This novel is rated R18+ for nudity and sexual content.
Prologue
-KDS announces complete termination of music programs!
-MDC “Eliminating music side is true, but we’ll focus on other genres.”
-SDS is in discussions to sell all music/entertainment programs in bulk..
-Angnet, finally merged and acquired by NSS….
I finally achieved what I had been hoping for.
My broadcasting station is NSS, which I was fortunate to establish at a young age after hitting it big.
Now that my broadcasting station monopolizes music programs and idol-related shows, I’ve become king in the entertainment industry.
But… This wasn’t exactly what I wanted.
I was just interested in idols and wanted to build a broadcasting station focused on that area…
“Director~ I understand. I usually don’t take off the condom, but for you, I will♥“
Somehow, I ended up receiving sexual favors.
Ch.1 I’m the Director.
NSS.
A broadcasting company where people say ‘Turn to NSS channel if you want to see idols’.
A utopia for idols and their fans that grew from a sprout to a massive tree in the fiercely competitive broadcasting industry.
I was currently clocking in on the first floor of NSS Broadcasting Station.
-Beep!
When I swiped my employee ID at the entrance, a cheerful mechanical sound welcomed me.
28 years old, a fresh novice just entering society.
Depending on the situation, it’s still a young and fresh age, where one might not have even cracked out of their shell yet.
But the significance that number holds for me is enormous.
-Ding.
Before I knew it, I arrived at the 4th floor via elevator.
The floor where the core of the broadcasting station is concentrated—the director’s office, PD rooms, operations team, and so on.
As soon as I set foot on the 4th floor, I heard an urgent voice.
“Director!”
Director, the highest position of command where I stand. Most importantly, I want to know what title people use to call me.
I naturally turned my head at that word.
“Good morning, Director!”
“Oh, hello PD Kim. The show you started airing recently is interesting. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll give you full support.”
“Oh, it’s all thanks to you, Director! Thank you!”
PD Kim Young-jun, is a producer who specializes in idol variety shows.
He was originally a PD working at another broadcasting station, but when all idol-related programs consolidated under our station, he came to me with his head bowed.
After a brief greeting with PD Kim, I headed to the director’s office to meet another person.
“Director! The group scheduled to appear today has been canceled, so we urgently booked another group, but the appearance fee went a bit over…”
“Ah, PD Yoon. It’s fine, don’t worry about such things. When it’s urgent, finding a replacement comes first.”
“Yes, thank you!”
This person, like PD Kim, is a producer who creates idol-focused programs.
People of this caliber in the broadcasting world would typically be looking down on others rather than bowing their heads, but to me, they were simply reporting.
After all, I’m the youngest director, the savior of the entertainment industry.
Director
Kim Han-seo
Under my photo on my employee ID, simple yet weighty letters.
At just 28 years old, I’m the representative, CEO, and director of a broadcasting company operating a specialized music and entertainment channel!
Of course, this was possible because I established it myself.
Everywhere I went, people besides PD Kim and PD Yoon greeted me, and responding to each one always made the path to the director’s office feel long.
But it’s a pleasant distance nonetheless.
As I reached the entrance to the director’s office, Secretary Shin immediately rushed out and bowed.
“Good morning, Director.”
“Oh, Secretary Shin. Did you receive the broadcasting schedule for next month?”
“Yes, only the newly established trot program and the rescheduled idol music program have changed, everything else remains the same as before. We’re just waiting for your approval, Director.”
“Then bring it to me right away. And get me a cup of coffee.”
“Yes, sir.”
Secretary Shin hurriedly entered the secretary’s office.
A small workspace opposite the director’s office. I considered making it a lobby-style space, but since secretaries have a lot of work to do, I made it a single room.
Above all, since it has glass walls, it can still function as a lobby since everyone coming to and leaving the director’s office can be seen.
But more than that…
‘Her outfits are getting more revealing..’
Secretary Shin is a newcomer hired only 3 months ago.
Due to my age, I naturally wanted a secretary who would serve as my right-hand person to be a bit younger than me, so I hired 23-year-old Shin Min-seo, a college senior.
She has good qualifications, is diligent, and speaks well.
Her face and figure are also selfish…
The problem is that her sense of revealing that face and figure is far too excellent.
Yesterday, she came in wearing a seductive red off-shoulder dress that clung tightly to her body, while today she’s at least wearing office attire.
Just a black mini skirt that only comes down to half her thigh, and a tight-fitting white shirt with buttons screaming for help.
The tight fit is so blatantly revealing that I thought if someone splashed a bucket of water on her, you’d clearly see everything – both her bra and skin underneath.
As a young representative, I did say the dress code was casual, but is she going to a club every day?
Day by day, she squeezes her voluptuous figure more and more, making my eyes dizzy.
If she had pursued becoming a celebrity since her school days, she might have been an idol at this broadcasting station rather than a secretary.
No, no, what am I thinking about my secretary right now?
I shook my head three or four times to quickly clear my mind.
“Let’s see…”
Now seated at my desk, I immediately looked over the tasks that needed to be handled.
The advertisement airing during weekend evening slots is ending soon, so I need to decide on a new one… The purchase of SDS’s entire music program catalog is almost finalized.
