletic skills."
"Am I spreading myself too thin?"
"Honestly, it's bewildering. But personally, I don't mind. The wider your path, the more chances BOZ gets to expand overseas. With help from a giant like Nipflix, our global push happens way faster."
"On your terms?"
"Exactly. So your health can't afford any problems."
Her ambition couldn't tolerate flaws in her prize asset. If issues arose, she'd personally coordinate schedules with broadcasters, Minionz, and Nipflix.
In that regard, Cha Serin stepping up looked better than him doing it. And given her skills, she'd handle conflicts over interests smoothly.
"Got it, CEO."
As he accepted her offer, he noticed Cha Serin leaning diagonally against the sofa, fiddling with its armrest. Looked like business was done, but her expression hinted at more.
As expected, she lowered her voice slightly and tossed another question.
"Can I ask one more thing? There's something I want to get off my chest."
"What?"
"I'm worried about how important BOZ is to you. Any scouting offers from other companies?"
"Haaang!"
Seo Juah's eyes rolled back as she buried her face in his chest. Her whole body trembled on the brink of losing her mind to orgasmic bliss—but she barely held on, nuzzling into him. Then she latched onto his neck, sucking hard.
"...What're you doing?"
"Marking my territory."
"Why?"
"...Proof you're mine."
Cute.
As Seo Juah sucked at his neck like a mosquito, he kneaded her ass before slipping fingers into her pussy.
"Heuk...!"
His fingers slid in effortlessly. Stirring her insides slowly drew hot moans from her lips.
"Beast. Going again already?"
"Why? Too much?"
"...How many times do you need to get satisfied?"
She stuck out her tongue at his insatiable drive, her eyes turning to him like he was a monster. Savoring her gaze, he thrust his cock back into her.
"Haaah! Urgh—!"
The moment he entered, slick walls clamped tight around him. He rocked his hips roughly for his pleasure, flooding her with thick semen—and didn't forget to leave a hickey on her neck.
"What the...?!"
"Proof you're mine."
"Ha...! Talking like a total vixen, vixen. Heard younger guys like you were sly foxes—guess it's true."
Her words said one thing, but her eyes said she loved it. Finding it adorable, he left the mark on her neck, stole her lips, and kept pumping his cock.
"Where'd you even hear that?"
"From a friend, Shin Hyojeong. Hnng! Yes! Aaah...!"
Sex dragged on for nearly an hour. Finally spent from handling him solo, Seo Juah collapsed into his arms.
"I surrender! No more—I can't. You'd have to kill me!"
To test if she meant it, he rubbed his cock against her lower belly—but her hand gripped his shaft tight.
"No. I'd really die."
"...Suck me off, and I'll let it go."
"That's tough too... No other wishes?"
"Other wishes?"
He hadn't really thought about it... Oh, wait—one.
"Can you gift me some stocks?"
"Stocks?"
"Yeah. BOZ stocks. Big news coming soon."
"Nipflix deal?"
"...You knew?"
"Mayling Carter visited BOZ—who wouldn't know?"
She shrugged like it was obvious. He scratched his head watching her. He'd planned to profit off insider info... but if everyone knew, no point buying. The price would've adjusted already.
She grabbed his phone, flopped beside him, and pulled up her brokerage HTS.
"......???"
A quick glance at her holdings blew his mind. Fitting for Minionz's third-gen heir.
"BOZ. Here. 17,000 won today."
"Huh? Down from yesterday? Nipflix deal not affecting the stock?"
"Nope. Others don't know."
"What?"
"I have my info sources."
Chills ran down his spine at her casual demeanor. No wonder retail investors got wrecked—timing on info was everything.
Stock rule one: Never time the market.
Rule two: Always follow rule one.
He felt it again.
"How much do you need?"
"You're really buying? Uh... as much as possible?"
"As much as possible? Just to make money? Or... to wield influence at BOZ?"
Honestly, the latter. He'd keep working at BOZ. Might as well grab Cha Serin too and bend it to his will.
That way, no messy middlemen—just a launchpad to challenge World Aiger.
He'd grant Cha Serin's wishes along the way and screw over Seoyeong Group and its heir Lee Jaehun.
"Fine, whatever you want. 8 million shares?"
"...Pardon?"
His brain short-circuited. Not 800 shares—8 million? Quick math: over 130 billion won.
Not grasping it, he blinked at Seo Juah. She snorted softly.
"I've been showing interest in BOZ lately, so someone's trying to offload shares."
"...8 million shares?"
"Yeah. A woman named Shin Hyojeong."
The name Seo Juah had mentioned mid-sex. Who the hell held 8 million BOZ shares...?
Oh.
"Lee Jaehun's wife?"
"...You know her?"
"Just the name. Our company's parent is Seoyeong, right? Lee Jaehun's the heir."
"Yeah, pretty much."
Seo Juah smirked mockingly at the name. Makes sense—Minionz dwarfed Seoyeong in scale. Per his scant knowledge of this world, one Minionz core affiliate matched Seoyeong's total market cap.
For its heir Seo Juah, joining BOZ's shareholder list was trivial.
Hmm...
Guess he really had to lead Minionz to victory this season. Gazing at Seo Juah, Cha Serin's words suddenly resurfaced.