The Sacred Manager Life - Chapter 104
“Why are you so surprised? Aren’t they all Juwon’s women?”
Was my thinking too outdated?
“Uh, Soyeon-ssi. Do women usually talk openly about… sensitive topics like relationships with men?”
“Of course not. Yeoreum is only 22—who would she tell about Juwon-ssi kissing her deeply?”
“She told you, though.”
“Because we’re in the same position.”
“Position?”
“As Juwon-ssi’s lovers. Women who love Juwon-ssi, want to lean on him, and want to live with him someday.”
Byeon Hajin’s 2:1 ratio was already shocking, but now I was suddenly at 4:1.
“It’s a bond tied by the divine with light. Since it wasn’t made by humans, we can’t break it.”
"You’ll save the women yourself. Since they’re your devotees, many will gather."
That’s what the divine being said when we first met.
So this was what it meant—trust for men, love for women.
“Do you know why I asked if your arm hurt earlier?”
“No.”
“Because I wanted to kiss you while watching the movie. Like Yeoreum, I wanted to climb onto you and kiss you, but then I’d have to touch your arm.”
She’d even thought that far ahead.
“If we watch a steamy movie and our eyes meet, we’d have to have sex. But since I already said something, I’ll hold back today. Instead, let me kiss you as much as I want.”
She said she’d hold back until Red Blossom’s comeback.
She climbed onto my thigh, swaying slightly to the rhythm.
Her cascading hair, eyes filled with longing, and glistening lips were unbearably erotic.
“Why aren’t you touching my waist?”
“Ah…”
“You held Yeoreum’s waist, didn’t you?”
As she said this, she lifted her top, exposing her navel and waist.
The dim lighting and reflected screen light cast shadows along her alluring curves.
When I held and caressed her waist with my right hand, a soft moan escaped her lips.
The pleasant sensation spreading through my palm felt addictive.
She took my hand, which had been savoring her waist, and guided it upward.
“S-Soyeon-ssi…”
“This part… will feel even better.”
Her seductive voice lingered in my ear.
Her touch was irresistible.
The softness translated into a shock that tingled down the back of my neck.
If I smelled my palm now, the scent would probably be intoxicating.
It was a perfect size for my hand.
Cha Soyeon attacked my lips as if she wanted to bite them.
Chu… Chup… Chwack— Our tongues intertwined, creating a sticky melody.
Her teasing hands stroked my hair, nape, and chest.
“Hah… Juwon-ssi… feels so good… really… haah.”
Cha Soyeon kept her promise but kissed me more passionately than ever before.
“Juwon-ssi, what about your arm? The kids will get energy if you cheer for them in front of the stage.”
I was on the phone with PD Hyun Jeong-il from Music Bank.
Everything was going well for Red Blossom—my injury was the only “bad news.”
I called first to reassure them.
“The cast is uncomfortable, but I think I can make it to the recording. I’ll come by to greet you, so please take care of us.”
“You can come? The news said it was a serious injury—are you really okay?”
“I thought so too, but it wasn’t as bad as expected. The surgery went well.”
“That’s a relief. Then I’ll see you on recording day?”
“Yes, PD-nim.”
I also called the PDs of MBS, SBC, and M Countdown.
After the calls, I realized how much Red Blossom’s status had changed.
Butterfly, which topped real-time charts the day after the accident, had now reached #1 on the weekly charts.
The MV surpassed 10 million views, and the official channel and SNS followers were rapidly increasing.
The broadcast stations must have noticed—they were thrilled to hear there were no schedule conflicts.
“We’ll also do an interview with Juwon-ssi, so prepare some words. These days, you’re just as hot as Red Blossom.”
Now I was even getting unexpected interviews.
‘Not a single scar. How is this possible?’
[Erasing the surgical scar was a free service. I can’t reshape you like the divine, but I can at least smooth it out.]
The doctor who removed the cast looked even more shocked but, after glancing at Cha Soyeon, stayed silent.
She must have sworn him to secrecy.
Cha Soyeon, equally amazed, poked and prodded my arm.
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s fine.”
“This is amazing, really.”
They reapplied the cast to a more manageable size—to maintain the alibi, as Soyeon had said.
“It looks like your whole arm is wrapped, but you can slip it out anytime by loosening this part. Take it off when you shower.”
The doctor was competent, even considering mobility.
“I’ll use the bathroom.”
After the doctor left, I took off the cast and spoke.
Cha Soyeon obediently told me where it was.
I thought she might throw a fit about joining me, but I must’ve been overthinking.
…Or so I thought.
“Juwon-ssi, let me wash your back.”
