Chapter 116
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 116
Chapter Title: Make It Hotter Than Seo-yoon
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After a full day of rest, I headed to work with Kang Seo-yoon.
Just another ordinary day, until around lunchtime.
Suddenly, I heard arguing voices—Kang Seo-yoon and Choi Da-yeon.
"No, we're short-staffed right before launch, so they want to borrow someone. Why are you freaking out?"
"It's my team! Who are you to go borrowing people?"
"The higher-ups approved it."
"I'll talk to them myself, so don't even think about poaching writers from my team."
"You're such a bitch. Can't you just help out this once?"
"If you needed help, you should've asked me first. Instead, you go straight to the bosses to force it? No way am I lending anyone."
From what I could overhear, it was about borrowing staff.
Common stuff in the variety show world.
"You sure you're in a position to talk to me like that?"
"What? What position is that supposed to be?"
"Hmm. I heard something. You should be trying to get on my good side."
"What bullshit is that? Harassing me with weird rumors again?"
"This one's not a rumor."
"You know what happens if you spread crap without proof, right?"
"……."
"Stop bothering me and go handle your own shit. Seriously."
"Ugh, this pisses me off!"
In the end, Choi Da-yeon stormed off in a huff.
Kang Seo-yoon headed up to the fifth floor—that's where the Orem Pictures CEO's office was. She was going to settle this.
When she came back, she looked at me firmly.
"Don't even think about helping Choi Da-yeon."
"She was the one they wanted?"
"Yeah. They need a strong guy right before launch and asked to borrow you. Why drag off someone who's already busy?"
It felt nice, her looking out for me.
"What'd the CEO say?"
"Just help out for a bit—her vlog with Ji-hyun, my show, everything. I said absolutely not."
"Did they approve it?"
"They told us to mediate, but I'm not budging."
Of course she wouldn't.
"By the way, Choi PD—what's this launch about?"
"Some travel show where girl idols and actresses play games?"
"Sounds like ours."
"Exactly. It's basically the girl version of our show. They always copy me. It's annoying."
That explained why they needed a male writer. Those kinds of shows required a lot of heavy lifting.
[Come to my office. Now.]
Right then, a text came in. From Choi Da-yeon.
"Who's that?"
"Choi PD."
"That bitch!"
"I'll go talk to her. Don't worry."
"You gonna offer to help again?"
"No way. Absolutely not."
"Sigh. You better not."
"Yeah, yeah. Got it."
I had a feeling why she called.
"Fine. Who else am I gonna trust if not you? Go. And report back."
"Sure."
I headed straight to Choi Da-yeon's office.
The second I walked in, she jumped up and came at me.
With a venomous glare and tone, she yelled.
"Hand over the Kang Seo-yoon pics! I'll grant your wish again!"
"Pardon?"
"The photos! That slut! I'm gonna fucking bury her!"
"So, you're offering pussy in exchange for the photos?"
"Yes! This time it'll be good—give me the pics!"
How pissed must she be to act like this?
Not quite what I'd planned.
I figured she'd come at me horny and reluctant.
'This works too.'
Even better. I thought it'd take time, but thanks to Kang Seo-yoon, we're saving some.
"Hmm. But if it's as bad as last time……."
"It'll be good! Delicious! I'm tasty!"
"You're awfully feisty."
"I'm Choi Da-yeon! You think I'm not tasty!? No way! It doesn't make sense I'd be worse than Kang Seo-yoon!"
"You saw it last time. Kang Seo-yoon's fucking delicious."
"I'm delicious too!"
"Didn't seem like it."
"Fuck! Then what!? Give me the pics! Now!"
She was going crazy, kinda scary.
"You gonna make it really tasty?"
"Yes!"
"Do whatever I say?"
"……Y-Yeah."
"Your voice got quiet all of a sudden."
"Wh-what are you gonna make me do?"
"Whatever I want."
"……."
"Worried? Scared I'll fuck you like a dog, same as Kang Seo-yoon?"
"N-no. Crazy. You think I'll let you do that much? Just! O-one time. Once."
"If that one's not tasty, no pics."
"Fuck. Whatever!"
"Alright. You've got assets, so it'll be different this time. I'll try that one shot."
"……Not here. Somewhere else."
"Where?"
"That……house from before."
"My place where I railed Kang Seo-yoon? Jealous?"
"No!"
"Why there specifically?"
"Far from the office, no prying eyes."
"You can scream your lungs out."
"Perverted fuck."
"Tonight after work?"
"Fine!"
"You seem thrilled. Makes me happy."
"Not thrilled about you!"
I grinned.
Her flushed, angry face looked kinda cute.
Visions of her writhing under me soon had me a bit hard.
"Get ready. Practice clenching that pussy or something."
"Sh-shut up. Don't treat me like trash."
"This could be your weakness forever. Better deliver properly."
"……See you tonight."
"Wanna go together?"
"Wait after work."
"Sure. Text incoming."
"Hmph. Get out."
I hid my smile and left her office.
"So pure. Adorably pure."
"Wanna catch a late-night movie tonight?"
