Chapter 86: The Commodity
The executive wing of the NEXUM agency in Seoul was a testament to clinical luxury—all white marble, brushed steel, and an oppressive silence that was only broken by the rhythmic tapping of high heels. Inside the main office, the atmosphere was far from silent.
“Tell me you’ve secured it,” Director Kang snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. She stood by the window, overlooking the city, her silhouette sharp and imposing. “Tell me Hana has signed the contract extension.”
The manager, a younger woman who looked visibly shaken, clutched a digital tablet to her chest. “Not yet, Director. She’s… she’s been hesitant. She says she wants to think about the terms, and she’s been spending more time with Jun than she has answering our calls.”
Director Kang spun around, her eyes flashing with irritation. “Hesitant? We are talking about a contract extension, not a marriage proposal! Based on the current timeline, she’ll be having her first time with Jun very soon. We need her signature before that happens. We need her locked in.”
The manager looked confused, her brow furrowing. “But Director, if she has her first time with Jun, that’s the perfect marketing hook! We can promote the aftermath, the ‘first-time’ glow, the emotional fallout… we could make a fortune from the engagement spike. Why the rush to secure her now? Shouldn’t we let the event happen and then capitalize on the hype?”
Director Kang’s expression shifted. She beckoned the manager to come closer, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. “Come here.”
As the manager leaned in, Director Kang’s eyes gleamed with a predatory light. “I’ve had a word with some contacts in the higher circles. A son of a powerful Chaebol family has taken a sudden, intense interest in Hana. He doesn’t just want to see her on a screen; he wants her in his bed. And he’s not interested in sharing.”
The Director paused, a cold, knowing smirk appearing on her lips. “You know his reputation, Sarah. He doesn’t just ‘date’ women; he collects them. He has a notorious appetite for the most famous idols and actresses in the country—girls who are viewed as untouchable by the general public. He treats them like rare artworks, acquiring them one by one to satisfy his whims. He’s built a private gallery of the most beautiful women in Asia, and he’s known for his obsession with ‘breaking’ the image of the pure and innocent.”
She leaned in closer, her voice becoming a sharp whisper. “To him, Hana is the ultimate prize. The ‘National Sweetheart’—the one girl whose purity and sweetness are her brand. For a man like him, the thrill isn’t just in the sex; it’s in the possession. He wants to be the one to claim her, to strip away that innocent image, and to make her his personal plaything. He doesn’t see her as a person with feelings or a relationship with a Prime; he sees her as the missing piece in his collection.”
The Director’s eyes flickered with greed. “And because he’s a Chaebol, he doesn’t just offer a salary; he offers a lifestyle of absolute luxury and power. He’s used to getting exactly what he wants, regardless of the cost or the competition. If he’s decided that Hana is his next acquisition, he’ll move heaven and earth to ensure she’s delivered to him.”
The manager gasped, her eyes widening. “A Chaebol? But… Jun is a Prime Candidate. He’s the most desired man on the island.”
“Desire is for the masses; power is for the elite,” Angela countered coldly. “If we can manage to secure her schedule and lock her into a contract that gives us total control over her public and private appearances, the Chaebol is willing to pay a sum that would make our current quarterly projections look like pocket change. He wants her handed to him, and he’s willing to pay a premium to ensure she’s ‘available’ for him.”
The Director’s lips curled into a greedy smile. “Think of the windfall payment, Sarah. Not just for the agency, but for us personally. A commission like that would secure our futures for a lifetime.”
The manager’s confusion vanished, replaced by a sudden, sharp greed. She could almost feel the weight of the money. “I see. So we aren’t just managing a talent; we’re brokering a deal.”
“Exactly,” Director Kang replied. “The ‘National Sweetheart’ is a valuable asset, and it’s time we treated her as one.”
“Should I raise the offer?” the manager asked, her voice now eager. “If we increase the signing bonus or offer her a luxury apartment in Seoul, she might be more inclined to sign immediately. We can persuade her that her future is with us, not just with a boy on an island.”
Director Kang nodded in approval. “Do it. Give her a number she can’t refuse. I don’t care how we frame it—tell her it’s for her ‘growth’ or ‘security.’ Just get that signature. Once she’s legally bound to us, we can start manipulating her schedule to fit the Chaebol’s needs.”
The Director paused, her eyes narrowing as she thought of the Prime Candidate. “And Sarah, be mindful of Jun. He’s a variable we haven’t fully accounted for. He’s not just some spoiled boy; he’s an influence. If he’s whispering in her ear about ‘independence’ or ‘loyalty,’ he could easily block our path. We can’t have him convincing her that her happiness is more valuable than a massive payout.”
She leaned in, her voice becoming a cold, calculated command. “Ensure that Jun doesn’t become an obstacle. If you have to, subtly plant the seed in Hana’s mind that Jun’s ‘love’ is a limitation—that he can’t provide the kind of security and global power that we, and our Chaebol contact, can. We need her to see the contract not as a surrender, but as an upgrade. Make sure Jun is seen as the ‘sweet’ option, while we are the ‘successful’ option. We need her signature, and I won’t let some boy’s romantic notions stand in the way of a windfall payment.”
