Chapter 38
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Ah, Fuck, It's a Dream (♡)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Im Eun-ha could truly be said to have carved out a successful path as an idol.
Her group had debuted with overseas expansion in mind from the start, quickly building recognition both domestically and internationally, even claiming the top spot on the idol brand reputation rankings at home.
And now, as a solo artist, she was branching out into multiple fields.
Her talents in music, fashion, and acting—none of them lacking—made it all possible.
Among them, the one Im Eun-ha poured her heart into was undoubtedly acting. She'd aspired to be an actress even before debuting.
Im Eun-ha, who possessed considerable acting talent, had made her debut in a youth drama as the supporting role of a star idol, gradually expanding her range until finally landing the lead in the film Male-Female Best Friends.
Male-Female Best Friends.
It wasn't a project anyone was particularly hyped about, but Im Eun-ha had confidence in it.
She believed that if she could showcase her charms here, even better roles would follow.
So she'd prepared with everything she had, diving into filming with a serious attitude once it began.
Then came the bolt-from-the-blue news amid all that. Rumors that her male co-star, the one she'd been rehearsing chemistry with, had been caught drunk driving.
Im Eun-ha immediately contacted the production company and ended up attending a meeting to vet his replacement, even if it was just a stopgap.
"Wow..."
Im Eun-ha let out a small gasp, head bowed. Her mind felt hazy.
She'd never imagined she'd be floored by someone's face.
She'd seen plenty of handsome male idols and actors. Even foreign model-like hunks. Im Eun-ha thought she'd built up immunity to it all...
That was just her own arrogance, a delusion.
She could barely follow how the meeting was going or what Director Min Woo-jeong was saying.
Im Eun-ha desperately pretended to focus on the discussion while stealing glances at Jung Woo-jin's face.
Suddenly, English from somewhere.
"Mr. Hans, I would appreciate your comments on the designs. I look forward to hearing from you."
Im Eun-ha, who hadn't been paying proper attention, couldn't even tell whose voice it was.
What? Who's that all of a sudden?
It felt like a foreigner had suddenly entered the meeting room.
But looking around, there were no new faces. And soon she noticed everyone's eyes locked on one spot.
Im Eun-ha followed Director Min Woo-jeong's slack-jawed stare.
At the end of that gaze...
Jung Woo-jin, wearing a light smile...
Whoosh—.
Heat rushed to her face, and Im Eun-ha dropped her eyes back to the table.
"Wow..."
Im Eun-ha, fluent in English herself, could tell. That wasn't a level you reached just by studying.
Actor Woo-jin, did you study abroad...?
Lost in those new thoughts, the meeting wrapped up before she knew it.
"Thank you. Looking forward to working with you."
"Oh, no, we're the grateful ones! Thank you so much!"
They seemed to seal it verbally here; everyone was standing, shaking hands.
Im Eun-ha hurried to her feet. Jung Woo-jin approached her, extending his hand.
"Eun-ha, looking forward to it."
"......"
Im Eun-ha stared blankly at Jung Woo-jin's face.
Wow... the statue's talking...?
She hadn't noticed while he was sitting, but up close, his build was impressive. Tall, maybe late 180s in height, with clear signs of a worked-out physique.
A perfect face atop that killer frame.
It was soul-stealing.
"......"
Then a small laugh from beside her. Director Min Woo-jeong's.
"Seeing Eun-ha's reaction, the chemistry's gonna look great. React like that on set too."
Only then did Im Eun-ha snap back to reality.
"Ah, ah! S-sorry!"
Im Eun-ha discreetly wiped the sweat from her palm before grasping his hand.
The grip was warm... and remarkably thick and long.
Wow... his hand's almost twice the size of mine...?
Feeling the heat creep to her earlobes, Im Eun-ha awkwardly brushed back her hair.
After the meeting at Spring Breeze Pictures...
In the van heading to her next schedule, Im Eun-ha blankly stared at her smartphone.
[Jung Woo-jin]
The newly added contact.
"Insane..."
Her murmured words made the driving manager glance back.
"Huh? Oh, Eun-ha. The co-star seem okay? Heard he's basically a rookie."
"Oppa, you don't watch TV?"
"Huh?"
"If you'd seen the trending Fixer from Hell, you wouldn't say that. He's really good at acting."
"Oh... r-really?"
"Yeah. Can't wait."
