Chapter Title: I Became a Chaebol Family's Wastrel
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The moment that thought crossed my mind, I saw it.
Emilia's lip curling up in a mocking smirk.
I could tell exactly what she thought of me from that single expression.
A naive punk who was so obsessed with women and drugs that she'd be able to manipulate me just by throwing some pussy at me.
She was sizing me up something like that.
It wasn't wrong, but having her make that face so openly made it hard to just climb on board.
'Gathering idols for a wild orgy? I can do that without this woman's hospitality.'
And girls she'd shove at me the second she laid eyes on me? They'd probably been rolled around in this industry plenty already.
Did I really need to eat up sloppy seconds while getting sneered at right in my face?
'Better to raise my own and keep them all to myself.'
I gently pushed the women away.
The girls who had been clinging to my arms blinked in wide-eyed surprise as they pulled back.
"What are you talking about? Work comes first. Let's get straight to business."
". . ."
Emilia fell silent for a moment, as if she hadn't seen that coming.
She must have pegged me as a total sex maniac.
Well, fair enough.
Considering the shit Ko Moo-yeol had been up to, that was the right call.
Hell, even I was tempted.
My cock was still rock-hard right now.
"In that case, please come to my office."
Emilia nodded to dismiss the women and led me to the representative's office.
". . ."
But for all my bold talk, Emilia's ass swaying in front of me was so damn hot that my erection wouldn't go down.
If anything, it was getting more worked up.
I'd have to take it out on Sua's body once this was over.
The second I sat on the sofa in the representative's office, I got right to it.
Not even waiting for refreshments.
"I want to buy some trainees."
"Pardon? Trainees?"
Sua handed over the list.
All of them were the ones I'd picked.
". . . You asked for the list of celebrities and trainees. So this was your goal."
Emilia took it with a sour look on her face, letting out a soft 'hmm' as she scanned the list.
"None of the celebrities caught your eye?"
"I've got no interest in eating someone else's leftovers."
". . ."
For a split second, she shot me a sly glare before folding the file with the list and setting it on the table.
"If you don't mind me asking, could I know why? What do you plan to do with our agency's trainees after recruiting them?"
"I don't really feel like I owe you an explanation . . . but whatever, you'll find out soon enough. I've just become the CEO of Goryeo Entertainment."
"Goryeo Enter . . . ?"
"Living like a wastrel chaebol heir got boring after a while. People need work to feel alive, don't they? Figured I'd give that a shot."
"So you're saying you're jumping into this industry?"
"That's about the size of it."
She tilted her head and leaned back against the chair.
It was a somewhat arrogant posture, but she was the first one I'd seen strike that pose in front of me.
"Then why did you pick these girls?"
"Gut feeling."
". . ."
"Come on, do I really have to spell it out?"
As she pulled away, I leaned in closer.
Bending toward the table.
"You're getting paid, I'm getting trainees. Simple transaction, isn't it? Doesn't seem like you're all that attached to them anyway."
"That's why I'm asking. Why go after these ones specifically? They're not even top performers."
"If they were any good, you'd sell them off? Nah, you'd be hoarding them."
"You'd be surprised what a fat stack of cash can buy."
"I'm a little short on cash right now."
". . ."
Emilia stared at me for a long while.
No idea what was going through her head, but it looked like some intense calculating.
". . . Dongki."
"Y-Yes? Oh, right, ma'am."
"Bring the contracts for the girls listed here."
"Sh-Should I bring copies . . . ?"
". . ."
What the hell was with this guy.
"I-I'll get them!"
The man called Dongki scrambled out of the room in a panic.
Emilia sighed at his retreating back, then threw out a number off the cuff.
"Five hundred million each. That's my clean handover price."
"Five hundred million? That's steep for trainees."
"You'll change your mind once you see the contracts."
Emilia flashed a seductive smile laced with mockery.
It pissed me off like she was looking down on me, but at the same time, my dick twitched.
She really was stunning—conquering her would be a thrill.
'Pound that pussy.'
I was lost in vulgar fantasies when the dopey guy returned with the contracts.
"Take a look. You'll be satisfied."
"What's so special that justifies five hundred million a pop . . . ?"
. . .
