K&J

"Hello, sunbae. I'm Jeong Hye-yun, class of '03, Department of Theater and Film at Dongra University."

How the hell had this happened?

After finishing dinner at the restaurant, before heading up to the hotel room, we'd stocked up on soju and beer and stopped by a café for a moment — and there they were. The very Park Hye-rim and Jeong Hyeon-jin I'd just been talking about.

Impossible not to notice them. Dressed up in their dresses, black sunglasses on even inside the hotel lounge coffee shop, cackling at each other. Loudly.

Their eyes met Hye-yun's. She dragged me straight to their table and bowed a full ninety degrees.

"Oh? Nice to meet you. You're coming to the training camp tomorrow, right?"

Hye-rim's husky, sexy voice drifted over.

Hye-yun lifted her head and nodded.

They were insane in person. Both of them wore sheer, almost transparent makeup, and still they were every bit as beautiful as Hye-yun.

"Yes, sunbae."

"Call me unnie while we're here. And this one — different school?"

Hyeon-jin's bright, snappy voice cut in as she looked me over. Eyes full of curiosity.

"Hello. I'm Kim Ian, Hye-yun's boyfriend. Not Theater and Film — Yeonseo University, class of '03. It's an honor to meet you both."

"Ah!!! If you're Hye-yun's boyfriend, we can drop the formalities, right?"

"Yes. Please do."

Hyeon-jin dragged a chair over, patted the seat with her palm, and I sat. Hye-yun took the spot beside Hye-rim.

"Both of them have perfect faces. Hyeon-jin, you said you needed two supporting roles for the film, right? I read the script for Beautiful World too — this one is perfect for Lee Mu-jin, and this one for Aoi."

"Hmm. You're not wrong. Young actors with that kind of strong-lined face are rare these days. And Hye-yun's pretty too."

The two of them sat us down and proceeded to appraise our looks out loud. Hye-yun, sensing opportunity, smiled as prettily as she could — and the three of them burst out laughing.

"She's got ambition too. Hey. If you and your boyfriend both take the parts, I'll recommend you to the director. How about it?"

Hyeon-jin said it like she was doing Hye-yun a favor, then glanced at me again. Her eyes flicked, just for a second, to the outline of my cock through my pants before she took a leisurely sip of her iced Americano.

"Thank you, unnie. Honey, you'll do it, right?"

She looked at me with such desperate hope that I couldn't refuse. It really was an incredible opportunity. A film — and not just any role, a supporting part. For a newcomer to land a supporting role instead of a walk-on was, even to someone outside the industry like me, a massive break.

"Huh? Yeah."

Hye-rim pulled over the bag sitting beside the table, rummaged through it, checked the bottles of liquor, and smiled.

"But what are you two doing here? Looks like you were about to head up and have a drink?"

"Yes, unnie."

"Aww, how cute. Coming all the way to a hotel for soju-and-beer mix? Hoho. Should we go up and drink together?"

Hye-rim picked up a bottle of soju with her own face printed on it, nodded, and gave it a little shake. Hyeon-jin looked at me for a moment, then nodded — but that look in her eyes… It felt like she was scanning me somehow.

We looked at each other and nodded.

"Yes, unnie. It would be an honor."

Conversation rolled on without any real regard for what I might have wanted.

"We were going to check on the reservation status for tomorrow's Dongra University training camp, and today happens to be Hyeon-jin's birthday. We were just going to keep it simple — a little wine between the two of us. This works out. Hyeon-jin, you okay with it?"

"Yeah. These two seem easy to be around."

No matter how many times I looked, both of them were just too beautiful. Of course they'd become top actresses.

Hye-rim had started as a child actress and, at twenty-six, had closed out the era of desk-pad goddesses. She'd debuted at sixteen in '93 and shaken the hearts of boys from elementary school all the way through university. Around sixteen her eyes had been so large they seemed to take over her whole face, her features Western and three-dimensional. She'd done innocent roles, then crossed into adulthood without flinching from bold exposure scenes, and climbed to the top. Those D-cup breasts of hers. And more than her eyes, I loved her full lips — that big mouth. I could still picture those breasts swaying.

