Chapter 18
There’s a reason they say alcohol is the foundation of entertaining guests.
“Does it taste good?”
“Yes, unnie. It’s really good. This is so sweet!”
“Alcohol’s great these days. It’s sweet, and you can get pleasantly drunk, too.”
“Hehe.”
Once alcohol got into you, your heart naturally loosened up.
Your smile came more easily.
And when you were in front of someone you liked, you could happily accept anything. For example, if I kissed Da-young on the cheek right now, a kitchen knife would come flying at me.
But if Han Hye-eun kissed Da-young on the cheek, Da-young would be beside herself with joy.
‘I’m definitely being treated like a total extra here. But I can’t say I mind when the view’s this nice.’
Han Hye-eun and Lee Da-young didn’t even spare me a glance. Whatever they found so amusing, they were laughing and chattering like crazy.
It didn’t look like anything serious or meaningful was coming up yet.
Is this what they call girls’ talk?
If it were me, I’d have gotten straight to the point.
Men and women really did seem to be on different wavelengths.
“I can’t believe I get to see you this close up, unnie. It feels like a dream.”
The bitch who’d been saying “fuck” this and “fuck” that to me was speaking so sweetly in front of Han Hye-eun.
‘She really must like Han Hye-eun.’
[Do you think I said that for no reason? Lee Da-young is a die-hard Han Hye-eun fan.]
The world really was small.
I’d only gone to the theater thinking I’d show Hee-ju a play, but then I found Lee Da-young there.
And Lee Da-young was a huge Han Hye-eun fan.
What were the odds of a coincidence like that?
‘And that Lee Da-young is going to get fucked by me tonight.’
I was muttering that to myself while sitting alone in a secluded corner, nibbling on jokbal and sipping soju.
Twitch—.
My body shuddered before I knew it.
Because a seductive leg stretched out beneath the table and brushed right across my crotch.
What a filthy, lustful bitch.
Of course, it wasn’t Lee Da-young.
It was Han Hye-eun.
She’d had a little to drink, and she was already getting worked up, starting to warm up. She spread her thighs wide in front of me, as if asking me to scratch her pussy.
‘Fuck, this is so damn hot.’
This woman was so good at rubbing my cock with her toes, I wondered if she’d filmed porn or something.
I was already rock-hard, and the urge to cum was building.
But I couldn’t exactly cum in my slacks while Lee Da-young was happily chatting right beside me.
‘Cut it out, you bitch.’
I was about to lose it if she kept going.
Clatter—.
I deliberately dropped my chopsticks on the floor. Using that as an excuse, I ducked beneath the table and shoved my fingers hard into Han Hye-eun’s pussy.
“Hieeet!”
“Unnie?”
“Ah! No, it’s nothing. Anyway, why don’t we talk about something a little more serious now? Why don’t you go to the bathroom and get yourself together? Your face is really red.”
It was a bizarre suggestion, to say the least.
But Lee Da-young trusted Han Hye-eun enough to believe her if she said she could make bricks with beans.
So she hurried off to the bathroom.
“Okay, unnie.”
The moment Lee Da-young was out of sight, Han Hye-eun switched places with me, unzipped my pants, and took my cock into her mouth.
“Haaah, slurp. Slurrrp……”
“You crazy bitch. What the fuck are you doing with Da-young right next to us?”
“Mmm, gulp, mm! You’re going to fuck her with me later anyway, Oppa. It’s fine. Besides, this makes it exciting.”
She had a point.
The danger had me so damn nervous that I got much harder than usual.
“Oppa. You shoved your fingers into my pussy because you were desperate not to cum, right? You did it so hard, I thought your fingers were going to reach my uterus through my panties.”
“Quit talking shit and suck. I’ll cum in your mouth. What if Da-young comes back?”
“You told her to get herself together, so she’ll check her makeup in the mirror and everything. Women take a little longer than men. So don’t worry—just push it into my mouth.”
“Bitch, open up.”
“Mmmph! Mmm……”
I immediately grabbed Han Hye-eun by the back of her head and slammed my hips into her roughly, as if I were fucking her pussy.
