Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Acting Practice (2)
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"......"
"......"
Silence hung over the restaurant.
Well, more precisely, it filled only the space between Han Chae-ah and me.
The place was buzzing everywhere else with groups chatting among themselves.
But we were conversing through silence.
The heat from earlier hadn't fully dissipated yet.
What happened in the karaoke room.
Pouring out all our desires to each other.
That lingered thickly in our minds, saturating the air.
Neither of us could easily break the quiet.
"Um, Sunbae..."
Han Chae-ah finally opened her mouth with difficulty.
"Yeah?"
I looked at her and replied.
She'd been peering at me cautiously but quickly lowered her head again.
"Ah, it's nothing..."
Why had she suddenly become so shy?
I chuckled softly at the sight.
Hearing that, Han Chae-ah flinched, her face flushing even deeper.
"This is delicious."
"Huh? W-what do you mean?"
Han Chae-ah reacted with exaggerated intensity, which was oddly extreme.
Her face was beet red as she stared at me.
"The food here at this restaurant is good."
"Oh..."
Only then did she realize how silly her reaction had been, dropping her head again.
She was bright crimson.
"Did you think I meant you tasted good?"
"D-don't say weird things. Y-you pervert..."
Pervert, huh.
Who was the real pervert here? Anyone could see it was her, not me.
You're the only one who'd react like that to someone saying the food is good in a restaurant.
I laughed at her response and picked up my spoon.
"Perverted girl."
My low murmur made the corners of her mouth twitch upward.
You like this stuff, don't you?
You.
The lingering afterglow from the karaoke room carried on until we left the restaurant.
The tips of her bare feet tapped against my thigh now and then.
Every time our eyes met, her gaze curved into a smile.
It was a beautiful smile.
One I didn't want anyone else to see.
The quest completion message popped up.
The one that had appeared before, exclusive to her.
Guiding her upper and lower mouths to say different things.
Those moments when she took her mom's call while I ravaged her pussy.
That had achieved overcompletion.
The rewards quantified her inner desires, letting me see her subjugation and pleasure levels.
What better skill than seeing straight into someone's heart?
I'd scored an incredible reward.
But still.
'Even after all that, I haven't fully broken her "good girl" chains.'
It was only natural.
The good girl gaslighting from her mom matched her age in years.
Chains built over so long were bound to be heavier and tougher.
They couldn't shatter overnight.
But that was fine.
'We've already crossed so many lines.'
She'd seduced my cock herself, even titfucked me.
Blowjobs? Already done several times.
It must feel familiar to her now.
The first time is always the hardest.
Once repetition brings familiarity, crossing the next line gets easy.
No need to rush.
Forcing it would just cause trouble.
"Was what we did in the karaoke room that good?"
"D-don't talk about it. P-people will hear."
"They probably heard everything back there anyway. You grabbing the mic and moaning like that."
"Eek..."
This time, I nudged her thigh with my toe.
"You got really turned on."
"...N-no, I didn't."
"Really?"
"Yes."
I didn't push further.
Right up to this point.
The system was warning me too.
Going further could be dangerous.
And I felt the same.
Her trembling form resembled what I'd seen at the cafe before.
"Shall we head out?"
We'd had a quieter dinner than expected.
A simple time chatting about this and that.
After finishing, we stepped outside and saw the rising moon.
It was darker than I'd thought, so I offered to walk her home again.
The walk back was quiet.
Han Chae-ah couldn't say a word.
Out of shyness.
Not knowing what to say.
I didn't talk much either.
I knew this was her limit.
For different reasons, we stayed on each other's lines until home, subtly blending them.
"Um, Sunbae..."
Arriving at her place, Han Chae-ah looked at me cautiously.
"You know..."
Did she want to cross some hard line?
She fidgeted with her hands and spoke.
"Um..."
I waited patiently.
No rush.
If not today, tomorrow.
If not tomorrow, the next day.
"Th-thank you."
I didn't ask what for.
Just met her gaze silently.
"Get home safe."
"Y-you too, Sunbae."
"I'll DM you later."
"D-DM?"
"Gotta show you yourself singing alone and cumming."
"Y-you recorded that?"
"Yeah. Watch it alone and enjoy. Jerk off if you want."
"Eek! S-stop talking."
"Got it."
I stroked her embarrassed head and stepped back.
"See you Monday."
"...Yeah."
I watched her back until she entered her place.
Afternoon weekends at the cafe were always packed.
"Two iced Americanos ready."
I flashed a dry smile at the customers taking their vibrating pager.
Mechanical repetition: pulling espresso shots, steaming milk.
Body busy, but mind full of yesterday.
'Chae-ah's probably kicking her blankets right now.'
I chuckled.
Han Chae-ah in the karaoke room.
Singing pure ballads while beast-like wails escaped under my touch.
She even tried paizuri to beat me, but ended up slurping my cock and panting.
So we ate dinner together after.
Unplanned.
Couldn't ignore a junior asking to eat together.
Treated her to a good meal.
Nothing much happened after, disappointingly.
Her shy glances, my usual demeanor.
She avoided my eyes the whole meal, embarrassed about the karaoke.
Hardly talked.
Just being together satisfied her?
But the air between us burned as hot as in the room.
Just basking in the afterpleasure.
We parted after dinner, little conversation.
Unexpected.
Never thought she'd suggest dinner first.
No afters was a shame.
'Can't be helped.'
Everything has stages.
This far for now.
Wait for her to ripen, fall on her own.
I didn't press for more.
Wanted to drag her to a motel and pound her.
Next chance soon.
Maybe that's why.
After getting home, her messages stopped.