Hyeon-jin had started as a child actress too, but in cute, lively high-school-girl roles, and she still preferred that kind of film. One of the representative beauties of late-nineties Korea. Her acting didn't quite match Hye-rim's, but after her first exposure scene in a story of twisted love, her craft had been recognized, and now she and Hye-rim were called the twin engines of the box office. On top of that, Hyeon-jin doubled as a dance singer and was already on her fifth smash-hit album — a true all-rounder. Bubbly personality, an unexpectedly easygoing side; her fandom rivaled Hye-rim's, maybe even surpassed it.

Hyeon-jin and Hye-rim gathered their bags.

"Let's head up to your hotel. We haven't booked a room yet."

"Yes."

"You two booked a suite?"

Looking satisfied as she set down her things, Hye-rim nodded. The Stella Hotel standard suite ran five hundred fifty thousand won. I'd booked it on a big decision, wanting the atmosphere — and I was glad I had. Now Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin had come along too.

They slipped off their coats and hung them on the sofa. Black dress, white dress — their figures stood out sharply. Then Hyeon-jin pulled a rolled bundle of paper from her bag and handed it to Hye-yun.

"Beautiful World. The script. You're Aoi, you're Lee Mu-jin. Originally we were going to cast you at tomorrow's training camp, but — this is a secret, okay?"

She put a finger to her lips and winked. We both nodded. That was Dongra University for you. The training camp would work them half to death, but the carrot at the end was this big.

In that moment, something radiated from my body.

Done. Now I just needed a pretext — one word of "slave" — and two of Korea's top stars would be mine.

"It's a solid read. The core conflict is between Busan gangsters and Japanese yakuza. Narcotics cops make it a three-way fight."

Provincial stuff. Having seen real scripts in that other world, I knew exactly how shoddy this one was. My Writing trait kicked in as I read through the scenario carefully. The content had a fair amount of exposure — though Aoi's scenes had none, which was a relief.

"Sunbaes. Aoi doesn't have any nude scenes, right?"

Hyeon-jin snorted a little laugh and started mixing soju and beer.

"Nope. Your girlfriend has no exposure. She plays a yakuza's daughter. You do, though — that okay?"

"Doesn't matter to me."

"Hoho. Check scene thirty-nine. Director Ahn Jeongeun is taking the megaphone. You've heard the rumors about Director Ahn, right?"

Hyeon-jin brought over four glasses and mixed the soju-beers as she spoke.

Scene thirty-nine?

I flipped quickly through the scenario book to scene 39.

The scrawled notes sat under the scene number. Not just a bed scene — it said they were doing it with real penetration.

"Director Ahn Jeongeun, unnie? The… Cannes one?"

"That's right. A ruthless human being. She doesn't push the leads into exposure much, but she works the supporting cast hard. And for bed scenes she insists on real penetration — says the emotion has to be genuine. She's famous for it in this business. Hye-yun, you okay with your boyfriend shooting that?"

Hye-yun nodded.

"Sure. It's a movie."

Hyeon-jin and Hye-rim stared at her, startled. Hyeon-jin had already finished mixing the soju-beers and set a glass in front of each of us.

"Oh. Impressive. The girl playing Kim Ju-yeon is a newcomer, but she's pretty — you okay with that?"

"Of course. I trust Ian."

I scratched my head. Was there a beauty who could match Hye-yun? Judging by Hyeon-jin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and Hye-rim's reactions, they were just testing the waters. If they'd really been worried, their faces would have shown it more.

"Is this scene really necessary?"

A nod. The scenario was a mess. It reeked of eighties cop-drama energy.

"The Ju-yeon role is a yakuza's local mistress. Mu-jin falls for her looks, rapes her, and eventually — Stockholm syndrome — the two fall in love, which triggers a war between the Haeundae faction and the yakuza. After you die, that is."

"Ah… so while raping her, I have to seduce her."

A nod.

"It's unrealistic, sure. That's why we need a big one."

Hyeon-jin smirked as her eyes traced over my pants. Before, it had just been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠surprise at the size. Now, wrapped in Chaehyang, a faint lewdness flickered in her gaze.

"Ah. So the co-star has to be broken in by a big cock?"

