Han Minyeong (8)
Han Minyeong suddenly glanced at the mirror and tilted her head. Her reflection in the bathroom mirror felt strangely unfamiliar.
"Something... kinda... pretty?"
She'd never once been satisfied with her face, but now, staring at this unfamiliar version of herself, she embarrassingly thought it looked a bit pretty. Despite the exhaustion from not getting proper rest due to shoots, her skin was plump and radiant. Her previously stubby nose bridge had somehow sharpened into a cute upturn, and her eyes sparkled more vividly today, enough to captivate anyone.
"Tsk, embarrassing. Is it because it's the bathroom mirror?"
Satisfaction with her own face hit her alone, and belated shame washed over her. No one was even listening, but she couldn't help it. Unable to hold back, Han Minyeong sneaked in an excuse as a mutter to herself.
"Maybe 'cause I've lost weight?"
Having to commute to distant shoots via public transport naturally shed the pounds. Moments like this made her desperately crave a car. But today, Haesol was picking her up, so she leisurely prepared to head to the set.
Publicly, the two were seen as close noona-dongseng types. And though it bruised her pride, no one suspected anything more.
'They think it's impossible for someone like me to be with Haesol. Annoying!'
Her pride stung, her heart churning in agitation, but thinking of Jin Haesol's face calmed her down.
'You bitches can badmouth me all you want. I've already done everything with Haesol!'
Everything. Held hands, hugged, dated, and even kissed!!
Honestly, Han Minyeong couldn't fathom why Jin Haesol was interested in her. But faced with this bolt-from-the-blue love, she was too young and inexperienced to resist.
'Even if Haesol's just using me for fun and will toss me aside, I should be grateful. Toughen up. If he wants to break up, play it cool!'
So she had to be careful not to fall too deeply for Jin Haesol.
But oblivious to her turmoil, Jin Haesol was merciless today as always.
"Whoa~ Noona, why're you so pretty today?"
Her heart skipped!
"M-me? Uh, maybe the makeup turned out well?"
Truth be told, the truly pretty one today wasn't her—it was Jin Haesol. She'd feasted her eyes on that face last time, but seeing it again made her heart ache.
'A face bad for heart health.'
Staring too long might cause a nosebleed, so Han Minyeong artfully turned her head at the right moment. Then she switched topics.
"Anyway, where's the manager? Why're you in the driver's seat?"
"Something came up today, so I came alone. Thanks to that, I get to date noona worry-free, right? They said they'd assign another manager but to wait, so I said I'd drive and bolted. I did good, huh?"
"...Is that okay?"
"It's not far, and not a new place, so no need for a manager. They'll send someone for the ride back after work, so no driving tired."
The road manager supposed to take her had ghosted due to a sudden issue, but since Haesol could drive, he'd volunteered and come alone. Minyeong recalled his age and couldn't hide her doubt.
"You can actually drive, right? You're a newbie driver?"
"Not a newbie. I drive really well."
In truth, Jin Haesol—a fact he couldn't reveal—was an 8-year accident-free driver. He'd gotten his license on off days, and it was paying off now.
"Just haven't shown it 'cause I didn't have a car."
After receiving an extravagant car from an anonymous fan and donating it, he'd belatedly realized the need for a license and grabbed one when time allowed. Prepared in advance, he was fully savoring the fruits of his labor today. Perfect timing since he was giving Minyeong noona a ride.
"Practiced a lot for today's shoot?"
"The action scene worries me."
Her task today: run for her life. Web dramas needed quick pacing, and this scene was Kim Ji-hye fleeing after witnessing Yoo Eun-tak's crime to survive. Too fast a pace might alienate viewers, but with no full-hour 16- or 20-episode run, it was unavoidable. So Director Choi Young-ji had to nail the directing. Reactions would hinge on execution.
"No stunt double, right?"
"Just sprinting down alleys like mad. Can't say I can't run in my position. Gotta be extra enthusiastic."
"Be careful not to trip. An actor's body is their asset, you know?"
"What makes my body so valuable... But thanks for worrying. I'll be careful not to get hurt."
One hand on the wheel, his other suddenly grabbed Minyeong's hand.
