Chapter 417
Chapter 417
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 417
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (55)
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Kwak Hak-su had been irritated since morning. All because he had to drag himself to the production company over just one person. Not even a lead role audition, but a supporting one. And for only a single spot. Did they really expect the PD to clear his schedule for that? No matter how he sliced it, this screamed power trip.
-Creak
"I'm here."
"Ah, you've arrived?"
Still... Kwak Hak-su tried his best to understand. He'd heard the actress auditioning was one of GSB's talents. GSB's famed 'actor collector,' who had never once disappointed. If it was one of his actors, he could stomach a bit of arrogance like this.
Yeah, if it was one of his actors.
"Sigh... Citrus, huh."
But... the person due to arrive soon wasn't an actress. It was Citrus member Yu Jin-hee. An idol in her second year, with zero acting experience. A run-of-the-mill idol showing up for an audition? Sheesh, this was ridiculous. Kwak Hak-su couldn't help but sigh.
He could see right through GSB's scheme to promote Citrus through the drama.
"PD, that Yu Jin-hee girl's got a pretty face, right? We could cut her lines and just use her as set dressing."
"Hey, if you're gonna do that, bring Ga-eun instead. I looked her up—she's got real actress vibes."
"Pfft, like we have any say here."
"Sigh... Damn it. If you had any pull, we could've made it happen."
"Hmph. You were thrilled to snag us cheap before—now you're complaining?"
Even the head writer was brimming with dissatisfaction. Sure, it was the protagonist's little sister, but it was a fairly substantial role... Handing it to an idol with no acting creds? She couldn't stay quiet about it.
Plus, calling it an 'audition' was a joke—it was a rigged game from the start.
They grumbled about GSB's behind-the-scenes maneuvering, figuring they'd pick her anyway so why bother with the charade. The production company CEO, Han Jung-ho, pretended not to hear... until the door swung open. In walked GSB's actor collector with Yu Jin-hee.
"Hello! I'm Yu Jin-hee from Citrus. Nice to meet you all!"
She's even prettier in person, was Kwak Hak-su's first thought upon seeing Yu Jin-hee. Her face flushed with nerves, her body hovering between fresh youth and budding maturity... He instinctively wanted to capture her on camera, then cleared his throat.
He felt the gaze of GSB's vice president watching him.
The vice president looked utterly confident, even bringing an idol instead of an actress. Seeing that attitude, Kwak Hak-su dared to hope. Maybe she's got talent too? She seemed sweet and brimming with self-assurance... Her first impression colored everything positively.
"Mm... I'm fine with it, so do whatever, bro."
"For real. You're my hero, after all."
And surprisingly, that hope came true.
Yu Jin-hee gazed at him with such tender affection, like he was truly her big brother. Her sincere emotions shone through—no matter what, she'd support him. That quivering voice, teetering on tears... No way was that a newbie's acting.
Yu Jin-hee was an idol and an actress.
"Brooo... Sob, hngh..."
And... one who knew how to toy with the audience's heartstrings, brimming with raw emotional power.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, bro... Truth is, I hoped you'd never make it. I wanted you by my side forever. I'm sorry... Hic, sob... Am I too selfish?"
Tears flowed naturally as she delivered her monologue. Captivated by her performance, Kwak Hak-su bit his lip. She looked so pitiful, so heartbreaking... He clenched his fist, forgetting it was just an audition. He wanted to rush over and comfort her right then.
Her acting was that convincing.
How could a beloved idol pull off something like that? She was the protagonist's sister, forced to see him only as family. Watching Yu Jin-hee sob so pathetically, Kwak Hak-su shot to his feet. He needed to check her performance through the lens himself.
"Hngh, brooo..."
"Whoa..."
And... he let out an audible gasp of admiration.
The woman on the screen wasn't Yu Jin-hee anymore. She was the character. Moved by that, Kwak Hak-su hit record. He'd planned just a quick sketch, but her acting was too good to let slip away.
"Brooo..."
But... that was Kwak Hak-su's mistake.
"Haa, brooo... Sob, ngh... Brooo..."
What the hell's with her... Now that I look, she's fucking hot.
The crude thought slipped out unbidden. Peering through the lens at Yu Jin-hee, he devoured every inch of her, harboring filthy lust. Panting, her body twitching... Calling out to her "bro" like that. She seemed pitiful yet oddly erotic, and Kwak Hak-su couldn't quell his arousal.
Those soft-looking lips.
If only he could suck on them... How thrilling would that be?
"Damn..."
And so... Kwak Hak-su began lecherous fantasies about Yu Jin-hee. It wasn't just her lips that looked delicious. The girlhood breasts still developing inside her crisp white tee. He savored their presence with every shoulder movement, swallowing hard. Her pink bra peeking through tear-soaked fabric. He'd go to jail if he could just peel it off.
"Ohh..."
