Chapter 12
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: If You Know I'm a Fucking Asshole, Just Strip
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Normally, I never thought of her that way, but maybe it's because I've fucked her?
Today, spots like Ye-rin's nape and armpits felt strangely sexy.
'Well, yeah. That line from her neck to her shoulders is pretty nice.'
Her shitty personality aside.
As I blatantly checked her out with those thoughts running through my head, a change appeared in her status window.
Inner Thoughts: Tension, Depression, Anxiety, Nervousness
- Mental state extremely damaged due to temporary decline in vocal ability. Requires mental care.
- Despises and wary of 'Kim Sung-woo'.
She's even wary of me now.
Damn, that escalated quick.
A snort of laughter nearly escaped me.
"Ah... Tch..."
Something wrong?
The photographer was looking flustered as he checked the shots.
"What's up?"
"Oh, Manager. It's just..."
The photographer pulled up the images on the studio monitor like he'd been waiting for the chance.
But.
'All B-cuts.'
Every photo of Shin Ye-rin filling the screen was awkwardly stiff.
Even skipping ahead, they were all the same.
Rigid expressions and poses—straight-up rejects.
'I was staring pretty hard.'
Ye-rin must've felt burdened by my intense gaze.
This fills me with such pride!
I barely kept my lips from curling up as I apologized to the photographer.
"Sorry about that. Ye-rin must be stressed lately. Looks like she's tense."
"No worries. It happens. But... even with the delay, all B-cuts? Kinda disappointing."
"Everyone worked hard, and we just wasted time. No excuse."
"Yeah, well. If it's stress, what can I say? Not like I don't get it... Sigh."
The photographer finally let out a heavy sigh after holding it in.
His eyes drifted to Ye-rin, sitting off to one side.
She'd clearly overheard, her face even stiffer than during the shoot.
The photographer approached her.
"Anyway. Seems like Ye-rin-ssi is really tense, so let's take a quick break. Sound good, Ye-rin-ssi?"
His words meant: 'We'll cut you some slack, so get your shit together during the break.'
She got it right away and glared with wide eyes.
Staring daggers at me like I knew exactly what she wanted to scream.
The cause of her tension was obvious to anyone looking, and she wanted to curse me out for screwing up the shoot.
'But yelling here would just hurt her more, so she's holding back.'
Spot on. Shin Ye-rin squeezed her eyes shut, bit her lip lightly, then bowed her head.
"...I'm really sorry."
This is fucking hilarious!
As Shin Ye-rin swallowed her pride, the photographer sighed with no more to say and set down his camera.
He started heading out with a staff member, then...
"Oh. Hold on, Manager."
"Yes?"
Our eyes met.
The photographer sidled up and asked quietly.
"What's up with Ye-rin today?"
A prickling stare hit the back of my head the second he asked.
'Shin Ye-rin, obviously.'
No need to look.
She's dying to know what we're saying. Wondering if he's badmouthing her.
Not a chance, bitch.
I hesitated before answering.
"Hm. Truth is, Ye-rin's had throat issues lately. She freezes up a bit on stage every time."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Getting better little by little, but I think it's the aftereffects."
"Aigoo..."
My bullshit worked; the photographer softened.
"Well... can't be helped. Take good care of Ye-rin-ssi. Mind-control her to wrap up in the remaining time. I'll talk to my staff."
"Thanks for understanding."
The photographer left the studio, and the rest of the staff took their break, eyes off Ye-rin.
I approached her.
"What'd you say?"
This rude bitch.
Ye-rin demanded before I could even speak.
Acting calm on the outside, but jittery inside.
"Just said she's been tired from a lot lately when he asked about her condition."
I shrugged as I replied, and she ground her teeth, muttering through ventriloquism.
"It's because of you."
"What? Blaming me?"
I feigned shock.
She kept at it with her dummy talk.
"Stop staring weird places. You're not a manager—you're a stalker. Sexual harassment. Cut it out."
"Ah..."
A laugh snorted out listening to her.
Shin Ye-rin shot me a 'You laughing?' glare.
I met her eyes straight on.
"What... Didn't you tell me professionals handle their duties no matter the situation?"
"When did I—!"
"Don't remember? Two months ago. Two months."
I nailed the timing.
"......"
Ye-rin just flapped her mouth, speechless.
Goldfish-brained bitch.
'Wait a sec...'
Thinking about it, had Shin Ye-rin even worked a real job to spout that crap?
I shot her a sour look.
She went quiet.
Easy to guess why.
"Hey."
"...What."
"You forgot you said that shit to me, huh? Just remembered, right?"
"...No."
"Right? Even you know it sounds dumb. You lived spouting nonsense like that?"
