Chapter 60
Time was literally flying by.
How had we ever managed to take an entire day off?
Days so insanely busy that the time I’d spent drinking with my friends felt unbearably precious kept coming one after another.
‘Oasis. Oasis.’
I had to see them at least once in the middle of all this.
After the conversation I’d had with CEO Cheon Tae-o, I had to go see the Oasis girls.
That was what I kept thinking, but I never had the time to actually do it.
How was that any different from someone who said, “Let’s grab a meal sometime,” but never followed through?
“No, but. Seriously. I’m busy.”
Typical Korean.
No, but. You can’t leave out seriously.
Usually, genuinely popular groups had two title tracks or something like that.
Exaggerating a bit, we already had three completed title tracks.
And because of Kim Gi-bok’s endless enthusiasm—he said he could see a light whenever he watched our girls sing and dance right in front of him, as long as I was there—we had two more title tracks scheduled.
That made five title tracks in total.
‘No, but seriously, what the fuck is so funny is that Kim Gi-bok always says he sees a light whenever our girls sing and dance right in front of him. Wouldn’t that mean he should be going blind?’
[When I see this, Master really does say “no” a lot. Should I count how many times you use it a day?]
As befitted title tracks, the choreography was naturally ready, too.
In my opinion, it wasn’t quite as intense as the first song, Radiance.
But according to the girls, who were learning the choreography directly from Julia, both Endless and Pineapple were just as intense.
They said doing a one-hour plank would be easier.
“I don’t think it’s that bad.”
“Then you do it with us, Team Leader!”
It was like this every time.
No.
But if I was going to dance myself, I wouldn’t bring you girls here and play the team leader’s role.
I’d have debuted as an idol myself.
Right?
All the songs were under three minutes.
Even though a few seconds of rest were built into their individual parts instead of the group choreography, the girls still had to sweat buckets every time a song ended.
By now, they really were celebrities, with skin as white as snow.
Their hair removal was perfect, too.
They’d gotten so clean that even their crotches looked like they’d all turned into smooth, white pussies.
Maybe that was why.
Lately, the girls kept subtly showing me the spots they’d shaved.
Da-young kept asking me to lick her armpits. Fuck.
I don’t know why, but Seong Se-ri asked me to lick her toes, too.
[And yet, when they ask, he does it. That’s our Master.]
[Well, more like… honestly, I didn’t mind, so I did it.]
The girls’ toes and armpits smelled good.
They didn’t stink at all.
Maybe because they were always so clean.
Or maybe because they were born pretty.
Ahem.
Anyway.
“Team Leader, hurry up. It’s my break.”
Always’s breaks were completely different from those of other groups.
Usually, everyone took a break together.
These girls took theirs separately.
The reason went without saying.
Gil Min-seo, with her adorable round eyes and the smile she always wore, took my hand and dragged me to the emergency stairwell right next to the practice room.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, she pulled down my pants and gave my cock a quick suck.
Then she braced her hands against the wall.
She stuck her ass out and spread her pussy right away.
“Hurry, Oppa. I’m going to collapse like this.”
“I feel like I might collapse, too, at this rate.”
The biggest reason our girls could handle such an intense schedule was, obviously,
me.
[The Blessing of Sex has grown quite powerful.]
[The condition of anyone you have sex with improves significantly.]
[Anyone you have sex with recovers a great deal of stamina.]
[Anyone you have sex with experiences immense pleasure.]
Without the power of the Blessing of Sex, there was no way they could handle such an unreasonable practice schedule.
“Haaaa! Hah. Uhn. I-I feel alive. Haaaa! Hng! Ah. Aaaaaah! Oppa. Haaaaah!”
Min-seo was drenched in sweat and panting wildly, looking happier than she’d ever been.
I fondled Min-seo’s breasts and thrust my hips.
The sweat and heat from Min-seo’s body traveled through my hand and into me.
Even I, exhausted from thrusting my hips every day, got a little energy back.
These days, rather than getting hard just from looking at the girls,
I’d say I was putting up a dutiful defense as their supportive team leader.
Seeing this, I guess humans really do get used to anything.
Even sex this pleasurable,
even with my cock shoved into the pussy of such a cute female idol,
it didn’t have the same impact as the first time.
Squish. Squish—.
“Haaaa! Ah! It feels so good! Hnnng!”
The girls, on the other hand, had gotten used to it over time,
but they only wanted it more.
I could understand what the female health teacher who’d taught me sex ed back in school meant when she said women got more lewd than men as they got older.
“Aaaah! Oppa. Hng. Cum deep inside me. If you want, you can really do it from behind today. Haaaa. Min-seo’s back… hole is always clean. I wash it so you can put it in whenever you want. Hng!”
“Yeah, yeah. Someday. If we get the chance, Oppa will put his cock in your asshole, too. For today, be satisfied with this.”
Smack—!
I spanked her ass and came deep inside her.
“Haaaa. Hng. Hng……”
Only after I’d ejaculated inside her womb twice did Gil Min-seo finally catch her breath, seeming “a little” satisfied.
If we hadn’t been practicing right now, Min-seo would definitely have begged for two more rounds.
[Not long ago, even after I’d held them three times each, the girls would quietly back off. Now they’re subtly licking their lips.]
‘Am I going to break my dick at this rate?’
It wasn’t like I was masturbating once a day.
I was handling four women a day.
