The Contest (2)
Click.
Did a rookie really write this? It's more fun than I expected.
Han Sojeong had read the whole first part of the script, and doubt set in. Was this truly the work of a new writer?
No. If any working writer had a style like this, there's no way I wouldn't know them.
Some things refused to stay hidden no matter how badly you wanted them hidden. A writer's private habits, the words they reached for again and again, the scenes and turns of story they treated as important — no drama PD could miss those.
So a rookie really did write it... How long have they been preparing? Research can't have been easy for someone new.
Unlike established writers and the stars, most newcomers struggled to gather material and simply fudged their way past the gaps. The script under that slightly odd pen name, Woojeong, had none of those gaps. It read as if someone had been locked in a room for six or eight years with nothing to do but write.
Well. Not that anything like that could actually be true.
Catching herself in an idle fancy, she gave a bitter smile, closed her eyes for a moment, and pictured herself producing a drama from this script. The characters rose on their own — alive, moving, speaking — until the scenes sat vivid behind her eyelids.
I'll decide after parts two and three. Rookie work swings all over the place.
Click. Click.
She opened her eyes, worked the mouse, and added the script for The One Forgotten from Memory to the first-round pass list.
"Mmm."
Han Sojeong stretched her arms out long, then checked the folder of pieces already cut from the first sort.
"I really ought to at least skim the ones we threw out."
"What?!"
The man on her team, catching the mutter from beside her, stared in open alarm.
You never know. There might be something decent in there, same as just now.
She never noticed the look. One by one she started opening the scripts in the rejected folder. By now, pulling all-nighters was simply how Han Sojeong and her team worked.
"Mmm... what? Nobody messages me at this hour."
The chime dragged me out of sleep. Thanks to Marvelous Body, I woke without a hangover.
"Nngh..."
Beside me, Lee Harin had heard it too. She was up, both hands clamped over her head.
I have to look as rattled as I can. Even if I trained her yesterday, I can't be sure. Stick to the plan — play it like the liquor made both of us slip.
"...What? It's morning already?"
Right. Figures it's only a D+ item. Use it once and the effect is just gone?
Yesterday, in the middle of sex, Harin had been nothing but polite speech. The moment she woke she was already talking the way she always did, blunt as ever, and I quietly regretted that the item hadn't stuck around.
"...Yeah. Um... good morning?"
I swallowed the disappointment and played flustered, exactly as I'd planned.
The second I offered that so-called good morning, Harin rubbed her eyes, still half in a dream, and tilted her head at me.
"...Yeah, good morning... but... Oppa, why are you naked...?"
Something about the sight of me must have felt wrong. Her voice shook as she asked why I didn't have a stitch on.
"...Good question."
I sat there at a complete loss, and she tore her eyes off me to sweep the room in a hurry.
"Oppa... no. You did all this as a joke, right..."
Blood on the floor by the bed. Dried slick. Semen crusted over her pussy and along her thighs. She grabbed my arm and shook it, refusing what was right in front of her.
"...Looks like we did it."
I closed my eyes, face gone dark, and gave her a truth she could no longer talk her way out of.
"...Eek."
Her eyes grew wider and wider as the whole mess registered as real. I knew what was coming. Palms clapped over my ears, I waited for the scream.
"...Kyaaaaaaah!!"
She screamed for a long while. Then she started to cry.
"...Hic... it was my first time... hic..."
"..."
"...Even if... hic... we were drunk... how could... a brother and sister... have sex... hic..."
"..."
"...Hic— don't just sit there, say something! You bastard!!"
I kept my mouth shut, and that only made it worse. Harin yelled at me to say something, furious.
"...What do you want me to do? I can't handle this either."
"Hic... I don't know! I don't know! You're the one who said we should drink! Take responsibility... I said take responsibility!... hic"
Tears running, she looked at me with shaking eyes. Then she balled her fists and hammered my chest, throwing a full tantrum.
Leave her like this and she'll just keep crying. Haah... calm her down first.
Honestly, the hits didn't hurt all that much. But she was pounding my chest so miserably that I knew she would never stop if I left her, so I decided to settle her before anything else.
Thwap.
"...Hoo. Hey. Calm down for a second."
Mind made up, I caught the hand beating on my chest and tried to quiet her.
"Hic... why! You pervert bastard!"