"......"
Her ears turned redder by the second.
She feels shame too, huh.
I whispered, pinning her down.
"If you had pro mindset, you'd have done fine. But you blame me for tensing up."
"......"
Ye-rin clutched her dress hem.
Her pale hand trembled, head drooping.
Watching filled me with glee.
And something simmered inside.
What?
Lust.
'Lust's up, gotta release it.'
I don't hold back anymore.
I knelt to eye level with Shin Ye-rin.
Smiling at her round eyes dodging mine.
"You said it's my fault you're tense, so I'll take responsibility."
"...For real?"
"......?"
She nodded quick—uncharacteristically.
What the hell?
"...We'll wrap shooting soon and go. I'll make sure no one gripes about you leaving your spot, so wait in the car."
...?
"What're you saying?"
"Huh...?"
Shin Ye-rin panicked.
Me too, baffled.
She thought I meant I'd step out for her...
Surprising if so.
Still room for innocent thoughts, huh.
As Ye-rin and I locked eyes silently.
The photographer returned.
Perfect timing.
"Excuse me, but I need a word."
"......?"
Shin Ye-rin blankly watched me head to him.
Yeah, you just watch.
The photographer glanced at me while grabbing his camera.
"What is it?"
"Ye-rin seems super tense. I think she needs to loosen up. Mind hitting the waiting room quick?"
"Waiting room? That'll delay us too much..."
"Can't you make it work?"
"Hm..."
As he pondered.
I turned.
Ye-rin rolled her eyes, clueless.
Three seconds later.
"What the fuck?!"
She finally got it, growling ventriloquist-style.
Not scary at all, you chihuahua bitch.
"No choice. Take a break then. But! Back in 30 minutes."
"Yes. Thanks for the consideration."
The photographer made the call.
"Uh, w-wait... I... huh...?"
Shin Ye-rin stuttered incoherently.
Finally realizing my words meant I'd harass her.
Click.
"Cut the crap already!"
Shin Ye-rin whisper-yelled the second the waiting room door locked.
I shrugged curtly.
"What? Said I'd help you relax since you're tense."
"All because of you!"
"So I'm taking responsibility."
"You...!"
Whatever she spat, I just snarked back.
Speechless, she trembled in rage.
I pointed to the sofa.
"Sit."
"...Don't play games. Just fuck off."
Ye-rin jerked her head at the door, eyes fierce.
I glanced, then chuckled lightly.
"Funny?"
"Hilarious or not? Ye-rin-ah. You're smart with calculations. We gotta leave in 30. You wanna blow it?"
"...No way doing that with you relaxes me."
True.
Just horny and wanna fuck her. Relax? Bullshit.
"Still, no choice for you. Want me spilling about your vocals again?"
"...Fuck, seriously."
Ye-rin ground her teeth, face screaming disgust.
Makes me wanna torment her more.
"Last time you came quick. Why pretend?"
"Fuck off, you piece of shit!"
"You know I'm a fucking asshole, so just strip."
"......"
Shin Ye-rin glared forever, then gave up and started undressing.
When the white dress buttons—exposing her armpits—were half-undone, I said.
"From now on, when I say strip, everything comes off. Underwear too."
"Nngh..."
Shin Ye-rin whimpered, stripping naked.
The dress pooled on the floor, revealing white bra and panties.
They joined it.
She slowly sat on the sofa, fully nude.
"Hic, sob."
Watching her sniffle...
'She looks different today.'
I tilted my head at her.
Cosmetics ad makeup?
Different vibe from stage makeup. Made her seem fresh.
What is it?
If usual Shin Ye-rin is level 3 spicy, now she's... not zero.
Maybe level 1?
"Makeup's wild."
I muttered, grabbing her breast. She jolted big.
"......!"
Tears streaming, glaring like she'd curse.
But no resistance.
Finally adapting? I scratched her nipple with my nail.
"Hnn..."
Her cheeks flushed, body quivering faintly.
Thumbing the tip made her pale waist twitch.
As the nipple hardened, venom faded from her face.
"Make that face at the shoot later."
"You...!"
Ye-rin snapped her head up, glaring.
That expression was perfect.
"Keep those eyes pretty."
"...Ngh!"
I pinched and twisted the nipple.
She squeezed her eyes shut; I latched onto the other breast.
Sucking hard on the soft flesh, her pale hands and legs tensed visibly.
Shin Ye-rin was feeling it.
"...Hey! Don't fuck around—finish quick!"
"Came fine last time. Why lie?"
I licked the nipple, eyeing her. She glared furiously.
"Crazy? Feels like nothing!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
Fine then.
I stopped sucking.
Instead, knelt and spread her legs wide.