Rookie Manager (1)
"Haaah…"
He let out a sigh that sounded like his whole life was collapsing around him. He pushed up the dark circles that had sagged all the way to his nose and scrubbed at both eyes with his fists.
"You're saying you're getting it and bringing it over right now?"
He tried to sound angry, but if you listened closely, the tone was closer to desperate pleading.
"…Yeah. It's a popular product, so it's hard to get. I barely managed to score one pack for now."
"One pack."
Chun Yeonho cut me off.
"What am I supposed to do with one pack? Stick it on someone's nose?"
One pack was about twenty cigarettes, right? That meant twenty smokes. I carefully lowered my eyes under his fiercely burning glare.
I'd given them to Han Ahyoung—so why was Chun Yeonho the one addicted? Don't tell me he'd smoked them all himself.
That aside, I wasn't even sure whether multiple packs would come out of my Pocket. There was a chance the quantity would increase the way it had with the memory gum. Originally it had been single pieces, then a whole container. Maybe the twenty-seventh-century tobacco would come out as a whole carton instead of a single pack.
Suddenly Chun Yeonho raised an empty hand into the air. He spread his index and middle fingers wide, leaving a gap just big enough for a cigarette. Then he brought those fingers to his lips as if he were actually smoking. He mimed an inhale and exhaled a lonely sigh instead of smoke.
"It's on another level. Completely different dimension."
"…"
"That pure white smoke keeps flickering in front of my eyes. I'm addicted to cigarettes right now, and I can't even smoke one."
"Um… well."
"I didn't get it while I was smoking. But now that I can't—I'm going crazy. I want to smoke so badly I'm losing my mind."
Chun Yeonho closed his eyes and grabbed my shoulders.
"If I could just take one more drag, I wouldn't ask for anything else. Please. Seriously."
Both hands clutching my shoulders trembled violently.
"Please. For real!"
"About Ahyoung…"
I hesitated for a second over how to address her. We were outside—should I just say Actress Ahyoung? Or… Noona?
Right then the car door opened and Han Ahyoung stepped out.
A black dress that made her superior figure impossible to ignore. The hem wrapped around one side, leaving the opposite thigh completely bare. That thigh was glossy and obscenely sexy—enough to make anyone lose their mind just looking at it.
Her expression wasn't any better than Chun Yeonho's. But that only made her more devastatingly seductive. A maturity and decadent beauty far beyond her age made my chest flutter.
Click. Click.
Long legs stretching out in high heels. Even the way she walked was elegant, like a model. It was strange. I was only watching her walk, yet I felt as if those heels were already crushing me underfoot.
I couldn't pull myself together until she was right in front of me. Han Ahyoung stroked my hair as if my dazed reaction was only natural. She was already tall, but in heels she was taller than me. I was a few centimeters under one-eighty—not short by any means, but not exactly towering either. She tilted her chin up and looked lightly down at me.
"Did you miss Noona?"
"…Y-yes."
Han Ahyoung scratched under my chin and made cooing little sounds. The thoroughly dog-like treatment made my face burn red.
"Noona missed Jiwoo too. Thought about you every single day."
I understood exactly what that meant right away.
"At first I was just irritated that I couldn't even smoke regular cigarettes. Kept thinking, 'You only gave me one pack of this?'"
"…"
"But Team Leader Chun was suffering even worse than me. So I barely held on."
Han Ahyoung whispered right against my ear.
"I shook that tiny little Sundoong-i Sochu smaller than a cigarette♥ and made him spray cull-juice everywhere until I could finally endure it♥"
Twitch♥
I glanced at Chun Yeonho—his face full of exhaustion and anxiety. The fatigue… wasn't from the cigarettes. It was from having all the protein drained out of him.
Team Leader Chun—that was how she meant for me to address Chun Yeonho from now on. She seemed to be teaching me the set nicknames in advance. …Did that mean I was supposed to call her Noona even on set?
Without warning, Han Ahyoung's fingers closed around my already-hard cock.
"What did you even do to get hard already? Want to shake that Sochu in front of Noona?"
