Chapter 6
So, I'm going to make my own idol group.
And those idols would be women who let me use their holes?
Ha, fuck.
Just imagining it was enough to make my cock spring to life.
‘All right. Why not bring it up and see?’
I'd already fucked Han Hye-eun, too.
And thanks to benefiting from Han Hye-eun's halo in all sorts of ways, things had been going pretty well for me at N&P lately.
I was thinking of at least bringing it up to Team Leader Park Ju-yong, one of the people really in charge, when—
“Fucking hell!!”
The moment I heard Park Ju-yong's booming lion's roar from the office—BANG—I stiffened without meaning to.
Separate from how much I hated the man, the fear etched into my body couldn't be helped.
It wasn't like that bastard had only chewed me out once or twice.
“……What happened?”
As they say, birds of a feather flock together.
I asked Yoon Won-seok, another low-ranking artist manager like me.
Yoon Won-seok, who was also hiding in a corner to avoid Park Ju-yong's eyes, cautiously explained.
“That, uh, what was it? You know the Minimum kids.”
Minimum was N&P's rookie idol group, the one Park Ju-yong had pushed pretty hard for a while.
Well, they were an idol group whose results were neither great nor terrible.
They were all tiny and cute, and their faces were decent, but the problem was their dancing never improved no matter how much they trained.
‘These days, you can fix most things with autotune, so all they really have to do is somehow get through the live performance.’
We both quietly shifted behind a pillar and continued talking.
If Park Ju-yong caught us in that state, he could scold us just for breathing. That wasn't even an exaggeration.
“Minimum released a new song this time, right? Mini Love.”
“Yeah.”
“They did a live performance on a music show.”
“Did they use MR instead of AR, by any chance? That'd be a huge screw-up. Honestly, their live vocals are, well...”
“That would've been better.”
Yoon Won-seok let out a quiet sigh.
“You know that Legend, right?”
“Oh, do you mean AM's Legend?”
“Yeah, that Legend. Stela from Minimum was watching them perform and really seemed to enjoy it.”
Well, she could enjoy it.
Were women not allowed to like male idol performances?
Even idols can appreciate when someone is cool or pretty.
But, well, it was sort of an unwritten rule.
Male idols weren't supposed to get excited over female idol performances, and female idols weren't supposed to get excited over male idol performances.
“The first problem is that she got on Legend's fans' nerves.”
“Yeah.”
“And the real problem is, it might not just be a rumor or suspicion.”
“Huh?”
“……Apparently, someone got a picture of Stela getting into a car with one of the Legend members. The article hasn't come out yet, but someone posted a photo like that on Legend's community site…… And it even looks like she was holding a condom. Haha……”
My God.
I couldn't close my hanging-open mouth.
Like I said before, Minimum—
The girls in that group had been barely scraping by by selling their cute, innocent image to uncle fans and all sorts of men.
If a scandal broke that the woman who could be called the group's leader might've fucked a male idol……
“Aaaaaagh!! You fucking whores!!”
I could understand, to some extent, why Park Ju-yong had turned into a wild boar in the office.
‘Ha, they say the quiet ones are the worst.’
Stela especially had a quiet, innocent image.
Whenever I passed her at work, she'd greet me with an adorable little “Hewwooo,” like a baby, and I'd grin like an idiot too.
Thinking that maybe she'd been unable to resist wanting to fuck a handsome idol...
‘……That's kind of hot.’
It made me want to fuck her too, for no reason.
No, that wasn't what mattered right now. Park Ju-yong was currently in a state of ‘absolute fury.’
Even if I complimented him right now, he'd definitely take it as an insult.
Of course.
“What do you think would happen if I went to Team Leader Park Ju-yong right now and said, ‘I want to put together a new idol group. Please give me one chance’?”
In response to my question, Yoon Won-seok demonstrated a certain action without even a second's hesitation.
He held both hands out and shoved me in the back.
“I won't even have to go far. I'd push you off a cliff myself, Kim Hyeon-woo. Even if it meant going to prison.”
“Haha, I figured as much.”
Fucking hell!
The timing couldn't be shittier.
‘Ha, it was already absurd to bring it up, but now I can't even open my mouth.’
A low-level manager suddenly going to a team leader and saying, I want to make a girl group of my own.
The odds of getting through by saying, I'll save the company, had already been close to zero.
Now they were actually in the negatives.
[But if not you, Master, there's no one who can save this company as it rolls headlong toward a cliff.]
I, who'd fled to the emergency exit with a vending-machine coffee in hand—slurp—asked,
“Why don't I just leave and start my own company?”
Nobel seemed to shake her head as she replied.
[It would take an enormous amount of time.]
[You've worked in this industry, Master. You know how difficult it is to find and develop an idol group from nothing.]
[Besides, you've already been working at N&P. If you suddenly quit and go off on your own, do you think Team Leader Park Ju-yong will just leave you alone? He already sees you as a thorn in his side.]
“Hmm…… Maybe he'd hire some gangsters and toss me into the Pacific. Even if he got caught and went to prison himself.”
[Exactly right.]
So it was true, you fuck.
[It's true that N&P is going under, but you can't ignore that it's still a fairly big company.]
[That's why starting here is the best option.]
