Chapter 9
The news that I’d been appointed acting team leader through the CEO had probably already spread throughout the company.
Did you think Park Ju-yong would go around spreading the news himself?
As if, fuck.
We hadn’t exactly been on good terms to begin with, but as of today, that bastard and I had become like a lit match and gasoline.
I’m not even kidding. We’d probably explode just from looking at each other.
Then who could it have been?
“Holy shit. This is huge.”
There was someone who’d gone to lunch with me that day, after all.
Yoon Won-seok.
He was probably feeling every emotion under the sun—shock, jealousy, admiration—and blabbing about it to everyone he knew at the company.
Meanwhile, what was I doing?
[Lucky Motel]
Thump, thump, thump-.
Smack, smack, smack-.
“Haaaaah, haaah!! Oppa, haaah, oppa…… Nghhh, mmm!! Congratulations on becoming acting team leader, haaaaaah!!”
“You dirty bitch, you’re congratulating me on becoming team leader with your pussy.”
We’d ducked into a nearby motel and were busy fucking Han Hye-eun.
I kept smacking Han Hye-eun’s sweat-soaked ass, driving my cock into her as if I meant to smash her womb to pieces.
Smelling her skin from behind as she moaned in ecstasy made it all feel undeniably real.
“Ngh, I’m cumming.”
“Haaaaaaaah!!”
I poured a load of cum inside Han Hye-eun’s pussy, squeezing her breasts so hard it felt like I might tear them off.
“Hng, oppa, are we really okay doing this? Shouldn’t we be a little more careful…… Hyaaah!”
I shoved my index and middle fingers into Han Hye-eun’s mouth as she said something so damn cheeky, then tugged hard. When I started thrusting again, she quickly began howling like an animal.
“Don’t give me that shit, you bitch. You’re the one who swayed your ass and suggested we come to a motel. And this makes it even hotter, doesn’t it?”
“Haaah, yes. Yes, you’re right, oppa. Haaah……!!”
It was thrilling. Stimulating. Bold.
In situations like this, I planned to act even more recklessly, as if I were decisive and fearless.
It made me feel so alive.
You only live once. Shouldn’t you enjoy it properly?
More importantly.
[God was impressed by your initiative, Master. I’ll restore a small portion of your sexual blessing.]
[From now on, the women you fuck will feel a little more favorably toward you.]
[From now on, the women you fuck will see a slight improvement in their condition and abilities.]
[Have sex with all kinds of women.]
[The more you do, the more your sexual blessing will grow, and God will bring you all sorts of gifts as well.]
Yeah.
Wasn’t that what God wanted?
Something stimulating.
God wanted a doll to put on an entertaining show. Then I’d have to deliver, wouldn’t I? That was entertainment, after all.
Giving the audience catharsis.
“Hng, hnn…… I’m, haaah, truly happy for you becoming acting team leader, oppa. Haaah, but I’m a little disappointed. I wanted you to be my exclusive manager.”
Bullshit.
What would I gain by becoming Han Hye-eun’s exclusive manager?
At best, I’d get to keep fucking her like her personal dildo.
Sorry, but I wasn’t going to be satisfied with that.
If I’d started this, I had to see it through to the end.
“That sounds good, too. But, Hye-eun.”
“Aah!!”
I gripped Han Hye-eun’s hair like reins and pulled her toward me, twisting the tip of my cock against her cervix as I spoke.
“Shouldn’t a man have big dreams?”
“Haaaaah, hng!! Oppa, your cock…… It feels so good, haaaah……”
“Being your exclusive manager sounds good, too. But I want to dream bigger. Yeah, for example.”
I slammed into her harder and said,
“I’d like to be the CEO.”
“……!”
“The CEO. Ha, that’s got style. No, Cheon Tae-oh, the CEO. He had real style. A little scary, too.”
Han Hye-eun’s pussy clenched even tighter.
“Haaaaah, right. A man should have that kind of ambition. Hng, I like you even more now, oppa. I’ll squeeze you tighter, so make me feel even better.”
“Yeah, fuck. A man who gets to fuck Han Hye-eun like this ought to have that much going for him.”
“Haaaaaaaah!!”
Once again, I poured a load of cum inside Han Hye-eun’s pussy.
Afterward, she took care of the cleanup with her mouth, and we showered together before striding confidently out of the motel.
“Oh, oppa. Don’t go straight to the company. Come somewhere with me first.”
“Where?”
Han Hye-eun took me to a luxury suit shop near the company.
As soon as we arrived, she had me try on several top-of-the-line suits, then immediately paid 5.4 million won in full for one of them.
“Wear this to work from now on.”
“Thanks.”
I didn’t refuse.
“Even if you’ve become acting team leader, you probably won’t have any real authority. Team Leader Park won’t let you get away with anything, for starters. Even the people who might think it’s exciting at first will soon start getting jealous or trying to bring you down instead of supporting you.”
Someone might think Han Hye-eun was being too pessimistic, but that was reality.
And that was the entertainment industry for you.
“If you’re going to fight in a place like that, you need a suit like this. They say a suit is an office worker’s battle uniform, right? And don’t forget I bought it for you. In an industry full of enemies everywhere you look, at least I’m on your side.”
“I won’t forget.”
I tightened my tie a little and whispered in Han Hye-eun’s ear.
“I’ll fuck you whenever you get bored, so don’t get too worked up. Thanks.”
“Mmm……”
After picking out a decent pair of shoes to go with it, I cautiously returned to the N&P building.
The automatic doors slid open with a buzz, and today they felt much slower than usual.
I stepped through the fully opened automatic doors.
It stung.
It prickled.
Countless gazes followed me, from the first floor to the second.
