Chapter 18

There is a reason people say alcohol is the foundation of entertaining.

"Is it good?"

"Yes, eonni. It's so delicious. This is really sweet, isn't it?"

"I've been liking alcohol lately. It's sweet, but it also gets you tipsy in a pleasant way."

"Hehe."

When alcohol enters the system, the mind naturally loosens up.

Smiles become easier to come by.

Furthermore, in front of someone you like, you're bound to accept anything happily. For instance, if I were to kiss 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, she'd be so happy she wouldn't know what to do with herself.

'I'm definitely being treated like a piece of furniture, but hey, it's a feast for the eyes, so I'm not exactly displeased.'

Han Hye-eun and Da-young weren't even glancing at me, just cackling and chatting away like crazy, wondering what was so fun between them.

There's no sign of any serious or heavy topics coming up yet.

Is this what they call girl talk?

If it were me, I would've jumped straight to the point.

I guess men and women really are wired differently.

"To be able to see you this close, eonni... It really feels like a dream."

The bitch who was shouting 'fuck this, fuck that' at me is speaking so prettily in front of Han Hye-eun.

'She really must like Han Hye-eun.'

[Do you think I said that for no reason? Da-young is a total Han Hye-eun fangirl.]

It's a small world.

I just visited the theater thinking I'd show Hee-ju a play, and then I found Da-young there.

And that Da-young is a hardcore fan of Han Hye-eun.

Can such a coincidence exist?

'And that Da-young is going to get fucked by me today.'

I muttered that to myself while sipping on soju and eating jokbal alone in the corner.

Twitch-.

I shuddered without realizing it.

Because a seductive leg stretched out under the table and stroked my crotch.

What a crazy, lecherous bitch.

Obviously, it wasn't Da-young.

It was Han Hye-eun.

She was a bit tipsy, so she was already in heat and starting to rev her engine. She spread her thighs wide in front of me, as if asking me to scratch her pussy.

'Ha, fuck, that's so hot.'

Her skill at rubbing my cock with the tip of her foot was no joke; I wondered if she'd actually filmed an adult video before.

I was already fully erect, and the urge to ejaculate was rising.

But Da-young was right next to us, happily chatting away, so I couldn't just cum in the suit pants I was wearing.

'Cut it out, you bitch.'

I felt like I was going to cum if she kept doing that.

Clatter-.

I deliberately dropped my chopsticks on the floor, used that as an excuse to get down, crawled under the table, and reached out to jab my finger hard into Han Hye-eun's pussy.

"Hieuuut!"

"Eonni?"

"Ah! No, it's nothing. More importantly, I want to have a serious talk now. Why don't you go to the bathroom and sober up a bit? Your face is too red right now."

It was an incredibly strange suggestion, but since Da-young would believe Han Hye-eun even if she said she could make soybean paste out of red beans, she ran to the bathroom immediately.

"Yes, eonni."

As soon as Da-young was sent to the bathroom, Han Hye-eun immediately switched positions with me, unzipped my pants, and took my cock into her mouth.

"Haeuum, slurrrp. Slurrrrp......."

"Fuck, you crazy bitch. Da-young is right next to us, what are you doing?"

"Haum, oop, eum! You're going to fuck her with me later anyway, Oppa. It's fine. And this is what makes it thrilling."

I have to admit, that's true.

I was unnecessarily terrified, which made me get even harder than usual.

"Oppa. You jabbed my pussy because you were in a rush to cum, right? You poked it so hard, I thought your finger reached my uterus through my panties."

"Stop talking bullshit. Hurry up and suck. I'm going to cum in your mouth. What are you going to do when Da-young comes back?"

"I told her to go sober up, so she'll be checking her makeup in the mirror and all that. Unlike men, women take a while. So don't worry and just comfortably fuck my mouth."

"You bitch, open wide."

"Ueup! Heung......."