"Sorry. Got other plans."
"……You?"
"Why that hurt look……."
"……."
"Meeting a friend. Friend."
Kang Seo-yoon turned away, looking disappointed.
I quietly went down to the basement and got in Choi Da-yeon's car.
Nice and sleek, right up there with Kang Seo-yoon's.
"Clear the nav history, please."
"Don't worry about that shit."
"If we get caught, I'm screwed too."
"We won't. Ever."
"At least you're aware you're cheating."
"Shut up. Annoying."
"Fair. If we don't get caught, it's not cheating."
"I said quiet."
We arrived home and slipped quietly into the first floor.
"What's on the second floor?"
"Dad's room, but no need. Dinner first?"
"With you? Pass."
"I'm hungry, so no. Eat first."
"Do whatever."
"Really not eating?"
"……What're you making?"
"Jajangmyeon with green kimchi on the side."
"Go ahead."
"Knew PD couldn't resist that combo."
I ignored her averted gaze and got cooking.
Meanwhile, she wandered the living room and bedroom.
"Now that I see it. Your dad—what's he like?"
"Why ask?"
"Saw his photo……feels like I've met him before."
"Hmm. Makes sense if it's you, PD."
"In business?"
"Yeah. Pretty big time."
"You're a chaebol heir, huh."
"Nah. Self-made success."
Using the Conviction ability.
"Definitely met him somewhere, but can't remember."
"He's honorary now, no real activity. You wouldn't know. Steps out occasionally."
"Talks like he's some corporate chairman."
I just smiled.
"What? That reaction. For real?"
"Secret. My private life."
"……Something's up, huh?"
"Who knows. Almost done—sit."
I made three generous servings of jajangmyeon, but they vanished fast.
"This green kimchi's good."
"Made it myself."
"Really?"
"You loved my onigiri last time. I'm good at cooking. Make kimchi when bored."
"Surprising. Figured you couldn't boil water."
"Want more green kimchi? I'll share."
"Don't skim on flea livers. I'm good."
"Fine. I'll do dishes. PD, brush your teeth."
"No kissing dreams."
"Just brush. Or is that a signal?"
"As if!"
She snapped and stormed to the bathroom.
After dishes, I brushed and went to the master bedroom.
She followed, muttering.
"Changed the sheets, right?"
"Obviously. After how much we squirted, you think I'd leave 'em?"
Choi Da-yeon eyed the bed, a mix of worry.
Imagining what'd go down there soon.
Tonight, I'd use the Mind Reading skill.
Need to know her thoughts to advance.
[Sigh. Ending up under that bastard again……Pisses me off. Shouldn't do this. Fucking Kang Seo-yoon. Why do I have to suffer because of you?]
[Just wait. Once I get those pics, I'll use you like a dog. Yeah. With that weakness, just close my eyes this once……and do it.]
Her bruised pride and rage were intriguing.
"Shall we start?"
"What do I do?"
"Strip fully and get on the bed."
"Fully? Just use my pussy."
"Didn't we agree you'd do what I say tonight?"
"……."
"Can't judge before unwrapping. If it looks bad, no buy."
"Pervert trash. Once. Remember—one time."
"Got it."
She stripped off her black outfit piece by piece.
I savored it lazily.
Expected her to be shy under my gaze.
[Be confident. Can't let that loser shake me. Seeing my body is your honor. Yeah. Look all you want. Get horny, cum quick.]
Fun inner monologue.
Click—
Her bra hit the floor, full tits bouncing free.
Lifting a leg to ditch her panties, her mound came into view.
"Pretty, PD."
"Don't need your praise."
"Body's killer. Fits as Kang Seo-yoon's rival."
"I'm better. Admit it."
"Wanna turn around?"
"Fucking perv."
But she did.
[How's that? I'm better, right? Thighs maybe slimmer than Kang Seo-yoon's, but my proportions win. Height advantage from the start.]
As her thoughts said, at 170cm, her proportions were killer.
People say tall girls aren't hot, but Choi Da-yeon hit the sweet spot.
Slim yet long-limbed—switching positions would be fun.
"Staring proves I'm right. Admit my body wins?"
"Would my approval make you feel good?"
"Think of me as your bitch?"
"Honestly, pros and cons even it out. Tough call."
"Tch. Won't admit till the end."
"Even if your body's better, pussy taste goes to Kang Seo-yoon."
"……I'll change that tonight."
"Doubt it. Last time was so bad, expectations low."
I stripped slowly too.
She eyed my naked body.
"See? Kang Seo-yoon's body alone gets me hard. Mine? Dead."
"……."
"You know? Gotta have expectations for a restaurant. Yours are zilch now. Like a forced visit."
"You're annoyingly blunt."
"Honest. Prove me wrong—get it up."
"Hmph. Think I can't?"
She reached for my dick, but I stepped back.
"Deaf? Kang Seo-yoon turns me on with her body alone. Make me horny, PD. Dance, whatever."
"What the fuck?"
"Hate it? Door's there."
I smirked.
She's come this far—I'm in charge.