I wondered if Yoon Won-seok had really spread the news that widely, but
that wasn’t it.
“Well, look at that, our company’s savior…… No, Mr. Kim Hyeon-woo, who’s become acting team leader, has arrived.”
Park Ju-yong, who’d been lounging on a chair on the first floor, rose from his seat, clapping.
The moment I saw him, I understood.
That bastard had set this up to crush my spirit.
“Our Team Leader Kim Hyeon-woo here is personally going to step up and save our company, which is hanging by a thread. Good grief. I guess those of us who’ve worked hard all this time must look like a bunch of payroll thieves to him.”
Park Ju-yong wasn’t a good person by any means, but I had to give him credit for his ability to control the room.
Even without him saying anything, the people looking at me weren’t exactly friendly.
Well, from one perspective, I’d openly committed insubordination.
And to top it off, a low-level manager who’d been on the same level as them—or even lower—just an hour ago had suddenly shown up as a team leader?
Even if they tried to think well of me, the more they thought about it, the more it could piss them off.
Because the guy who’d had to meet their demands just yesterday might now turn around and make demands of his own.
“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you this, Team Leader Kim.”
Park Ju-yong had come right up to me and was roughly brushing off my shoulders.
Even though these were brand-new clothes and there wasn’t a speck of dust on them.
“I hope you don’t pull that shit and make us run around for you, only to call on us whenever you need something.”
He was staking his claim in advance.
Don’t think you can just use N&P’s staff however you please.
At this rate, I might end up being a team leader who works alone.
“And obviously, don’t try to poach any of our talented trainees who are about to debut or waiting to be selected for a group.”
This might be a bit of a complication.
K-pop idol trainees spent well over five years training on average. Of course, there were certainly exceptions—kids who debuted and succeeded after a short period, even just a year.
Still, the data showed that the longer they trained, the more likely they were to perform steadily and achieve great results on TV and elsewhere.
But I trusted Nobel.
No matter what the hell I did here, there was no way Park Ju-yong would make any concessions to me.
In that case, I’d just have to go head-on.
“Sure, I’ll handle it. The kids are certainly talented, but in the end, you’re the one who picked them, Team Leader. Like I said earlier.”
I brushed Park Ju-yong’s shoulder just as he’d brushed mine.
“I think I have a much better eye for talent.”
More precisely, Nobel, the god-tier AI, had the better eye for talent.
“Ha……”
Park Ju-yong tried to act calm, but finally let out a scoff, his left eyebrow twitching like crazy.
He must’ve been seriously pissed.
Fuck, the two of us had already crossed a bridge we couldn’t go back over.
At this point, it was either him or me.
“That suit. Hye-eun bought it for you, didn’t she? There’s no way a guy like you could afford a high-end suit like that.”
“Yeah, well, Hye-eun and I have gotten pretty close.”
“Hye……eun?”
He’d thought he was the only one who could call her that.
When I spoke even more casually than he did, Park Ju-yong’s eyebrow twitched again.
Bringing up Han Hye-eun had been Park Ju-yong’s mistake.
Han Hye-eun was a woman who’d spread her legs even on the street if I told her to. If we were trading blows over her, I was guaranteed to win.
“……Hye-eun wasted her money. A suit like that doesn’t look right on a piece of shit like you. They say clothes make the man, but I guess that doesn’t apply to you, huh?”
“Well, I think I look better than a paunchy old man. I’m still in my twenties, after all.”
I wondered if Park Ju-yong might throw a punch right then and there.
Still, drawing on the extreme patience that had gotten him as far as team leader, he clenched his fist and held back.
But it seemed he couldn’t just let it go.
He grabbed me by the collar, yanked me toward him, and growled.
“Fine, go ahead and run your mouth. You have to taste it to tell shit from soybean paste. You’re just watching from a distance, so you think making an idol group is as easy as printing them out of a copier. You need to do everything from start to finish to realize how stupid you sound.”
“The way you do it makes it look easy, Team Leader. Or did you mess it up by making it too easy?”
“You fucking piece of shit. Fine, we’ll see. No, if you fail, the CEO will make a move before I even have to.”
“……”
Hearing Cheon Tae-oh’s name made me tense up.
And Park Ju-yong didn’t seem entirely wrong.
If I screwed up after he’d gone out of his way to back me, Cheon Tae-oh might quietly hire some gangsters and have me stuffed into a cement-filled barrel.
But that was only something to worry about if I failed.
I had Nobel.
“Okay, enough barking.”
“What?”
“Could you show me where the space I’ll be using is?”
At that, Park Ju-yong almost snapped.
I’m not kidding. If there’d been a brick nearby, he might’ve smashed it over my head.
“Hah! Hey, you! Give him one of the empty offices on the fifth floor. Starting today, that’s Acting Team 4, so get that straight!”
“Ah, yes!”
At Park Ju-yong’s words, a female employee who looked like the youngest hurried over and started showing me around.
“This used to be a recording room and studio. There are a lot fewer artists now, so it’s been left empty. You can use it from now on, Mr. Kim Hyeon-woo.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you for showing me around.”
At least the most junior employees didn’t seem to have any particular ill will toward me—or any positive feelings, either.
If I needed staff, I’d have to choose from their ranks.
“Well, if it comes to it, working alone should be fine.”
I had Nobel.
“Nobel.”
[Yes.]
“All right, then. Tell me where the most talented kids are. If I know their locations, I’ll hop in a taxi and go scout them out right away.”
I had no doubt that Nobel, the god-tier AI, would tell me everything from start to finish.
But.
[I’m afraid that’s an impossible request.]
For a moment, I was so stunned I couldn’t even brace myself against the wall beside me, and I fell flat on the floor in a pathetic heap.
“What?”