They'd have to reshoot the botched scenes, rushing around locations nonstop, but Im Eun-ha was still thrilled for the upcoming shoot.
Thump-thump—.
Blood coursing through her heart felt scorching hot. The hand that shook his burned like it'd been scalded.
Im Eun-ha placed a light hand on her still-racing chest and leaned back.
Son Sia, fresh off shooting Fixer from Hell, was heading back to the dorm.
"Whew..."
The exhaustion from the long shoot drew out a deep sigh.
Son Sia leaned against the car seat, grumbling irritably.
"Oppa, no coffee?"
"Ah, uh...! S-sorry..."
"Ugh..."
Son Sia grimaced, about to snap, but stopped short.
"Unnie, have this at least. It's not coffee, but tea with some caffeine. Should be fine."
The stylist offered a pet bottle, gauging her mood.
"......"
Ever since Jung Woo-jin debuted as an actor, her new manager was a total klutz. He couldn't even handle simple tasks, constantly testing her patience.
But Son Sia hesitated to act like she used to.
"Sigh... Fine. I'll take it."
A sudden chill ran down her spine, a sense of déjà vu. Something like this had happened before.
And the outcome had been horrific. So today, Son Sia swallowed her temper and closed her eyes quietly.
Jung Woo-jin approached quietly.
"......"
That goddamn handsome face.
Son Sia averted her eyes, trying not to focus on it, cursing inwardly.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
She couldn't fall for that pretty face.
Thump-thump—.
Son Sia ignored her madly pounding heart.
Hold it together. Hold it. I have to hold it.
If she endured, this awkward moment would pass. Son Sia gritted her teeth, steadying herself.
Then Jung Woo-jin's massive shadow engulfed her.
Tap—.
"......??"
Unlike what she'd expected—him pouncing wildly, slamming those thick fingers into her pussy—
Jung Woo-jin simply placed his pot-lid hand on her head.
Stroke, stroke—.
He gently petted her hair.
Stunned, Son Sia looked up to find Jung Woo-jin smiling softly. An affectionate smile, gentle with a hint of playfulness.
"Wh...??"
Jung Woo-jin wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her into a hug.
Squish—.
His embrace was incredibly warm. With her face buried in his chest, Son Sia blushed at the defined muscle texture against her cheek.
That solid, masculine feel melted her heart away. She wanted to nuzzle and act spoiled.
Stroke—.
His hand slid down into view.
Her lower belly burned like a burn under his hot palm, then his fingers slipped under her bottoms, probing between her thighs.
Her already sopping pussy welcomed them without resistance.
"Ha-ah...!"
For some reason, his fingers moved quite tenderly.
Squelch, squelch, squiiiish, squish—.
"Ah, ahn, hng...!"
His thick, knobby fingers relentlessly targeted her sensitive spots, rubbing them. Tingling, electric pleasure surged from between her legs to the tips of her hair.
Under that bliss, her reason melted like ice cream in the sun.
Then a soft voice.
"Feels good?"
What the hell had this guy eaten to act so out of character? His movements were gentle too.
Jung Woo-jin smiled brightly with that handsome face.
"So cute."
"......!?"
The last shred of reason crumbled at those words.
"Haaht... Y-you, it feels too gooood..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squiiiish—!
His fingers pistoned rhythmically into her pussy, grinding her G-spot, and Son Sia gazed at him with a melted expression, pleading.
"P-please..."
"Want it?"
"Y-yeah... My pussy's melting... Hurry and stuff me with your cock..."
Jung Woo-jin chuckled, undoing his pants, his dick springing out like a coiled spring.
"Haa..."
Throbbing skyward, veins bulging dark and thick on that monstrously huge cock.
Son Sia, who'd been impaled by it countless times, swallowed hard at the sight.
The overwhelming fullness as it brutally split her tight pussy and filled her, the nonstop thrusting stirring her depths...
Anyone would devolve into a mere bitch before that dick.
Jung Woo-jin gripped his shaft, aiming the head at her entrance.
"Haa... haa..."
Anticipation leaked excited breaths.
"Here it comes?"
As she nodded to his gentle words—
"Sia-ya...?"
"Huh...?"
"We're at the parking lot. Go in and rest."
"Wh-what...?"
Feeling drool at her mouth, Son Sia wiped it hastily with her hand. Not just her mouth—between her legs was soaked too.
Amid bewilderment and regret, Son Sia pulled up her mask and murmured.
"F-fuck... dream..."