Chapter 23
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Suck It With Those Lips
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After imprinting my name on Song Ji-hyun and stepping out...
A fun notification chimed.
"Whoa. Jackpot."
I leveled up.
Now I can use the C-Grade ability as a basic without needing Conviction Enhancement.
"If I can use D-Grade once a day too, that's pretty solid?"
It's not some insanely powerful Conviction ability, but it'll still be helpful.
I checked the perks.
Just as I thought—perfect.
My fatigue as the maknae writer was already brutal.
Lower fatigue and faster recovery? That's huge for me.
The (1) probably means the effects ramp up with levels.
The physical and charm enhancements are great too.
I'll move quicker and sharper, and my appeal will shine through more.
"Heh heh."
But the real winner? Vitality enhancement.
I wanted to last longer with Kang Seo-yoon during sex—this might ease that regret a bit.
'Wanna test it out.'
Could I bang Kang Seo-yoon again?
Wanna thrust back into that tight pussy.
"Gotta work for it. Effort."
Even good-looking guys hustle to lay women.
Superstars do too.
No way I'm slacking.
Though her reaction hasn't changed much post-sex, it nags at me a little.
'Doesn't she remember my dick?'
If not, I'll make her.
Level up reset my Convictions.
I can reuse today's abilities now.
Nice. Real nice.
Even as Song Ji-hyun left, most of the male staff came out to watch.
She gave a tiny nod—
'Jackpot!'
Out of all those staff, she nodded at me.
Knowing I've registered with her felt amazing.
That's what celebrities do—meet endless people.
'She's seriously gorgeous.'
What if... a chance pops up?
That'd be epic.
'Why am I so horny lately?'
Ever since using Conviction to fuck Kang Seo-yoon, my desires won't quit.
I chuckled at myself weighing possibilities with Song Ji-hyun.
"Take care! Miss Song Ji-hyun!"
I shouted loud and clear, waving big.
"Aaaah!"
"Our Min-seong's got time on his hands, huh?"
Kang Seo-yoon yanked my ear.
"Just saying goodbye."
"That's why you're overflowing with confidence. Same as earlier."
"What about earlier?"
"Coming in with coffee, showing off like crazy?"
"Gotta promote. She's gonna star in my future script."
"As if that'll happen anytime soon. Jeez."
She glared fiercely and turned away.
Jealousy, maybe?
Nah, probably not.
"By the way, Writer. How do you know the actress? No variety show connections."
"You looked it up already?"
"Curious. I can't just let it slide."
"You don't need to know."
"Tell me. I'm a huge fan."
"Get back to work?"
"You called Miss Song for our show, right?"
"Ji-hyun doesn't do variety."
"Really? Yeah, she's never done any."
"She only acts. Quit drooling and work."
"Too bad. Her charismatic, aloof vibe changing bit by bit on variety would be hilarious."
"I pitched it once thinking the same, but she's firm. ...Why am I even answering? Tch."
"Since you're talking, tell me more about her."
"You... Sigh."
"What's up?"
She glanced around, bit her lip, and whispered.
"Follow me."
Grumbling, she led me to the room.
"You talk about Ji-hyun so casually?"
"Huh? What?"
"Even after what happened between us... Bragging you're her fan in front of me. Sigh."
"...?"
"Forget it. Why talk to a solo stan."
So she's mad I'm into Song Ji-hyun in front of her?
'Straight-up jealousy?'
I grinned.
The mighty Kang Seo-yoon, jealous? Over me?
"I've been a huge fan forever."
"Whatever. My bad for overthinking. Go work."
"But Writer, even next to her, your beauty doesn't fade. Dead serious."
"...Not happy. Out."
Her face softened despite the words.
"For real. Oh, Writer—one thing I'm curious about."
"Curiosity overload? What now? No—don't ask."
"After what happened earlier, you said... You've been thinking about it, right?"
"Wh-what!? No! Shut up and get out. Out!"