Snap!
"Eek!?"
Startled by the sudden skinship, Minyeong flinched. But she didn't pull away the captured hand.
"Don't like it?"
"N-no."
"Then lemme hold it. Feels good holding noona's hand."
"Ugh, aren't you embarrassed? How do you say that so casually?"
"Noona's too stiff. Show some aegyo to your boyfriend. Yours is seriously lacking, noona."
"Mine doesn't count as aegyo to others..."
Ugly faces doing aegyo just earn insults. So Han Minyeong had beaten it out of her system at age 8. It never landed anyway.
"Your aegyo works on me? So go wild."
"Tch..."
Thinking he'd whine about ruined eyes if she did, Han Minyeong coldly refused Jin Haesol's wish.
"Absolutely not. No way."
Her face condition was great today, prettier than usual, but not enough to fully restore her rock-bottom self-esteem. Just a small stroke of luck from weight loss, she figured.
If she knew what Jin Haesol thought staring at her face, she wouldn't be agonizing like this. But Minyeong brushed off her changes as trivial, unaware they were just beginning.
'Effects show in about three days, huh. Amazing. Definitely working.'
After last meeting's deliberations, I'd finalized Han Minyeong's looks. Now just observe the changes, but meeting again after three days, signs were already visible on her face. The low, blunt nose had perked up cutely; skin baby-soft and glowing; overall contours softly refined. To strangers, "Prettier today? New makeup?" But knowing the context, I spotted the transformation's start immediately.
'Slow the pace a bit?'
I could adjust transformation time; currently set fast to watch with my own eyes. Changes confirmed, now tweak speed so it doesn't seem weird. Extra coins made third parties oblivious even to overnight shifts, but since noona herself notices, adjustment essential.
'She'll be a stunning beauty.'
Imagining her future allure brought a pleased smile.
"Why keep grinning?"
Noona tilted her head, baffled why I smiled picturing her perfected form while driving.
"Feels like we're heading to a date, not a shoot. Sucks it's a tough scene today, but getting this compensation makes me happy."
Noona running hard in the shoot. I wouldn't just watch—I'd chase her desperately. But barely miss, so multiple takes planned.
"Tch, this isn't a date."
"Time together matters."
I kneaded Minyeong noona's hand while chatting idly. Both worried about the upcoming shoot, topics flowed endlessly. Kneading her soft hand stirred my lower body.
Mischief struck; I pulled her hand to my thigh. Feeling the firm muscle, her eyes widened.
"Eh?"
"Keep it here. Touch if you want."
"N-no touching!"
"Really? You can."
"I can?"
"We're dating. Who's gonna complain about a girlfriend touching her boyfriend's thigh?"
Gulp—her swallow echoed loudly. Amid the whirring AC, her hand tentatively brushed my thigh.
"F-firm."
"Work out a lot."
"'Cause you're an idol?"
"Yep."
"Looks skinny from outside; didn't expect this firm."
"Feels different from looks, right?"
"Mhm."
Her flushed cheeks were adorable. Her hand grew bolder over time. Thought she'd stop after a few touches, but Minyeong noona fixated on my thigh the whole drive.
Stimulation had my little buddy stirring. Unaware of the bulge, her hand crept closer. I grabbed it at my sensitive spot.
"Uh...?"
"Inside there's dangerous."
"!!"
Her face crimson. Watching her lick lips and swallow tested my patience. Wanted to pull over, pin her down.
'What time is it?'
Near the set with time left, maybe squeeze in fun? And I wasn't alone in arousal—her hand returned to my thigh.
"Can't... there?"
Blinking innocently, my trapped buddy screamed for release.
"Really wanna touch?"
"...Mhm. Perverted?"
"Nah. Go ahead. I permitted it."
I knew this world's women had stronger libidos than Earth's, but for an obvious virgin like Minyeong noona, this was boldly daring. Re-permission emboldened her; timid touches turned lewd instantly. Driving difficulty spiked; I broke a sweat.
'Oof, rubbing there like that? Ugh! Damn, hurts.'
Not sure where the courage came from, but she boldly advanced to my fully erect crotch. My confined member screamed for freedom naturally.