“Kgh!”
And before Lee Da-young came back, I poured a load of thick semen into her.
“Mmm, slurp. It’s delicious. It tastes even better after drinking. I was already dying to taste your cum, Oppa. Now we have to hurry and make sure Da-young gets fucked, too.”
“If you want to get fucked, then do a good job.”
“Mmm, I’m a little jealous, but… all right. I owe you so much, Oppa, for the pleasure and everything you’ve done for me.”
Maybe because the Blessing of Sex had weakened compared to before,
Han Hye-eun did seem less obedient than she used to be.
Still, maybe because my cock was as impressive as ever, she showed no sign of wanting to get away from me.
“You’ve got some cum left around your mouth.”
“Oh my. Slurp, that was close. Hehe.”
Just as Han Hye-eun licked up the semen running down the corner of her mouth,
Lee Da-young came out of the bathroom.
Just seeing Han Hye-eun and me talking made her brows draw together.
How much did she fucking hate me?
Even though I was the one who’d arranged for her to meet Han Hye-eun.
“Da-young. Don’t get into a staring contest with Oppa. Come over here. Let’s talk about your acting now.”
“Ah. Yes, unnie.”
Scamper, scamper.
Lee Da-young approached like a cat running to its owner for a Churu treat and sat demurely in front of Han Hye-eun.
“Honestly, it hasn’t been going well, has it?”
“No. But things could’ve gone well if everyone had just put in the effort. The people I met were all spineless, with their heads full of flowers… pathetic idiots.”
Why leave out the part about your own shitty personality?
“Sounds like they all preferred taking the easy way out.”
The amazing thing was that Han Hye-eun was earnestly showing ‘empathy’ even in the middle of all this.
She was seriously impressive.
“Yes. They didn’t want to work hard or invest time in improving. I guess they want to spend their whole lives doing B-grade plays and living like beggars.”
“That must’ve been frustrating for you, Da-young.”
“Of course. It’s only natural. Honestly, whatever it is, if you’re getting paid, selling tickets, and doing it as a job—even if you’re an amateur—shouldn’t you give it your all every time and try to put on the best show possible?”
“That’s right. You’re right.”
“But even when I point out what’s wrong, they don’t try to fix it. They just get mad and say I’m ruining the mood every time. It’s unbelievable.”
The boundless empathy of someone she admired.
On top of that, Lee Da-young had gotten properly drunk. Like a horse with its reins cut—or rather, like an eight-ton truck with busted steering—she floored it and poured out everything she’d been keeping inside.
Han Hye-eun had been waiting for this.
“But, Da-young.”
“Yes.”
“This might sound a little cruel, so don’t misunderstand. I’m saying this for your sake, so just hold your breath and hear me out for a moment.”
“Ah! Anything you say is right, unnie. You’re way better at acting than me. You’re a pro. Your acting was amazing again this time. I watched all the ads you filmed, too.”
“Thank you. But, Da-young, not just celebrities—do you know why people increasingly tend to stick with their own kind as they get older?”
Han Hye-eun smacked her lips and spoke.
“Your friends from middle and high school are great, sure. But the older people get, the more they grow apart. There’s nothing wrong with ignoring those differences and staying friends. But in the end, the people you see often are the ones on your wavelength, at your level. Do you know why?”
“……”
“If you keep hanging around with people below your level, you’ll start to lower your own level without even realizing it. And whatever else, you kept hanging around with people you yourself considered low-level. Can you really say, with complete confidence, that you had no part in that?”
Honestly, not everything Han Hye-eun said was necessarily right.
There were plenty of people who got along despite being on different levels.
But to persuade someone, sometimes you had to know how to make sophistry sound like the truth.
If Lee Da-young were truly confident, she wouldn’t have been swayed by an argument like that.
But there were things Lee Da-young felt guilty about, too.
“Well…… I do have a bit of a fiery temper. And I guess I haven’t had the chance to play in the big leagues yet.”
“A fiery temper. And you haven’t had the chance yet?”