The merger and acquisition of Angnet is also in the final stage, so the only immediate task is bringing in new advertisements.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been running around, losing sleep.
Rather than sticking my behind to the chair in a way that doesn’t fit my position as director, I prefer hands-on management.
After all, these were important matters that I needed to handle personally.
Among those valuable results, perhaps the sweetest is that my immediate to-do list has been shortened.
I guess I’m ultimately just another office worker.
‘Then, as a reward for my hard work…’
I immediately went to NewTube and played a dance practice video of an idol group.
Music videos are good too, but I prefer this type of content where they dance raw in the practice room without any special effects, as it shows more energy.
As I plugged in my earphones, the music started flowing, and my gaze focused on the women dancing with their hair flowing.
Sexily, haughtily, cutely, and innocently styled women with flashy dyed hair were moving in perfect formation, surrendering their bodies to the beat. Among them, the one who caught my eye the most was a woman named Sua, who represented the innocent image.
She’s the prettiest, has the best figure, and on top of that, she’s the leader – truly talented in every way. At least that’s how I see it.
For reference, this girl group’s name is Seria.
They’re a four-member girl group, not very famous, and in what’s commonly called the ‘third tier’ position.
The first tier is when they’re recognizable enough from TV or advertisements we commonly encounter while walking down the street.
Below that, the second tier is when individual member recognition might be low, but people have heard the group’s songs or know their name.
Well, up to this point, they’re still considered economically viable and receive proper settlements.
The problem is that from the third tier down, it’s almost at the level of passion pay. The third tier is at a level where not only do the general public not know them, but only people who specifically follow idols would recognize them.
The Seria I’m watching now is at the tail end of that third tier.
As for the fourth tier… Let’s just not talk about it. Every year, there’s a truckload of girl groups that debut and disappear.
Anyway, as someone interested in idols, I was generally familiar with groups up to the third tier, and lately, I’ve been into Seria.
It might be odd for the director of an idol-specialized broadcasting station, but the truth is, I’ve been such a deep fan that I even went to their fan signing event a few days ago.
Of course, I wore a mask and hat pulled down low. While the members might not recognize me, there was a high chance the agency staff would.
‘Sua looked so pretty in person back then, hehe…’
“What’s so funny?”
“Ahem!”
I was giggling while watching the idol video and didn’t even notice Secretary Shin coming in.
I cleared my throat awkwardly, trying to naturally change the screen to another window and removed my earphones.
Okay, that was natural, right?
“Were you watching porn or something?”
“Hey, Secretary Shin! I’m the director, the director!”
“Hehe… I’m just joking. Here’s your coffee and the broadcasting schedule.”
Secretary Shin and I have an age gap similar to college seniors and juniors, so we often exchange casual jokes like this.
She teases me occasionally, but I think this is much better than being overly formal and businesslike.
“Slurp… Hmm…”
A warm hazelnut latte, sweeter and deeper than any coffee shop’s.
There have been many moments when I felt I hired a good secretary, but most of them were when I took a sip of this coffee.
After savoring the coffee, I turned my attention to the broadcasting schedule.
From Monday to the weekend, the broadcast programs filled every hour of the 24-hour day without gaps.
At a glance, it was a schedule that could make one suffocate and hurt their eyes, but to me, it was a very familiar sight.
By the way, the newly established trot program is at 7 PM… and the music show where idols mainly appear is at 4 PM…?
“Secretary Shin, what’s going on with these time slots?”
“I heard they scheduled the trot program in a prime time slot because trot music is really hot these days.”
“Come on, trot is mainly enjoyed by middle-aged women and older generations – how can you put it here? This is when students and office workers are returning home. Don’t they know this is the busiest time for trot listeners? Conversely, here at 4 PM, when children are typically out of the house, is when they have the most free time. You understand what I’m saying, right?”
“Yes, I’ll relay your message to switch the two-time slots as you just explained.”
“Hmm, good. Any other announcements?”
“Ah, regarding the new advertisement for the weekend evening slot. We have one more candidate.”
“Weren’t we already down to two options?”
It was definitely between a food advertisement and a clothing advertisement.
The reason these two companies were shortlisted was simple. They best matched our viewers’ age demographics and offered the highest rates.
“It’s a cosmetics advertisement, and they’ve been making a fuss about meeting to discuss it? So we tentatively accepted them as a candidate, but their rate is lower compared to the others. Should we just cut them?”
“Really? I’m curious what they want to talk about, so let’s meet with them. Schedule a meeting for tomorrow.”
“Yes, but is the director himself going again?”
“You know my personality. Besides, I’m not even in my 30s yet – I still want to be active.”
“Our broadcasting station must be the only organization where the head personally handles even these matters, hehe.”
Secretary Shin laughed, bowed her head once, and retreated.
That laughter sounded strangely captivating – was it because I could see her delicate collarbone and white, firm cleavage through the unbuttoned top three buttons of her shirt?
I glanced at the CCTV screen in the hallway between the director’s office and the secretary’s office.
The angle clearly showed the area in front of the director’s office, where Secretary Shin could be seen adjusting her clothes as soon as she left the director’s office door.
“Hmm…..”
This is a problem.
Secretary Shin is too sexy.