Both women shared a look of cold understanding. To them, Hana wasn’t a girl in love or a talent with a career; she was a high-value piece of property, and they were the ones who would profit from her sale.
The shopping district of Academy Island was a kaleidoscope of neon lights and luxury boutiques, but for Hana, the real action was happening in the small, floating screen of her livestream. She was walking side-by-side with Akane, her camera held high, her face glowing with a bright, lapped-over—sorry, radiant—smile that had earned her the title of the “Nation’s Sweetheart.”
“And look at this place, everyone!” Hana chirped, her voice a melodic, high-pitched, energy-filled tone that kept her viewers hooked. “The boutiques here are just insane! I feel like I’m in a dream. I’m so happy to be back—I mean, visiting! I’m just so happy to be here!”
The chat was moving at a blinding speed, a waterfall of emojis and exclamations.
【OMG Hana is so cute today! 😍】
【Look at that outfit! She’s literally a goddess! ✨】
【Wait, is she in the L’Aura district? I saw her walk past a lingerie shop!】
Hana giggled, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. “A lingerie shop? Who says I’m looking at lingerie? I’m just… window shopping!”
But the chat didn’t let it go. Within seconds, the “window shopping” comment triggered a wave of teasing.
【Lies! We saw the lace! 🔍】
【Window shopping for a new bra? 👙】
【She’s blushing! She’s definitely looking for something ‘special’ for Jun!】
Hana let out a playful pout, her eyes sparkling. “Fine! Maybe I’m looking for something. But since you’re all so curious, I’ll show you some of the other things I’ve found!”
She stepped into a boutique, the camera panning across rows of high-fashion attire. Hana began a “mini-fashion show,” holding up a series of outfits against her body. First, she held up a sheer, white off-the-shoulder blouse paired with a tight, high-waisted skirt.
【SOPHISTICATED! 🤍】
【She looks like a young CEO! Very elegant!】
【Wait, that skirt is so tight… it shows off her curves perfectly! 🍑】
“Too formal,” Hana murmured, tossing the outfit aside. Next, she held up a playful, pastel-pink sundress with a fluttering hem and a deep V-neck that teased the curve of her breasts.
【CUTE OVERLOAD! 🌸】
【The ‘National Sweetheart’ look! 10/10!】
【I bet Jun would love the pink one… so innocent! 🥺】
“A bit too ‘sweet,’ don’t you think?” Hana teased, her voice dropping a notch. She then pulled out a daring, midnight-black slip dress made of shimmering silk, something that clung to every curve of her body and looked more like nightwear than daywear.
The chat went absolutely wild.
【SULTRIY! 🔥🔥🔥】
【Sora is the Ice Queen, but Hana is the Fire!】
【The look in her eyes changed! She’s not the ‘Sweetheart’ in that dress!】
【SURELY JUN WOULD LOSE HIS MIND! 💦】
Hana laughed, her face flushing deeper. “You guys are being so noisy! I can’t decide which one to get. Should I go for ‘elegant,’ ‘cute,’ or… ‘daring’?”
The chat exploded into a voting war, with the “daring” option winning by a landslide. Hana beamed, feeling a rush of excitement. She wasn’t just choosing clothes; she was curating an image. She wanted to be everything to Jun—the sweet childhood friend, the elegant woman, and the irresistible temptation.
But as she spoke, the chat erupted. The viewers, who had spent thousands of hours analyzing every frame of her life, had noticed a pattern. Lately, Hana had been spending an unusual amount of time in body-care salons and high-end lingerie boutiques. The deduction was instantaneous.
【SHE’S DOLLING UP! 😱】
【Hana is preparing for the big event! She’s definitely trying to seduce Jun!】
【Is she finally giving her first time to Jun? My heart can’t take this! ❤️】
Hana stopped walking for a second, her expression a mix of embarrassment and playful shyness. She looked at the camera, her eyes shimmering, looking like a guilty child who had been caught stealing a cookie. “You guys… you’re too observant,” she whispered, her voice becoming soft and intimate, as if she were sharing a secret with millions of people.
Then, in a moment of uncharacteristic honesty, she leaned closer to the lens. “I… I can’t help it. I just want to look my best. Because… well… sometime soon, I really want to have sex with Jun.”
The chat went into a complete meltdown. The screen was practically vibrating with the sheer volume of comments, a blur of fire emojis, water droplets, and heart-eyes.
【SURELY! GO FOR IT! 🔥】
【GIVE HIM EVERYTHING, HANA! 💦】
【TIPS: Try the lace set! He’ll love it!】
【PRO TIP: Try the ‘lotus’ position, it’s the best for connection! 🌸】
As Hana stared at the screen, the suggestions became more specific, more visceral, and far more daring. The “simps” were no longer just cheering; they were acting as unofficial sex consultants.
【Suger-tip: Start with a slow-burn oral! Let him feel every inch of your tongue before you take him all the way in! 👅】
【TRY THE COW-GIRL! 🐎 Ride him like you mean it! I bet he’d look so hot looking up at you while you bounce!】
【SURELY SHE’LL TRY THE DOGGY! 🐕 Imagine the sound of him slamming into her from behind… the wet slaps would be insane!】
【PRO TIP: Try the ‘Legs-on-Shoulders’ move! It allows for the deepest penetration. He could probably hit her womb with a cock that size! 🤯】
The chat then shifted toward “service”—the idea of Hana completely dedicating her body to Jun’s pleasure.