I immediately pressed down hard on the back of Han Hye-eun's head and thrust my hips roughly, as if I were fucking her pussy.

"Keuk!"

And before Da-young came out, I poured a ton of thick semen into her mouth.

"Haeum, slurp. Delicious. It tastes even better when I've been drinking. I was already dying to have Oppa's semen. I need to make sure we can fuck Da-young soon."

"If you want to get fucked, do a good job."

"Heung, I'm a little jealous, but... well. It's fine. I've received grace and pleasure from you, Oppa."

Perhaps because the Blessing of Sex was weaker than before, I did feel that Han Hye-eun's submissiveness had dropped compared to before.

Still, perhaps because my cock was still excellent, she didn't show any signs of trying to escape me.

"You've got semen on your lips."

"Oh my. Slurp, that was a close one. Hehe."

Just as Han Hye-eun licked up the semen dripping from her lips, Da-young came out of the bathroom.

Just seeing me and Han Hye-eun talking made her brow furrow.

How much do you hate me, fuck.

Even though I'm the one who let her meet Han Hye-eun.

"Da-young. Stop having a staring contest with Oppa and come here. Let's talk about your acting now."

"Ah. Yes, eonni."

Trotting over.

Da-young approached like a cat running to its owner giving it a treat and sat demurely in front of Han Hye-eun.

"Honestly, things aren't going well, are they?"

"Yes. But they were things that could have gone well if we had just put in the effort. The people I've met were all weak-willed, idiots with nothing but flowers in their heads... pathetic losers, that's why."

Why do you leave out the fact that your personality is shitty?

"I guess they were all people who only liked things that were easy?"

What's surprising is that Han Hye-eun is faithfully 'empathizing' with her even in the midst of this.

She's truly amazing.

"Yes. They all hate putting in effort. They hate investing time to improve. I guess they want to live like beggars doing B-grade plays for the rest of their lives."

"Da-young must have hated that."

"Of course. No, it's only natural. Honestly, whatever it is, if you're getting paid, selling tickets, and working as a professional—even if you're an amateur—shouldn't you be doing your best every moment and trying to show the best performance?"

"Right. That's correct."

"But even when I point out what's wrong, they don't even think about fixing it. They just get angry, saying I'm ruining the mood every time. It's honestly ridiculous."

Infinite empathy from the person she likes.

Furthermore, Da-young, who had been drinking heavily, stepped on the gas like a wild colt—no, like an 8-ton truck with broken steering—and poured out all the stories she had been bottling up.

Han Hye-eun had been waiting for that.

"But, Da-young."

"Yes."

"This might be a bit cruel. Don't misunderstand. I'm saying this all for your sake, so please hold your breath and listen for a moment."

"Ah! If it's something you say, eonni, it's all right. You're a much better actor than me. You're a pro. Your acting this time was amazing, too. I saw all the commercials you filmed."

"Thank you. But, Da-young, it's not just celebrities. As you get older, do you know why people tend to flock together with their own kind?"

Han Hye-eun smacked her lips and said.

"Middle school, high school. It's nice to have close friends. But as you grow up, people inevitably become different. It's not bad to ignore those differences and meet up. But in the end, the people you see often are the ones who are on your wavelength, at your level. Do you know why?"

"......."

"If you keep hanging out with people of a lower level, you end up lowering your own level without realizing it. And regardless of anything else, you've been sticking with people you consider to be of a lower level. Can you really say with confidence that there was no problem with you, too?"

In reality, not everything Han Hye-eun said was the absolute truth.

Because there are many people who get along well even if their levels don't match.

But to persuade someone, you sometimes have to know how to state sophistry as if it were the truth.

If Da-young were truly confident, she wouldn't fall for such sophistry.

But Da-young had a guilty conscience.

"That's... because my personality is a bit fiery. And I guess I haven't had the chance to play in the big leagues yet."

"Fiery personality. And you haven't had the chance yet?"