No,
wait a second,
"They're basically slave contracts, as you can see. I picked these girls up straight out of orphanages after they graduated. In exchange for food and a bed."
It was a slave contract in the truest sense.
Profit splits were the least of it—the trainees (Party B) had to obey every command from Party A.
If they thought it unfair and wanted to break it, they couldn't without Party A's agreement, or they'd owe astronomical penalty fees. And if it wasn't terminated, it auto-extended by two years.
'In my past life in Korea, this kind of contract would've been void.'
But this was Magic Incheon 2077 Korea.
Even bullshit like this held full legal weight.
"Lives on the line, huh."
"Exactly. Fresh, pretty girls in their prime."
I didn't agonize long.
At this price, it was a steal.
"I'll take them right now."
.
.
After paying five hundred million each—two and a half billion total—and taking possession of the contracts, I headed to the practice room.
Emilia, the agency CEO, came along too.
"That's our trainees' practice room."
A huge glass wall gave a clear view inside.
Just over ten girls were sweating bullets as they ran through group choreography.
An insane burst of energy poured through the glass.
Emilia opened the door and stepped in.
The trainees kept dancing without stopping.
They only halted when she killed the music with the remote.
Once the speakers went quiet, they finally stopped, panting heavily as they turned around.
"Anyone I call out now, step forward."
She must've ruled them with an iron fist, because her voice made the trainees tremble faintly.
'No surprise from the woman who signs contracts like that.'
"Jeong Min-ah, Kang Eun-chae, Kim Ye-na, Seong Ye-ji, Han Da-hye."
The named girls flinched and shuffled forward hesitantly.
They were in light practice clothes from dancing, so their curves were on full display—perfection.
"Greet him. He's your new master."
". . . Pardon?"
"Young master, here are your girls. Taking them now?"
"Yeah . . . Ah, my car's not big enough for all of them. Mind if I take one in my ride and you handle delivery for the rest?"
"Oh . . . Delivery service too?"
Emilia seemed a bit annoyed.
But what could I do? My car couldn't fit five more, and it was already packed with police vans front and back for security.
"Ah! Th-Then I'll, I'll deliver them, ma'am . . ."
". . . You?"
That's when the dopey guy shot his hand up.
Emilia frowned, hesitated, then nodded.
"Fine. You're in charge of delivery then. Young master, who do you want to take first?"
I eyed the trainees I'd just bought.
They all looked shell-shocked, trembling.
Among them . . .
"You. Come with me."
"!!"
I called out the girl who would go on to cult-level fame.
Her name was Seong Ye-ji. In the story, she debuted as the leader and main vocalist of the girl group LUMINA, then exploded with potential starting in '78.
Nothing special now, but give it a few years and she'd be a total megastar.
'But per the contract, she'd still be basically a slave back then.'
World-famous, yet a slave.
I felt a twinge of pity, but it passed quickly.
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After Ko Moo-yeol left, Emilia sank into thought.
". . . He's not quite what the rumors painted."
She tapped her index finger on the desk, replaying the events.
"He flat-out refused the hospitality. And that guy? Cock throbbing like crazy, but he held back."
Rainbow Miracle's hospitality girls weren't the top tier in the industry.
But men were simple creatures—when hot girls with the looks and bodies swarmed them, every single one dove straight into pussy.
She'd seen plenty like that.
Actually, she'd never seen the opposite.
Every last one, given girls, grinned ear-to-ear, forgot their goals, and just fucked away.
Some even hit on her, the CEO herself. She turned them down, of course.
But Ko Moo-yeol? Rejected the hospitality outright.
Sure, he could vent on the five trainees he bought, but refusing on-site was a shock to her.
". . . Were the rumors all smoke?"
Pondering, she picked up her phone.
- Yes, ma'am. What is it?
"Look into Goryeo Entertainment for me."
- Goryeo Enter?
"Yes. Oh, and Ko Moo-yeol too. In detail."
- . . . Investigating the owner's family directly could be risky.
"I'm not asking for anything shady. Just see if there's anything different from the public perception."
The voice on the line went quiet for a bit.
- . . . Understood. I'll do my best.
"Yes. Thanks."
After hanging up, she gripped the phone tightly with both hands.
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