[Just having N&P's name makes it easier to meet all sorts of producers and makeup artists. It gives you a much wider network, in all kinds of ways.]
‘No, fuck. The problem is that I'd need to be given that authority.’
But wasn't I in a situation where I couldn't even ask for that authority? It was already ridiculous, and if I brought it up now……
[There are ways.]
[Just do as I say. You managed to fuck Han Hye-eun plenty, after all. Ah, of course, I've recovered almost all of the sexual blessing I gave you. Even God won't let you coast on that forever.]
“Would it kill you to make things easy?”
[That wouldn't be fun.]
[In a way, God sending me to you in the first place is a form of entertainment for God. So give God as much enjoyment as possible. Then God will send you all kinds of gifts, not just the sexual blessing.]
“Well, just making my dick incredible was already one hell of a gift.”
It might not be as good as when I had the sexual blessing.
But even with just this dick, I could satisfy Han Hye-eun to some extent.
[For now, wait. It's not time yet.]
[I'll give you instructions at lunchtime, so just follow them. Then, even if it's only temporary, you'll be able to get the authority of a team leader.]
[From then on, we'll get busy scouting the girls who'll become the best group in South Korea.]
‘Okay, I'm counting on you.’
[Hehe, trust me! Who do you think I am?]
“A killer partner, right?”
[Hell yeah! Now this is what I call work!]
To kill time until lunch—and avoid Park Ju-yong—I thought I'd meet Han Hye-eun and have lunch with her.
[Han Hye-eun: Oppa, I'm sorry. I have an important prior engagement today.]
Normally, she'd come running over happily and want to suck my dick, whether in the emergency exit, the bathroom, or on the rooftop.
Or in an empty practice room.
From the way she'd put it, she must really be busy.
And I was about to get busy, too.
“Hey, Kim Hyeon-woo!! Fuck, with this whole mess going on, you're looking at your phone? You think you're somebody now just because things have been going well lately from sticking close to Han Hye-eun? Are you the team leader?”
“……I'm sorry.”
“What? Since the Minimum scandal broke, you want to tell me I'm blind? That's the look you've got.”
Fuck, I'd apologized and bowed my head.
How the hell could he tell what I was thinking from my eyes?
Were his eyes down on his feet or something?
“You think it's easy to make an idol group? Then why don't you try it yourself?”
I almost reflexively asked, ‘Really?’ but quickly shut my mouth and just kept repeating that I was sorry.
[Oh, and just so you know, getting scolded like this is part of building things up, so please take it quietly. Actually, I'd appreciate it if you let him scold you even more intensely.]
“In Han Hye-eun's case, you just got lucky, you bastard. Hye-eun was already starting to get back in form lately, so I was planning to give her another project. Then, by sheer luck, you happened to catch her eye.”
No way.
If I hadn't fucked Han Hye-eun, she'd have hit rock bottom and retired from the entertainment industry.
Well, what was the point of saying that?
Once a stubborn old fart dug in his heels, the only person who could beat him was a superior with a higher rank.
But the only person in this office who outranked Team Leader Park Ju-yong was...
the department head, who barely ever showed his face.
“Call the reporters right away and tell them to pull any stories they have on a Minimum-Legend scandal. Report every single post on the community sites, or get the sites to cooperate and take the damn posts down, fast!!”
“Yes, understood.”
Right, this was a low-level manager's job.
AM was a big company, so they could probably handle this without taking much of a hit.
Or they might even try to pin the whole thing on us.
But could N&P afford to get pissed off about that?
Fuck no. That'd be ridiculous.
If we got worked up and tried to hold AM back, we'd be the ones left with our spines broken.
“Jeez.”
It felt like I'd returned to my old place all over again. I sighed repeatedly and made calls here and there.
The same old shitty feeling of groveling through awkward conversations with people I didn't know.
At times like this, I could relieve some stress by sinking my dick into Han Hye-eun's pussy.
[For lunch, go with Yoon Won-seok to the spicy fried rice with flying fish roe place up ahead.]
‘Oh, good choice.’
I'd been wanting something spicy to ease this frustration.
The instant it turned 11:50, I immediately messaged Yoon Won-seok through the company chat.
[Won-seok, how about the flying-fish-roe fried rice place up ahead for lunch today?]
[Huh? Hmm, I'm not sure. I can't say I'm particularly in the mood for it. Hahaha.]
Normally, I'd say, ‘Oh, is that so?’ and let it slide.
But today was different.
Nobel had told me to eat lunch with Yoon Won-seok there.
[Ah, it's just that I don't want to go there alone. But I'm really craving the flying-fish-roe fried rice. My treat. And I'll buy you an iced Americano after lunch, too. What do you say?]
For someone working at a shitty little company that didn't even cover meal expenses, nothing tasted better than a meal and coffee bought by someone else.
[Oh, suddenly I'm really craving flying-fish-roe fried rice. Haha, let's go together. We'll head out at 12:10. I think Team Leader's leaving around 12:05.]
[Deal!]
I smiled triumphantly as I waited for five minutes to pass, then asked Nobel,
“How's that?”
[You've got a knack for handling people; it's in your bones. You're not frustrating to work with. Since you followed my instructions, I should show you my magic one more time.]
[I promise.]
[Today, Master will receive the rank of acting team leader.]