Chapter 6

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 6

Chapter Title: Then, I'll Touch It

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A meeting kicked off based on the report I'd written.

I'd always just recorded or taken notes before, but this time, I finally got a chance to speak up.

"So, they grow stuff in rural vegetable gardens and sell it to the urban team. The urban folks trade money or other goods in return. And through that process, we turn it into a game..."

The atmosphere had been icy yesterday, but as the other writers listened to my pitch, their expressions gradually brightened.

Kang Seo-yoon was no exception.

"What do you think? I like Min-seong's idea."

"Me too."

"It just needs a little polishing."

"If we divvy up the roles right and set up the scenarios well, the cast will have a blast filling the airtime, don't you think?"

Even Han Yu-ra chimed in with approval, and that's when Kang Seo-yoon gave it the green light.

"Alright. Let's run with this as our hook. Min-seong, refine it some more. It's your first item, so put your all into it."

"Yes! Thank you!"

"Congrats, Min-seong."

"A first item in just a month. You've got some luck on your side."

"Congrats. If you need anything, just say the word. I'll help with whatever."

Even Han Yu-ra, whose face hadn't looked so friendly yesterday, congratulated me sincerely.

From that day on, I threw myself into making my item shine.

"Min-seong. Need any help?"

"Oh, sunbae. I'm good. I can handle it."

"Come on, don't be like that. I want to help."

"That's why I'm sorry. You shouldn't be stuck with chores because of me."

"What's a little chore? It's what I did as maknae. No big deal."

With an angel like Han Yu-ra by my side, my productivity skyrocketed.

The next day, I took the finished item back to Kang Seo-yoon's room.

She was wearing black stockings again today.

Maybe it was the belt around her waist, but her thighs and legs looked even more stunning.

"Mm. Nice. This works. We can run the game like this, right?"

"And on top of that..."

I elaborated in detail, drawing more positive reactions.

There was a reason for going this far.

I had a clear goal today.

I still felt wronged from getting played like a fool yesterday.

I felt bad for the humiliated, belittled version of myself from then.

I wanted to fluster Kang Seo-yoon a bit.

I didn't know what she was really like deep down.

But she'd toyed with me yesterday, no doubt about that.

So, I decided to entertain a little malice.

Plus, I wanted to stick it to Go PD a little.

"Like it?"

"Yeah. Good. Let's do it this way."

"I really did well, right?"

"Sure. Pretty good for a maknae. You nailed it."

"You mean it? I really did good?"

"Why are you fishing for confirmation like that?"

"Then, Writer Kang."

I looked straight into Kang Seo-yoon's eyes and spoke.

"Mm."

Pretty solid item for a maknae.

I reviewed Choi Min-seong's proposal again, reassessing him.

It was more creative than I'd expected.

For a variety show's rookie writer, this was impressive.

He's got talent.

If I nurture him right, he might go far.

Come to think of it, he'd said in his interview he wanted to write drama or movie scripts.

He'd been so bold about it that it caught me off guard,

but his guts amused me, so I hired him for the variety team.

He was also Han Yu-ra's college junior.

I hadn't paid him much attention after that.

Most quit early anyway.

I figured he'd be the same.

But my prediction was off.

He endured Go Nan-young PD's bullying and the hellish maknae life.

His tenacity naturally piqued my interest.

'Cute.'

I knew every time I looked at documents, his gaze drifted to my legs.

He'd quickly look away if I glanced over.

Boys will be boys.

A closer look revealed more intriguing traits.

His face was average, but he seemed over 180cm with broad shoulders.

Young, fresh-faced, innocent vibe.

This guy would be fun to toy with.

Already hooked on my legs,

a little kindness and he'd obey like a slave.

I'd dangled my legs as bait,

but never planned to let him touch.

Some minor reward instead.

A smile, pat on the back, light hug?

Obsessed with my legs, he'd probably fantasize wildly.

Seducing a guy like that would be effortless.

'This'll be fun.'

