Chapter 89
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: PD Choi Da-yeon's Insane Proposal
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Haah. Haah. Haa. Haah.
After breakfast. After lunch. And even after dinner.
It felt like we'd been having sex all day long.
Sometimes I'd spray all over her body or face, turning Han Yu-ra into a complete mess of cum.
That sight turned me on so much that I'd thrust into her again and again.
My marks were all over Han Yu-ra's entire body.
"Haah. Haah... M-Min-seong."
"Can't move, huh?"
"You... have no consideration. No, your dick has no consideration."
"You were the one begging me to go wild because it felt so good."
"If I hadn't... haah... done those marathons, I probably would've passed out..."
"Our compatibility must be amazing, sunbae."
"That's why... if only I'd met you sooner..."
"You didn't even notice me back in college."
"N-No, that's not true. I always thought you were a good hoobae?"
"But you never saw me as a man."
"Yeah... that's true."
"Turning a woman like that into my girl... it makes me feel pretty proud."
"Hyaat! W-Why? Again?"
I slipped my fingers inside and scooped out the cum filling her pussy.
"The guys sunbae liked would freak out if they saw this."
"I have... no intention of showing them."
"Of course not. Why would I show off my woman? Oh. I will show Kang Hyun-soo, though."
"A-About that. What do you plan to do?"
"I have a plan. Just do exactly as I say later."
"...Still, try not to hurt him too much."
"Hm. Even now, you still have some lingering feelings?"
"No matter the intentions, he did take good care of me."
"Any guy would've done the same. If you'd met me sooner, you would've been way happier."
"...I know. Sigh."
"Shall we wash up first?"
"I-I'll wash myself."
"You can't even walk."
"Ugh. Th-Then just put me in the tub."
"Why do you hate bathing together so much?"
"It's not that I hate it... I'm embarrassed."
"After sucking and biting every part of me?"
"Just... please."
I carried the exhausted Han Yu-ra to the bathroom and put her in the tub.
"G-Go on, get out."
"Yeah, yeah."
Figuring there must be a reason, I decided to respect her wish.
We had plenty of time ahead.
I cleaned up myself, showered after her, and left the house.
"Rest well, sunbae."
"Mm. You too, be careful."
A taxi to my place would've been quick, but I felt like walking, so I took my time strolling home.
Then, out of nowhere.
"Hey! Choi Min-seong!"
It was Kang Hyun-soo.
He suddenly jumped out from an alley and blocked my path.
I was a bit startled, but I greeted him casually.
"Sunbae. Hello."
"Why were you coming out of that building?"
He saw me.
But did he get all the way to the door?
'No.'
If he had, he'd have heard the sex noises too. He wouldn't be reacting this mildly.
He'd have charged in swinging fists or been trembling with rage.
"Yu-ra sunbae asked me to drop something off."
"Don't bullshit me, you punk."
"It's true. Call her and check."
No matter how hard he glared, he wouldn't get the truth that way.
"I'll go ask her myself."
"You decided to see Yu-ra sunbae?"
"I just happened to pass by. What's it to you?"
"Hm. Yu-ra sunbae would hate that. She told me to hurry up and leave after dropping it off."
"..."
"Anyway, I'm going."
I walked past Kang Hyun-soo and called Han Yu-ra to fill her in.
She said she'd handle it, so I headed home with a light heart.
The next day.
"Nothing happened, right?"
"Yeah. I yelled at him to leave, and he did."
"You're getting good at getting mad now, our sunbae."
"Yeah. Why have I gotten so short-tempered?"
"Feels like my fault for changing you like this. Guilty as charged."
"Then help me vent that anger more often."
"Just say the word anytime."
"Yeees. M-Master."
Confirming no one was around, Han Yu-ra whispered softly in my ear.
Then, she deliberately turned toward me, spread her legs, pulled her panties aside, and flashed her pussy.
It was a pose I absolutely loved.
Time flew by as I buried myself in work, and soon it was the day to film Song Ji-hyun's vlog.
It was a cosmetics ad shoot vlog, so I got a full view of Song Ji-hyun's stunning beauty.
'Wow, she's fucking gorgeous.'
She looked totally different from her casual home vibe— the atmosphere on set was on another level.
I watched everything up close, from the makeup process to the ad filming.
It hit me: this is why she's a celebrity. I was genuinely impressed.
The fact that I'd fucked a woman like her.
Every time our eyes met, she'd give me a knowing smile.
It made my dick twitch every time.
Thankfully, her favorability and trust toward me hadn't dropped after what happened.
'Can't wait to fuck her again.'
I'd already planned the next scenario.
Ready to drag her into even deeper depravity.
She just needed to call me over.
"How was the shoot?"
"Huge hit. Fans are gonna lose it when this uploads."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You looked so pretty today. Expect tons of pics and memes circulating. My shorts will blow up too, of course."
"Then Jin-seong oppa will see it too? Hehe."
"Obviously. Any contact since?"
"Just texts. He's shooting overseas, so it'll take a bit longer."
"Th-... I mean, that's too bad."
Almost said fortunately.
"Yeah. Kinda bummed. Wish oppa would hurry back."
"You feeling prepared in your own way?"
"Kinda... got some confidence now. But still worried."
"Worried?"
"I heard some rumors about Jin-seong oppa..."
"What rumors?"
"He apparently has quite the dating history. So..."
"Worried you'll be compared?"
"Yeah. Exactly."
Jackpot.
