Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Actress Song Ji-hyun
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Hanging out alone with a beauty like Han Yu-ra, grilling pork belly and knocking back shots of soju.
Wasn't this the height of luxury?
It felt totally different from that time with Kang Seo-yoon and her pork ribs.
'Yu-ra sunbae is just so kind.'
Even back in college, I'd heard tons of stories about her good deeds.
Volunteering at orphanages, helping out her classmates and juniors.
She was a straight-up goddess.
I knew plenty of guys who clicked their tongues in regret because she was dating Kang Hyun-soo sunbae.
"Auntie! Another two servings of meat here, please!"
"Coming right up!"
She was generous, too.
Yu-ra sunbae's salary couldn't be that huge, but this was already the sixth order.
She kept ordering because I was eating a ton.
"You sure you're not pushing it, sunbae?"
"This is nothing. I brought company cash today."
"Whoa, jackpot. Should I report the theft?"
"Shh. Let's keep it our little secret, Min-seong."
Her slight wink and smile made my heart skip.
Why did she look so stunning? That off-shoulder top added a sexy edge, too.
No wonder guys lusted after her.
The problem was me.
Ever since banging Kang Seo-yoon, my libido was kicking into overdrive.
'I'm insane. Totally insane.'
But Han Yu-ra was off-limits.
She had a boyfriend, after all.
And Kang Hyun-soo was a sunbae I respected.
No more dumb thoughts.
Though, wasn't fantasizing in my head still fair game?
Guy's minds jump from a girl talking to them straight to marriage, kids, and grandkids.
"Haha, not a bad deal. A secret with sunbae."
"This dinner's a secret, too. Hyun-soo would chew me out if he knew."
"Even eating with me?"
"He hates me being alone with any guy, no matter who."
Got it.
Yeah, if I were in Hyun-soo sunbae's shoes, I'd be on edge, too.
She was drop-dead gorgeous.
"Hope you don't get caught and busted over nothing."
"I'll just say it was a work dinner. We are talking business, after all."
"True that."
We endlessly brainstormed guest utilization ideas.
Some really intriguing stuff made the drinks flow that much better.
"Working out sure makes the booze hit harder."
"You hold your liquor pretty well yourself."
"I've always been a heavyweight. Don't you remember? At that department dinner, when we got into it with the next table—even though everyone was wasted, I was the only sober one and took them down."
"Oh yeah! I remember. You landed one light gut punch, the guy dropped, and all hell broke loose."
"They were yelling about lawsuits and whatnot, but you bailed me out again."
"Heh heh. I told them to beat it before I reported them for sexual harassment. They were actually hitting on me hard."
We clinked glasses as the fun stories kept coming.
"So, Min-seong. How was the field trip alone with Kang Writer?"
"Huh? You haven't gone yet, sunbae?"
"...Yeah. Not yet."
"Ah... I see."
She'd been clueless this whole time.
"Learned a ton. Super helpful."
"Yeah? Her perspective and ideas are on another level, right?"
"No kidding. She's a vet for a reason."
"How was the restaurant food?"
"Insanely good."
Kang Seo-yoon was insanely good, too.
"Heh heh. Jealous. Gotta work hard and become a writer you respect someday, Min-seong."
"Me? Respected? Just got lucky."
"Luck doesn't come to me. Quit downplaying and take the praise."
"Haha. Thanks, sunbae."
"Next time, hope my idea gets picked. Push for it hard then."
"You got it! I'll back you all the way!"
"Hee hee. Guess this dinner counts as a bribe. Take care of me."
Why had I felt weird about such a bright, sweet person earlier?
Writers stay busy because they have to prep items for next week and beyond in advance.
Brainstorm the item, book everything related, prep props, and prepare backups for any curveballs.
Meetings non-stop whenever there's a gap.
Kang Seo-yoon showed up today in office-casual chic.
'Fucking lethal.'
The afterglow from banging her was insane.
Just seeing those legs got me rock hard and losing it.
No, just looking at Kang Seo-yoon got me fired up.
I'd groped that body like crazy.
Shoved my dick into that wet pussy hidden under her skirt.
The memory of creampieing her as she desperately held back moans was crystal clear.
'Hold up.'
I was this worked up.
What about Kang Seo-yoon?
No feelings? Just did it out of obligation?
Even then, that orgasm she had couldn't be faked.
No way she didn't cum like that.
'Wanna fuck her again.'
Again. Once wasn't enough to feel like I'd claimed her.
"Hey! Choi Min-seong! Snap out of it! I asked where the props are!"
"Sorry! On it!"
"Useless punk! That's why everyone calls you trash!"
Go PD still hated my guts.
Some primal male instinct thing?
'Heh heh heh.'
You have no clue.
That your fiancée Kang Seo-yoon was pinned under me, moaning and taking it.
Wish you could've seen it.
'Really wanna show you.'
Go Nan-young sobbing right in front of me? Sounds thrilling.
Meeting wrapped.
Short break.
Sitting alone on the emergency stairs when I heard Kang Seo-yoon and Han Yu-ra's voices from above.
"So Min-seong wants to run with this for his next item?"
"Yeah. What do you think?"
"Hm. Your idea, Yu-ra?"