Thought she'd DM like last time, but nothing by morning shift end.
Usually "Oppa, whatcha doing?" nagging, but quiet today.
Probably embarrassed, or reeling from the intensity, suffering alone.
Or ashamed after watching my video and masturbating.
'Cute girl.'
Good girl complex, yet she enjoyed the depravity most.
Her eyes rolling back mid-orgasm on mom's call—iconic scene.
She'll ripen on her own for a while.
Keep distance, let her heat up and come to me.
[Subjugation to Kim Jinwoo: 95(+30)]
[Subjugation to Mom: 250(-50)]
When those numbers flip, she'll spew her desires freely.
"Jinwoo, four Americanos!"
"Coming up."
I fired up the espresso machine.
Glanced out the window at emptying seats.
Sun dipping low.
Looks like Han Chae-ah won't show today.
Boss smacked his lips regretfully.
Business booms with her around.
Should be here soon.
Another customer.
No, another 'prey'.
Jeong So-yul.
Top star actress coming to this hole-in-the-wall cafe for a lowly part-timer.
Alone, no manager.
Her pride bending first meant desperation.
'How thirsty is she.'
That brief rooftop pinning must've hit hard.
'Of course.'
Queen raised on a pedestal, first time crushed by a male's strength.
Bound to stick in her brain.
Never even had cup ramen properly.
Such stimulus would hit huge.
How to cook her today.
Said acting practice help.
'But she doesn't just want lame acting drills.'
Needs stronger thrill, firmer 'domination'.
Obvious.
Ding-a-ling.
Door opened with cheerful bell.
I turned to the entrance.
"Welcome."
Customer in deep hat, big sunglasses, mask covering face.
Screaming "suspicious person."
But sleek leggings peeking under baggy hoodie, unmistakable celeb aura.
Jeong So-yul.
She scanned around, spotted me at counter, froze.
Felt her eyes glaring through shades.
I deliberately avoided her gaze.
She strode over boldly, past counter to me at the machine.
"Orders at the counter, please."
Playing dumb, she bit her lip.
"Why ignore my calls?"
"No idea what you mean. Who are you?"
"You know me."
"Face too covered."
She lowered mask slightly, whispered.
"...Joking?"
Haughty voice, but subtly trembling.
Planned this since her call yesterday.
Total ignore.
Until she begs desperately.
That's when tormenting's fun.
Our relation: strict contract.
I'm her acting aid.
She's the desperate actress.
Clear superior-inferior.
"Ah, customer. Sorry, didn't recognize."
I bowed extra politely.
"Not here. Quiet spot, talk. Crowded."
She said irritably, shoulders hunched, minding surroundings.
Top star here? Scandal city.
But no instant compliance.
"Sorry, not closing yet."
"What?"
"You know I'm part-time. Boss watching, can't slack."
Pointed at shocked boss; she remasked.
Boss clueless it was her.
I tapped watch.
"30 minutes left. Corner seat, wait."
"You..."
Her brow furrowed.
Daring make her wait 30 minutes?
Angry tone in "you."
Really okay?
Looked ready to bolt, but stayed.
She needed me.
Weak one endures.
"...Iced Americano. Extra shot."
She caved.
"Yes, 4500 won."
Paid glaring murderously.
Not scary.
Like a bratty cat meowing for food from owner. Cute.
"Pager buzzes, pick up."
She snatched it snappishly, sat in darkest corner.
"Jinwoo, got skills? That last customer, this one... Casanova?"
"Surprising?"
"Duh. Your look ain't typically hot. Body guys like. Girls prefer slimmer?"
Boss whispered after watching.
"This build works too. Boss, gym? Lose weight, you'll get popular."
"Nah. Can't like you. Live as is. Wife'd say no gym."
Back to work.
Jeong So-yul crossed legs, foot twitching anxiously.
Fussing stray hairs under hat.
Wait.
The more it ripens, the tastier.
Whistled making coffee.
Roast smelled extra nutty today.
"Ugh, annoying."
Jeong So-yul cleared her schedule today.
Canceled afternoon meeting for acting practice with Kim Jinwoo.
But no contact on the day.
-See you evening.
Yesterday's lone text.
To some small cafe.
Ignored her pleas to prep earlier.
Why no reply?
At least answer!
I shifted everything for this.
You okay with this?
Can you handle?
Anger surged.
Ignored even "meet now."
Hour later:
-Working part-time. Can't wait? Come wait.
All.
Furious.
No one treated her like this.
Debut days, sure—no clout.
Now? Movie world royalty.
"I'll tolerate once."
Agreed evening anyway.
Gritted teeth, went to address.
Bustling small cafe.
Masked, sunglassed, entered.
Kim Jinwoo in uniform, busy.
Playing stranger coolly.
Only acknowledged after she lowered mask.
'After practice ends today...'
Then real anger.
At least reschedule.
I'll rage.
I'm not for this treatment.
How much care I took.
"Haa."
Pager buzzed.
To counter: him handing iced Americano.
"Here. Little longer."
Diligent worker mode.
Watched silently.
Unlike school image.
Felt alien.
'What?'
Odd feeling.
She fled to seat.
Calmed shock at his difference, waited for shift end.
Boring.
30 minutes never dragged so.
Aah.
When ends?
Sighed heavily.
"Shall we go?"
Kim Jinwoo approached.
Changed clothes somehow: tight black shirt showing muscles, black jeans.
Thug fashion; stared shocked.
"W-what's this?"
"Gotta match TPO. Dressed for role. How's it?"
"......"
How?
Speechless.
Because.
It suited perfectly, like from script.
'W-what?'
Why so perfect?