Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: An Uncomfortable Bastard
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The essence of sexual favors was intoxicating.
The immense sense of elation and the profound insight into my own power it stirred up had my mind in a whirl, leaving me rock hard.
Of course, I settled it down quickly, but the whole process was so sweet that I craved more.
Sexual favors... an exchange where both sides give and take.
Trading bodies for screen time—it's a win-win for everyone!
No matter how I thought about it, there was no reason to feel any guilt.
Things were getting fun.
Up until now, I'd been the one getting summoned, with agencies reaching out first. But from here on out, it would be under my control...
"Keh heh heh..."
My laughter took on a sinister edge.
My groin was itching again.
Maybe the next one should be a rookie. A virgin would be ideal.
Popping that cherry always brought such a rush of depravity and thrill, making the bed shake even harder.
No, what kind of lewd thoughts am I having in this sacred workplace?
I headed to the rooftop to cool my heated chest.
The rooftop had decent rest facilities and a smoking room. Sitting on a bench with a cup of coffee always felt healing for body and soul, so I dropped by occasionally.
The sunlight wasn't too harsh, and the breeze was refreshingly cool—perfect weather for it today.
Or so I'd thought...
"Haa..."
A sigh escaped me before I knew it.
As soon as I stepped onto the rooftop, there was a guy smoking right in front of me.
Shin Jae-hyun, the one with our awkward relationship.
I'd figured since we were the same age, we could get along pretty well, but for some reason, that prick always acted thuggish and curt around me.
So, he was someone I preferred to avoid bumping into.
Though lately, things had changed. I'd caught him screwing Harang in the basement, confirmed he had a micropenis, and she'd even spread her legs for me as a sexual favor.
Putting it all together, Shin Jae-hyun was a micropenis guy whose girlfriend had serviced me.
Oh, and he'd been filming it with a hidden camera too, huh...
A smirk tugged at my lips for a moment, but our uncomfortable dynamic hadn't changed.
Turning around and leaving now would look bad, so I grabbed a coffee from the vending machine and headed to the bench.
And that's when our eyes met.
"Hey, Jae-hyun. How's it going? I listened to your new song—it's great."
Shin Jae-hyun was still a top-tier male idol singer, popularity-wise.
From the station director's perspective, his fans helped us out in so many ways—ad revenue from broadcasts, subscription fees, viewership ratings, you name it.
With his fanbase mostly made up of female fans, his influence on online communities was huge too.
Losing him would be a massive hit; we were way past that point.
So, I couldn't show outright dislike toward someone like him who drew in viewers.
Blocking his airtime would hurt us too, so better to keep things amicable.
But as always, contrary to my wishes, Shin Jae-hyun shot back.
"Oh, yeah, whatever. I didn't release it for the likes of you."
He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, gave me a sidelong glare, and puffed on his cigarette intently.
As if I wasn't even worth a single drag.
There were so many idiots in the world; dealing with them all would just make me one too.
Just go.
"...Haha, yeah, I get it. See you around."
(Ignored)
If I had to sum up Shin Jae-hyun in text, that's what it would say.
What a dick.
I ignored the asshole and sat on the bench, sipping my coffee.
The cheap vending machine sweetness coated my tongue. People called this the charm of office life, but after tasting Secretary's hazelnut latte, I couldn't relate.
I missed Secretary.
"Hey, you."
"?"
As I thought of her, the asshole appeared in front of me again.
He'd finished his smoke—why come over here again?
What did this prick want?
"Yeah, Jae-hyun? What's up?"
"You're the same age as me, Director, but you're up so high already. Impressive."
?
What wind blew this way?
He was swaggering over, clearly picking a fight with sarcasm.
Better to humor him lightly and send him off.
"Thanks. But you're impressive too, Jae-hyun. Top singer now, top idol back then—we're always grateful you come on our shows."
"Must be pitiful, though."
"What?"
"I heard you're so damn capable. Worked your ass off your whole life, made a fortune, built this place up?"
"And?"
I'd rolled around the industry, got lucky, made money off money, and set this up. But why was that pitiful?