"Then we gotta practice."
"...Practice."
"Just say when. I'll help with everything."
"Uh, u-uhm. Got it."
She's still got those confused feelings lingering.
She never expected "practice" to go all the way to sex.
Or to feel this good from it.
It was way too intense for mere practice.
"Remember: hesitate too much, and another girl will snatch him away."
"I know. I will."
After the ad shoot, we kept filming the vlog through a light lunch.
"Good work, Ji-hyun."
"You too."
"Guess I'll go edit."
"Oh, um. Min-seong."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna... come over tonight?"
"Tonight?"
"Mm. No schedule tomorrow..."
I bit back a grin threatening to break free.
"You wanna practice, huh? Got it. I'll come."
"Quietly... sneak in. Okay?"
"Obviously. You be careful not to let your manager notice."
"Yeah. Don't worry about that."
Tonight's gonna be a hell of a fun night.
I headed to the company first and dove into editing.
"Attention."
Kang Seo-yoon gathered our eyes with a sour expression.
Standing beside her was Choi Da-yeon, her sworn enemy.
"Everyone knows PD Choi Da-yeon, right? She's officially starting tomorrow. She came to say hi, so remember her."
"What kinda intro is that?"
"Handle your own intro."
"So prickly. Hi, everyone. I'm Choi Da-yeon. You know me if you do, don't if you don't. Not the same show, but we'll run into each other a lot. Let's get along."
"Nice to meet you, PD-nim!"
"Looking forward to working with you!"
"Welcome, PD-nim!"
Lee Yu-jin, Choi Sung-hwa, and even Han Yu-ra greeted her exaggeratedly.
Guess writers have no choice but to suck up to PDs.
Naturally, Choi Da-yeon's gaze turned to me.
As if asking why I wasn't greeting her.
"I'm Choi Min-seong! Nice to meet you! Please take care of me, PD Choi Da-yeon!"
"We met at that shoot before, right? Same surname makes it even nicer."
"Nice to meet you!"
She flashed a pleased smile at my booming voice.
Even next to Kang Seo-yoon, her beauty didn't pale.
Different styles, maybe.
Choi Da-yeon had a more elegant, refined vibe.
Her red-dyed hair boosted her charisma too.
"Seo-yoon. Mind if I borrow writer Choi Min-seong for a quick chat?"
"Why?"
"The maknae writer knows all the company rumors. Figured I'd get some intel beforehand."
"Do whatever."
Kang Seo-yoon shot her a don't-try-anything-stupid glare.
That glare held trust in me too.
Belief that I wouldn't fall for whatever Choi Da-yeon tried.
Spot on. No way I would.
"Then, writer Choi Min-seong? To my room."
"Got it."
I followed her to her room.
Fitting for a star PD—same size office as Kang Seo-yoon's.
Assembled bed for rests, sofa, marble table.
Top-tier computer, desk, chair.
Above all, the room felt bright and elegant.
Pretty vases, artwork, and more.
'She's a looker.'
Rumors said she was two months from marriage.
A photo on her desk showed her with who seemed her fiancé.
Handsome, built guy—the textbook alpha male.
Birds of a feather, huh.
No wonder genes cluster like that.
"What do you think? My room's pretty, right?"
"Yes. Bright and beautiful."
"And I'm pretty too?"
Out of left field.
"...Yes. You're beautiful."
"Compared to Seo-yoon?"
"I wouldn't dare judge."
"I'm prettier, right? Oh, we can drop formalities?"
"Sure."
"So, your answer?"
"Well, I'm not great at judging women."
"Not easy to sway, huh."
Choi Da-yeon smiled and sat on the sofa.
"Sit."
As I sat, she crossed her legs.
Her skirt rode up just enough to tease a glimpse of panties.
"Worked with Kang Seo-yoon about two months?"
"Yes, around that."
"Not that attached yet, then?"
"No. Very attached. She takes good care of me."
"Seo-yoon? She's not the grateful type."
"She looks after me well."
"You like Seo-yoon?"
"Pardon? No."
"Really? Guys who say that usually fall for her."
"Not sure."
"Come on. She's super prickly, but treats you well? Sounds like you're smitten."
Heavy jealousy toward Kang Seo-yoon.
"She is prickly, but good to juniors."
"Must've changed while I wasn't looking. She always said sudden personality shifts meant death. Might as well die."
"Pardon?"
"Joking. Don't take it seriously."
Felt pretty serious.
Wonder what happened between them to breed this hate.
"That last shoot—you were the item guy? Got good buzz."
"Airs this week, I hear."
Usually 2-3 weeks after shoot, Sundays.
"Heard from other staff. You made a solid item."
"Got lots of help from Kang Writer."
"Anyway. Straight to why I called you."
"Not for company gossip?"
"Three years. I'll make you my main writer."
"Pardon?"
"You heard me."
Incredibly tempting offer.
Even becoming main writer is tough—takes at least three years usually.
Without timing or luck, could take five, ten, never.
Three years meant she'd push hard.
"Is that possible?"
"I'm Choi Da-yeon. If I push, it's guaranteed."
Curious about her angle.
"There are conditions."
"Smart one. Yes. One condition I really want from you."
"Tell me."
"You work with Seo-yoon, see all kinds of crap, right? Simple: bring me info or proof of her weaknesses."
"..."
"Cut ties with her, join me. I'll make you main writer in three years. Guaranteed."
Way crazier than I thought.
<Choi Da-yeon>