The Sacred Manager Life - Chapter 130

“Who satisfies you the most?”

Even Min Ayeong, who usually opposes whatever Cha Soyeon says, waited for my answer.

They must really be curious about this.

Answering well here would make my future life much easier.

“Uh, well…”

This wasn’t something I could brush off casually, so I recalled my experiences with all three of them.

There was no point lying to the two in front of me anyway.

‘Cha Soyeon is tight, Min Ayeong is the best at sucking, and Yeoreum… I can squeeze her between her breasts.’

Their specialties were so distinct that ranking them was difficult.

I wonder what Yuna’s special skill is.

“Say it. Hurry up.”

Min Ayeong urged me.

“You’re all good at different things, so it’s hard to rank you.”

I answered honestly and explained what each of them excelled at.

“So, in the end, you’re saying our breasts are too small.”

Ah.

I could see an unfortunate future unfolding.

“Unnie, how long are you going to keep complaining about small breasts? Study like me and find other ways to satisfy Juwon-ssi.”

Min Ayeong snapped at Cha Soyeon’s words.

“What kind of study?”

“This.”

Min Ayeong showed us her phone screen.

It was a diary app.

“Juwon and Ayeong’s Sex Diary?”

“Don’t say the title out loud!”

Min Ayeong’s face turned red as she shouted.

The title was one thing, but the contents were anything but ordinary.

It meticulously recorded what foreplay we did, what positions we tried, how many times she came, how long I lasted, and so on.

“That day, Juwon-ssi must’ve been in great condition—it took over an hour even after foreplay. My pussy was so swollen and red that I suffered all night.”

“……”

Both of us stared at Min Ayeong with expressions beyond words.

“W-Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why… did you write this?”

“It’s studying. When you take on a role, you analyze it, right? How can I act as a doctor if I don’t know anything? Unnie, you study too. Sex with Juwon-ssi is something worth studying.”

This is the realm of technique—the more you refine it, the better it feels.

Love alone can’t solve everything when there are so many positions in the world.

We’ll be doing this until we die, so we need variety to keep it from getting stale.

Min Ayeong declared her ambition to master everything about sex.

“Why go that far?”

“I told you. I hate doing things half-heartedly. I want to experience the peak of pleasure through Juwon-ssi’s body.”

This isn’t some ascetic practice.

[She’s at prophet-level dedication, isn’t she? Though her goal is different. No wonder the god took notice. With that level of immersion, she could become a fanatic. Good thing she’s obsessed with you, Master.]

“Unnie, you’ve never even thought about this, have you?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“That’s complacent. If you love someone, you should give your best in bed too. I want to give Juwon-ssi the greatest pleasure. Of course, it’ll be the greatest gift for me too.”

I could see Cha Soyeon gritting her teeth.

She must feel like she’s already lost to her younger sister in mindset alone.

Today was undeniably Cha Soyeon’s complete defeat.

“You go ahead. I’ll call the driver.”

“What about Juwon-ssi?”

“I need to borrow him today.”

Seeing Cha Soyeon’s expression, Min Ayeong chuckled.

Then she obediently turned away.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“Don’t get swept up unnecessarily. You know Ayeong-ssi has a persistent personality.”

“You said Ayeong sucks better! I’ll show you properly today.”

Ah, so that’s what this was about?

Author Joo Okseon expanded Min Ayeong’s role to near co-lead levels.

At the same time, she demanded rollercoaster-level emotional acting.

The actors’ performances had to be strong enough to immerse viewers in the chaotic plot.

Min Ayeong sharpened her skills, eager to deliver a proper performance after a long time.

But despite this enthusiasm, the predicted future began unfolding—

The set, marred by safety accidents.

Day One —

“Hey, what’s wrong with the lights in the back? Go check it now!”

Lights that had been fine until morning were now pointing in odd directions, with some not working at all.

The poor lighting staff got chewed out relentlessly by the director and PD.

Filming dragged on, and they barely managed half of the day’s target.

Day Two —

“Aaaah!”

“The reflector—no, not that way!!”

A staff member holding a reflector slipped and crashed into a waiting extra.

The extra broke their leg and had to be taken away, halting filming for the day.

Three Days Later —

The first outdoor shoot.

“What? The water truck flipped?”

They were supposed to film the male lead rescuing the female lead in the rain and taking her home.

They’d called for a water truck, but it flipped over on its way to the set.

Luckily, no one was hurt, but dozens of staff were left empty-handed.

“PD Bae, did we not put enough effort into the ritual? How are there so many accidents?”

Author Joo Okseon looked incredulous, likely recalling the ceremony they’d held on the first day of filming.

