Chapter 17
Chapter 17
"Are you a manager, or are you a team leader?"
Responses come from both the front and the back simultaneously.
"What are you saying, this guy? I don't even know you. Anyway, this shitty theater troupe. I was planning on quitting first anyway?"
As Da-young screams, the man whose wrist I'm holding screams back just as loudly.
"I was planning on firing you today anyway! Nothing but complaints, complaints every single day! I can't work with a bastard like you who just ruins the overall atmosphere and everyone's mood!"
"Fine. You wanker troupe bastards, live like that forever and then get the hell out onto the streets."
That's one hell of a curse.
Da-young runs off without even looking back.
I chase after her.
"Hey, Da-young-ssi. No, Da-young-ah."
When I call her name pretending we're close, Da-young, who was running full speed, stops in her tracks.
"And who are you again?"
A normal woman might be flustered or at least a little scared.
Da-young didn't have any of that.
I liked that about her.
How should I put it?
Ah, this woman is strong.
Because she's strong.
I feel like it'd be fine to just fuck her, right? I feel like if I just had an excuse, I'd want to fuck her no matter what reason I had to make up.
[Not bad.]
"I protected you. Can't I at least get a thank you? No, I'm also someone who's going to change your life."
"What kind of bullshit......"
Her mouth was a bit foul.
No, she was definitely a woman with a rough personality.
"Who asked you to protect me? Fuck, I would've felt more relieved getting slapped in the face right then and there. And who the hell are you to change someone else's life, you asshole?"
"That's true. But, have you ever thought about becoming an idol?"
"I'm an actress, you fuck. What kind of idol? This guy just pops out of nowhere."
"If you debut as an idol, you'll succeed no matter what. Hmm. No, wait."
I grab Da-young's wrist and ask.
"What do you want to do? Let's start with that."
"Didn't you learn not to grab a woman you don't know by the wrist?"
As soon as she finishes speaking, Da-young uses self-defense to try and kick my shin, but unfortunately, I easily block even that and push her back again.
"You're incredibly strong for a woman I've seen. I'm not exactly weak myself."
"Ugh."
"Just tell me. It doesn't cost money. No, wait. If I hear that and convince you to debut as an idol, I'm actually making money. I'm doing this to put you on a pile of money."
"I don't need money or anything?"
"Huh? First time I've seen a bastard who doesn't want money."
As I mock her slightly, Da-young knits her brows together, looking like she's about to flare up again.
She is fucking pretty.
I admitted that at least her visuals were S-grade or higher.
"It's not that I don't need money at all. Anyway, in this day and age, I can make a living if I earn the minimum. I just want to act. Satisfying acting, satisfying works."
"So you're going to keep joining B-grade theater troupes like this and repeating the same process over and over? Like you said, those troupes are just child's play. And with your personality, it seems like trouble will happen wherever you go, right? Unless you start your own troupe."
"......."
"But that's impossible too. With a personality like that, who would accept you?"
"So. What do you want me to do? None of your business, fuck. If I work hard, I'll be rewarded someday."
It was nothing if not a childish mindset.
Yeah, hard work doesn't lie.
But there was a slight trick to this. Hard work 'usually' doesn't lie, that's all.
Hard work lies too.
Especially in this day and age.
The problem is that a stubborn person like this won't break their stubbornness even if a knife is put to their throat.
How can I knock this bitch down?
Should I just really pounce on her?
[I'll give you some special advice here. Regardless, finding a talent like Da-young is Master's achievement.]
"Oh."
[The answer is very simple.]
[Let her meet Han Hye-eun. Then you will be able to achieve what you want, Master.]
"Huh?"
"What is it?"
"That's really all it takes?"
The answer was so simple it was absurd.
I couldn't really believe that just that alone would be enough to get this foul-tempered bitch into my hands.
"Hey, do you like Han Hye-eun?"
At that moment, Da-young flinched.
"I'm a hardcore fan."
"What the hell is a 'hardcore fan'?"
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Do you want to meet Han Hye-eun?"
Da-young's eyes went wide.
For the first time, the malice disappears from this bitch's eyes.
More than 70% of the people walking around inside the theater were couples.
Even if someone came alone, they were just fiddling with their phones for no reason, or killing time with earphones in, trying hard to act nonchalant.
But in the middle of that, I see one woman sitting there blankly, all alone.
She looks like an orphan abandoned by her parents.
She was sitting there blankly, without any real life in her eyes.
It's Eun Hee-ju.
She was just sitting there on the chair I told her to rest in, literally just breathing.
"Ha, seriously."
That sight is absurd, but I also feel good for some reason.
How should I put it?
Because I think, she really is a kid who only listens to me.
It's also fascinating to think that a kid like that actually exists in the world.
"She's something else. Does she really not function without me?"
While muttering that, I'm on my way back to Eun Hee-ju.
Before that, I see a man approaching her and holding out his phone.
Seeing that, I suddenly feel like shit.
Eun Hee-ju shakes her head slightly at the guy. It was a small shake, but her refusal was clear.
However, the guy doesn't know when to quit and shoves his phone at her again.
But Eun Hee-ju doesn't even spare the guy a glance.
"Ah. You're back."
"Yeah, I'm back."
When I answer a bit irritably, Eun Hee-ju reads my mood. The guy looks lost for a moment, then quickly scurries away.
"What was that bastard?"
"Oh. He asked me for my phone number. But I don't have a phone, so I refused."
That wasn't a very satisfying answer.
"If you had a phone, would you have given him your number?"
I might have shown a bit of irritability toward Eun Hee-ju for the first time.
But, why is that?
"Team Leader-nim. Are you angry?"
