Chapter 387
Chapter 387
You see me for the first time today, and that's all you got?" "Sigh... Fine, five minutes." "Hehe, then give me a lap pillow for those five!" Yeah... exactly like this. The vice president took me in despite his grumbling. I patted the spot next to me on the sofa, and he scooted over, letting me rest my head on his lap. He drew strict lines between work and play... but he had the sense to indulge his "girlfriend's" little requests. "Stroke my hair too." "Hee-jin... something up today?" "Nah... just a bit." "Don't push yourself too hard." "...
Yeah." His reassuringly large hand and that ever-comforting cologne scent. Being doted on by him had me drifting off. I shouldn't... I had lessons... Blame yesterday and today's exhausting practice. "Time's up. Five minutes." "Already...?" "If you're beat, just crash. I'll wake you when it's time." "...
No. I'll tough it out."
"Sigh... Alright, rest then."
"No kiss...?"
"Five minutes are over."
"Tch."
I'd mustered the courage to ask... so damn strict. After sending him off, I used his coat as a blanket and sprawled on the sofa. Not planning to sleep—just a quick breather. The rhythmic clack of typing and golden sunset flooding one wall. Ahh, bliss... Just sharing space with the one I loved warmed me to the core. This must be the "ease" you only get from adult love... Even if it was just acting—me as "Hee-jin" from another company, him as "that company's vice president"—I could still feel that happiness.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After learning adult love through the "Crossroads" role, I spent weeks playing other leads, earning the vice president's passing grade. Finally, I unlocked the last lesson... or rather, our final simulated romance. Dating the vice president. Not for real, of course... but I became Hee-jin, an idol from a rival company, secretly romancing her label's vice president. No script—pure improv. "...
Do I have to?" "Dating me? That's some wild, unrealistic fantasy for your daily life. Nail this, and no role's too tough. Consider it a strong suggestion. Bail if you must; we can end the sim-dating here." "Ugh... you make it impossible to say no." "No pressure, Jin-hee. I'm not forcing you." "...
Sigh, you said it'd help. Fine, I'll do it." Truth be told, I hated the idea... but quitting now? No way. Toughest lesson yet—I couldn't bail without trying. And not just any role: romancing the vice president himself. Could I immerse with the real deal, not some fantasy lead? Short debate later, I committed to sim-dating him. "Hee-jin, I love you." "I-I... Pfft, hehe... Ahaha, hahaha!" "..." "S-sorry... it's just so cheesy... Pfft..." "Sorry, I'm awkward too... Ahem. Gimme a sec to get in the zone." "Ah... Sure... You're really committed." "Gotta be, so you'll step up too." "...
Hehe, yeah. Sorry. I'll give it my all." A few trial-and-errors later, I fully immersed in dating him. Not easy... but knowing he was a good guy made it a miracle of sorts. "Hee-jin, awake?" "Mmm... sorta... Ungh?! Mm... smack, haa..." "Work's done." "You old man... haa, mm... switch up the second work ends?" "Been wanting this all day." "...
Hng, really?" Now, like this—with him on top, locked in an adult kiss—I savored it instead of squirming. Impossible when we first met... but now? Easy as cake. "Haa, mm... smack, slurp... fuu... gonna touch?" "Can I?" "Mm... wrinkles... take it off first." "Thanks." "Smack, smack... haaa... be gentle, haaang!" Caresses still threw me. Fine in full script immersion... but eek, haang... thinking it wasn't "acting" exactly—no, it was, but not scripted—my face burned anyway. "So pretty..." "P-perv! Stop staring like that!" "But you are." "Idiot... eek, haa... if you're touching, hng, aaang... be gentle!" "Like this?" "Mm... yeah... haa, yes..." "Feels good?" "...
Dunno." "Feels great for me." "...
Perv." He unclasped my bra, lavishing attention. ...
He kept boundaries, so this was our limit... but embarrassing all the same. His blatant admiration amped my already sensitive nipples. "Haaa... like my chest that much?" "Yeah, love it." "...
You can suck." "...
What?" "E-everyone does it, right? W-we're lovers, so... haang?! Hold on, I didn't say bite!" Still... his savoring thrilled me? Even with him... whatever, pretending we were in love made me want to give more. Receive more. Share everything, prove our bond. Couldn't explain why. Just... wanted to. Loving felt fun, being loved joyful. Keep this emotion going—make him happy. This was love, right? "Haa... mm, slurp, haa... old man..." "Hee-jin..." "Love me?" "...
Yeah, I do." "That's why you're hard?" "Th-that's..." "Hehe... wanna do it with me, haa... holding back for my sake?" "..." "Thanks... for caring... really... love, haa, Vice President... slurp, haa..." "...
Jin-hee?" "..." "..." "Wh-what, old man? Looking for an ex?" "No, you..." "Whatever... touch more... this feels good, mm... slurp, haaa..." His lessons never failed. This fake romance? Precious experience for me. I'd stay in the moment. Just days left in our lover play. ...
Give it my all till the end. I pulled him into a happy embrace.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "So next week, back to audition prep?" "Yup." "Ughhh... wish I had ten bodies. Comeback's brutal enough, now auditions too..." "You'll manage. Hee-jin, you've got this." "...
Say it to Jin-hee too?" "Haha. Sure. Jin-hee, what's to worry? You're a talent machine." "Hehe... talent machine..." Lessons—or whatever flirty nonsense—over, we regained sanity and planned ahead. Then the locked door clicked open. Unexpected guest. - Click, clunk. - Bang "Vice President, this... oh, got a visitor." "...
Hi." "...
Who're you?" Han Ji-young, the famous rookie actress and his protégé. "Sorry, still in lesson. Mind leaving?" "Hah, relax. Just dropping stuff and out." "...
Stuff?" "Pants, toothbrush, slippers... your house basics. Mom's visiting today. ...
Oops, forgot condoms. I'll toss 'em." "...
Pants, toothbrush... c-condoms?!" "And... Jin-hee, right? Buttons messed up. Hair too. Don't flash that 'just fucked' look so obviously. Scandal hits, I'm the one screwed." "...
Huh?" "Later." I couldn't process it... vision went white.