Twitch♥
The moment she grabbed my cock, my back snapped straight and my whole body locked up. I'd thought it before, but Han Ahyoung's hands were far too skilled. She gripped my cock with her fingers the exact same way my little sister did… yet the sensation was completely different.
"You can shake it if you want—but only if you hand over those delicious cigarettes and pretend you don't know anything."
Han Ahyoung gently shook my cock—my Sochu. The root of the Sochu trapped between her thumb and index finger swayed with it, and an indescribable pleasure surged up. It felt like she was depositing pure ecstasy straight into my prostate. Her technique was on another level. I really… felt like I was breaking, degenerating, falling apart.
And so—
"Noona can ruin Cookie completely♥"
Shake♥
Alarm bells rang inside my head.
"I can make it so you can't cum unless it's Noona's fingers♥"
Shake♥
"I can train you into a degenerate who spends his whole life gooning while thinking about Noona♥"
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥
Han Ahyoung looked at my face and delivered the verdict.
"You have to offer up the cigarettes. Noona wants them."
"…Y-yes. Yes."
The word "offer" made me remember paying tribute money to Park Seoh-ah. If I offered the cigarettes as tribute too…
Flare♥
My lips and nostrils flared open on their own. I nodded with difficulty, legs trembling. Han Ahyoung rubbed my Sochu with that uncanny hand technique.
"Hah…♡"
My hips jerked and pre-cum leaked out in a long shiii—. My eyes rolled back and a heated breath spilled from my mouth.
"Don't even think about it♥ You'll break♥"
Dribble.
"Getting hard while submitting to Noona♥ Getting played with however she wants♥"
Dribble. Dribble.
"Degenerating into a male who can't even breed♥ Thinking about nothing but Noona all day long♥"
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥
Semen filled my balls little by little, spreading the head of my cock open. Right on the verge of helplessly spilling everything, every sensation vanished like a mirage.
"Ah…"
Only my ragged breathing remained in reality. Han Ahyoung had pulled her hand away with perfect precision one step before climax. Every part of my body that had been primed to fire lost its momentum, went limp, and left me drained of strength. I didn't even know whether the wetness soaking my underwear was cum or pre-cum—I just stood there with my shoulders heaving.
"If you want to cum, bring the cigarettes. I'll finish shaking that desperate little Sochu for you."
I couldn't meet Han Ahyoung's haughty gaze and looked away. Her eye level felt as high as the sky itself—something I could never reach.
And so I promised to offer up the cigarettes and was finally allowed to leave.
When I climbed into the driver's seat of the van, Park Seoh-ah was rubbing her eyes in the passenger seat, apparently just waking up. She stared at me steadily. I swallowed for no reason and asked,
"What is it…?"
"Cookie's face is all red. Did you go into heat just from seeing Ahyoung? Hornier for her than for Master?"
I sucked in a sharp breath and shook my head. Watching her expression carefully, I explained what had just happened. Just… Han Ahyoung had grabbed my cock and threatened me, so I had no choice. Under the spell of Park Seoh-ah's big round eyes, I spilled every last detail.
Park Seoh-ah smiled brightly and pulled me into a hug.
"I'm not scolding you. It's okay. Calm down."
She lifted her top and stuffed my head inside. A thick body scent stabbed wildly into my nostrils. I reeled, drunk on the smell, and buried my nose straight into her chest, clinging tightly.
"It's okay, Cookie. Ahyoung can't train you."
"…"
"Cookie's already broken by Master's female musk♥ Brainwashed so thoroughly you can't escape♥"
Twitch-twitch♥
"You have to lose while smelling it♥ Feel good while you're losing♥"
Breathing gradually became harder. My brain ran short on oxygen and filled up with that sweet body scent instead. I was losing to nothing more than a smell—and feeling good about it.
"Who does Cookie belong to?"
"Master… Master's."
"Who did Cookie offer body and mind and everything to?"
"Master…♡ It's Master♡"
Squish♥
My face was crushed into soft breasts. A dizzying sensation like my brain was being mashed along with it. I completely lost to the damp valley of Park Seoh-ah's chest. My trained body reacted hypersensitively to her female musk and urged me to submit.