Eun Hee-ju seemed somewhat happy.
No, her expression was the same.
That's just how I felt.
"No, well, I'm not particularly angry. Come to think of it, you didn't have a phone."
"Yes. Because I don't need one. There's no one to contact."
"Hmm."
I stroke my chin for a moment.
"Originally, trainees at our agency aren't allowed to have mobile phones. I can't really get you one with company money. But I'll get you one with my own money. It can be frustrating if I can't reach you like before."
"Ah. Yes. Thank you."
"Instead, you're only registering my number on it. Got it?"
"Yes. I'll do that. I don't think I'll need anyone else's number anyway."
Now that answer is a bit more satisfying.
"Yeah. Do that."
"Ah. Team Leader Manager-nim. But did you come alone?"
"Huh? Ah. I made an appointment to meet someone later."
"......."
"Don't worry. I have some time until the appointment, so we'll watch one more play. I'll get you a phone, and I'll take you to your dorm."
"......Yes."
So, while picking another play.
"Hm?"
Every time women pass in front of me, Eun Hee-ju quietly covers my eyes with both hands.
"Why?"
"It seems too bright."
Then you should cover your own eyes.
Why are you covering my eyes?
I was dumbfounded and chuckled, but I just let it slide.
Because it's Eun Hee-ju, not just anyone else.
"Ah. Team Leader Manager-nim."
"Hm?"
"What should I do to succeed quickly?"
"You're secretly greedy, aren't you? Hey, we're just starting. Why are you already thinking about success? For the time being, just work hard on the training I tell you to do."
"Yes......."
"First, your job today is to watch the actors performing right in front of you and learn their emotional expressions. Crying. Laughing. Getting angry. Things like that. Got it? Watch the audience's reactions too, and see in which scenes they feel those things more clearly."
"Okay."
Eun Hee-ju's answer is trustworthy.
Because I've already seen that she's not a kid who just gives answers.
"Anyway, I should get Da-young's contract ready too."
"I'll succeed quickly. Team Leader Manager-nim."
"Yeah, yeah."
Nodding, I ended up falling asleep completely during the next play. And on the way to the dorm, Eun Hee-ju fell asleep.
She said she couldn't sleep, so it was impressive enough that she focused on watching two plays in a row.
"Where shall I go."
After tucking the sleeping Eun Hee-ju into her dorm, I checked the time and started walking.
It was time to go meet Han Hye-eun and Da-young.
[Noble Apartment]
The place we agreed to meet was Han Hye-eun's house.
[Kim Hyun-woo : Hye-eun-ah, let's see your face today.]
[Han Hye-eun : Suddenly?]
[Kim Hyun-woo : If I say let's meet, let's meet. You bitch. Do you not want to?]
[Han Hye-eun : Aing, of course I have to meet if Oppa wants to see me. I just need to be ready to get fucked, right?]
As expected of my #1 fuck toy.
[Kim Hyun-woo : I'm going to fuck you to my heart's content today. But it's not just you I'm going to fuck. I'm going to fuck one more person. I'm thinking of doing it with three people.]
[Han Hye-eun : Hmm. It's ambiguous, like I hate it but I like it.]
[Kim Hyun-woo : I'm trying to cast her as a trainee, but her personality isn't easy. I want you to help me a bit.]
[Han Hye-eun : I don't know what it is. But you just mean I need to make her Oppa's slave too, right?]
[Kim Hyun-woo : You know well.]
[Han Hye-eun : I'm a little jealous, actually. If Oppa is trying to cast her as a trainee, it means she has that much talent.]
Han Hye-eun definitely didn't have a good personality either.
Looking at her now, I think I know why this bitch failed after her first project.
[Kim Hyun-woo : Don't put any unnecessary personal feelings into it. Do it well.]
[Han Hye-eun : Yes. Oppa.]
As I arrived in front of Han Hye-eun's house.
I see Da-young, who put a lot of effort into her appearance, waiting while fidgeting with her hair.
'She is fucking pretty.'
Seriously.
Even earlier, I thought she was pretty enough to chew up and spit out most celebrities.
The Da-young right now was truly on another level.
I can't even understand why a kid like this was in that B-grade theater troupe, taking on B-grade roles and showing off B-grade acting.
"Let's go in."
"Ah. Is this really Han Hye-eun-ssi's mansion?"
"Yeah."
"Wait. How do you know that?"
That's because I fucked Han Hye-eun here.
"Because I was Han Hye-eun's manager. Recently, for a bit. That's why Han Hye-eun's form is up, too. Because I helped her."
"Even without your help, Eonni would have done well on her own."
"Yeah."
Growl all you want now.
Because soon you'll be getting fucked by me and whimpering.
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Ding!
Arriving in front of Han Hye-eun's front door, I press the bell, and Han Hye-eun opens the door and welcomes us.
"Ah! Welcome, Hyun-woo Oppa."
Just looking at her bright smiling face, you wouldn't think this woman is the same female who would spread her pussy in front of me and bark like a dog, begging me to fuck her more.
Han Hye-eun was an actress.
"Ah. And are you Da-young? I heard about you from Oppa. He said you're a fan of mine. Ah, thank you so much. I had a bit of a long slump, but my form has been coming back up recently."
"I, I! No, it's not that. That...... Ah, hello! I decided to try acting after watching the first project you appeared in."
"Oh my, really? We should have a long talk, shouldn't we? Come on in. Eonni has everything set up. Do you drink?"
"I, alcohol......"
"Ayy, you have to drink. You're not going to drink on a good day like today? Eonni would be disappointed."
"I'll drink."
"Yeah."
"You have to drink."
Alcohol and sex are inseparable, after all.