Preparing the Conquest
Bora unnie didn't wake up until they pulled up in front of the house. He turned off the engine and stared at her peacefully sleeping face. He still couldn't forget the words she'd said when they first met at the host bar five years ago: Let me buy you some clothes, so let's meet outside. Now she was the goddess of Cannes, the ageless beauty everyone fawned over, but to him, she hadn't changed much at all.
It had been a while since he'd carried her like a princess, and she was still as light as ever. It was heartbreaking that she loved sweets so much but always held back for fear of gaining weight. Guess she was still picky about her eating these days. No wonder she stayed this light.
She let out a soft mmph and burrowed into his chest. The weight of her full, voluptuous breasts pressed against him, quickening his heartbeat. He needed to reveal his identity soon so he could suck on them to his heart's content, but no good ideas were coming to mind. The Sex Gauge hints were too vague, too.
He punched in the code, and the front door opened with a cheerful beep. Luckily, it was still the same old number.
He laid unnie down in the bedroom and sent a quick message from his private number: I'll take good care of Manager Song, so don't worry. Call if anything comes up.
On the drive back to his officetel, he called Do Mingyu.
"Yeah? What's up?"
"There's a PD named Yoon Seokhui in SBC's drama department. I need to meet her—can you set it up for me, hyung?"
"Why not contact her yourself? You're still JH Entertainment's CEO. She'd say yes in a heartbeat if you asked."
"The department head's one of Hyungpil's lackeys. If I reach out, Yoon PD might get the wrong idea. You're Stardust's CEO now, so say it's just a courtesy call."
"Putting a former band guy in the CEO seat and now this? Fine, whatever, man."
"Thanks, hyung."
Yoon Seokhui was a star PD who'd shifted from variety shows to dramas, cranking out multiple hits. He remembered her from the thriller that aired earlier this year, which featured a bunch of actors from his company.
The Sex Gauge didn't show her for no reason.
To get involved with Yoon Seokhui, drama was the obvious route. But what was he supposed to make with her? He had no money, no scenarios, no staff—and worst of all, no actors.
Hold on... actors?
A vague picture formed, but Bora unnie didn't fit the actor slot. To use a star of her caliber, he'd need a production on her level. JH Entertainment might pull it off, but just him and Mingyu hyung? No chance.
— Actress Kang Bora
— Yoon Seokhui PD
— Mysterious woman
— Drama contest
Those four keywords were the core of this conquest. First, he'd meet Yoon PD and ask about the contest. Being in the same industry, she'd know something. A quick search showed the contest had already ended and was in judging. With reviews taking about three months, winners wouldn't be announced until year's end. As an outsider, he had no way to know who entered.
"Hello. I'm Yoon Seokhui. Yongho insisted I meet you, and I almost missed out. Glad I did—such a handsome CEO. Haha!"
Who's Yongho?
Madam Hyung.
Ah.
It didn't even surprise him anymore.
Yoon Seokhui PD was a fun person. Her thick-rimmed glasses, droopy eyes, and slightly upturned lips gave a cynical first impression, but a few words revealed she was quick with jokes and not at all stiff like some star PDs.
"Thanks for making time. I know it wasn't an easy spot for you."
"Because of Executive Director Park Hyungpil?"
"Yeah. Seems SBC still thinks he's JH Entertainment's CEO."
He'd thrown a jab on purpose, but Yoon PD just shrugged like it was none of her business.
"I'm not really into that scene anyway. And I'm not SBC staff anymore."
"Transferring?"
She must've gotten offers from cable networks or production companies.
"No official announcement yet, but I already submitted my resignation. Unemployed for now. Haha."
"Someone like you must've gotten killer terms."
"It's not just the terms—I want more freedom. I might look like a goody-two-shoes, but I actually love edgy stuff."
"Terrestrial TV has a lot of restrictions, yeah."
"Don't get me started. They bitched endlessly about some heavy gore. It's a psychopath killer—you gotta slice 'em up for the character to breathe. Not like it's for kids."
That level of intensity would've only worked on OTT adult dramas or movies. How she'd lasted on broadcast TV was a miracle.
"I've got a project in mind that's not just gory but dives into gay themes and underage prostitution. No way on terrestrial. This works out perfect."
She went on about it for ages. Once she hit her specialty, it was like a motor in her mouth—a barrage that even made Mingyu hyung flinch in memory. But he had a goal, so he nodded along patiently.
"Oops, I talked your ear off. Sorry. I lose it when work comes up."
"No worries. I got the scoop on your next project—win-win for me."
"This one's pricey, so not right away. Thinking content production companies, cable variety, web dramas—anything broadcast hasn't touched."
"Web dramas?"
"Dramas for web platforms. Low budget, so companies love 'em. Nail the word-of-mouth, and views explode. Some even shoot promo dramas in this format instead of ads."
Low cost and promo potential perked his ears right up. Right—no need to go full drama with Yoon PD.
"Planning any promo dramas yourself?"
"If the actor and script are solid, sure. I'm not some stuffy network PD anymore. Haha."
The path was clearing. Time for the final clue.
"Oh, PD. About that drama contest that just wrapped..."
"Yeah? Why?"
The Sex Gauge had flashed from Yoon PD to the contest poster. Someone connected to her must've entered—probably that horn-rimmed glasses woman in the middle. Time to probe.
"Did you review first-round entries?"
"Ugh, don't remind me. Mandatory for drama PDs, and I was the idlest, so they dumped a ton on me. At least three, four hundred scripts."
"As you might've heard, I'm going independent soon. Snagging actors is easy, so once the company's set, I'll build a production team. Scripts are the real hurdle, right? Any promising contest entries? Hook me up."
"In that case, gotta recommend Soi."
"Soi?"
"Moon Soi, an aspiring writer who entered this time. Actually, I nudged her to submit."
She was the cousin of her best friend, apparently a pretty popular web novel author.
"I read it on her rec—super fun. Characters pop right off the page, and the story and scenes are perfectly TV-ready. Kept pushing her to try broadcast writing."
"I know someone who was a pure lit author. Took a writers' association course and now she's killing it as a TV writer."
Pure bullshit, of course. How would he know anyone like that?
"You know your stuff. Soi finished the full creative program there too. She was floundering, so I told her to enter the contest."
Puzzle complete. That was the woman he'd been looking for.
"Introduce us? Let me reserve her early."
"Easy enough, but you sure? She's still just aspiring..."
"If you vouch for her eye, I'm sold."
Yoon PD happily shared the contact. Debut status didn't matter. Hearing she was a web novel writer sparked an idea for what to have her do.
"Haah! Haaang... O-oppa, a bit lower. Hnngh!"
Soyoung had jotted a new position she wanted to try in the sex diary. Her ideas were an endless fountain.
Today's was the Amazon position, a variant of cowgirl where the woman dominated extremely.
"Oppa’s dick is so long, this is possible... Ahng, feels so good."
He lay back with legs spread, cock erect; she straddled his bent thighs and ass, sliding down onto it. Like missionary but reversed—so if your dick wasn't long, it barely filled half her pussy. Big dick exclusive, basically.
Squelch, squelch. Slurp, slurp. Slap! Slap!
"Hnnngh, this... takes effort to move, haht... but oppa’s cock scrapes my walls so hard. Too good."
He just lay there thrusting his hips occasionally; she pumped from above while twisting her waist. The insertion friction was intense—huge stimulation for him too. He'd have to try it with Seolhwa later.
Squelch, grind. Smack, smack.
Face-to-face at first, then she spun around, devouring and spitting his cock faster. Challenging a tougher angle to hit the opposite wall.