I Became a Producer Who Rewrites Idols

83 – Entering Japan (5)

“This is where we will live in Japan from now on.”

“… “Is it Song?”

“Yes?”

Jeong Song’s secretary said she could find a good hotel for me, so I entrusted it to her.

“Didn’t I tell you to have separate rooms?”

I don’t know why I so naturally chose only one room.

“Is it strange to live together with your lover?”

“No, not really, but… ….”

“Producer, you stayed alone with Seonjeon at a pension in Jeju Island, but you don’t like me.”

“…… Okay.”

Well, it was just a matter of making sure it wasn’t discovered by the Cursed Dolls members.

I told Jeong Song’s secretary just in case.

Never tell anyone else that we are living together.

“Are you embarrassed to live with me?”

“That’s not it, why are you doing this when you know…” .”

“I’m kidding. Then, let’s unpack and clean up.”

“Yes.”

Even though it was luggage, it wasn’t a big deal.

Something like clothes and a laptop?

For other electrical products, I had no choice but to buy them locally because the electrical standards in Japan and Korea were different.

… There weren’t as many free bolts as I thought.

“What do you think, is this good?”

“It looks good, but…” .”

Secretary Jeong Song-i pointed to a wide bed.

But why is there only one bed… ?

“Didn’t you do it with twin beds?”

“I mistook it for a double bed.”

Just looking at the cancer, it was not a mistaken face.

It was clearly an intentional mistake.

“I’ll ask the hotel to change my room.”

“Producer, don’t you want to sleep with me?”

“Rather than saying I don’t like it… ….”

This must be Secretary Jeong Song-i’s plan.

To lay in bed together and make progress until the end.

I was so proactive that I really had nothing to say.

“Oh, producer, please take note of this.”

“Huh?”

Secretary Jeong Song-i took out a package of pills from her bag and showed it to her.

Out of a total of 21 pills, eight were empty, as if I had taken them.

… And arrows are drawn between the pills in the package.

In fact, before I became a producer, I probably didn’t know what this drug was.

It was a drug that girls often took due to their schedules.

As a result, I naturally learned what this medicine was and how to take it.

It was an advance contraceptive pill.

Because I took eight pills, I can expect contraceptive effects from today.

Secretary Jeong Song-i’s slightly red face conveyed one fact instead of words.

You can do as much as you want from today until the medication holiday period….

“Oh, you’re trying to control your period.”

Of course I avoided it.

Then the tips of secretary Jeong Song-i’s eyebrows rose upward.

… After all, it’s not right for a woman to do nothing after working so hard.

“You sent me a picture of you wearing a bunny girl the other day.”

“Yes. “I brought that with me. Should I change and come?”

“Uh, take a shower.”

Secretary Jeong Song-i’s eyes widened at the word shower. She

I was about to go into her bathroom first, but she grabbed the bathroom door and said,

“Would you like to join us?”

A strange suggestion was made.

I refused like a sword.

Perhaps she still thought that was unreasonable, so she just walked away cleanly.

I wore pajamas comfortably.

As soon as I came out of the bathroom, secretary Jeong Song-i entered the bathroom.

The sound of water flowing through the bathroom door irritated me for no reason, so I just went to the bedroom first.

If I lie down and sleep like this, I’ll have to skip breakfast tomorrow….

She used to not eat breakfast often, but when Jeong Song-i became her secretary, she prepared breakfast every morning, so she had to eat breakfast to be energized for the day.

I heard that women take longer to shower than men, so I thought Secretary Jeong Song-i would do the same.

It came out sooner than expected.

It seemed like his hair had been thoroughly dried in the bathroom beforehand.

Secretary Jung Song-i, who became a bunny girl, came to the bedroom and lay down next to me.

“Do you like it?”

“… “Honestly, it’s a lot s*xier than I thought.”

I thought I had gotten used to being a bunny girl by now, but lying on the same bed where I could reach anywhere if I stretched out my hand, it felt much different.

“Today, Songi is my bamboo wife.”

“…… Mrs. Juk? “Are you sure she’ll just hug you?”

When she nodded, secretary Jeong Song-i made a puzzled expression.

“Don’t hate it.”

“You’re really being rude.”

I approached and tried to hug secretary Jeong Song-i in my arms.

Rather, she wrapped her arms around my head.

Then I lifted her body higher than mine, so that her face was buried in her chest.

“It’s a good pillow.”

“Shall I sing you a lullaby?”

“Shall I call you mom?”

“I don’t like it because it’s gross.”

Ah, by the way, today was quite a tiring day as I had to establish a Japanese branch, organize the office, and deal with the person in charge of Chuo Records.

As Jeong Song was in the arms of her secretary, she fell asleep easily.

***

“… Producer, you must be really tired.”

Not even 10 seconds later, producer Lim Boo-gil fell asleep in the arms of secretary Jeong Song-i.