"......."

"How is what you're saying right now any different from the excuses or evasions of the people you were insulting? You said if you know something is wrong, you should fix it. You know your personality is bad, right? Actually, I heard from Hyun-woo Oppa before coming here that you have a foul mouth?"

Da-young's head bowed even lower.

She looked like a child who had committed a sin in front of her parents.

"It's possible to have a foul mouth. That might be your personality. But you can't say those habits are good, can you?"

"I'll try to fix......"

"No. You have to fix it."

"Yes, eonni. I'm sorry. I'll fix it."

"And you've practically already gotten the chance to play in the big leagues."

"Yes?"

Da-young lifts her head.

"Don't tell me. That chance."

Han Hye-eun and Da-young's gazes landed on me.

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If I make you successful, you'll be able to work with S-class ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠actors whenever you want."

"No......"

Da-young tried to deny it, but before that, Han Hye-eun placed her hand on the back of Da-young's hand and opened her mouth.

"I think it's a golden opportunity, too. Honestly, it's embarrassing to say this, but my slump was quite long. It was so hard that I even thought about retiring. Of course, I tried this and that to get out of my slump, but the things that were impossible for anything else to fix, Oppa here solved immediately. In that sense, I can guarantee his ability."

"But, I'm an actor. Honestly, as for being an idol... I'm not that confident in singing or dancing."

Not confident in singing and dancing, huh.

I answered immediately.

"Don't worry. I don't intend to demand such intense singing or dancing. It's fine. Think of it as learning step by step. The idea is to start as an idol with the future goal of being an actor."

Obviously, it's a lie.

How can you succeed in this day and age without intense songs and intense choreography?

Once she signed the contract, I planned to attach trainers to her all day and make Da-young the best idol.

I just need to get her on board, even if I have to lie.

"Still."

"I would be truly heartbroken. If Da-young rejects this offer here and goes back to wandering around those low-level places, it feels like the chance for her talent to finally bloom will just fly far away again."

"Eonni......"

"These days, there are many people who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠succeed by appearing as idol-turned-actors. You know that too."

"That is true."

"And with this opportunity, you can also tone down that fiery personality. Just by doing that, I think you could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠become an even greater actor than me."

"......!"

It was the highest praise that could come from the mouth of the eonni she admired.

That was enough to shake the heart of the tipsy Da-young.

"You want to do satisfying acting and film satisfying works, right? Oppa and I will help you do that."

"Is it possible?"

"It's possible. In that sense, let's ask Oppa to put a leash on your neck today."

"......?"

"I'll take responsibility for everything. Trust me. This is the miracle cure."

A miracle cure by the name of training.

It's certainly not wrong.

If she gets trained, that fiery personality will definitely die down.

"I'll be with you too, so don't be too nervous. Just think of it as filming one adult video and let's have fun together today, the three of us. Okay?"

As she said that, she even kissed her on the lips with a mwah.

Da-young, who had been continuously confused, nodded as if she had no choice.

"Yes. I'll trust you, eonni."

Trust, my ass.

You should trust someone worth trusting.

She's trusting the woman who sent her to the bathroom and then sucked out a load of semen.

Whatever it was, I had no intention of spitting out what Han Hye-eun had spoon-fed her.

"Then, I should also help with all my might to kill Da-young's personality. In ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that sense, I'll go a bit harder today."

"Of course you should, Oppa."

I chuckled and pointed at Da-young, who was still twitching, and Han Hye-eun.

"Both of you, do a striptease in front of me. Ah, for your information, this is all for you, Da-young. Because of you, even Hye-eun is sacrificing herself."

Han Hye-eun held Da-young's hand with a truly actor-like expression and said.

"I'm fine, so let's both do our best."

If it were just me, this development wouldn't have worked at all.

But because Han Hye-eun is here, it works.

"......I'll do it. Striptease, or whatever. I just have to do as I'm told, right?"