Size Alone Won't Do
A week later, on a Monday, Min-ho arrived at Studio A of Venus Entertainment. Today they were shooting his official debut, opposite Ha-rin.
"Min-ho oppa!"
Ha-rin came running, hand lifted in a wave.
"Look after me today!"
"You too, Ha-rin."
Director Tae-jun walked over.
"Min-ho, Ha-rin—I'll walk you through today's concept."
"Yes."
"The concept is Purity and Temptation. Ha-rin, you play an innocent girl cramming to retake the college entrance exam. Min-ho, you're the private tutor out of an elite university, and..."
He went on.
"Partway through, Lee Tae-min joins as a friend of Ha-rin's older brother."
"What?"
Min-ho startled.
"It's a threesome. Ha-rin, caught between two men..."
"Ah. I see."
He had never shot a threesome before.
"Tae-min's a ten-year veteran. He'll lead you through it. You just follow him, Min-ho."
"Understood."
The door opened, and a man came in. Lee Tae-min—mid-thirties, by the look of him, a solid frame at about a hundred and seventy-five centimeters, a handsome face, and confidence pouring off him.
"Hello, Director."
"Tae-min. You're here."
Tae-min glanced around the studio and found Min-ho.
"Ah. So the rookie from the rumors is Jeong Min-ho."
"Yes. Hello."
Min-ho bowed his head. Tae-min looked him up and down.
"One-sixty-eight... Smaller than I expected."
"Yes..."
"And the size? As advertised?"
The question was blunt as a shove.
"That's..."
"Well. We'll see soon enough."
Tae-min laughed, a short mocking sound.
"Congratulations on a rookie getting lucky and blowing up. Just don't think this industry is that easy."
"...Thank you."
He brushed past Min-ho and went to Ha-rin.
"Ha-rin. Been a while, hasn't it? We worked together a year ago."
"Yes, Tae-min oppa. Have you been well?"
"Can't complain. Look after me today."
His hand settled on her shoulder. Watching it, Min-ho felt something unpleasant turn over in his chest.
Filming began. The first scene was only the two of them, on a living-room set: Min-ho teaching Ha-rin math.
"Ha-rin, you solve this one like this."
"Teacher... more than studying, I..."
She leaned in close.
"I'm more curious about you, Teacher."
The acting sat naturally on her. She kissed him.
"Cut! Good! So natural!"
The next scene moved them to the bedroom. Min-ho and Ha-rin started taking their clothes off, and then the main scene was underway, Min-ho moving slowly above her.
"Ha-rin... feel good?"
"Yes... Min-ho oppa... mmh..."
Where the role called for Teacher, she let oppa slip in, easy as breathing.
That was when it happened.
"Cut! Tae-min, enter!"
Tae-min burst onto the set as the brother's friend.
"Hey! What the hell are you two doing!"
In the scenario, he had just stormed Ha-rin's room.
"T-Tae-min oppa...!"
"Move, you little shit!"
He shoved Min-ho hard. For a piece of acting, there was a great deal of real force in it. Min-ho went sprawling off the bed and onto the floor.
"Tae-min oppa, no! We—"
"Shut up! You need to be taught all over again."
He laid Ha-rin back on the bed and yanked his pants down.
"I'll show you what a real man is."
Then he took the place that had been Min-ho's and pushed in. The movement was a veteran's. He knew exactly where Ha-rin was sensitive, and he used it; the give and take of his strength was perfect, and her moans changed under him.
"Nnh—ahh! Tae-min oppa...!"
He worked her with a dazzling roll of his hips. Min-ho could only watch from beside the bed. Shock came first. Under it, slowly, disgust climbed.
"Hah! Ah, so good... it's too good...!"
Ha-rin's arms wound around Tae-min's back.
"Tae-min oppa... god... ruin me... mmh!"
"Well? Not quite like that greenhorn, is it?"
Tae-min flicked a glance at Min-ho and sneered.
"Yes... yesss... Tae-min oppa, you're so good...!"
Her eyes had gone slack. It was impossible to tell the performance from the real thing.
"Haa... if I'd known it would feel like this, forget Min-ho oppa... I should have done it with Tae-min oppa way sooner..."
That line was not in the script. It was an ad-lib, spilled out of her with the truth still warm in it, as Tae-min's technique melted her down.
Something in Min-ho snapped. He heard it. Jealousy blew open like a volcano. My partner. How dare he. Right in front of me.
"Move."
He caught Tae-min by the shoulder and shoved, hard.
"Huh? Hey, what do you think you're—"
In the space that shove opened, Min-ho lunged like an animal and climbed on top of Ha-rin.
"Ha-rin. Say it again."
He drove into her, rough, with nothing measured about it.
"Aaah!"