"Come on, a guy needs to date women and have some fun. What's the point of all that cash if you're not enjoying life? Pitiful... keh keh. Your face isn't bad, either. Such a waste. Want me to hook you up with some girls?"
This prick had no idea his girlfriend got railed by me.
Then again, Harang probably didn't blab, "Honey, I did sexual favors!"
Normally it'd piss me off, but thinking of her as the girlfriend of the girl writhing under me just made me pity him.
"What, embarrassed? You a total loner with that face?"
My last relationship was about four years ago—no way I was a loner.
Lately, I'd been fucking hot girls with big tits to my heart's content.
Including his girlfriend.
But if I let this go on, he'd yap all day, so I dragged out his real intentions.
"Sigh... Jae-hyun, why are you suddenly picking on me?"
"Picking on you? If I were director, I'd just slack off as a celeb and bang girls left and right. That's why I feel sorry for you~"
"I like it this way."
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Ugh, gotta go eat with Harang now~"
Like a total fag, he threw out that he'd been dating Rize's Harang and took off.
Short, but it hit hard with discomfort.
Even breathing the same air made me nauseous.
Why the sudden antagonism, though? He usually just grumbled; never started shit first.
Something happen?
Did Harang let something slip about me?
Whatever it was, irritation started bubbling up. Steam filled my head.
Forcing a fight, twisting the knife as much as he could, then bailing after saying his piece—that prick.
Couldn't just let him slide. Needed a plan...
As I mulled over a scheme, my phone rang.
"Hm?"
Unknown number. Another agency maybe?
Anger flipped to anticipation as I hit accept.
"Hello?"
"Hyung! It's me."
"? Hyung?"
"Me, duh!"
"Who the hell... oh?"
It clicked as I listened.
This voice was long-lost but familiar.
"Jin-seong?"
"Yeah, I'm back in the country. Treat me to a meal, hyung."
"Whoa, you bastard, it's been forever."
My old little bro, Kim Jin-seong, was back.
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"Fucking prick."
Every time I ran into that guy, rage boiled up.
Here I was, busting my ass doing fan service, ass shows for fans, fanmeets, grinding away—while at my age, he's already station director!
Idols bowing their heads, scrambling to look good for the director!
Sure, top guys like me were exempt, but when juniors asked if I knew Kim Han-seo and begged for intros over me, my blood boiled.
And that wasn't all.
If he was ugly, I could at least mock him, but he was tall, good-looking... damn.
Hated to admit it, but first time I saw him, I thought he was a rookie guy idol.
With that face, why not go into entertainment?
His sharp, slanted eyes were striking, nose perfectly bridged, lips thin like a pretty boy's.
Even his bangs made him look mysteriously alluring.
Worst of all, this shitty guy's name kept popping up from every girl I dated.
Even the cute girl idols I hooked up with would say shit like, "Director Kim Han-seo is so handsome," or "Your girlfriend's lucky."
It grated on me every time. Always.
Exes didn't matter anymore, but lately, even my lovely Harang joined in.
-Ugh... Sihyun unnie, the director.... he's seriously amazing...
-What? What're you mumbling about, Harang?
-Eek! Why'd you sneak up!
-Gotta welcome hubby when he pops up, right?
-Can't you see I'm on the phone?
-But director? Why that prick?
-Huh? Oh, n-nothing! Just chit-chat, guy talk came up, haha...
"Manly my ass!"
I slammed my empty hand like I was hurling something.
That guy couldn't man up to save his life! Girls falling for looks only!
Go rot making money your whole life!
But thinking back, why was Harang calling the director "manly"?
I'm her boyfriend.
Eh, whatever. Girls gossip about guys like we do.
I trash-talk girls with my bros too.
Besides, Harang was head over heels for me right now.
Unlike past girls, I was getting serious with her.
Serious enough that... maybe marriage? Those embarrassing thoughts.
I'd even searched wedding rings.
Whew, face heating up suddenly.
Harang—seeing her soon anyway, but I wanted to now.
Cute, lovable, tits bigger than expected.
Personality matches mine too—maybe soulmates?!
Just dinner today, no sex, which sucked, but I could jerk to the secret vid later.
Wonder if that director prick even knows pussy like this. Kekeke.
I'm the winner, for sure.