Chapter 117
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 117
Chapter Title: Christmas Gift
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Christmas.
Christmas.
A globally celebrated holiday and a day of grand festivities.
Children wake up early with anticipation of unwrapping their presents, while young couples compete fiercely to secure the best spot for intimacy.
Son Sia, who had spent Christmas Eve in Korea and arrived in the U.S. on Christmas Day, glanced around the airport and remarked,
"No White Christmas this year. What a shame."
Korea hadn't seen any snow either, and California was no different.
"Why is it taking so damn long...!"
Feeling irritated, Son Sia grumbled and kicked at a pillar with the heel of her shoe for no good reason.
"That rude bitch..."
She was talking about Han Woo-hee.
They had never even exchanged contact info before, but ever since Han Woo-hee transferred to Stone Actors, they occasionally messaged each other.
The only reason Son Sia ever bothered talking to her was because of Jung Woo-jin in the middle.
That clueless idiot kept messaging her privately, oblivious to the hints.
"Fucking bitch, if it weren't for my senior..."
And the messages from Han Woo-hee always grated on her nerves.
- Heading to the U.S. for an audition. Landed at the airport, and Jung Woo-jin came to pick me up himself. Spent three fantastic days there. California is amazing.
That's why Son Sia had rushed to pack her bags and board a flight to the U.S. for some "rest" before her own filming schedule got hectic. To California, where Jung Woo-jin was.
But when she actually arrived, instead of the contact she'd hoped for from Jung Woo-jin, she got a message from agency president Baek Hee-jin.
She knew long-distance relationships and clashing schedules made it unavoidable, but that didn't stop the pang of disappointment from bubbling up.
"Ow...!"
Son Sia, who had kicked the pillar harder than intended, lifted her throbbing foot and groaned.
And right then.
A car pulled up beside her.
The window rolled down, revealing Baek Hee-jin wearing sunglasses.
"Oh my. Why are you throwing a tantrum even here in America? It's embarrassing—get in quick."
Her faint hope that Jung Woo-jin might show up crumbled, and Son Sia climbed into the car with a dissatisfied scowl.
"Tch...!"
The car, which had paused briefly, revved its engine and pulled away again.
Baek Hee-jin asked her,
"So, how's the prep for filming going? You're joining that writer's project again, right? Who was it?"
"Hong Ye-won."
"Ah, right, Hong Ye-won. Her last one was a huge hit, so this one's got potential too. But Sia."
"Yes?"
Baek Hee-jin's sharp gaze flicked over Son Sia from behind her sunglasses.
Still, her voice remained languid as ever.
"Hmm... Did you really have to come here? Why not go to Southeast Asia for a proper vacation?"
"Why do you think? It's more comfortable where I know people. Plus, there's plenty to see here as an actress. And—"
Baek Hee-jin cut in, interrupting Son Sia's muttering complaint.
"Not because of Jung Woo-jin?"
"......"
A brief silence fell, filled only by the roar of the engine pounding in their ears.
Then Baek Hee-jin took off her sunglasses, set them down, and smiled.
"No need to get all serious. You think I don't know you're sleeping with Woo-jin?"
"W-What...?"
"Don't worry, I'm not judging. Just so you know upfront, I'm sleeping with him too."
"What did you say?!"
Son Sia stared at her in stunned disbelief at the agency president's bombshell confession.
"So..."
Jung Woo-jin hadn't stopped at her, Hong Ye-won, and Han Woo-hee—he'd even gotten to the agency president Baek Hee-jin...
"That crazy bastard, what the hell is he thinking..."
Son Sia spat out a curse in her shock, then snapped back to attention at Baek Hee-jin's sharp click of the tongue and fell silent again.
"Tsk! You come all the way to America, call my man a crazy bastard, and keep going. How many times have I told you to watch your mouth? Which team manages you—Team 2? They need a talking-to."
"......"
Son Sia clenched her teeth quietly before speaking up again.
"So why are you telling me this?"
Unlike Son Sia, whose words sped up with frustration, Baek Hee-jin's remained slow and leisurely.
"Use your head a bit. Do I have to spell it out? Let's take turns at night without overlapping. Whoever's not up stays out of the way—don't hang around the house, go crash at a hotel."