Lately, I even felt like my cock was starting to bend in one direction when I wasn’t hard.
“Mwah. I’m going back to practice, Oppa.”
“Yeah. Work hard.”
Recharged by my cum, Min-seo ran back to the practice room before her sweat had even dried.
I gave her a hollow wave as I watched her go, then quickly shook my head.
“This isn’t the time for this.”
If I remembered right, Lee Da-young was next after Min-seo.
The break between them was only about thirty minutes at most.
I had a mountain of things to do before then.
“Let’s see. I need to get the initial budget for the music video shoot finalized today.”
We’d already hired nearly all the staff, like the director and stylist.
The security team, too.
There was no need to borrow Nobel’s power for that.
It was simple. Money could solve it.
If you wanted someone skilled, you just paid them well.
“Let’s see.”
Staff costs. Costumes. Location scouting. Transportation (including airfare). Meals. Lodging. Shooting period, and so on.
After calculating all the various factors and putting together an initial estimate, it came to roughly this.
[170,800,460 won]
[One hundred seventy million, eight hundred thousand, four hundred sixty won]
[170,800,460 won]
“Good grief.”
I’d drawn it up expecting roughly this amount.
But when it really came to nearly 200 million won,
I couldn’t close my hanging jaw.
I mean.
To put it bluntly, how long would an ordinary salaried worker have to save to amass 200 million won?
In this day and age, people can barely afford a 100-million-won home.
We were burning 200 million won on one music video?
On top of that, the Budget Team had initially thought I was only shooting one music video, so they’d even cut down on their own coffee to somehow make it work.
But when I said we needed to shoot three instead of one, they freaked out and tried to stab me in the neck with a fruit knife right there.
“People who handle money and people who don’t really have different mindsets.”
Honestly, I hadn’t expected the Budget Team to react so sensitively.
No. It was the company’s money anyway.
Money, you know.
You spend it, you spend it, right?
What, did I say I’d throw it on the ground?
It was an investment. An investment.
Investments were supposed to be big.
But the Budget Team apparently couldn’t tolerate money being spent so casually.
They gave me a proper dressing-down, insisting I cut and cut the budget for shooting three music videos back to back, however I could.
I’m not lying.
If I’d pushed my luck any further, my parents—haha. They were about to start cursing out my parents, too.
‘Fuck, this is hilarious.’
Anyway.
After working out the schedule and budget for the three music video shoots,
somehow, it looked like we could manage it for a maximum of 400 million won.
Even that was 400 million only because I’d made the budget incredibly tight.
“Music video production really is expensive.”
Of course, there were definitely cheap music videos out there.
But for a K-pop idol music video, even the camera class was on another level.
“We’ve already spent hundreds of millions on one group. I’m a little worried about when the girls will get their first settlement after debut, too.”
Needless to say,
the idols who debuted gradually paid back part of the money invested in them.
If the debut fell through before they debuted, they wouldn’t have to take on the debt.
But if they successfully debuted, our girls would eventually have to pay back part of this money.
That was why settlements weren’t made right away.
‘Groups that hit it big tend to get paid a little sooner.’
For groups that flopped, there were cases where they didn’t even receive a million won a year after debut.
Seriously.
“Whew. Done.”
Now, if we could just finish shooting the music videos safely and enjoyably in time for our flight,
there really weren’t many major tasks left before debut.
At most, making promotional videos and member introduction videos before debut?
“Whew. Now I can finally catch my breath for a while.”
The girls who were about to debut would have to practice all day, every day, while also keeping up their appearance and studying.
But whatever the case, I wasn’t an idol.
I had some breathing room.
‘This time, I’m really going to visit the Oasis girls.’
I thought that to myself and stood up,
when someone grabbed my hand at the same time.
“Master. No, Team Leader. No, wait, Master. It’s my break. Hurry. Every second counts.”
“Uh. Yeah. Okay.”
Led by Lee Da-young, who always wore the heart choker I’d given her when she practiced,
I pushed her against the wall in the emergency stairwell, which had practically become our private space, raised her arms, and licked her armpits.
“Haaa. Master. Hng. I like that. Hng.”
“But isn’t something kind of strange?”
“What is?”
“Is a master supposed to lick his slave’s armpits? No, I don’t dislike it. I’m genuinely asking.”
“Then I’ll lick your asshole for you, Master.”
Watching Lee Da-young say that so boldly, I nodded.
“I give up. Spread your pussy.”
“Yes, Master. Ah. Pull on my necklace while you do it.”
“All right.”
Having already given up, I grabbed her necklace hard enough to leave her a little short of breath, as she wanted, and thrust into her roughly.
Smack. Smack. Smack—.
Lee Da-young especially liked it when my thighs hit her ass as I pounded her from behind.
At this point, I’d had sex with the girls so many times
that I knew all their preferences.
“Haaaa! Hng!”
She liked having her ass smacked,
while at the same time feeling as if her womb was being lifted upward.
“Haaaa! It feels so good. Hnnnng. Master’s cock is so hard and long. Hng. It feels like it’s going to reach my womb.”
“That’s impossible.”
“It’s just a figure of speech. Just a figure of speech! Hng. Hnnng.”
“……”
After ejaculating inside Lee Da-young, I had to go see the Oasis girls, if only to refresh myself from this lewd lifestyle I’d gotten used to.
“Ah. There they are.”
And.
Found them.
At the corner of the practice room were three cats, letting out nothing but weak sighs.