There was no technique left in him. He bore down on her with nothing but overwhelming size and force, and the wet crack of flesh on flesh rang through the set.
"Ah! Aagh! Min-ho oppa! You're too big! So deep!"
"Who feels better? Huh? Say it!"
"Ahh—! Min-ho oppa! Yours is the best! I'm so full!"
Min-ho pounded into her like a man out of his mind, and Tae-min's face twisted as he shoved back in.
"You son of a bitch—your senior's in the middle of this!"
He knocked Min-ho aside again.
"It's my turn."
"Don't make me laugh!"
The two of them grappled over Ha-rin's body, a ridiculous tangle, each hell-bent on being the one inside her.
"Oh, for god's sake! Knock it off!"
Pinned between them, Ha-rin shouted.
"Both of you, stop fighting... and do it together, nicely!"
"What?"
"What, the two of you can't satisfy a single me? I'm telling you to come at me together!"
The dare hung in the air. Tae-min and Min-ho looked at each other, and something competitive and ugly woke between them.
"Fine. Sure about this, Min-ho?"
"Worry about tiring out first, senior."
Tae-min moved around behind her.
"Then I'll take the back. You take the front."
"Understood."
The position settled. Tae-min pushed into her from behind, and Min-ho stood before her face.
"Ha-rin, open your mouth."
He brought the heavy weight of himself to her lips.
"Mmh..."
She opened wide and took him in. At the same moment Tae-min drove into her from behind.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
She was packed full at both ends. Min-ho's size stretched her jaw so wide it looked ready to come unhinged.
"All right—here we go!"
Tae-min slammed into her from behind, hard and fast. Unwilling to lose, Min-ho snapped his hips and thrust deep into her throat.
"Ghk! Guh—! Mmph!"
Tears sprang in Ha-rin's eyes, but her face was lost in ecstasy. Nothing filled the studio but the two men's rough breath and the choked sound of her moans. The pace climbed as if they were racing.
"Ha-rin, I'm gonna come!"
Tae-min shouted it from behind her.
"Me too... I'm coming!"
Min-ho was at his limit as well.
"Pull out! On her face!"
At Tae-min's word, both men pulled free of her at once.
"Haa... haa..."
Tae-min finished first, across her chest. Thick fluid slicked her collarbones and the cleft between her breasts.
"Ngh—!"
A heartbeat later Min-ho aimed at her face, and it hit in heavy, relentless spurts.
"Mmph!"
There was an absurd amount of it. Nothing Tae-min had given her could compare. It struck her face and sheeted her white—eyes, nose, mouth, even her hair.
"Pwah—!"
Ha-rin dragged in a breath and wiped at what covered her. Her face was so coated in semen she could barely get her eyes open.
"Cut! Okay!"
Director Tae-jun's voice cut through.
"Perfect. That was actually real."
Applause broke from the crew. Min-ho stared at Tae-min, still breathing hard, and Tae-min looked back with a strange expression of his own.
I won't lose.
Min-ho clenched his fist.
When the shoot was over and he was changing in the dressing room, Tae-min came in.
"Min-ho."
"Yes?"
"Today... good work."
His face was complicated.
"That shove earlier. You've got some strength in you."
"I'm sorry. I got too deep into the scene and..."
"No. You need that kind of nerve."
He stepped closer.
"But watch yourself from here on. I mean it."
"What do you mean?"
"The size, the volume—both are impressive. I'll give you that. But..."
His voice dropped.
"That's exactly why plenty of people are jealous. Not just me."
"..."
"Be careful. Industry politics are vicious."
Tae-min left. Min-ho let out a long breath.
So this is the industry.
That night, at home, Min-ho opened his Status Window.
I don't even know what the quest is. But I have to level up, and soon.
Tae-min's hazing came back to him—the blow to his shoulder, the shove, the voice that brushed him aside as if he weren't there. There had been nothing Min-ho could do.
Why?
Stamina: 30 / 100
Strength: 28 / 100
Not even the body of an ordinary grown man. If Tae-min had truly hit him, Min-ho would have been able to do nothing at all.
I'm weak.
The size was there. The body was not. He was short, and his frame was thin, and none of the rest of it mattered until that changed. I need strength. Real strength. Industry politics, the jealousy of the men above him, the hazing—skill would not beat any of that. He needed power that was actually his.
I have to level up fast. Stamina and strength, both of them, have to come up. Only then would no one look down on him. Only then could he stand tall.
The quest. Whatever it is, I have to clear it soon. He closed his fist. Size and virility were not enough. If he meant to survive in this industry, he had to become truly strong.
More experience. Faster growth. The hunger to level up surged through him. He closed the Status Window and lay back on the bed.
The next quest. I want it finished. Soon.