While I was showering, she knocked on the glass door.
“I-I’m fine! I can do it myself!”
“No. I want to. Let me.”
She opened the door.
I hurriedly covered myself with a towel.
I thought she’d be naked since I saw skin through the glass, but she was wearing a white bikini—the swimsuit she wore during Jeong-ah’s special training.
“Why that face? Disappointed? Should I take it off?”
“No! If you do, I’m leaving.”
“Tch, just sit down already.”
Since she clearly wasn’t leaving, I sat.
I thought she was just teasing, but she diligently scrubbed my chest and back.
She called it a “proper washcloth” and acted serious, but the sensation of her hands on my skin was unbearable.
An involuntary reaction made the towel rise.
Seeing this, Cha Soyeon smirked mischievously.
“Juwon-ssi, it’s good you’re healthy. I’ll look forward to it in bed too.”
Even after the cast was removed, Cha Soyeon didn’t leave me alone.
“Oppa!!”
““Manager Oppa!””
“Ahjussi!”
The moment I opened the dorm door, Rina, Sera, Chie, and Jeong-ah hugged me.
If Yeoreum had rushed in too, there’d have been no space left.
Yeoreum, who knew the situation, followed slowly behind.
But even she had tears in her smiling eyes.
“Does it hurt? What kind of treatment did you get to make the cast smaller? Do you not need more surgery? Can you move your arm?”
“One at a time. I can’t breathe.”
Rina chattered nonstop as we moved to the living room.
“Oppa got us to #1 on music shows. But… sniff… I’m not happy at all. Not even a little, because you got hurt.”
Sera, with an angry expression, burst into tears.
I patted her head and hugged her tightly.
Jeong-ah, the most physically strong, silently sniffled and hugged me from behind.
Her grip squeezed my ribs, but I endured it to keep the mood light.
“Raindrops are the River of Three Crossings.”
“If you’re going to quote proverbs, explain what they mean.”
“It means you never know when you’ll die, so be careful again and again.”
“Right, thanks.”
I patted Chie’s head as I spoke.
Sitting on the couch, I vaguely explained what had happened.
“The doctor said something, but it was too technical to understand. Anyway, it’s a new surgical method. Thankfully, the nerves weren’t badly damaged. He said I’ll have no issues moving once the cast is off.”
“Soyeon unnie is amazing. She even found a doctor like that.”
“Right.”
I broke a sweat trying to keep my story straight.
Lies really do breed more lies.
Yeoreum, who knew the truth, looked at me with pity.
Just as I was catching my breath, Rina and Jeong-ah sat beside me.
They took out a pen and started drawing on my cast.
“What are you doing?”
“A speedy recovery wish. Since you said it’s not serious now, we’re drawing. The hospital was too depressing to think of it.”
They also wrote “Get well soon” next to the drawings.
Jeong-ah’s caricature of me was professional-level ridiculous.
A perfect talent for variety shows later.
“Jeong-ah, you’re good at drawing.”
“It’s because Ahjussi’s face is easy to draw.”
Is that a compliment or an insult?
The others found it fun and added their own drawings or messages.
They even signed their names.
They took photos to post on SNS.
“Don’t throw this away. When we become a top-tier K-pop girl group and go on a world tour, I’ll auction it off as a keepsake. It’ll sell for a fortune.”
“If we reach that level, we won’t need to sell stuff like this for money. Do you know how much Next Boys and Prominence make in a year?”
“True. I hope we get paid well this time.”
“How can we get paid after flopping two albums? At best, we’ll just reduce our debt.”
Once money came up, they started talking about earnings.
Chie and Jeong-ah, who just joined, didn’t feel it as deeply, but the other three were practically in debt to the company after two failed albums.
The director promised to fully settle the mini-album sales if the comeback succeeded.
We not only topped the charts but also hit #1—I won the comeback bet.
The girls didn’t know yet.
The director wanted to tell them himself during the settlement.
He must’ve wanted to enjoy their cheers too.
“Ahem… We came back after hitting #1, and you’re all talking about sad stuff?”
I cut in before the mood dropped further.
You can’t let morale fall before a battle.
“Listen. We hit #1, so we’ll obviously win trophies on music shows. From now on, we’ll get more gigs, and event fees will jump. Ads will pour in too.”
Rina gulped beside me.
“This alone can cover the losses from the two failed albums. What’s next? Of course, the settlement. We’re only walking flower paths now—what’s there to worry about? I told you before, right? If you can’t believe in miracles, believe in me. No matter what, I’ll make you shine. So trust me.”
At this rate, I might end up a cult leader.