Chapter 385
Chapter 385
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 385
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (23)
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The next day, as I started my lesson, I let the vice president hold me to review, feeling that unpleasant sensation once more. My breasts being crushed, my lower belly toyed with... a disgusting situation. But unlike yesterday, I didn't show my discomfort. Even if it was a bit tough... I had to get used to this feeling, right?
I hugged the vice president back casually and focused on the lesson.
"How's it feel, Jin-hee? Can you handle it?"
"Y-yeah... It's fine."
"Good. Then should we push things a little further?"
"Wha—?! Oh, y-yeah..."
But... before I could even adjust, the mood shifted.
One of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. Our bodies, already pressed tight, now clung even more intimately... amplifying the sticky, unpleasant sensations. My breasts, crushed against him, lost their shape, and that thing poking my lower belly... oblivious as ever, it hardened, putting me in an awkward spot.
Is this how the vice president hugs when he's dating someone?
As I froze, speechless in my panic, he reached up with his free hand to gently stroke my face. It was all just acting, of course... but it felt so genuine, like he truly adored me, sending chills down my spine.
"Jin-hee, you okay?"
"Uh... y-yeah... I'm f-fine."
"Okay, then let's go a bit more."
"Ahh..."
I should've said no...
Ugh, swept up in the moment, I'd nodded along without thinking.
Then the vice president ramped up the skinship for real... Ughhh, even that earlier bit had been hard to endure, but in an instant, the genre changed. What had been a youthful romance just moments ago... had turned into a steamy melodrama.
"Haht, mm..."
The hand pulling at my waist slid slowly down to caress my butt... and the one stroking my face moved to my earlobe, teasing that soft spot. Just like the leads in that foreign drama I'd watched last night.
His movements were so sticky, so slimy.
But that... was just the beginning.
"Eek?!"
As if that wasn't enough... his hand grabbed my butt firmly. His panting breaths and that thing of his, now fully rigid... all pretense of manners or mood was gone. From here on, it was just dirty, lowbrow lust.
"N-no, stop!"
So I couldn't take it anymore and shoved the vice president away.
No matter that it was a lesson, this was too much... For someone like me, whose face turned beet red from just hugging, the intensity of this "adult love" skinship was way over the line.
"S-sorry..."
"You got pretty startled, huh?"
"Y-yeah... You grabbed my butt... and were going for my chest too, so I just..."
"Good job. A doctor's got to set clear boundaries. Take a break until you calm down."
"Y-yeah... Thank you..."
I'd pushed the vice president away on impulse... but thankfully, I didn't get scolded. Had he anticipated I'd react like this? It was pretty rude of me, but he brushed it off like it was nothing.
Haa... What a relief...
For a moment, I'd genuinely worried I'd be banned from lessons.
The content was a bit... no, a lot vulgar and lewd, but it was still helpful for me. Now that we'd started, even if it was super burdensome, seeing it through was the smart move.
"Oh, and Jin-hee. While you're resting, could you take a look at this?"
"Huh?"
"It's an edited clip from a movie, for reference."
"For reference?"
What he showed me was a scene from some pretty intense movie, much like that foreign drama from yesterday. Two people sharing a brief kiss, then gazing at each other while indulging in heavy petting. No groping breasts or slipping hands under clothes... nothing that explicit, but still plenty sticky and dizzying.
"That's our goal for this lesson."
"Gasp... That's the goal..."
"And this is where you are right now."
In contrast, there I was, face flushed and frozen stiff, not moving a muscle... Shockingly, the second clip he showed was a recording of our lesson just now. I'd wondered why that camera was in the corner—turns out it was for this.
So I ended up watching the comparison I never wanted to see.
Similar setups, but worlds apart in vibe. Unlike the movie's heroine... ugh, I looked totally trashy. He was the one doing the sleazy stuff, but the real trash was me. Wait... was this supposed to be acting? It was time to adapt to skinship, sure... but it was still an acting lesson, and my performance on screen was utterly ridiculous.
'Think of it as filming and try to control your emotions.'
