Chapter 183
Chapter 183
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 183
Chapter Title: Part 2 - Seyeon's Secret Deal
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Seyoen downed the shot of liquor I handed her in one go, then fell into a brief lull as the buzz hit her.
It was just one drink, but chugging something that strong all at once meant the intoxication kicked in fast—no surprise there.
Anyway, I left the now-quiet Seyoen to recover for a moment, and that's when CEO Yoon returned from his urgent bathroom break.
"Re... Rep... hic! Ugh..."
"...."
From the look of him, he'd been clinging to the toilet bowl and puking his guts out. The real problem started now, though.
The worst of the hangover hits right after you throw up.
Sure enough, CEO Yoon staggered back to his seat, slammed his head on the table, and started groaning.
"Ugh... Ow..."
"CEO Yoon? You okay?"
"F... Fine... Kgh..."
"...CEO, snap out of it. The director's right here."
Seyoen chimed in from the side, trying to rouse him, but it was no use.
"Grrrh... Khmm..."
CEO Yoon kept zombie-moaning like that before starting to snore away.
Face-planting on the table without even lifting his head—he looked passed out cold, off to dreamland.
"What do we do... Should I call your manager sister?"
"Hm..."
I crossed my arms and thought it over.
The original plan was to drink with CEO Yoon, cloud his judgment, then hold the company's dire straits over his head and force him to hand Seyoen over to me.
But he clearly had a soft spot for his trainees, so pushing him that hard right now seemed unlikely to work. Better to go straight for Seyoen, who wanted to help the company herself—it felt like the smarter play.
In other words, CEO Yoon passing out alone was a stroke of luck for me.
"Nah, it's fine. Whether we give you the drama role or not is up to us anyway."
"Ah, okay..."
Seyoen straightened up from her slouched posture at my words.
She even flashed a meaningful look, like she was wondering what came next.
"Of course, I'd love for you to take the lead in this drama—I even recommended you to PD Kim. But I can't give you a firm yes yet. I know you're pretty, but I don't know about your singing, dancing, or acting skills."
"...! I can show you right now... Hup?!"
Seyoen tried to spring up with determination, but the booze made her head spin. She clutched it and sank back down.
"Don't push yourself. You clearly don't even know how to drink, and you chugged that shot... You're gonna feel dizzy for a while."
"Haa... I want to show you... My skills... Dance, singing, anything..."
"Your skills, huh..."
The lead role in Rising Star was about playing a trainee idol, so someone like Seyoen—an actual trainee—could nail that desperate emotion perfectly.
She'd have the dance and singing chops for the in-drama performances too, making her ideal for a newbie lead.
But to snag such a big role, she needed more than skills—she needed to squeeze out every bit of charm.
I turned to her and spoke again.
"Skills... Can't really show 'em off here. Forget that for now—can you stand up?"
"Ah, sure."
Seyoen fought the dizziness and carefully rose.
"Come around to the front here."
"The front...?"
"Yeah. Need a full-body view. Proportions matter too."
"Oh, right. Okay."
Her face already flushed from the alcohol, Seyoen shyly stood demurely in front of me.
"H... How do I look...?"
'Late 160s in height? Look at those legs... Thighs so pale and smooth... Her proportions are insane up close. Hips wider than I thought?'
God, I want to strip her...
I calmed my twitching pants and spoke evenly.
"Looking at you properly like this, you're slim top to bottom—way better figure than I imagined. You'll photograph great."
"Thank you."
"Good. Now sit next to me."
"...?"
"What're you waiting for? Hurry up! Sit close."
"O... Okay..."
Sensing something off, Seyoen hesitated, but my firm tone left her no choice. She sat lightly beside me.
'That hip's substantial too... Can feel her ass cheek pressing against me.'
And sitting this tight, her scent invaded my nose outright.
Doesn't smell like heavy perfume, but damn, it's fragrant... Sweeter than flowers, more human, intoxicating...
A pheromone level way above those room-saloon girls prowling the halls.
It asserted itself richly yet softly, perfectly balanced—gorgeous.
So this is Seyeon's scent. Just being near her was hypnotic.
"...You smell good."
"Pardon?! Ah... Yeah..."
Am I buzzed too? Slipped out my real thoughts. Whatever—I'm ramping things up anyway.
I went beyond sniffing, staring openly at her face, devouring it with my eyes.
Thin, long lashes taking the mascara so well... Even bare-faced, it'd look fresh and innocent...
Lips glossy with lipstick—want to grab that pointed chin and thrust into them...
Her flushed cheeks begged for my lip marks too.
Up close like this, admiration spilled out.
"Something on my face?"
While I appraised her silently, Seyoen eyed me weirdly and asked.
"No, no. Anyway, pour me a drink?"
"Me...? Why...?"
She trailed off with a displeased look.
