Chapter 388
Chapter 388
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 388
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (26)
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Panties, toothbrush, slippers... Items that evoked thoughts of cohabitation. And condoms... Contraceptives with just one purpose. I hadn't realized it, but those two... They were in that kind of relationship? It was a shocking revelation...
But it didn't make me angry.
The Vice President and I... We weren't anything like that. If I were his real girlfriend, I might have exploded in fury... Sadly, all I was right now was an aspiring actress taking acting lessons from him.
"I haven't slept with her. Do I look that cheap to you?"
But that was only from an actress's perspective.
In industry terms, I was the senior.
Sure, it was just a few months' difference... But a senior was a senior. And this junior had the gall to be rude to me? Even if Han Ji-young was the Vice President's girlfriend... I couldn't forgive that. Respect between seniors and juniors was the absolute basics, drilled in from trainee days.
"...What? Cheap? You done talking?"
"Huh? Did you just go informal on me? Pfft, yeah, you are cheap. Don't know hierarchy?"
"Jeez... Then do you not know to respect your elders?"
"Oh my, in entertainment, it's debut date that counts... What to do, all those years and nothing to show for it? Poor thing... Want me to teach you step by step?"
"...You must be out of your mind."
Where had that cool demeanor gone? Han Ji-young's face flushed red as she started huffing and puffing. Honestly, it was pathetic. That was cool beauty? Hmph, as if. More like failed ugly. No manners, and screwing around with the Vice President to boot—unforgivable.
"You're the crazy one. They say you see your own flaws in others..."
"...Ha! Unbelievable. Look in a mirror first!"
"What's wrong with how I look?"
"You know you're braless right now, don't you?"
"Ah...... Forgot."
"Hair's a mess, makeup's a wreck, and worst of all, this sweat stench... How you gonna explain this? Huh? Senior? Spill it—what'd you do to reek like this?"
".....Th-that's."
"That's what?"
"L-lessons! I was taking lessons!"
"Ha...... Lessons?"
"Yeah. Lessons. Got a problem?"
"...Unbelievable."
I'd taken an unexpected hit, but I still had ammo. It wasn't a lie—it was fact. I'd just had 'lessons' right here, undeniable. That's why I could stand tall, even braless.
"Vice President, did you sleep with her?"
"No."
"...For real?"
"Do I look that perverted to you?"
And... We'd actually stopped right before going all the way. Anyone else might've lost control and jumped me, but the Vice President wasn't that sleazy. That's why I could hold my head high, even drenched in sweat.
"What're you saying—you sleep with me."
"Th-that's..."
"You even had me blow you."
"Hey, you forced that on me..."
"Doesn't change that you didn't say no."
"...Yeah."
But Han Ji-young? She was even bolder. Back with a straight face, casually spilling details of her lewd romps with the Vice President—like it was no big deal.
Blowjob... Mouth on a guy's dick... Ugh, gross.
Compared to her, what I'd done barely qualified as 'adult love'.
"Sorry first off. Really... I thought you two were dating. This guy's got this weird rule about never touching agency talent. But you seemed different, so I lost it without thinking."
"...Huh?"
"Lessons though? I get it. His methods are... unique. So cohabiting and banging happens sometimes. Though... doesn't seem like you're there yet."
".........Hah?"
"Anyway... Not dating? Whew, relieved. Alright, let's actually head out then."
But Han Ji-young's thing wasn't 'adult love' either. I'd assumed they were a couple... Turns out she was getting lessons from him too. Cohabitation-level, sex included—way stickier and messier than mine.
- Clunk
"For real?! No way! Seriously?!"
"Ugh... Well, Ji-young's next project's got a bed scene..."
"So you actually fuck?!"
"Experience is key for actors—you know that. So..."
"So cohabiting! Fucking! Even blowjobs?!"
"Ugh..."
"What the hell! That's disgusting!"
I ended up genuinely disappointed in the Vice President. Using lessons as an excuse to screw his disciple... Way too gross! His true colors: dirty pervert uncle. I'd nearly fallen into his trap myself...