"You enjoyed it too, and I'm the only pervert— ah!"
Her cursing snapped something in me, and the retort flew out before I could stop it.
"What! What did you just say!"
Color flooded her face scarlet, and she lunged at me again.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I said I'm sorry! Just calm down. I've actually got something important to tell you!"
I apologized in a rush to the Harin charging at me and dragged her back down.
"...What."
Maybe it was the apology, or maybe the promise of something important had hooked her. I couldn't tell. Once she was calm, though, she asked, short and sulky.
"...By any chance, was it a safe day?"
"...H-how do you— Oppa, what if I get pregnant."
The anger vanished as if it had never been there. Her face drained white, and in a shaking voice she called my name and seized my wrist.
Oppa, is it. Only when it's like this.
"Calm down. Just work it out, carefully."
That was what ran through my head, but I closed my hands gently around the one clamped to my wrist and kept my voice steady, something solid enough that she might actually feel safe.
I waited, still and quiet, until she came down.
"...O-okay."
She was still trembling from head to toe, but she seemed a little steadier, bent hard over the math of her cycle.
"Uh... for now, I think it was a safe day."
The moment the count came out safe, the bloodless white of her face began to creep back toward normal.
"Hoo... thank god. Still, just in case, wait a second."
Putting on a show of relief, I stepped into the underwear strewn across the floor, got off the bed, and made a performance of digging through the drawer.
A little painful to spend, but if a kid came of this it'd be a real disaster.
"Where did I put it..."
Just in case, I spent my entire fortune — a thousand Points — on a bottle of the 100%!! Contraceptive I had already picked out in the Shop the day before.
◈ Price: 1,000 Points
◈ Balance spent: entire fortune
"Ah. Here it is. Here — swallow one."
I sent a bottle of the 100%!! Contraceptive from my inventory into my hand and tossed it to Harin, wrapped in the blanket on the bed.
"What is this?"
She caught the bottle and looked at me, puzzled, asking what on earth it was.
"That? Morning-after pills. I set them aside ahead of time, in case I got a girlfriend at orientation."
Casual as anything, I fed her the line I had prepared.
"..."
"...Little sister. Do not look at your oppa with those eyes."
Once she understood what was in the bottle, she stared at me the way you stare at pathetic garbage. I set my face and met that look head-on.
"Haah... still, your useless little stunt saved us this time. But how did you even get morning-after pills? I'm pretty sure you can't buy those without a doctor's prescription."
Wherever she had picked that up, she turned the pills over and let the doubt show.
"Guys have their own ways of getting them!"
Before she could nurse a suspicion I didn't need, I threw my chest out and declared, utterly sure of myself, that of course there was a way.
"Ha! Listen to you. Dick so small you don't even have a girlfriend, and this is the useless crap you come home with."
She clearly hated how confident I looked. Her face pinched, and out of nowhere she went for the throat.
"What! At this size I wouldn't lose to anyone!"
That got under my skin. I shoved the underwear down, stripped bare, and threw myself onto the bed, right in front of her.
"Kyaaaaa—! What are you doing!"
"Take it back! Take it back! Where exactly is this small!"
I pinned the thrashing Harin and held my cock up in front of her face, making her look at it herself.
"Ah, okay! I'll take it back! I was wrong, so just get off me!"
"Hmph. Good. Long as you know."
There was real sincerity in the way she begged, so I let her go without a fight and climbed down off the bed.
"Haa... haa... a body like that, and it's completely wasted..."
"Oh! And I'm showering first, so take the pill and tidy up in here."
While she was worn out from thrashing, I dumped the cleanup on her and fled for the bathroom.
"I'm counting on you!"
Pat-pat-pat-pat!
"What?! Hey! Hey! Stop! You son of a bitch! And you still call yourself a person?!"
Click.
Ignoring the torrent of curses, I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Heh. I didn't feel like cleaning anyway. Perfect timing to hand it off."
The traces of last night were still all over the room. Thinking of them, I decided I had done exactly right to pawn the mess off on Harin, and smiled, pleased with myself. I knew perfectly well that no matter what she said, she would end up cleaning it.
"All right. Time to wash."
In a fine mood I turned the shower to warm and scrubbed myself down with care. I was especially thorough with my precious cock, which had put in such a heroic performance the day before.