And those thighs... that ass... So much he wanted to taste. Yu Jin-hee was delicious womanhood first—before actress or idol. Any man would want to fuck her. Realizing that, Kwak Hak-su's gaze turned repulsive.
"Next up... Scene 138. The reconciliation with bro."
Han Jung-ho was no different.
Staring at her teary face, he entertained forbidden thoughts. He subtly positioned himself to grope her chest while playing the protagonist. Scene 138 had him hugging his little sister. Play it right, pretend it was an accident, and he could knead her soft breasts. Han Jung-ho had the skills to play it off as a mishap.
"CEO, if it's not too much trouble, mind if I step in?"
"Ah, Vice President... Y-yeah, it'd be an honor. The script is—"
"No need. I've memorized it practicing with Jin-hee."
"Whoa, as expected. You're on another level!"
"Hahaha... Flattery won't get you Min-ho or Jin-uk, Writer."
"Oh, was it that obvious? Hehe."
But GSB's defenses were ironclad. The vice president firmly declared he'd handle it. Sadly for Han, he couldn't refuse. They'd practiced; rejecting now might spark weird rumors.
In the end, the vice president embraced Yu Jin-hee instead. The head writer gasped in awe, while Han sighed and watched their scene.
"Ah, brooo..."
Meanwhile, Kwak Hak-su was in bliss, consequences be damned. As PD, he couldn't touch her. But with the camera... he could ravish her endlessly. Sure enough, he'd zoomed in tight on her chest for some voyeuristic fun.
"Sorry, must've been tough, huh?"
"Mm... No, I'm okay. I... Ngh?!"
"Sorry."
"Bro... Hn, hngh..."
And sure enough, Yu Jin-hee's breasts squished against the vice president...
...Huh? What the—
That wasn't a light press...!
Against expectations, the vice president hugged her with full force... and instead of pushing back, Yu Jin-hee welcomed it with her whole body. Watching them press together as one, Kwak Hak-su gulped dryly.
That wasn't a sibling hug. It was a lover's embrace.
"Bro, haa... Mm, brooo..."
And what was with that honeyed voice...? Like a woman mid-fuck, coquettishly nuzzling into his arms. The pitiful girl swallowing sobs moments ago had become a lewd temptress.
With a sultry expression... she slipped his thick thigh between her legs. Rubbing her body against him for more contact, the vice president gently stroked her slender back.
Unable to hold back any longer, Yu Jin-hee parted her saliva-glistened lips and looked up at him. Her slick tongue peeking out, eyes begging desperately—it was obvious what she craved.
"F-fuck..."
And... was he going to give it? The vice president leaned in. Their lips hovered inches apart... Kwak Hak-su spat a curse, envy and jealousy boiling over.
"A-alright, that's a cut."
"Ah...... Y-yes! Great acting! Wow, you're amazing!"
Luckily—or unluckily—they didn't kiss. Sticking to the script's "emotionally charged hug," they snapped back to normal like nothing happened.
"So, she passes, right?"
"Of course! GSB delivers—glad I trusted you!"
"Haha. Thanks for the faith, Writer. But... ahem, now that she's in, any chance for script tweaks? This scene's got some... misleading vibes."
"......Tweaks? Out of nowhere?"
"We stuck to the script, but look at those two—they're pitching tents."
"......Whaaat?! What do you— Kyaa?! C-CEO! PD too?!"
"N-no, this is... uh..."
"C-cough cough!"
"If even hardworking, passionate folks like you CEO and PD Kwak end up like that... maybe tone down the script? Don't you think?"
"W-wait... You call that sticking to the script? You two were way too—"
"Figured I'd amp it up just in case... but no cut called. Haha... Made me nervous. What if it happens on set?"
"Uhuh... Y-yeah, why didn't we cut?"
The head writer glared at flushed-faced PD Kwak, who awkwardly hid his crotch. Han floundered between them. Realizing things had gone sideways, she sighed deeply. She'd failed to stop it too, though she'd been lost in the acting...
Unlike those two, for different reasons.
Speechless, the head writer nodded. She'd never planned salacious scenes for these characters anyway. Clean it up to avoid misinterpretation—easy fix. With Yu Jin-hee's skills confirmed, she could swing that much.
"F-fine... I'll handle the edits."
"Thanks, Writer."
"Haha... Good work, everyone. This, uh, must be age—getting ahead of myself, haha... Embarrassing."
"No worries, CEO. I get it. All guys are like that, right?"
"Haha... Prep's kept me up nights lately too..."
Thankfully, that's all the vice president wanted. Relieved, Han grinned and shook his hand. Kwak Hak-su sighed in relief too. Just a warning shot, he thought, going for final goodbyes... until the vice president turned serious.
"PD."
"......Yes?"
"Mind if I see that footage? Feedback before we go."
Kwak Hak-su's face drained of color.