Dribble. Dribble. Dribble.
"You came again just from smelling♥ Pathetic♥ Trash♥"
Twitch-twitch-twitch♥
"Get hard imagining offering money to Master♥ Hard♥ Hard♥"
Throb♥
"Feel good imagining paying tribute to Master♥ Getting dumber feels so happy♥"
I kept inhaling that addictive scent for a long time. Even after cumming, my cock stayed rock-hard. Eventually I slowly sat up. My eyes were still unfocused, mouth hanging open. It felt like it would take even longer to come back to myself.
Park Seoh-ah smoothed my messy hair and said,
"Hey, Cookie. Getting turned on by Ahyoung isn't your fault."
"…"
"Cookie's a severe masochist who can't defy any woman. When a superior woman like Master touches you, you have no choice but to offer body and mind."
She pinched my cheek.
"But it's okay. From now on I'll make you crazy only for Master."
Smack♥
"I'll turn you into a puppy who only looks at Master."
Nibble♥
Park Seoh-ah lightly licked and bit my lips. Then she whispered to my dazed face.
"For now… don't even think about Chaeeun. Just look at Master. That way you'll become Master's more easily."
Peck, peck. Smack♥
"Got it?"
Peck, peck. Smack, smack♥
"You understand, right?"
Peck, peck. Smack, smack. Smoooch♥
"Cookie only thinks about Master."
"…Yes♡"
Only belatedly did I realize Chun Yeonho's calls had been coming nonstop. When he asked where I was, I finally started the car. Park Seoh-ah leaned back against the seat and her head began to droop.
"Ah… is the car just too comfortable? I need a little more sleep. Sorry, Cookie."
"It's fine. Sleep well. I'll wake you when we arrive."
"I should be keeping you company, hehe. But sleep just keeps pouring over me."
"I… get turned on just from being next to Master. So even if you just stay beside me, I'm happy…"
I was rambling so badly I couldn't even figure out what I'd said after the words left my mouth. Park Seoh-ah simply closed her eyes and smiled.
"You can hold Master's hand. Interlace our fingers the way Cookie likes."
I carefully laced our fingers together. I fidgeted while holding that soft hand. Then I felt the sticky mess in my lower half. I needed to stop at a rest area soon.
Park Seoh-ah fell into a soft, quiet sleep almost immediately. She'd been staring at her script until dawn again today. You could see how desperately she wanted to stand out more than anyone else in this Ghost Story Company drama. Even supporting or bit roles sometimes left a stronger impression than the leads. Scene-stealers, they called them.
Whether she originally loved acting or was just the type to give everything her absolute best no matter what she did—knowing Park Seoh-ah's personality, it was probably the latter. I wanted to help her as much as I could.
Thankfully the Cloud Doll's effect seemed to be working properly. The first time she rode in the van today she'd opened her eyes wide and praised it. She'd sat there, eyelids growing heavy, and drifted off. Same thing now.
Originally I'd planned to show her the Cloud Doll the day it appeared, but greed got the better of me. More useful items might come out of the Pocket, after all. I wanted to decorate the van more and then reveal it. But nothing else came out besides the Cloud Doll.
Come to think of it—would hanging the Cloud Doll on a bed make the effect even stronger? I hadn't considered that. I should take it to the lodging this time and check. Just creating an environment where she could sleep deeply would definitely help.
These past few days only ingredients from the Chef King's Warehouse had been coming out. I couldn't make the car more mysterious, but the cooking variety had improved, so it wasn't all bad.
Today, though—the cigarettes needed to come out. I'd deliberately waited until I met Chun Yeonho. With someone wanting them this desperately, surely they'd appear.
After driving a little while I stopped at the rest area where I'd arranged to meet him. Park Seoh-ah was sleeping so deeply I didn't wake her. I changed my underwear in the bathroom and came out to find a woman wearing sunglasses, a mask, a hat, and a coat. Even with her face and figure hidden, the elegance and nobility that couldn't be concealed belonged unmistakably to Han Ahyoung.
Only—beside her, Chun Yeonho was wearing an expression like the world had ended.
Something must have happened. I shook the water off my hands and walked toward them.