Her fluster was fun. Time to push.
Step. Step.
"Why... are you coming closer."
"Writer."
I locked eyes.
Her pupils quivered faintly at my approach.
"That night you moaned nonstop, climaxing over and over. No way you forgot. Right, Writer?"
"Th-that was..."
"Your moans and ecstasy face are burned in my mind. Best day ever. Bet it was for you too. Yeah?"
"I-I just took responsibility. I told you clearly."
Pushing hard got better reactions.
Too cute.
Can't hold back. Time for the reset Conviction—C-Grade now, stronger impact.
'Conviction Target Designation: Kang Seo-yoon.'
Kang Seo-yoon. Age 31
'Jackpot.'
Favorability and Trust shot up.
Descriptions got way more fun.
"That day" means sex day, right?
Me sticking in her head since? Definitely jealousy earlier.
Intriguing.
Means my dick gave her massive stimulation.
Did work overtime. Male ego soaring.
'Time to use it.'
Brain firing on all cylinders.
"Writer."
"What. Hey, back off. Too close."
"That responsibility day. I forgot something on second thought."
"What?"
"First night with a woman I love—tons I wanted. But you were so pretty, lovable, I lost to desire. Missed one thing."
"...So?"
"Do that missed thing now. Please. It'll make better memories."
"Y-you psycho. That again...?"
"Not sex. Don't worry."
"...Then what."
"With those pretty lips. Suck my dick. Morning blowjob from a lover's my fantasy."
"What!?"
Her eyes flew wide, freaking out.
Absurd, sure.
But C-Grade should land.
"You took responsibility—gotta erase awkwardness. It's bugged me."
"... ."
"Please. Just quick."
Words done, I dropped my pants in front of her.
Underwear too—dick sprang out.
Not hard yet, kinda limp.
But her gaze? It stiffened slowly.
"S-so... you want me to give a b-blowjob?"
"Yeah. Forgot it. Bugged me since."
"... ."
"Please, Writer."
"Haa. Crazy. B-back then... not enough?"
I stared silent.
She squeezed eyes shut, bit lip, knelt slowly.
"Damn. Why so many fantasies. Blowjob only. Nothing more."
"Thank you!"
"Ugh. Annoying."
C-Grade Conviction successful.
10 points awarded.
Lv 2 first Conviction bonus: +10 points.
Skills available with held points.
Held Points: 60
Level up celebration blowjob.
Too good.
I might not be right in the head.
I took responsibility that day. Should've ended there.
His forgetfulness is on him.
He should've handled his own fantasies.
I did my best—why bring it up now?
"... ."
But why did I agree?
Why say yes again?
I'm not that nice.
Not that considerate.
Just tell him off. Kick him out.
Choi Min-seong's logic got me?
Or that thick regret in his words?
Plop—
I sank down, looking up.
His dick was softer than before.
Limp-ish, like an elephant trunk.
Still huge like this.
Heh—
"... ."
"Your gaze is so hot, heh."
Just looking, and it rises.
Like an elephant spraying water.
'What am I thinking.'
Swelling without touch.
He's super excited.
And expecting.
'Ah...'
Staring... making me weird too.
Better finish quick.
Grabbed the dick.
Still can't grip with one hand.
Softer than last time.
'Gotta harden it first...'
Both hands, stroked gently.
Shwoop—
Shaft and all ballooned fast.
"All hard now, Writer. Wow, hands feel great."
"...Shut your mouth. Please."
"Suck it quick. With those pretty lips."
"F-fine... so shut up."
Now fully hard—it's real.
So damn big.
Too big, even now.
Since that day, it's popped in my head plenty.
Feeling it pound me haunted nonstop.
Tried ignoring.
Ended up facing it again.
Intimidating.
Courage failed to take it in.
So tongue out, lick—
Slurp—
"Hngh! Kuuh! Feels good!"
His joy embarrassed me hotly.
What now.
Gonna get turned on sucking this.