"Exactly. The director's been hunting for a guy with the right face and the right equipment, but those don't just fall into your lap. Jeong-eun's style demands realistic acting from her performers. The leads get a light touch, but supporting and below… that's why it's real penetration. That's why we need a big one."

Handsome and well-hung. The conditions for taming a woman through rape. So that was why they'd looked me over earlier and exchanged those satisfied glances.

"Can you act at all?"

"I've never tried, but…"

Acting Level 10. The talent that had skyrocketed while elevating Hye-yun — and Yeong-ho — to new heights.

"Hmm. Then open to scene seven and give it a try."

# 7.

(Drug dealer) Play Lee Mu-jin like a thug.

Until Detective Hwang caught him, Mu-jin had been a neighborhood punk and a narcotics dealer. He'd caught Hwang's eye and been marked as an infiltration target for the Haeundae faction.

I listened to Hyeon-jin's rough rundown of the role, then locked in scene seven. I took a short breath and started mapping out how to play it in my head. I felt the Acting trait engage, and the image of the scene took shape behind my eyes.

Cuffed, locked in a police car. Flipping through the documents Detective Hwang had tossed him with manacled hands — then hurling them back at Hwang. Mu-jin's face twisted into something vicious. And yet, as if he'd felt the threat to his life, terror swam in his pupils. Mu-jin started trembling; even his gut seemed to knot. Overwhelming fear… reason gone, he took it out on the detective in front of him.

"Fuck. Are you insane? If this goes wrong, I'm not the only one who dies. My whole family dies, you bastard. The Haeundae faction and the yakuza are both in this. I can't do it."

"Last page! If you take the deal, I'll send your little brother and your mother to America as early as tomorrow. Somewhere without many Koreans."

Hyeon-jin stepped in beside me and read Detective Hwang's lines. The detective's easy drawl. Having a woman play the part broke immersion a little — but Acting Level 10 simply overrode that and locked me back in.

I went through the motion of flipping pages, my pupils starting to shake. Listening to Hwang, greed surged up in Mu-jin; he turned his back on reality and sank into fantasy.

Maybe… maybe it could work.

That foolish thought ate through his head. And there it was in writing — a hundred-thousand-dollar advance, a hundred-thousand-dollar success bonus. The advance would be placed in his family's hands as they were sent to America. Greed for money crushed Mu-jin's fear. His eyes changed. A greedy light glittered in them.

Watching Mu-jin's expression shift, Detective Hwang ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gave a short laugh.

"You'll really give me a hundred thousand and send them to America?"

A snort. The man who'd been cursing had flipped a hundred and eighty degrees. Mu-jin asked Detective Hwang politely now. Consumed by greed.

Hwang lifted his sunglasses.

"Haven't you heard the rumors about me? I keep my promises. I've got money too. You've got no record, so nothing blocks you from entering the States."

Detective Hwang. The unusual case of a quasi-chaebol's son from Busan working as a detective. Mu-jin recalled the rumors and nodded.

"What exactly do I need to do?"

Eyes burning with ambition and greed. I looked at Detective Hwang — Jeong Hyeon-jin — with that light in them.

A grin. Hwang stepped in close, bringing her face near mine.

"The guy who supplies your drugs. You ride him in. You did taekwondo, so you can handle a fight, right?"

A nod.

"Wow… holy shit."

Hye-rim had drawn right up close. All three women were staring at me with stunned eyes.

"You've really never acted?"

"No. Just a regular high school."

"Hye-rim, this has to be raw talent. How does someone who's never studied acting…"

Hye-rim nodded, then suddenly powered on the living-room PC.

"You two. Both of you, sign with our agency. One-to-nine split — you take nine."

"What? Don't you unnies have a personal agency?"

"Yeah. Just Hye-rim and me on the roster. K&J. Come in. We'll take care of you. We get a lot of scripts coming our way — it'll help."

Hye-yun was already past ninety percent sold. She took my hand. A personal agency, sure — but one with two top stars on the books. For Hye-yun, it was an enormous opportunity.

"Alright then. But I still have to do university life, so I can't shoot a lot. Film-focused only."

"That's up to you. Hye-rim's the boss and she won't micromanage. Right?"