He'd definitely said that... but I'd been so fixated on the skinship that I forgot my job. I should've at least pretended to adapt, but like an idiot, I'd tensed up and shown my worst side.
"Ughhh..."
I need to reflect on this.
I felt guilty toward the vice president.
- Clap!
"Eek?!"
"No more weird fantasies. Here— the script."
"...A script?"
"What we did so far was just a test run. Now we'll treat it like shooting that scene and get into the real lesson. I'll give you time to read it. Not many lines, mostly stage directions... but having a script makes it easier to immerse yourself, right? So pretend it's an actual shoot and get ready."
"Yes, got it!"
Ah, so that was his plan. I'd thought something felt off. But now with the script in hand, it finally felt like a proper acting lesson. A script carefully prepared by the director and writer. I skimmed it quickly, then asked the vice president to replay that clip.
[I'm here.]
[……]
[I'm here, ugh... haa, idiot... Did you miss me?]
[I thought you wouldn't come.]
And I was genuinely impressed.
So natural.
They weren't really dating... yet the actors surrendered their bodies so fluidly, sharing skinship. It made the scene way more immersive, like I was the character in it.
But if I'd been that heroine... I couldn't have captured that feel.
Seeing it on screen drove home what the vice president meant. Getting used to skinship... was essential for an actress. No running away just because it was embarrassing. Even if my partner was the vice president, and there was no one else to ask...
I had to grit my teeth, endure this lesson, and turn it into a chance to grow.
- Clap!
"Eek?!"
"I said no fantasizing—read the script."
"I-I wasn't fantasizing!"
"Then what were you doing?"
"......Reflecting."
"What? Reflecting?"
"Vice President, I'll do my best! So watch me!"
"O-okay, sure."
With that renewed motivation, I steeled myself and analyzed the script. Soon after, playing the character 'Ji-yeon,' I leaned into the vice president... no, into 'Min-ho.' Thankfully, we'd skipped the kiss, so I could focus without worry.
I'd made the resolve... but a kiss still needed more mental prep.
Anyway, that's how the real lesson began.
"I'm here, ugh... haa, idiot... Did you miss me?"
"I thought you wouldn't come."
"......Liar. You were waiting, weren't you?"
"Yeah..."
"Don't wait for me anymore."
"......"
"From today, I'll live here."
A touching scene of a couple overcoming a crisis, reaffirming their love and starting anew. The woman returns home, the man embraces her and gives a quick kiss. She smiles at him happily, then hugs him back.
And the skinship begins.
Locked in an embrace, bodies pressed tight... two adults exploring each other, making up for lost time. Adult love. As Ji-yeon, I giggled while enjoying the vice president's... n-no, Min-ho's touches.
His hand stroking my thigh... honestly, it was burdensome, but bearable. I leaned into Min-ho and wrapped my arms around his waist. My breasts got squished... but this much was nothing now.
Instead of panicking, I reached out to caress Min-ho's firm chest. He'd started working out recently, and it showed—looked great. On impulse, I buried my face there and inhaled. As expected, a fresh scent that lifted my mood.
"Cut, okay."
"Ah... already?"
"Any further and it'd be rated 19+. You're not ready for that yet."
"1, 19+... yeah... right."
But... a sudden thought hit me... How far would this lesson go? From what I'd heard, kissing was mandatory... and now I wondered exactly what "19+" meant.
Just groping breasts, undressing a bit... and stopping there? Or stripping off panties and dragging me to bed for... y-you know what?
Obviously the former, but his talk of "adult love" made the latter seem possible. Still, anything like that was absolutely... absolutely off-limits. No matter that it was the vice president—I could never do it.
They say your first time sticks with you forever... I couldn't lose it to him. If it came to that, I'd refuse for sure. No joke—dead serious.
"Heh heh."
But hey... it's the vice president.
He'd know how to keep it appropriate.
Instead of worrying needlessly, I decided to trust him. He hadn't crossed the line once so far—he wouldn't betray me now. Whatever he did, I could count on him.
That was the trust between us.