"Yep! Worked hard on it."
"Solid framework. Good. Pitch it officially next meeting. We'll get feedback."
"Thank you, Writer!"
Nice one, sunbae.
"But Yu-ra. You know night scenic spot shoots are brutal for us, right?"
Night scenic spots?
"Yeah, I know. That's why it fits my item perfect. I've got killer stamina."
"You said you ran marathons. Alright, prep it."
Night scenic spots... that was my idea.
No way sunbae brainstormed the same thing.
'Hm.'
Why the nagging doubt again?
Gut said this wasn't going away easy.
Deep in my work when murmurs rippled through.
"It's Song Ji-hyun."
"Whoa, goddess level. Insane."
"What's Song Ji-hyun doing here?"
Guys and gals alike dropped everything to gawk at her striding down the hall.
"...Wow."
The rising star actress Song Ji-hyun.
Her recent drama blew up, unleashing her hidden charm on a massive fanbase.
I was one of them.
From her debut scene, I was yelling "goddess!" at the screen.
'Definitely different in person.'
Jaw on the floor.
Seeing a celeb I'd only known from TV up close hit different.
Real deal was no joke.
Black long hair, neatly trimmed bangs.
Her sleek suit and haughty stride radiated aura.
Cool and aloof vibe—charisma fit the word.
Bit of a dreamy haze, too.
Especially those tits. Covered up, but the volume was killer.
Her overwhelming presence cranked her value sky-high.
That "stay back" intensity was weirdly hot.
Tailored suit hugged her perfect ratios—chest, hips, legs.
"She's... really pretty."
"What're you staring at like an idiot?"
"Ah, Writer."
"Hmph."
When'd she sneak up behind me?
Kang Seo-yoon snorted and brushed past.
Then boldly approached Song Ji-hyun.
"Long time no see, Ji-hyun."
"Hello, Writer."
They shook hands, smiling at each other.
Figures they knew each other.
Reason for her to be here? Booking, appearance, or connections.
"Still so formal. Call me unnie."
"Too many eyes."
"Fair. My office?"
"Yeah."
Nice voice, too.
Personality matched the broadcast image.
Not just looks—aloof and cool for real.
Minimal chit-chat, emotions locked down.
Actress laser-focused on her craft, massive fans for it.
Cold, cautious warrior vibe—huge male and female following.
Even in front of Song Ji-hyun, Kang Seo-yoon held her own.
Lacked celeb polish, but looks and figure were top-tier.
"Choi Min-seong."
"Yes? Yes!"
"Two coffees, to my room."
"Got it!"
They vanished down the hall in queenly stride.
"Min-seong, I'll get the coffee."
"You busy? I'll cover."
"I'm the coffee master!"
Other team's guys scrambled to volunteer.
"She tasked me, so I'll do it!"
No way I'd miss a close-up with Song Ji-hyun.
Rushed to the pantry, brewed up, headed to Kang Seo-yoon's room.
Weird knowing I'd groped her body silly in there—and now Song Ji-hyun was inside.
"Coffee's here."
"Over here."
"Yes!"
"Thanks."
"No problem."
Song Ji-hyun didn't spare me a glance.
"Not busy?"
"Uh, Actress Song Ji-hyun."
"Yes, yes?"
Caught off-guard by the call-out, she startled my way—then averted her eyes, all shy girl-like.
"Huge fan. Mind a quick photo...?"
"Sure..."
She timidly stood by me for one shot.
Click-
"Thank you!"
"Sigh. Out. You're making Ji-hyun uncomfortable."
Old me would've bolted.
But wanting to get close to Song Ji-hyun overrode that.
Hadn't used Conviction Ability today.
'Conviction Target Designation. Song Ji-hyun.'
Conviction Tips were spot-on magic.
I'd used it to imprint myself in her mind, and it nailed exactly that.
"Choi Min-seong here. The maknae writer Kang Seo-yoon Writer thinks is pretty great. She's even pushing my items lately."
"Hey, Choi Min-seong. What're you doing?"
"Right? Writer, I'm trustworthy, yeah?"
"...Yeah. Decent enough."
"...Really?"
"Worth grooming."
"Ah..."
Song Ji-hyun's reaction wasn't bad.
"Just wanted her to know a guy like me exists. I'm aiming to be a scenario writer someday—hope to cast you in my work."
"Ah, okay."
"So, you'll remember my name?"
"Sure..."
"What's my name?"
"Mi-Min-seong-ssi."
"Whoa! Honor of honors! Gotta buy a lotto ticket today!"
"Pfft."
Whoa? Did Song Ji-hyun just laugh at my clowning?
Her smile was killer up close—TV didn't do it justice. Mind blown.
"Out, Choi Min-seong."
"Yes! Heading out! Have a great time, you two."
Whew.
Big exhale once outside.
Song Ji-hyun up close? Peak perfection.
Skin, features, that subtle collarbone peeking over her blouse—irresistible.
Those full tits underneath? Wanted more.
"Kinda shy, huh?"
D-Grade Conviction successful.
+10 points awarded.
Current points: 40
Fine, satisfied with planting my name for now.
Someday we'll cross paths again.
Hope so. Gotta make it happen.
Then, a fun chime.
"Oh?"