Not the type to blindly obey, she radiated cold attitude, showing her temper.
Perfect—that conquest thrill in bed would double later.
I played it cool and kept talking.
"Don't overthink it. CEO Yoon's out cold—no one's pouring for me. Just pour, no big deal. Let me drink a bit more."
"...."
"Hurry. My arm's getting tired."
"Haa... Fine..."
Seyoen's eyes chilled, pissed at being dragged here just to pour drinks.
But messing with me now could tank the drama shot, so she forced a neutral face, grabbed the champagne with both hands, and filled my glass daintily.
'Oh...'
Meanwhile, I ogled her cleavage, drooling inwardly.
Look at those firm tits from the top. Wanna knead 'em bad.
Just grope her?
"All poured."
"Huh? Oh, yeah."
I sipped what she'd poured and blurted absentmindedly.
"Tastes better when you pour it."
"...."
Meant as a compliment, but her eyes twitched in annoyance.
Cute... Time to show my true colors.
"Hey, Seyoen? Don't ignore me—say 'you're welcome.'"
"...You're welcome."
"Seyoen, the PD Kim directing this drama—Rising Star, where I decide if you get the lead—is someone I really favor."
"Yes."
"So we're planning massive pre-launch promo. Know what that means?"
I emptied my glass as I spoke, then held it out again.
Seyoen's brows twitched in irritation, but resigned, she poured like a bar girl.
"Ha, just big drama promo, right?"
"Ads, posters plastered huge on every community site—who's face do you think gets top billing?"
"Well... Ah...!"
Getting it, Seyoen gasped.
"Exactly. Securing the lead means your face gets station-backed promo on a massive scale. That's instant fame, popularity. Just for being the lead—and as a newbie."
"Yes... The impact would be huge..."
She swallowed hard, ambition shining through.
"Grab this, and you achieve your dream while saving your company. Tempted?"
"Yes! I want it so bad...!"
"Good."
I whipped my arm around her waist instantly.
"?! Eek! Wha... What're you...?"
"You said you want it."
"The... The lead role! In Rising Star!"
"Exactly. This is part of the process."
I stroked her wide hips, pulled her slim waist tight against me.
"Eeeek!! Let... Let go!! Why are you doing this?! CEO! CEO!! Wake up!!"
She struggled to escape, desperately calling CEO Yoon, but he was drooling in oblivion.
"Why? That's my line. You're grabbing a huge chance—don't tell me you still don't get it, newbie."
"No! I don't want it like this! Let go!"
"Fine. I'll let go."
"...?"
I released her easily, leaving her flustered.
She sprang up, arms shielding her body, glaring at me as I ignored her and kept drinking.
"...Wha... What?!"
"You said no. So don't."
"...Yes! I won't!"
"Heh. Fine. Then Starlight flops quietly with no gigs."
"...!!!"
Angry, yet strained—conflicted emotions warring on her face, thoughts a mess.
Time to nudge.
"Pfft... What? You said no. Go call your manager or whatever and drag CEO Yoon out."
"...What about the drama lead?"
"Goes to the girl who raced here at my call and poured drinks."
"Di... Disgusting!! This is... like... se... sexual favors!!"
"Sexual favors? Just pouring drinks and playing nice?"
"Ugh... Ngh..."
"Not like I'm fucking you here. Kick away this golden chance over that? Nothing more I can do. Poor CEO Yoon. Alright, get out."
I waved her off; she wavered in turmoil.
Tempted by the sweet bait—stick by me, pour drinks, everyone's happy?
Ironically, every idol I'd reeled in before had soft hearts, falling for this every time.
Wonder how Seyoen holds up...
"Haa... Seriously... What to do..."
She stomped cutely, nibbling her nails—adorable enough to bite.
Looks like she needs a push. Shall I help?
"Seyoen? Calling someone else. Let's see... Who...?"
"Ugh... Ugh... Argh, fine!!!"
I fiddled with my phone; the seat beside me sank, her sweet scent returning.
There she was, biting her lip in frustration, reseating beside me.
"Good choice. No overreacting—just pour drinks. Chat, humor me, that's it."
"Just that! No... No sexual favors...!"
"Got it. Think I'd roll in the sheets first meeting? No way. But..."
I grinned slyly, tugging at the chest of her off-shoulder top.
"?! Eek! Don't...!"
"Move your hand. Before I yank it down for real."
"Ugh... Ngh..."
Fearing exposure, she dropped her hand.
Glared furious, but didn't slap my hand away—her tits' fate in my grip.
"Th... This is... drink service too?!"
"Obviously. Didn't even touch you. Just a peek at the top cleavage. Compromise. Deal?"
"Haa... Fuck... Seriously..."
Uttering curses in the world's cutest way, Seyoen let me ravage her upper cleavage raw.