Fallen into the trap...
Fallen...
...Huh?
Hold on...
Is the Vice President really that bad?
I'd been about to rage... but reason kicked back in. No matter how I tried, I couldn't picture him forcing Han Ji-young. Last time, now—they looked genuinely close.
Come to think of it, he wasn't the type to force himself on anyone.
And the Vice President? Always suggested. Never forced.
So jumping to disappointment over some naughty lessons... That was wrong. Yeah, he's the good guy who always believes in me, cheers me on... I'd been too hasty.
"...Mutual consent, right?"
"What? Obviously. You think I'd rape her?"
"No......"
"Sigh... I almost never do bed scene coaching... But Ji-young's a bit of a masochist. Crazy acting drive—sigh, reluctantly helping out."
"...I see."
See? Vice President really is a good guy.
"But Vice President... Adults can have sex, yeah? If you're lovers... Just kissing feels off. Lacks realism."
"...What're you getting at?"
"Our lessons."
"...Lessons?"
"Yeah. So not just kissing... We should go all the way, right?"
No way was I letting Han Ji-young hog all the perks solo.
Not even dating, yet hugging the Vice President and smirking at me. Couldn't let that bitch strut around feeling superior, claiming his special spot.
Vice President's my cheat key... Who gave her permission to barge in?
I could accept not monopolizing his lessons. But someone else getting what I couldn't? Unforgivable. So I mustered my courage and demanded it: deeper 'adult love'.
- Thwack!
"Hiyat?!"
But what came back... was the Vice President's ruthless forehead flick.
His answer—not mastering the current acting yet but chasing the next was greed... I couldn't accept that. He'd fallen hard for me as Heejin—what nonsense.
Felt like I'd learned it all already... But he wouldn't budge easily.
Time for victory panties?
Feeling inferior to out-of-nowhere Han Ji-young... Eh, kinda. Jealous of her... Also kinda? Anyway... I wanted to get closer to the Vice President. Pondering seduction tactics, I headed back to the dorm.
"Pfft, fine, I admit it."
"Got it. See you next week."
At the dorm entrance, I heard Eun-ah on the phone with someone.
"Yes, good night, Vice President."
That someone was the Vice President.
"Ah, unnie's back?"
"...Vice President?"
"Huh? Oh... Yeah, Vice President."
"Why?"
"Huh? Lessons."
"Lessons?"
"Yeah. Lessons."
"Why?"
"?"
"Why're you taking lessons from the Vice President?"
"Decided to keep going with the ones from before."
"So why? Why keep it up?"
"?"
"Answer me, Ga-eun."
"...Just."
"What...? Just?"
"Just... Still stuff to learn."
Turns out the blockers... Weren't just Han Ji-young. Eun-ah, beaming happily on the call—unlike her usual self. I'd assumed family... but the Vice President? Ugh, even she getting lewd lessons? No, wait—she's not an actress.
So... Gotta be my misunderstanding?
"Unnie tired? Your face looks weird."
"...Kinda."
"Something happen during lessons?"
"A bit..."
"Tough?"
"Nah... Hehe, I can handle it. Thanks for worrying."
Yeah... He teaches idol mindset and stuff like that. Dropped my worries, dragged my exhausted body to my room. The surprise blocker had drained my energy—sleep hit hard.
But I couldn't crash without washing up.
Especially after running into Eun-ah.
"Tough?"
"Nah... Hehe, I can handle it. Thanks for worrying."
Unnie looks beat—can't you cut lesson time? So my lesson slots open up... Yeah, I'd get chewed out for that. Swallowing my regrets, I trudged back to my room. Slipped on earphones and flopped onto bed.
Vice President said he was swamped, but I had plenty of his recordings.
[Eun-ah, haa...]
Solo masturbation like this—last week of it. Imagining stripping naked in front of him made my lower belly twitch. He'd love the sexier me, right? Thinking of his dick, firmer than two months ago, had filthy juices leaking from my pussy.