Chapter Title: 02. Emilia
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"R-Representative!! This is bad!!!"
A somewhat dim-witted-looking man wearing round glasses burst through the large door.
The woman lounging around like a slob jumped up in surprise.
"Ah! You scared me!! I told you to knock and wait for permission before coming in!!"
"Ah! Th-that...!"
At her scolding, the man floundered, not knowing what to do, then scurried back out.
And then knocked on the already open door—
"Argh, that idiot."
The woman thought, *When the hell is he going to stop doing stupid shit like this?*
She sat up.
The man slunk back in.
"What is it?"
"Uh, w-well... um."
"..."
She looked up at him with a face like she was about to sigh any second, and he adjusted his glasses and took a deep breath.
"Koryo Prestige demanded the list of our affiliated idols and trainees. J-just the young women."
"What? Koryo Prestige?"
"It's the holding company of Koryo Group."
"I know that much!"
The woman who yelled that shot up from her seat and paced around her desk.
"Why would Koryo Group have business with a small company like ours? We haven't done anything wrong, have we?"
"R-Representative? We're not just any small company—we're an Incheon-designated top enterprise. We're classified as a strong small-and-medium enterprise."
"..."
The woman started to snap at him but stopped.
The guy had been clueless like this back in school days too.
No point yelling at him now—it wasn't going to change anything... unfortunately.
"Koryo Prestige is the owner family's errand runners even before it's a holding company. They wouldn't suddenly want info on our girls for no reason. Find out who's behind it. We need to know what they want to figure out how to respond."
"Ah, I already looked into it."
"You did?"
The man handed over some documents he'd pulled out.
"The one who made the request is this woman named Seo Eun-young, and she just became Ko Moo-yeol's secretary today."
"Ah."
The woman took the documents and let out a sigh.
Ko Moo-yeol.
He wasn't famous among the general public, but in the entertainment industry she belonged to, there was no more notorious grandson of Koryo Group.
The guy was a woman- and drug-crazed maniac who'd DM or contact agencies directly the moment he spotted an idol he liked. If he were just some psycho, you could ignore him, but the problem was he was Koryo Group owner family.
"It was bound to happen. Ha..."
The woman ruffled her hair.
Of course, he'd been steadily DMing the idols under her agency, 'Rainbow Miracle'.
He hadn't contacted the agency directly yet—but that ended today.
The day had finally come.
"What should we do?"
"..."
What to do, really.
"...They just asked for the list? No other demands?"
"They asked for photos too."
"No, I mean any other demands besides that."
"Ah! They wanted them grouped by team—"
"Jesus. You idiot."
"Th-there were no other demands! Yes, just the list."
"Ha... With a pervert like that, I figured he'd request specific names or something. No, that's definitely the goal."
It was an open secret that rich bastards played around recklessly with women in entertainment, but Ko Moo-yeol took it to extremes.
Word had spread far and wide in the industry.
If a guy like that was contacting an agency directly, it was obviously for that purpose.
"For now, give them the list as requested, and contact all the girls right now to see if anyone's gotten a recent DM from that guy."
"Yes. U-understood."
Two hours later.
"R-Representative!! This is bad!!!"
The man came bursting in again, shoving the representative's office door like he meant to break it.
"..."
The woman sighed familiarly.
No point even talking.
"So. Did you find out?"
"Ah, yes. Everyone says they haven't gotten any recent contact. But that's not the important part—"
"No recent DMs? So he's just gonna pick from the list like it's a menu? Does he think this is some exclusive brothel or what?"
"Th-that's not the important part, Representative!!"
"Then what is?"
"He's c-coming."
"?"
"Ko Moo-yeol said he's coming here himself!!"
"What?!"
The woman shot up from her chair.
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Skyscrapers zipped past through the window.
As a megacity housing 30 million people, Incheon was crammed full of suffocating high-rises everywhere you looked.
The worst offenders were Songdo Future City, where the upper crust lived, and the newly developed Ganghwa Economic Special Zone.
They'd redeveloped the entire massive island—as big as the mainland—into a chicken-coop metropolis rivaling Hong Kong.
And at the heart of that Ganghwa Economic Special Zone was my destination.
"Hmm... Is that really it?"
Im Soo-ah, gripping the wheel, tilted her head at a photo floating in mid-air.
"Master, no matter how I look at it, they seem totally ordinary. Are these girls really that special?"
"They're special."
They'd become the world's top idols in two years.
They might seem iffy now. Baby fat hadn't fully melted off, so their real faces hadn't emerged yet.
"Heh... Well, I respect your tastes, Master..."
"What good does your respect do me?"
I lightly kicked her seat, meaning *shut up with the nonsense and focus on driving*.
She went, "Eek. S-sorry," and clammed up.
Man, this girl talks too much.
Of course, if the NIS spy sitting next to me said nothing like a statue, that'd be its own problem.
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Rainbow Miracle underground parking lot.
"We've arrived, Representative."
Public time hit, and Soo-ah flawlessly switched to the formal address, opening my door.
Stepping out, I saw a few people from Rainbow Miracle waiting.
Big guys in black suits and a slender woman.
"...What's with her."
The woman at the center muttered that without thinking—she was that striking.
Did I remember her? Nope. First time seeing her, and even rifling through my game knowledge, no match for that face.
She approached.
Wearing a sales smile, but not a great expression.
Felt like she was looking past me with contempt or something?
"Since you asked 'what's with her,' I suppose it's only polite to answer."
She came closer with a sticky voice and handed me her business card.
"I'm Kang Emilia, CEO of Rainbow Miracle. Call me Emilia."
"Emilia?"
The agency CEO?
Her?
"Yes. Shall we head inside first? These aren't things to discuss out here."
"Ah. Sure. Let's do that."
Who'd have thought a girl like this was running an agency.
An actress who switched careers?
Anyway, shocking.
*Guess it's the game world. Beautiful women popping up endlessly.*
She hadn't said anything, but even the average passersby looked incomparable to my old world.
Exaggerating a bit, everyone was hot.
And named NPC types like Im Soo-ah, Seo Eun-young, and this Kang Emilia had even higher-tier looks, making them stand out.
*Blessed world.*
No day my dick dried up in this perfect place.
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""Welcome to Rainbow Miracle!""
"W-welcome..."
We took the elevator to the 10th floor CEO office, where about a dozen women greeted us with bright smiles.
One dim guy mixed in, but whatever.
"Whoa."
I couldn't help but exclaim.
Pretty girls in revealing outfits showing off their personalities, every gaze landing on plump, soft skin.
"Since the young master was coming personally, I hurriedly gathered the ones with open schedules. Please understand we couldn't bring everyone under the circumstances."
Emilia gave a look, and like it was rehearsed, two girls stuck to my sides while the rest swarmed me.
They hooked arms, subtly pressing their chests.
Soft sensation through my forearms, my crotch stirring.
Plus this nice scent...
When they go this hard with the flesh assault, it's tough to hold back.
Emilia checked her watch.
"How about we hold off on business for a bit and relax? I don't mind either way."
"Relax?"
This was entertainment.
From Ko Moo-yeol's memories, agencies had these hospitality teams—mostly ambiguous-position girls who'd debuted but leaned into this, assigned to guys like me.
"CEO, I can handle the business, so please rest. You must be tired from the long trip."
Quick-on-the-uptake Soo-ah chimed in.
"Yeah, oppa. Take a break and chat with us."
"We've got a new song out! We'll show you first!"
Over ten girls pressing in with their scents, and my dick went full mast in seconds.
*...Not like the trainees are gonna run off... Maybe take a quick break?*