He'd fall for me on his own, confess, crash and burn, and leave—no strings.

So, I started a new game.

This time, I'd drag it out longer.

Toy with celebrities or other teams' guys, and rumors twist.

But Choi Min-seong was on my team.

I'd slacked off since he might quit soon,

but shielded him a bit from Go PD.

That meant I could play longer.

Bonus: offload work on him.

"Mm, good. Solid."

I nodded, satisfied with the game item.

Sense beyond a maknae writer.

"Then, Writer Kang."

Choi Min-seong finished his report and met my eyes.

But in that instant,

his gaze turned bold, unwavering.

Strong resolve in his eyes.

A stark shift from his hesitant demeanor moments ago.

And then those unexpected words.

"About that leg touch you promised last time."

"...What did you say?"

My mind blanked.

"You promised. If I did well, you'd let me touch your legs. I did well."

"..."

Unbelievable.

He actually believed my joke?

It was just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠teasing.

This guy's more naive than I thought?

Takes the fun out of playing with him.

But...

But...

"I did really well, so you have to keep your promise."

He wasn't wrong.

Strangely, the words I should say wouldn't come.

'No, that was a joke.'

'Do better next time for a chance.'

'I'll reward you with something else.'

I should say that.

But...

"Y-Yeah. A promise is a promise."

That wasn't what came out.

What?

Why did I say that?

Smooth—

Choi Min-seong stood and approached.

Then knelt.

"Then, I'll touch it."

Gulp—

What the hell is happening to me?

She toyed with me yesterday, so today I'd get payback.

My dad always said,

get marked as a pushover once, and you're one forever.

I could endure maknae treatment as long as needed.

Writing success was my dream.

Learn here, become a writer for variety, dramas, everything.

But pride? Off-limits.

Not true anger at Kang Seo-yoon's prank yesterday.

Not villain-level.

She'd shielded me from Go PD's crap sometimes.

Still, my main drive was payback for yesterday's humiliation and shame.

Second, a pure male desire to touch those legs.

Her favorability toward me was lower than expected, but trust was decent.

I'd checked for the tip anyway.

"About that leg touch you promised last time."

Tension building.

She'd snap, "What crazy talk?"

Or "That was a joke."

Low odds she'd comply.

But right now...

"What did you say?"

Resistance?

"You promised. If I did well, you'd let me touch your legs. I did well."

"..."

"I did really well, so you have to keep your promise."

"Y-Yeah. A promise is a promise."

"...!!!"

Yes!

'It worked!'

A rush of exhilaration flooded my chest.

At the same time, the reality of finally touching those sleek legs set my heart ablaze.

How could any guy not get fired up?

I shot up, approached Kang Seo-yoon, and carefully knelt before her, eyes on her legs.

She flinched, pressing her legs together at my reaction.

"Then, I'll touch it."

My hands trembled.

Whew.

Heart, calm down.

Come to think of it, this'd be my first time touching a woman's legs.

And for that first? These beauties. Thrilling.

Ah. Got hard.

Without even touching yet.

Why are they so damn sexy?

Swallow.

Kneeling slightly, I widened my view.

Through the tight weave of the jet-black stockings, Kang Seo-yoon's pale skin peeked through.

The dark color made it hard to fully make out,

but who cares.

Her legs were elegant like sculptures, practically glowing,

brimming with elastic curves.

Just knowing I could touch them was joy enough.

"Whew."

I reached out carefully.

Starting below the knee.

Twitch—

She squeezed her legs tighter as my hand made contact.

I ignored it, slowly stroking downward.

"Whoa..."

Below the knee was the shinbone.

Figured it'd lack that tactile appeal,

but her slim ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠legs wrapped my palm in soft flesh, the faint hardness of bone beneath creating a weird pleasure.

Firm under the palm, but fingertips felt spongy skin.

I knew she worked out with gym and Pilates.

Her legs' softness and springiness were unreal.

Worlds apart from mine.

"H-Hey, how long you gonna just sit there touching?"

"Want me to get more aggressive?"