Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Yukika Who Looks Delicious
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"Let me give you a ride."
"No need for you to go out of your way, Director. We have staff waiting."
"I was heading to the hospital to visit someone anyway. Might as well drop this kid off on the way."
"Uh... Sure, if it's okay with you, Director..."
"Tell Yukika to come down to the first floor, then."
"Yukika?"
"Yeah, the injured one."
"Ah, you've already memorized her name?"
Ninety trainees.
But the names of the decent ones were already mostly etched in my mind.
"A bit, yeah. Anyway, tell her to come down."
"Got it!"
I relayed the message to PD Kim and headed down to the first floor. I started the car and waited for Yukika.
While waiting, I pulled out a profile photo from my pocket and grinned lewdly.
Yukika. Among the foreign trainees featured on Mafdu, she was the one who hit the spot perfectly for me.
The photo matched the real thing exactly.
Back on the day we filmed the first episode of Mafdu, when we bumped into each other in the broadcasting station hallway, Yukika's face had been refined and pure, with her light green hair blending naturally like it was made for her—perfect harmony.
Just having her around seemed like it would bring good vibes.
That's why I hoped she'd make it all the way to the final debut lineup.
More than that, though...
'I wonder what kind of moans a girl who looks that innocent makes in bed...'
I'm dying to know...
Lost in fantasies of Yukika's cries, imagining stripping her in my head, I suddenly spotted the real her entering my view.
Yukika stood in front of my car door, looking puzzled about what to do.
She hesitated, wondering whether to knock—adorably so.
I pocketed the photo, rolled down the window, and said,
"Yukika? What're you doing? Get in."
"Uh... Y-Yes!"
Knowing I was the Director, Yukika was on her best behavior, stiff as a board.
She cautiously opened the door, bowed her head to me once, and slid into the passenger seat.
She buckled up and sat ramrod straight, fidgeting with her hands like she couldn't relax.
Her discomfort was obvious, so as I hit the gas, I spoke up.
"Relax. Why are you so on edge?"
"Y-Yes! N-No... I mean, yes...!"
Yukika flinched, her shoulders hunching even more awkwardly.
Of course. I was the head honcho of the show she was on.
No way she could chill out alone with me in this tiny space.
Still, to get closer to her, I kept the conversation going.
"I went out of my way, even lied about visiting someone, just to drive you to the hospital myself."
"Ah! Th-Thank you!!"
"We met before, right?"
"Yes! S-Sorry about that time!"
Her Korean wasn't flawless, but it was clear enough.
Her clumsy speech came off as cute, endearing even.
"Why apologize? I should be the one sorry. You bumped into me and fell on your butt. Don't tell me you hurt yourself back then and toughed it out until it blew up today? Haha."
"......"
No response.
Yukika just glanced at me sideways, rolling her eyes.
Like she was holding back so I wouldn't feel bad.
"Why the silence? Wait, seriously?"
"N-No... Not really..."
"Be honest. Did you hurt it bumping into me?"
"...Actually, that time... when I fell on my butt... I caught myself with my hand too... and it twisted a little... my wrist hurt after... and today when I fell during dance practice... it hurt a lot, like a bad sprain..."
Yukika explained the whole story in her halting way.
Long story short: She'd tweaked her wrist slightly when we collided last time but powered through. Today, falling during practice aggravated it badly.
"So it is my fault. Man, I'm really sorry..."
I infused my words with genuine remorse.
"No.. no! That time was really! Just a little... I mean, it was fine! Today was the big fall..."
"Let me see your wrist."
"Eek!!"
I seized the moment at a stoplight to grab her wrist and check.
Her skin was smooth to the touch, milky white—any spot I sucked on would melt right into my mouth, tender and perfect.
Her arms were slender and delicate. I could picture grabbing both wrists in one hand, binding them, watching her blush in shame, then pounding away...
"H-Huh... D-Director...? Light..."
"Huh?"
"The... signal..."
"Oh."
Whoops. Lost in caressing her flawless skin, I'd drifted into dirty thoughts.
I snapped out of it, released her wrist, and focused on driving.
"It's pretty swollen. Looks like it was already puffy before."
"Don't worry too much...! It's my fault for not caring for it..."
Yukika seemed like the honest type, her innocent face matching her straightforward nature.
