The Sacred Manager Life - Chapter 127
For the first time in a while, the members of Shin Juwon's harem gathered at Cha Soyeon's house.
In the middle of the living room sofa sat Ryu Yeoreum and Min Ayoung, with Cha Soyeon in front of them and Seo Yuna beside her.
Ryu Yeoreum hunched her shoulders like a scolded child, while Min Ayoung sat with her legs crossed, exuding the haughty air of a villainess.
Cha Soyeon eyed them disapprovingly, while Seo Yuna wore a sullen expression the entire time.
“So you dragged Juwon-ssi to the hot springs and wrung him dry, huh?”
“Well, unnie…”
“Yeoreum-ah, was your first time so good that you had to take Ayoung with you? Even if it’s two of you, you should’ve gone easy on him! How much did you squeeze him for him to still be out of it?”
“I’m sorry…”
“What did Juwon-ssi say? That you two only did it six times combined.”
Min Ayoung looked like she didn’t see the problem.
“Only six?! That’s insane!!”
Cha Soyeon finally exploded.
“Since we’re on the topic, let me just say—Juwon-ssi isn’t just yours, unnie. He’s all of ours. Isn’t it a bit much to nitpick just because we had a little fun? You monopolized him before the hot springs trip, and we didn’t say a word.”
Min Ayoung fired back.
“Explain why you’re so mad. Is it because we did it too much for our first time? Weren’t you the one who did it three times on your first night? Why are you only coming at us?”
“Th-that’s… It’s not about the number. I made sure not to burden Juwon-ssi, but whatever you two did turned him into a wreck.”
“What wreck? He was fine at the hot springs.”
“On the last day of the trip, he wasn’t answering his phone, so I went to the rooftop room—he slept the entire day! That’s because of what you two put him through the night before!”
“Aha, so you went to get some, but Juwon-ssi was already knocked out, and that pissed you off. That’s on him, then.”
Six eyes turned toward Cha Soyeon.
If she was throwing a tantrum because she couldn’t satisfy her own desires, then she was definitely part of the problem.
“If this is just about unnie’s greed, I’m disappointed.”
The hunched-over Ryu Yeoreum muttered.
“If you were that desperate, you should’ve woken him up. Taking it out on us isn’t fair.”
Min Ayoung didn’t back down.
“I haven’t even gotten to do it yet.”
Seo Yuna protested with a pout.
Outnumbered three to one, even the fiery Cha Soyeon took a step back.
“Fine, I’ll admit I went too far. But this can’t keep happening. No matter how good Juwon-ssi’s stamina is, satisfying four women in their early to mid-20s ‘as much as they want’ is impossible. Yeoreum is 22, and Yuna just turned 20.”
“Unnie, you’re only 25. You’re still in your prime.”
“That’s why we need rules. We can do it with Juwon-ssi anytime, but no more than twice in one session. Even then, he’d still have to do it eight times.”
“Can you even follow that rule?”
“I’ll try. Juwon-ssi is practically our husband now—we have to take care of his health. If you care about him, you’ll be satisfied with that.”
“Since I haven’t done it yet, can I go over twice for my first time?”
The timid Yuna mustered up the courage to ask.
“That’s up to Juwon-ssi. Just getting it in will probably be hard enough for your first time.”
“Okay.”
And so, the new lion’s confrontation ended with a set limit.
Yeoreum got her own place.
Past the annex, there was an area with many officetels and standalone houses, and she picked a suitable one among them.
She invited me over, so I brought a housewarming gift.
“I haven’t fully unpacked yet, so it’s a bit messy. Come in.”
It was a two-room officetel.
From the living room window, I could see the bustling Gangnam Station area.
Looking down, I spotted the company building too.
“Why two rooms?”
“One’s a guest room. The manager can stay over if he wants.”
She even thought of that.
“The bed is huge. It could easily fit three or four people.”
“Soyeon unnie recommended it. Who knows how many people will be lying on it now?”
“Ah.”
As I lay on the bed, I noticed a mirror on the ceiling.
“There’s a mirror on the ceiling. Does it make it better when you look up?”
“That’s… I wanted to see the manager moving above me from below. I think it’d be more exciting that way.”
Wow, she even thought of that.
Then she climbed on top of me.
“You should be the first to use it.”
She undid the buttons of my shirt one by one.
Her eyes told me she was already turned on.
The conference room table was piled high with printouts.
“What’s all this?”
CEO Lee Daehwan glanced at them and answered.
“Scripts sent for Ayoung. They’re going crazy trying to cast her for her comeback project.”