"Yeah. Whatever. But shoot at least one project a year. Don't let that talent rot."

"Yes."

Hye-rim even printed two copies of the contract each and held them out. They'd signed the same ones themselves, she said — no poison clauses, just sign. I read them over; nothing toxic jumped out.

"Congratulations. We're family now!!!"

"Yes! Godori! Stop. Unnies, each of you take something off. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You too, honey."

Empty bottles littered the floor around us. After pushing the two hotel beds together, we were playing hwatu. Hye-rim had a gambling film coming up called Flower Play, and she'd been carrying a deck around to practice — so she'd pulled it out.

Chaehyang had been pouring out since the moment we entered the suite. Thanks to that scent and the alcohol, when Hye-yun suggested strip Go-Stop, neither of them refused. Whether it was meant for one person or not, both of their faces were growing steadily redder.

I stripped off my undershirt at once, and the glans I'd been hiding underneath came into view.

"Haa. Fine."

Hye-rim unhooked her bra, and those big D-cup breasts spilled free with a heavy sway. Her dress had come off long ago. Even her stockings lay beside her; all that remained was a pair of red mesh panties. The place between her legs, bare as if waxed, had been soaked and ruined for a while now.

"Ian, look away."

"Yes."

Hyeon-jin was completely naked now. They must have been wearing matching lingerie — the same red mesh panties came off. C-cup breasts, still on the larger side, but they couldn't quite match Hye-yun's E-cups or Hye-rim's Ds. Both of them had pink areolae and real firmness.

Twitch. Twitch.

A swallow.

Across from me, Hye-rim couldn't tear her eyes from the head of my cock straining up through my underwear.

Slap, slap, slap.

Hye-yun shuffled the deck. Hye-rim cut, then dealt.

"From now on, Hyeon-jin unnie and I are slaves to whoever wins. Got it?"

"Yeah. Five minutes. Exactly."

Everyone nodded. Hye-rim and I each had one layer of panties left — lose and we strip. Hye-yun and Hyeon-jin, if they lost now, would be the winner's slave for five minutes, bound to do as ordered.

I need to win this hand and the next.

None of the three women were particularly good at Go-Stop.

Hye-yun. Once the mood is right, suggest we play strip Go-Stop for stakes. Once everyone's naked, declare the loser a slave and have them follow light commands for five minutes.

Okay. Got it.

I picked up my hand.

Hell yes — two bright cards and two bonus tiles. This is practically shoving me toward a win.

"I'm selling a bright. Um. Hye-rim unnie and honey, strip."

Hye-yun laid down a bright card as she announced the sale. Hye-rim's eyes trembled.

"Y-yeah… okay."

I stood and shoved my underwear down. Three pairs of eyes locked on. Precome beaded at the tip; under their stares my cock twitched and slapped against my stomach.

Another fun rule: whenever someone sold a bright, everyone else had to take something off.

Hye-yun flipped her hand face-down again, reshuffled, and set the deck. Then she came around behind me, peeked at my cards, and went back to her seat. Hye-rim, without bothering to tell anyone to look away, lifted her hips slightly, peeled off her panties, and set them aside. Both of them were cleanly maintained, as if waxed. Contrary to the idea that actresses were loose, both of them were tightly closed.

Hye-yun choosing Dongra University really was the right call.

"Hye-yun, you really made the right choice coming here. Our school keeps its actresses on a tight leash, sure. But a Dongra-trained actress never has to sell her body. You saw it today, right? The sunbaes pull you up themselves."

"Yes, unnie. I'm really glad too. Korea University of the Arts was tempting, but there are so many actresses there, so I came here. Listening to you unnies… that place…"

They drank and spilled every kind of gossip, the conversation climbing well past nineteen-plus. Who sold their body. Who put out for directors and PDs. Which agencies were run by thugs and had to lobby politicians. On and on. The conclusion was the same: coming to Dongra University had been the right move.

Snap.

Hye-rim smiled sexily. Her hand looked strong. Greed showed in her eyes as she confidently slapped a card down toward the double-pi pile.

Snap.

Wearing a meaningful little smile, Hye-rim looked at me and licked her lips.

Ah. The double pi.

The card I'd been about to take first.