She tried to soften it so I wouldn't feel guilty, but she wasn't great at hiding the truth.
"Sorry. You should've told me back then."
"It was just a tiny twist! Not worth a hospital trip... So it's not your fault, Director..."
"Still sorry. Must've messed up your practice..."
"Hng..."
"And now it's worse, so it'll be tough going forward..."
"Hiiing..."
Yukika wilted more with each word, like a puppy who'd lost its bowl.
Her instant reactions screamed textbook Japanese girl—perfect for teasing.
This could be fun.
"B-But...! Think positive! If it was my ankle, I couldn't dance at all—that'd be real trouble... Wrist is better, at least...!"
Yukika clenched her fists in determination.
Pumping herself up with a little "fighting!" only to wince from the pain.
She was a one-woman show, cracking herself up and pouting—it was so damn cute, I wanted to drag her to a motel and have my way right then.
Up close like this, her face was mysteriously beautiful.
Clear and sharp eyes with unfathomable depth.
Straight nose, cute chubby cheeks.
Petite, dainty lips.
Like finely crafted luxury porcelain.
Admiring her features, my eyes wandered to her body.
For the record, Yukika was in Mafdu practice gear: dolphin pants and a mesh short-sleeve tee.
Peeking at her curves was effortless.
I subtly scanned downward.
First up: those bold, protruding tits.
Unlike her fresh-faced innocence, her breasts were seductively ripe.
The loose-fitting workout top hugged them tight, like it was yanked in just there.
I wanted to grab and squeeze them—they looked like a struggle to breathe.
Licking my lips at those full mounds, my gaze dropped lower.
Slim waist, then those tantalizing legs.
Hips so wide her thighs didn't quite close.
Plump but not thick—perfect handfuls.
Pale flesh so soft and white, faint veins teasing with erotic allure, dizzying me.
Ha, she got hurt because of me... Guess I have to make it up to her, huh?
I let go of the wheel for a second, reaching for Yukika's thigh...
"Hng..."
Nearly touched it.
If she hadn't noticed my stare and covered it, I really would've.
What the hell? Groping her thigh for sexual harassment right now?
She was visually stunning, sure, but fresh from dance practice, her thick, musky scent was intoxicating too.
Her unique body aroma alone made my head fuzzy.
Any guy alone with that pheromone bomb in a car would've slipped up like me.
I wanted to act on impulse, but that'd be too sloppy. Way too soon.
Like some animal in heat...
I mocked myself inwardly and refocused on the road.
To hide my dark thoughts, I chatted more.
"Not cold? It's almost winter—you're showing too much skin."
"Ah! A little... but it's fine."
"I'll take my jacket off for you."
"...?"
"You're cold. Here, my jacket."
"Then you'll be cold, Director...! I'm really fine..."
"Keep saying that and I'll get mad."
"...Thank you..."
Yukika shyly smiled and ducked her head.
The hospital wasn't far.
Treatment didn't take long either.
The doctor confirmed a bad sprain—keep the wrist from bending upward for a bit.
Not too serious, though. Got meds for three days, some patches, a simple splint, and we were out.
On the way back, after spending some time together, Yukika started opening up more.
"Director! Among the Mafdu trainees... do you have any favorites?!"
Yukika stuffed her face with the coffee and waffle I'd bought, then hit me with that.
A personal question like this was tricky, but I'd play along.
"Hmm... I'm human too, so yeah..."
Her eyes sparkled brighter. She leaned toward me, prying relentlessly.
"Wh-Who?!"
"Kinda hard to say. You're a contestant—wouldn't want favoritism rumors."
"S-Secret! I'll keep it secret!!"
"Hmm..."
"Just! Just one!"
"One...?"
"Yes!"
Sharing secrets builds bonds.
Great for getting into her... emotional space. Or between her legs.
I pretended to think, then spoke.
"Someone like you, maybe."
"...!! M-Me?!"
Yukika pointed at herself, face flushing crimson as she cupped her cheeks.
Her legs kicked excitedly, pure joy in her shy delight.
After that killer reaction, she slyly asked,
"H-Huh... Heehee... Why... me...?"
"Well~ Because..."
"Because...?"
"You look delicious."
"...?"
Whoops. Got too focused on driving and let my inner thoughts slip.