“We paid a lot of attention to the offerings. This really shouldn’t be happening.”

Seeing their devastated expressions, I felt a pang of sympathy.

With two of our actors starring, accidents kept happening from the start.

At this rate, we’d be lucky to finish filming, let alone worry about airing.

“Is this the kind of set accident you foresaw, Juwon-ssi?”

Min Ayeong, flipping through her script in the van, asked.

“I only saw it in portal articles, so I didn’t know the details, but it seems like this. What kind of accidents are this varied?”

“And there were ghosts too, right?”

“They were just sightings, so it’s not confirmed. How would an ordinary person see ghosts?”

“What about you, Juwon-ssi?”

“I have the divine gift of discerning spirits, so I can see ghosts with impure motives or unresolved grudges. I’ve been watching since the first day, but nothing so far.”

The reason Min Ayeong stuck around the set even on her off days was to look for ghosts.

Not wanting to just stand around, she helped the staff with their work.

Thanks to that, I became an incredibly diligent manager.

‘Can’t you make it rain? We can’t afford to waste today.’

I spoke to the divine spirit.

[The prophet Elijah once challenged the king during a drought. He competed against the priests of the queen’s idol, declaring he’d make it rain. In the end, Elijah won, and the god sent a downpour.]

The challenge was to burn a sacrifice drenched in water.

It’s a famous story—after Elijah prayed, God sent fire from the sky, burning even the altar.

‘If I offer a sacrifice and pray, will it rain?’

[Master’s abilities are prophet-level, so it should work.]

‘How do I do it?’

[First, build an altar. Just arrange stones into shape.]

I walked around the parking lot, gathering stones of suitable size and stacking them.

Min Ayeong tilted her head, watching me pile stones.

“What are you doing?”

“Building an altar. They say it can make it rain.”

Min Ayeong’s eyes widened.

“Wow, you can control the weather too?”

“The divine spirit can. I’m just trying.”

I kept stacking stones.

‘This should be enough. What should I offer as a sacrifice?’

[A bull.]

‘Hey! Where am I supposed to get a bull here?’

The demand was absurd.

[Meat will do.]

‘Meat? Beef?’

[Yes.]

Wait, beef…

This place was too remote to find a butcher.

Looking around, I turned to Min Ayeong.

“Ayeong-ssi, we can’t get beef here, right?”

“Beef? Why suddenly…?”

“I need it as an offering.”

“If we have that, can you make it rain?”

“Probably.”

Min Ayeong scanned the area and pointed somewhere.

The catering truck.

Ah.

Now that I thought about it, they’d served braised beef for lunch.

‘Beef is beef.’

Peeking inside the truck, I found leftover braised beef.

I grabbed a handful and returned to the altar.

Placing the beef on top, I clasped my hands.

‘Please accept this and send rain. It’s urgent.’

Closing my eyes, I prayed quietly—then a voice echoed in my head.

The same warm voice I’d heard when struck by a shooting star and in the Garden of Eden.

｢I’ve received countless offerings, but braised beef is a first. Were you that desperate?｣

‘Sorry. I couldn’t get proper beef. Next time, I’ll offer something better.’

｢You’re something else. Well, sincerity is sincerity, so I’ll grant it.｣

‘But, God. This is for a drama shoot—the cameras and lights can’t get wet. Any way around that?’

Cameras could be covered with rain housings, but the lights were the problem.

With electrical issues, they could handle light drizzle, but heavy rain usually forced them to cancel.

｢You’re picky. I’ll send something you can control remotely—use it as you like.｣

When I opened my eyes, dark clouds began gathering in the distance.

“Huh? Is it going to rain?”

“Hey, rookie! Get the rain covers—no, the housings, quick!”

“The lights can’t take it! They’ll get soaked!”

The staff scrambled into action.

Natural rain couldn’t be controlled in volume or location, making it useless for filming.

But if it could be controlled? That changed everything.

‘How do I adjust those clouds?’

[They respond to your gaze. Look and move your eyes.]

I stared at the clouds and turned my head—they actually followed.

‘Wow, this is fun.’

[Fix the position and blink twice for rain. Think of it like a double-click. The number of blinks adjusts the intensity.]

Following the instructions, rain began falling perfectly over the filming spot.

I adjusted the intensity to match the romantic mood between the leads.

“Wh-What the?”

“Why is it only raining there?”

“PD Bae, what is this…?”

“I’m watching too.”

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the localized rain.

They’d be confused at first, but the PD and director wouldn’t let this opportunity slip.

While adjusting the clouds from a distance, something caught my eye.

Beyond the rain, faint but visible, were two shadows.

‘They’re here.’