He was such a strange man.

Idols are almost all idols, but no progress is made.

But he makes her do s*xy cosplay and sleeps using her chest as a pillow.

But when I saw him deep kiss while banging on the wall during White Day the other day, it seemed like he wasn’t completely skilled.

Gentlemanly yet perverted?

It was a really funny combination.

When I glanced down, I saw that he was upright like a man.

I honestly felt very frustrated, wondering why I was like this when I knew I would be good at it even though I wasn’t really a eunuch.

He is not an idol, but a secretary, so if he releases his s*xual desires through his own body, he will be able to withstand temptations from other women.

“Producer.”

“Uh… ….”

As if he hadn’t fallen asleep yet, he responded when I whispered softly into Producer Lim Boo-gil’s ear.

Wouldn’t it be possible to really see his feelings?

He doesn’t seem to be pretending to sleep.

“Do I truly love you?”

“Yes… , love you.”

Almost immediate response.

Secretary Jeong Song-i’s face became even hotter.

I was a little dissatisfied with producer Lim Bu-gil, who was in love with his superiors, was an adult man and woman, and had no worries about pregnancy, but he only kept to himself like this.

“… “Don’t you want to f*ck me?”

I immediately regretted asking.

She somehow felt like she was a very frustrated woman.

Also, I was also afraid of what she would do if I answered that she only loved me mentally and that she was not that physically attracted to me.

“I want to f*cking eat you.”

“…… But why don’t you eat it?”

Other women, on the other hand, say they are in trouble because their boyfriends keep asking them to do it.

“You can’t live doing only what you want….”

“Even though the woman insists on doing it?”

“That’s…… , Really sorry. But if you actually have s*x…. Because there’s really no turning back… ….”

“… ….”

It’s a problem if a man has too much responsibility.

Jeong Song-i, who liked men who were serious and responsible properly, changed her secretary’s thoughts a bit.

She was better off with a man who could sometimes make her own mistakes, at least for her.

But, if it weren’t for that kind of responsibility, you’d want to do it until the end, right?

I said I wanted to f*ck you ‘so f*cking hard.’

The vulgar words of wanting to eat something somehow made Jeong Song’s secretary’s heart even hotter.

‘If the producer doesn’t want to make mistakes, I have to make mistakes.’

Secretary Jeong Song-i quietly slipped her left hand into her producer’s pajama pants.

***

Reporter Hiko Saka and her junior reporter lingered in front of the GI Production office for two days in a row.

There were no photos of the producer in charge of Cursed Dolls either on the Internet or at the Japanese branch office of Lucky Seven Entertainment, so someone did it.

I was confident today.

There are a total of three people visiting GI Production’s Japanese branch.

There was a man so handsome that you thought he might be a real celebrity, and a wife and daughter who looked just as good.

There was another woman, and she appeared to be a Japanese interpreter.

Handsome men and pretty women were almost always together.

“I think that girl and that guy are dating, or at least the girl really likes the guy.”

The junior reporter muttered softly.

“Really? “Can you tell just by looking at it?”

“Hikosaka-senior, you can tell just by looking at it. “It’s almost like love is written on her face.”

Perhaps it was because she was the same woman, but she seemed to be much more sensitive to that aspect.

“Yesterday, I looked up some documents from GI Production’s Japanese branch, and I think the man’s name is Lim Boo-gil.”

“Are you famous?”

“No, it doesn’t show up well on the Korean internet either.”

“Do you even speak Korean?”

The junior reporter shook her head.

“A translator.”

“Ah….”

That’s right, Reporter Hikosaka chuckled.

Still, her research skills were amazing.

“There must be something about that man named Im Bu-gil….”

“Do you have any basis?”

“There’s no way such a handsome man doesn’t have any secrets.”

“… ….”

Do ugly men not even have secrets?

Reporter Hikosaka felt sad for no reason.

A junior reporter who keeps taking the telescope off and on in the car.

She went to work at the office, so there won’t be any changes for the time being.

Thinking about that, I was about to get out of the car to buy cigarettes.

“Senior, senior, camera camera!”

A junior reporter hurriedly called Reporter Hikosaka.

Did she come up with something worth capturing?

He quickly took out the camera from his bag.

“Oh… “Looks like they’re Cursed Dolls?”

She said she usually walks around in Lolita fashion, and it was true.

It caught my eye as soon as I got out of the van.

Once the Cursed Dolls members rushed into the GI production office, it became clear that Im Bu-gil was the producer in charge.

“Senior, you also took a picture of Im Bu-gil’s representative, right?”

“I took a good picture yesterday.”

“Then let’s withdraw from here now.”

“Huh? Where are you going?”

From noble mtl dot com

The junior reporter said with a grin.

“Korea. Mapo, Seoul.”