Sinking into the Quagmire
"Our baby boy's dressing so well these days without even buying him clothes anymore?"
He used to only wear the stuff she bought him, but the moment I picked out a few things I liked, she noticed right away. Changing the house and car had awakened a greed for what hung on his body too.
"You said your watch was uncomfortable, and now you're rocking a Rolex."
I bought it because it looked good on some celebrity. Submariner model— a little over twenty million won.
"The car switch is suspicious enough, but you overall? Did Park Hyungpil tell you to dip into company funds?"
"Why's the head of headquarters coming up? I just got a fat incentive for doing good work. Nothing illegal."
"I know the entertainment world better than you. What agency hands out incentives big enough for a Porsche or Rolex to their staff?"
"I'm curious too. Guess the boss likes me so much he dipped into his own pocket."
"I'm not kidding!"
It had been a while since I'd seen her yelling like that.
"Why're you suddenly pissed? It's not weird at all. They hand out big incentives and bonuses to high performers in the planning department, not just me. They're the ones flashing chaebol vibes."
"I told you—don't keep tangling with that guy. You think it's free? He's laying bait to make you do shady shit later."
"I'm not that clueless. Like you said, I'm being careful. If anything smells off, I'll quit on the spot. Nothing you're worried about will happen."
Her expression softened a bit.
"I swear I won't worry you anymore. I'm not a kid. Stop with the 'our baby' crap and trust me a little."
It was a lie. Over a year hooked on the taste of money, I no longer had the guts to walk out even if the boss ordered something shady. Money had taken the driver's seat where I used to call the shots. Am I doing the right thing?
It was entering the second year since transferring to the Strategic Planning Office.
Now that I was one of his own, the boss started assigning me tasks beyond Miracle Planning. The "shady stuff" his sister had worried about.
Erasing traces of all sorts of financial crimes: revenue omissions, ledger tampering, inflated billing, overcapitalization, stock manipulation, tax evasion—you name it. Every trail led to slush funds, the part he obsessed over most.
This was the moment to bolt like I'd promised her, but money-addicted me couldn't turn down his orders, especially with the bigger payoffs.
I wiped illegal tracks without mercy, laundered funds through every trick to blur their origins, then funneled them into his pockets. My skills outshone his old minions, so the amounts I handled kept climbing—and so did my cut.
"What company makes you CEO? You sure it's legit?"
"Not telling you to run it. I'll keep the books spinning; you focus on scouting and managing artists. That's what you wanted, right?"
It was a paper company for laundering, structured like Miracle Planning to rope in Mingyu hyung. Needed a figurehead and staff anyway—might as well work with him. I needed someone I could trust.
"Just do what you love and help me out occasionally."
"Help with what?"
"First, hit the casino in Gangwon Province."
"Casino?"
Swapping slush funds for chips and checks, then cashing out again fades the trail. Classic laundering—if you break it into right-sized chunks, it's foolproof. Gotta trust the runner since casinos mean gambling records, and Mingyu hyung was perfect.
"Heads up—this company's not all legit. Built for laundering from the start. No outright scams, but if it blows up, it's economic crime charges. Bail if you hate it."
He pondered briefly, then slapped my shoulder.
"Fuck it, man. Which company in Korea doesn't cook slush funds? Band shit's dead anyway; got time to kill. Let's make bank. I'll raise some talent like you said."
"Don't sweat the money. Got investment plans lined up."
"Investment?"
Plenty of salarymen busted for embezzling company cash into stocks or crypto. They claim they planned to return principal after profits, but losses screw them. Exceed recoverable amounts, and it's cuffs.
I'd divert some slush funds as company expenses for investments too. Difference? I knew I'd profit. Not 100%, but I had insider info on entertainment stocks.
That let me pump or dump shares, become a real "manipulation crew." No more scraps from the boss—I'd build my own seed money this way, whatever came next.
Kang Bora's first lead film was a smash hit. She played an unwed mother turned vengeful ghost after losing her daughter—a taste-specific crime thriller rated for adults, yet it topped eight million viewers. From solid supporting roles, she'd cemented lead status.
"One trip there, and the cokeheads see you different, huh? Nuna, you're world-star bound."
Critical acclaim followed box office; next year at Cannes, no award but her flawless acting made waves. Netflix exclusive locked in—world star seemed inevitable.
"Hiiing. Two months without darling's cock inside? That's a tragedy!"
Han Seoah was soaring too. Debut single: 150k first-week sales, 12 music show wins, fastest 100 million YouTube views. Full album: insane 1.2 million first-week.
Overseas buzz meant two months in Japan for shows and promo. First international gigs should've stressed her, but nope—cock whining instead. Gutsy or brainless?
"Feels like you're back on social affairs beat. Celeb scandals dragging in all these politicians' names?"
Thanks to Cha Hwayoung, Sisspatch's tone shifted hard. Probing idol drug rumors uncovered VIP pols getting hookers at clubs and villas; exposed prosecutors taking bribes to bury an agency head's dirt. Rare for gossip rag, they snagged Reporter of the Month.
"Haaang...! Haat, haak... hng! A month without nuna's pussy, haaaang! Tough, right? Nuna'll send you off proper today."
"Kuht, nuna. If you start like that from the get-go…."
Bora nuna, back from a month overseas shoot, stormed the officetel.
Sticky front-door blowjob got me hard—starved, clearly. Sucking national-treasure tits after a month, I went feral, pounding harder than usual atop her.
"Haa… haa…. Our baby bored of nuna pussy yet? Over four years now?"
Mid-thirties Bora nuna's body mixed youthful allure with sultry ripeness no young thing could match—drove me insane every time. If Hwayoung had famed pussy, this was a lethal weapon to my cock.
"How's work? Manager now—anything change?"
Two years post-transfer, I got manager title. Two direct reports as hands and feet—besides that, same as always. Already drowning in cash for scrubbing boss's dirt.
"Can keep that promise to you soon. Then total bye to the boss."
"For real? Starting an agency?"
"Scouting with Mingyu hyung. Good news incoming—prep to be my actress."
Not sick of money's taste. More you have, thirstier you get—I'm always parched. Knew sticking with boss quenched it fastest. Still, time to break free.
Reason? Ironically, to survive.
Park Hyungpil was JH Entertainment HQ boss, but also Hyunseong Group chair's third son. Why a chaebol heir slaving at someone else's firm? Circumstances, whatever—still came with security detail.
But the numbers? A bit—no, a lot. Tailing us felt off after a while. At first, figured extra cautious, but eyeballing the guards? No pro training.
Peak unease: team lead Hwang Sanggu. That fucker looked built for brawling, not bodyguarding.