【Hana, please tell us you’ll be his little slave for the night! 🙇♀️】
【Imagine her just lying there, legs spread wide, waiting for him to do whatever he wants… total surrender!】
【SURELY SHE’LL GIVE HIM A FULL-SERVICE TREATMENT! 💆♀️ Massage first, then oral, then the main event… he deserves the royal treatment!】
【I bet she’d look so cute begging him for more while she’s shaking from a climax! 🥺💦】
Hana’s face was now a deep, burning crimson. She could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks, her heart hammering against her ribs. The sheer audacity of the comments was overwhelming, yet she found herself agreeing with almost all of them. She didn’t just want to “have sex” with Jun; she wanted to experience every single one of those sensations. She wanted to feel the depth, the weight, and the absolute power of him.
“You guys… you’re really thinking about all this?” Hana whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shyness and growing arousal. “I… I don’t know about ‘slave’… but I do want to make him feel… everything.”
The chat erupted again, a chorus of “YES!” and “GO FOR IT!” as the viewers felt they had successfully “guided” her toward the most intense experience possible. For Hana, the livestream was no longer just about her brand; it was a public vow of her desire, a promise that when she finally got Jun alone, she would leave nothing to chance.
“Hana, you’re rambling,” Akane’s voice cut through the noise. She stepped into the frame, holding up a set of sheer, lacy lingerie that Hana had been eyeing. “Do you want the midnight blue or the champagne gold? The gold matches your skin tone better, but the blue is more… daring.”
As Hana reached for the lingerie, a single comment flickered across the screen, a sharp contrast to the general excitement. It didn’t use emojis, and it didn’t follow the frantic energy of the other fans. It was a cold, singular statement:
【Stop dreaming. She doesn’t belong to you, and she doesn’t belong to the public. She belongs to me.】
The comment was gone in a flash, swiped away by the moderators in the middle of the chat storm, as if the agency was trying to erase a glitch in the narrative. Hana didn’t even notice it. She was too busy holding the lace against her body, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, completely unaware that a predator had just marked his territory in the most public way possible.
As Hana looked at the sheer variety of options in the boutique, the chat shifted from general advice to an obsessive focus on what she should wear. The “simps” were no longer just suggesting styles; they were practically designing her ensemble, their comments becoming a feverish guide to seduction.
【LACE IS BASIC! Go for something that really teases him! 👙】
【Try a sheer babydoll! Something that shows everything but hides nothing! ✨】
Hana bit her lip, her eyes scanning the racks. “I… I don’t know. I want something that makes me look pretty, but… maybe something a bit more ‘special’?”
The chat exploded.
【SPECIAL?! Go for an OPEN CROTCH set! 😱】
【YES! Imagine his face when he realizes he doesn’t even have to move the fabric to get to her pussy! 💦】
【Imagine her wearing a beautiful lace bodice, but with nothing at the bottom… just a thin string and an open gusset. He could taste her the second he pulls her close! 👅】
Hana gasped, her face turning a vivid shade of crimson. “Open crotch? That’s… that’s so bold!”
【BOLD IS WHAT JUN WANTS! 🔥】
【Wait, what about BONDAGE style? ⛓️】
【YES! A harness set! Something with straps that pull her breasts up and cinch her waist! It would make her look like a gift wrapped just for him! 🎁】
【Imagine her in a black leather harness with lace inserts… the contrast would be insane! She’d look like a little captive waiting for her Master! 🙇♀️】
Hana’s breathing grew shallow. The idea of being “wrapped” or “bound” sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She found herself reaching for a set that combined both—a delicate, translucent white lace set that looked innocent at first glance, but featured an intricate series of straps that wrapped around her thighs and waist, and a daringly open crotch that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
【OH MY GOD, SHE’S ACTUALLY LOOKING AT THE HARNESS! 🤯】
【SURELY SHE’LL WEAR THE OPEN ONE! 💦】
【Imagine Jun’s cock hitting that open lace… he wouldn’t even need to undress her! He could just slide right in! 🚀】
“It’s… it’s a bit too much, isn’t it?” Hana whispered, though she was already imagining the weight of Jun’s hand on her hip, his fingers grazing the straps, and the sudden, shocking heat of his cock pressing against her exposed heat.
“Actually,” Akane whispered, leaning into the frame with a mischievous glint in her eye, “I think the ‘bold’ look suits you, Hana. It shows you’re not just a sweetheart—you’re a woman who knows exactly what she wants.”
Hana let out a soft, needy moan, her fingers trembling as she clutched the lace and leather set. The chat was now a storm of “YES!” and “BUY IT!”, their collective desire fueling Hana’s own. She wasn’t just buying lingerie; she was buying a scenario. She wanted to be the “gift” that Jun unwrapped, the “captive” he claimed, and the “sweetheart” who surprised him with her raw, uninhibited hunger.