Red Blossom was popular, but not to the level of Min Ayoung.
Though she’d been on hiatus for two years, she was once a top actress who rivaled Cha Soyeon.
The moment news broke of her return, offers from film and drama production companies flooded in.
“This is insane. How is she supposed to read all of these?”
“I’ll filter them, but you should read them too. As her manager, you should be able to recommend scripts. If you do that well, you’ll establish yourself quickly even if you go independent later.”
If I went independent with Cha Soyeon and Min Ayoung, I wouldn’t have to worry.
They’d probably follow me without question.
It wouldn’t hurt to sharpen my eye for scripts, so I sat in the conference room and spread them out.
I skimmed the synopses, looking for roles that suited Min Ayoung, and searched up the directors and writers online.
As I was going through them, a thin thread appeared from one script, connecting to me.
It was a thread of fate.
‘What’s this script got to do with me?’
I pulled it out—it was a weekend drama.
[Scriptwriter: Joo Oksun]
Ah.
A familiar name.
The godmother of makjang dramas.
Separate from ratings, she was infamous for her absurd plot twists that left viewers speechless.
Like the groom’s fiancée turning out to be his long-lost niece,
Or the husband’s mistress being his estranged younger sister,
Or falling in love with a man possessed by an alien,
Or the adopted twin of a husband who died in an accident returning from abroad.
Her stories defied all logic, yet they were strangely addictive.
Naturally, her ratings soared, and even broadcasters couldn’t touch her.
If ratings were the goal, appearing in one wouldn’t be bad—but would it make sense for Min Ayoung to return with a makjang drama after two years?
And this script wasn’t connected to Min Ayoung—it was tied to me.
The title was ‘The Lady of Pyeongchang-dong.’
Even the title reeked of cheap drama.
I took it outside and showed it to CEO Lee Daehwan.
“CEO-nim, about this script.”
“Let me see—The Lady of Pyeongchang-dong? This is Joo Oksun’s script.”
“Yeah, the…makjang drama writer.”
“Right. This must’ve gotten mixed in. It’s not for Ayoung.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s for a supporting role in Team 1’s drama. The male lead’s older brother. I thought it was decent, so I took it.”
Since the ratings were good, even a supporting role could leave a strong impression.
“Ayoung-ssi can’t make her comeback with a makjang drama, right?”
“Some actors don’t care, but Ayoung isn’t one of them. Her face suits historical dramas, and she’s always prioritized quality since her debut. Suddenly doing a makjang? She’d get torn apart.”
“Right.”
I was curious about what kind of fate connected me to this.
I’d probably have to meet Joo Oksun in person to find out.
“If there’s a casting offer, we’ll meet with the production company, right?”
“Of course. Joo Oksun personally checks every actor in her dramas. She’s meticulous about making sure they fit before writing the script. She’s very thorough about that.”
“Then, can I go to the meeting with the production company? I’d like to see her.”
“That’s fine. You’ll be the temporary manager for this.”
“Got it.”
“Hah, ahh…Juwon-ssi…”
After checking a few scripts, I went to propose them to Min Ayoung—but we ended up in bed instead.
The moment she saw me, she tossed the scripts aside, clung to me, and slipped her hand below my belt.
She moved rhythmically on top of me before collapsing into my arms.
Her satisfied expression lingered in the aftermath of her climax.
“It keeps getting better—what do I do? Just seeing your face makes me tingle down there. I can’t think straight.”
“You like it that much?”
“Yes. So much. What about you? Don’t you like me?”
“Of course I do. You love me this much.”
I hugged her tightly and stroked her hair.
She purred like a kitten, rubbing against me.
“Haah, I wish we could just have sex all day. My mind goes blank every time you come over.”
Then she lifted her head and looked at me.
“But why’d you come today? Did you miss me?”
“Ah, I picked out a few scripts that came to the company. I was going to talk to you about them.”
“I’ll do whatever you pick. If you choose it, I’ll take the role.”
“But you should still decide for yourself. It’s your comeback project.”
“Just no historical dramas. I’ve done so many that even seeing hanbok makes me sick. Ah, fusion historicals are out too.”
Luckily, I hadn’t brought any historicals.
“What about makjang dramas? Would you be okay with that?”
“Makjang? I could, but why? Is there a good role?”
Among the scripts I brought, Joo Oksun’s was included.
The thread from that script connected to me—and another thread linked me to Min Ayoung.
Meaning, Min Ayoung was also tied to this script.
It seemed the thread of fate was connecting Joo Oksun’s script, me, and Min Ayoung.