You, Become the CEO
"You, become the CEO."
"Acting and clothes are next to what I like—sex."
Cough!
A dry cough burst out of me involuntarily, and Bora nuna grinned at me.
"Our baby has great chemistry, right? He's good at sex, so how could nuna not like him?"
"If anything, I'm the one who's more grateful. If your tits are national treasures, your pussy's a world cultural heritage. A treasure of humanity. Just getting the chance to stick my dick in that treasure trove is a huge honor."
"Hahaha, so does that mean our blowjobs and riding are world-class level? Hearing you hype up wanting to fuck me like this actually feels pretty good."
I slipped my hand inside her shirt, reshaping her plump breasts to my liking while gently teasing her nipples. Nuna let out a low moan as she started undoing my pants.
"Haa... You've held back a lot, haven't you? Today, use my body however you want. Nuna will take it all."
*****
The sharp slap-slap of flesh colliding and nuna's cries filled the room as the intense thrusting continued.
When the urge to cum became unbearable, I spread nuna's legs as wide as possible, drove my cock deep inside, and unleashed all the pent-up semen I'd been saving straight into her depths.
As my ragged breathing steadied and I savored the afterglow, nuna turned her face toward me.
"You said you're a college student, right? Which school?"
"Korea University."
"Oh my, Korea University? You're a genius. Why'd a guy from there work as a host bar waiter?"
"A hyung I know introduced me. He said a guy like me needs to see the underside of women to snap out of it, insisted I try."
"What an eccentric guy. But what do you mean 'snap out of it'? Were you doing bad stuff?"
"He probably saw me as a horny mutt who loses his mind just looking at girls."
"That's... true. So, did you snap out of it?"
"Of course not. How could I, after seeing your pussy and losing my mind?"
"Haaang, listen to this kid talk. Nuna's tired now, so stop making me wet again..."
Even as she said that, she started rubbing her thighs together. Looks like we need another round.
Maybe it was the post-sex haze loosening my tongue, but I ended up confessing the dirty memory of my first time to nuna—something I'd planned to take to the grave. To keep the conversation going, I figured sharing what made me addicted to women, no, to sex, was necessary.
"Hmm, so that's why you turn into a runaway train during sex. I thought it was just youth at first, but after doing it so many times, your focus is scary. I like it, though."
It was because when I felt pleasure at level 1, I concentrated harder to pull out levels 2 and 3. It was the result of my obsession that it had to feel better than my first time.
"Your hyung had a point, but seeing the underside doesn't completely change how you view women. Women value mental connection as much as physical—sounds like you've never connected with one mentally."
I had nothing to say. I'd only ever thought about stripping them naked; I'd never cared about affection, love, or anything intangible.
"I don't wanna hear that from someone who openly admits to loving sex."
"I've done love plenty. Even horniness feels different if there's mental rapport underneath. It keeps you from going wild like your hyung worried."
Shitty philosophy, but weirdly convincing. Must be the fruit of experience. To nuna, I probably just looked like a horny pup who hadn't even tried clumsy love.
Nuna, who embraced a guy like me, felt even more lovable today. I buried my face in her ample breasts and started sucking her nipple. Her cat-like mews told me round two was good to go.
*****
"Why send so much to a guy living alone? When am I supposed to eat it all?"
"Put it in the fruit compartment and eat whenever you don't feel like cooking—it'll go fast. I picked these special thinking of you, so eat with gratitude."
"Show-off."
Do Mingyu hyung had sent a ton of apples, so I gave him a call on the spot.
"But you said you'd wrap up and come up here. You gonna farm or something?"
"As if. Once it's sorted, I'll head up with the old man. Burning the last flame, kekeke."
"What'll you do up here? The store manager keeps asking about you. Not going back to host bars, right?"
"Hell no. I'll manage my old band buddies."
"Manage?"
"Didn't I tell you? The band kids I was with asked for help."
"Hyung, you did music?"
"Hahaha, this hyung was a hotshot indie band bassist back in the day."
After the call, he sent a photo of himself in weird clothes strumming a guitar. Guy's got more talents than I thought.
Quitting the host bar left me with sudden free time. I was gonna go back to the convenience store, but Bora nuna asked me to help with her work.
"Got a license?"
I'd gotten my driver's license in high school, planning to do deliveries if I flunked college. Who knew it'd come in handy now.
It was odd jobs: driving instead of her manager when schedules overlapped, handling outfits, running errands.
Still, way more chill than the store, and I got the luxury of fooling around with nuna in the car sometimes.
Naturally, I ended up waiting on set a lot. One day, a casting director eyed my face closely and offered a minor role.
"Bora, where'd you find this gem? Face is straight-up lead actor material. Just one line, no pressure."
It was standing behind the villain chaebol third-gen, throwing a heavy line. In front of the camera, my mind went blank—I don't even remember how I delivered it.
But I nailed it in one take without NG, earning praise from the director who recommended me. Excited Bora nuna nagged me to try acting for real.
I did a few more extras and bit parts after, but learned the blank mind was camera fright. Felt like I'd die if I kept going, so I confessed to nuna and quietly went back to set chores. Better than giving her false hope.
*****
On days acting didn't go well, sex with Bora nuna got way more intense.
"Ahng, ahng! There... yes! Eut! Y-Yes, curse at me, hurry!"
At some point, she said mixing in dirty words got her super turned on. Not my taste, but if nuna likes it.
"Kuh, you fucking slut. Even after pounding you like this, this pussy doesn't get boring. Feels good getting railed by a hot guy, huh?"
"Haht, haak... Y-Yeah, love it. Haaaang...! So good, I'm gonna die! Heut!"
Bora nuna loves being on top. She usually finishes missionary for me, but when she's this hyped like today, she rides to the end.
"But how long you gonna stay on leave? Not going back to school?"
"Dunno yet. Wonder if I even need to."
"Why? Everyone else is dying to get in, and you're complaining like you're full."
"Honestly, no interest in school studies. Went to college just to live easier after the orphanage—nothing grand."
After our first fuck, I'd told nuna I was orphanage-raised. Most people slap on colored glasses once they know, so I avoid family talk. But nuna didn't seem the type.
Sure enough, she just went, "So what?" without a care.
"Hng, then how about learning manager work for real?"
She'd gotten a call from a section chief she knew at her old agency.
They urgently needed a road manager—introduce a reliable friend.
"This is basically set extra work. Join an agency proper, start as road, get recognized from the bottom up to section chief, team lead."
"Up to where? CEO?"
"Pretty much. Network wide, hook investors right, and plenty of managers go indie. Hell, I could invest."
Start a management company, huh. Never crossed my mind.
"Can you just whip up a company like that? And what celeb would join seeing me?"
"That's why build connections from the bottom. This industry's people-trading anyway. As for talent... when you start your agency, I'll be your first actor."
Nuna's usual relaxed face was dead serious now—tense, even. This was basically a proposal.
I'm not into marriage, and neither is nuna—work and pleasure first. But now she wants me by her side. No marriage or cohabitation; our thing's too ambiguous for that. Fuckbuddies-plus, maybe?
So, tie it to work. Agency CEO and actress—office wife and husband vibes. She'd thought it through.
I pulled nuna's waist close, drawing her tight into my arms. Beyond her jiggling breasts, her heartbeat sounded louder than ever today.