"......"
It was the kind of conversation that made her question if this was really the 21st century.
And from Koreans, no less—not even from some backwater country.
Son Sia swallowed hard and stayed quiet for a moment, then realized something.
She'd been letting Baek Hee-jin lead her around by the nose too much. And she figured out why Baek Hee-jin had brought it up first.
"Hold on, President. Isn't this going too far?"
"Hm...?"
"You haven't been back in Korea for ages. You've been rolling around with Jung Woo-jin the whole time, right? I've only just arrived in the U.S."
"......"
"I'm not even staying a full week. If you have any conscience at all, instead of pulling some shady deal, just yield properly."
"......"
As silence hung between them, they arrived at their destination, and Baek Hee-jin parked the car.
That's when the real staring contest began.
Sparks seemed to fly from their locked gazes. Son Sia had known Baek Hee-jin since she was a kid, so she always felt intimidated around her.
But this time, she couldn't back down. She gritted her teeth and stared back with all her might.
"......"
"......"
She felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down her back.
Surprisingly, Baek Hee-jin raised her hands first.
"Must be the Christmas spirit? Or maybe 'cause you're young—it's cute how you make a big deal out of nothing. Sigh. I haven't even gotten to sleep with our Woo-jin lately 'cause he's been so busy. Guess I'm off to the hotel again..."
"...Don't play the pity card—it doesn't suit you."
"No affection at all. Here, take this. House key. Get the event ready, and don't come looking for me unless it's urgent—scratch that, even if it is, try not to. What are you waiting for? Get out. I'm going."
With that, Baek Hee-jin spun the car around the moment Son Sia stepped out and vanished from sight.
Son Sia stood in the driveway for a moment, gripping her suitcase, then used the key Baek Hee-jin had given her to unlock the door and step inside.
The spacious interior was neat and mostly empty of luggage.
Jung Woo-jin had messaged that he'd be done with morning filming today, so she had plenty of time.
Humming to herself, Son Sia took a quick shower first, then meticulously dried her body with a towel before sitting at the vanity to blow-dry her hair.
Once her hair had the right amount of moisture left, she warmed some hair oil in her palms and applied it.
She ran her fingers through it a few times, checking the silky strands, then moved on to the next step.
She applied her makeup with utmost care, as if it were the most crucial task.
No-makeup makeup. Effortlessly natural, like she hadn't tried at all.
Her bare face was already renowned for its beauty, but makeup was a woman's battle armor, after all.
She put her full focus into even the simplest line.
Today, she added a touch more blush for that shy flush.
"Perfect! Step one complete."
Of course, it wasn't over. She'd just finished the base and planned to touch up right before the main event.
Son Sia rummaged through her suitcase again.
A red Santa hat with a fluffy pom-pom at the end.
She tried it on at different angles until she found the one that looked best, then secured it in place.
And next, what she pulled out was...
Coffee-colored sheer pantyhose.
She'd tested it thoroughly before coming.
Of course, Jung Woo-jin could rip even thick stockings with ease, but that always pinched her skin painfully in the process.
So this time, she'd brought ultra-thin ones he could tear effortlessly.
Son Sia sat on the edge of the bed without panties and slipped on the pantyhose.
Feeling the slightly rough texture against her bare skin, she reached into the deepest part of her suitcase for the last item: a plastic kit.
Christmas tree and decorations set.
It was tiny, barely reaching her shin.
But it was enough to set the Christmas mood.
Son Sia crouched down, assembled the little tree, wrapped it in lights, turned them on, and switched off the room lights.
The twinkling glow in the dark room created exactly the romantic vibe she'd envisioned.
Checking the time, Son Sia murmured,
"He should be here any minute now...?"
With excitement making her ache down there, she gripped the center of the pantyhose with both hands and...
Riiiip—!
Tore it right open in one go.
"Haa..."
Tearing the stockings herself actually felt surprisingly good—a thrilling pleasure.
She could understand now why Jung Woo-jin always ripped hers.
It heightened the arousal even more.
"Hng, hnn..."
Son Sia lay back on the bed and began slowly caressing herself.
So that when Jung Woo-jin opened the door,
he'd find the perfect present all ready for him.