Miracle Planning and the Famous Pussy
Seoah didn't care much about what I did at the company.
"As long as your dick doesn't get hurt, darling, I don't mind anything."
Bora nuna wasn't thrilled about me working with Executive Director Park Hyungpil, but she didn't oppose it either. She knew I'd thought it through carefully before deciding.
"I know you're not the type to jump into something like this lightly. Still, I hope you keep things strictly professional outside of work."
I had no intention of getting personally involved either. He wasn't some philanthropist; he'd called me in because he saw potential value in my skills. I'd provide what he wanted, gain the experience and connections I needed for independence, and that was it. Playing gatekeeper for someone else's kingdom was just a stepping stone to becoming the gatekeeper of my own.
"Have you heard of Miracle Planning?"
"No, sir."
"They're a producing specialist firm handling all of JH Entertainment's singers and idols. You'll be dealing with them primarily from now on. I'll let Senior Manager Ko know, so pick up the files from him and study how things have been run in your spare time."
"Understood."
Miracle Planning was a private company wholly owned by Executive Director Park Hyungpil. They'd been producing JH's first idol group, Urban Seven, which meant at least five years of collaboration—far longer than I'd expected for his ties to JH Entertainment.
But is this contract even legit?
JH had no experience raising idols themselves, so outsourcing production wasn't unusual. The problem was the terms: brutally unfavorable. Beyond service fees, they took 5-10% of album sales as consulting fees for group development and operations.
Sharing a cut of profits was one thing, but this setup meant massive consulting payouts even during losses. Checking five years of fund flows confirmed it—over 100 billion won flowed to Miracle Planning annually.
Spending over 100 billion a year on music consulting and producing for their artists? Insane.
No matter how I sliced it, it looked like Park Hyungpil was funneling work to his personal company and paying exorbitant fees. Asset managers and minority shareholders had raised contract issues repeatedly, but the company did nothing, and majority shareholder Oseong Group stayed silent. Like a rigged game of go-stop.
But where does Miracle Planning spend all that cash?
The director said I'd handle their work, but as a separate entity, I couldn't access their income or expenses. Searching the electronic disclosure system for financials or audit reports turned up nothing.
Non-listed with low assets and revenue, so no filings? A company pulling 100 billion a year?
At this point, I was dying to know Miracle Planning's true nature and why he'd assigned this to me. Was it not a skeleton in his closet? Did he trust I wouldn't dig? Or was it a test to see if I'd become his man?
All sorts of thoughts crossed my mind, but as an outsider, there was nothing I could do right then.
"Hey, handsome oppa~"
My head turned automatically. Reacting instantly to being called handsome—what a narcissistic reflex.
"Ha, so you know you're hot, huh? Long time no see, babe."
That ambiguous tone—was it praise or an insult?—hadn't changed.
"Yeah, been a while. Fancy running into you here."
I bumped into her in the company lobby after field work. Oversized blouse and denim crop pants—casual bordering on businesswear, but her curves made it insanely sexy. A body built for thrusting in and gripping tight was the truth, no cap.
"An entertainment reporter like me? It's either broadcasting stations or agencies. I hardly hit the field these days."
Cha Hwayoung
The Sisspatch reporter with peerless info-gathering skills. And the woman who'd almost become my third fuck buddy.
We'd crossed paths at stations a few times and turned out to be Korea University alumni. After graduation, she aced the journalism exam, landed a social affairs gig at Hanseong Ilbo, toiled in the field for years, quit, and now worked at Sisspatch.
I'd once asked why a Korea U grad from a top paper ditched it for tabloid entertainment news.
"I'm kinda... no, pretty materialistic. But that place was crawling with self-righteous hot-blooded types trying to save the world. I couldn't hack it long-term, so I bailed. Now I get to grope dicks on hot guys like you—win-win, right?"
We started as sunbae-hoobae, but clicked over drinks outside, and things naturally escalated to fucking. Her looks didn't match Bora nuna or Seoah, but Cha Hwayoung had one killer asset: a legendary pussy.
Clear eyes with upturned outer corners, concave ears, refined nostrils and perky nose tip, plump lips curving provocatively upward.
That's textbook pussy physiognomy, and she nailed every trait, radiating a subtle eroticism that lit men up.
Her true value shone in bed. The moment you slid in, her pussy clung to your entire cock like a vacuum, sucking you deeper. Wrinkled, complex walls delivered insane friction on every thrust; the grip varied subtly between glans and shaft.
Thick labia majora enveloped you in plush fullness, while tiny bumps at the deepest point relentlessly teased the urethra. Floods of slick lube kept the pistoning smooth and euphoric.
I'd bedded plenty, but first time with her, I lasted under five minutes and got called premature. If my voice hadn't held out, the Lust Ghost might've said claim her.
"Hardly see your face at stations anymore. Not managing anymore?"
"Transferred departments. Strategy Planning Office now."
"Strategy Planning?"
"Director set it up when he came on. Gotta try new things—what can a salaryman do? Boss says jump, you jump."
"Director... Park Hyungpil?"
"You know him."
"Hmmm, so you're working under that bastard."
That bastard?
"Anyway, long time no see—gonna let me go just like that?"
"Gotta head up, file my report. Dinner together?"
"Since when do we do dinner? Drinks first."
—Slurp slurp, schluuuurk
Once we were both tipsy, our lips crashed together without a word, and now we were on a motel bed, devouring each other's genitals. Just tonguing her had her pussy dancing, teasing my mouth with silky undulations. Legendary indeed.
"Haa... haa... eung! Hu-eut...! Nothing beats your cock, babe. Haaang, should've made you my fuck buddy back then."
She loved my dick and always hit me up when horny. Dating was a hassle; she preferred casual pounding on demand. This was prime pussy—I craved repeats—but with two already, adding another felt heavy.
So I confessed about Bora nuna and Seoah. If she was cool, maybe occasional hookups?
"Figures a face like yours wouldn't be single. But I'm not signing up for harem duty."
Fuck buddies were still a relationship; she hated being one of many. No ring on offer, no grounds to push. Our thing fizzled.
"Aang, aang! There, keep going... eut, haaang! Babe, harder! Haaaang!"
I wasn't the rookie who panicked first time. Evolutions from sex genius Seoah had toughened me; her octopus-suction wrinkles were manageable now, and that terrifying pussy pressure coaxing cum held no terror.
—Squelch squelch, smack smack
Lifting one leg, I licked her toes one by one while ravaging her pussy with fierce pumps.
—Slap, slap, tsqueak tsqueak
From behind, spanking her ass a few times made her walls ripple, stroking glans and shaft. Fuck, felt so damn good.
—Pang, pang, squelch squelch
Hugging Cha Hwayoung tight, tormenting her nipples while she rode me reverse, she clawed my hair, thrashing and screaming in ecstasy.
"Haaang...! Haat, babe, where'd you train? Heut! Why're you this good? Haak... eut!"
Limit hit. Safe day, she said, so filling her up should be fine. Laid her on the bed, spread her legs wide in surrender pose—my favorite finish.
—Smack smack, thwack thwack thwack
"Ah, ah! B-babe... I-I can't anymore, haaang...! Haat, haak... haaaang...!"
"Ngh, m-me too...!"
—Spluuurt, bluuub bluuub bluuub
Squeezing every last drop from me to the end, she was undeniably the real deal.