“……”
“How is what you’re saying any different from the excuses or evasions of those people you criticized? You said you should fix what you know is wrong. You know your personality is bad, too, don’t you? Actually, before we came here, Hyeon-woo Oppa told me you had a foul mouth.”
Lee Da-young lowered her head even further.
She looked like a child who’d done something wrong in front of her parents.
“It’s okay to have a bit of a foul mouth. It might be part of your personality. But those habits aren’t exactly good, are they?”
“I’ll try to fix……”
“No. You have to fix it.”
“Yes, unnie. I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”
“And you’ve basically already gotten the chance to play in the big leagues.”
“Huh?”
Lee Da-young raised her head.
“Could it be… that chance?”
Han Hye-eun and Lee Da-young both looked at me.
“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance, all right. If I make you a success, you’ll be able to work with S-grade actors whenever you want.”
“But……”
Lee Da-young tried to protest, but
Han Hye-eun placed her hand over Da-young’s and spoke before she could.
“I think it’s a golden opportunity, too. Honestly, this is embarrassing to say, but my slump lasted a long time. I was having such a hard time I even considered retiring. Of course, I tried all sorts of things to get out of that slump, but nothing worked. Then Oppa here fixed it right away. So I can vouch for his ability.”
“But I’m an actress. Honestly, being an idol…… I’m not very confident in singing or dancing, either.”
She wasn’t confident in singing or dancing?
I answered right away.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to ask you to do super intense songs or dances. That’s fine. Think of it as learning one step at a time. We’ll start you off as an idol, keeping your future as an actress in mind.”
Of course, that was a lie.
In this day and age, how could you succeed with songs and choreography that weren’t intense?
Once she signed the contract, I planned to assign her a trainer all day and turn Lee Da-young into the best idol.
Even if I had to lie, I just had to get her to come with me first.
“Still……”
“I’d honestly feel terrible if you turned down this offer, Da-young, and went back to bouncing between those same third-rate places. It feels like your chance to finally let your talent bloom would fly away into the distance again.”
“Unnie……”
“These days, a lot of people succeed as actors after starting out as idols. You know that, too.”
“I suppose so.”
“And you can work on taming that fiery temper at the same time. Just that alone makes me think you could become an even greater actress than me.”
“……!”
It was the highest praise she could receive from the unnie she admired.
It was enough to sway Lee Da-young’s drunken heart.
“You want to give performances you’re proud of and work on productions you’re proud of, right? Oppa and I will help you do that.”
“Do you think I can?”
“You can. So, why don’t you ask Oppa to put a leash around your neck today?”
“……?”
“Unnie will take responsibility for everything, so trust me. This is the sure cure.”
A sure cure called ‘breaking her in.’
She wasn’t exactly wrong.
If she got broken in, that fiery temper of hers would get beaten out of her.
“Unnie will be there, too, so don’t be too nervous. Think of it as filming a porn video and let’s have some fun, the three of us, today. Okay?”
Then she even gave Da-young a quick kiss on the lips,
and Lee Da-young, who’d been confused the whole time, had no choice but to nod.
“Yes. I’ll trust you, unnie.”
Trust her, my ass.
You should trust someone worth trusting.
She trusted the woman who’d sent her to the bathroom, then sucked me off and took a load in her mouth.
Whatever the case, I wasn’t going to spit out what Han Hye-eun had served up to me.
“Then I’ll have to give it my all to help tame Da-young’s temper, too. In that case, I’ll go a little harder today.”
“Of course you should, Oppa.”
I chuckled and pointed at Lee Da-young and Han Hye-eun, who were still twitching, then said,
“Both of you, put on a striptease for me. Oh, and remember, this is all for you, Da-young. Hye-eun is sacrificing herself, too, all for your sake.”
Han Hye-eun took Lee Da-young’s hand with a truly actress-worthy expression and said,
“Unnie will be fine, so let’s both do our best.”
If it were just me, this never would’ve worked.
It worked because Han Hye-eun was here.
“……I’ll do it. A striptease or whatever. I just have to do what you tell me, right?”