Chapter 102
Chapter 102
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Try Stealing Me
"I think I could die right now with no regrets..."
It wasn't an exaggeration, considering the sheer magnitude of the emotion I was feeling.
I felt like I could die at any moment and have no regrets.
Of course, if I actually died, I'd be kicking myself.
There's still an infinite amount of sex to be had with Jung Hye-na, Choi Ji-soo, Hwang Ah-young, Im Chae-seul, and Han Ji-hyo.
Oh, and Kim Ju-ri and Seo Yu-min too.
"But this wasn't really a proper hug. Let's do it again. Stand up."
"Huh? Ah, yes."
As I got up, Han Ji-hyo looked me over from head to toe—my face, my shoulders, my body—as if seeing me for the first time.
"How tall are you?"
"I'm 185 cm."
"Hmm, that's perfect. I'm 173."
"What's perfect about it?"
"It's the perfect height difference for a hug."
Without warning, Han Ji-hyo wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me into an embrace.
Her chin rested gently on my shoulder.
I could feel the soft, firm pressure of her breasts against my chest, her body heat, and the faint scent of shampoo wafting from the crown of her head.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms tightly around her back.
We stood there for several minutes, holding each other without a word.
Damn it...
I'm hard as a rock.
It can't be helped.
She was my ultimate goddess, the one I'd only ever had sex with in my imagination, relieving my desires through masturbation.
And here I am, drinking with her alone in her house, holding her like this.
If I didn't get hard, I wouldn't be a man.
Embarrassed, I tried to pull my hips back slightly.
But Han Ji-hyo only pressed herself closer, hugging me even tighter.
Hey...
If you do this, my dick is going to be poking your lower stomach.
There's no way she doesn't feel it.
I don't know anymore.
If I can just get swept up in the alcohol and the mood and have sex, that would be great.
Trusting the green light Han Ji-hyo was giving me, I ignored the fact that my hardened dick was pressing into her stomach.
I pulled her soft body even closer.
Han Ji-hyo gently stroked my back.
I matched her rhythm, slowly stroking her back in return.
This was no longer a hug between a star and a fan.
This was an embrace between a man and a woman.
With our faces resting on each other's shoulders,
we held each other silently, caressing each other's backs.
My fingertips brushed against her bra strap, but Han Ji-hyo didn't react at all.
Even with my fully erect dick pressing against her lower abdomen, she didn't pull away in the slightest.
What could she be thinking right now?
She must know that I'm Im Chae-seul's man.
Does this face mean she doesn't care if I belong to someone else?
Or has she temporarily lowered her guard because I'm a long-time fan?
"...Have you fulfilled your wish?"
"...Yes. Thanks to you."
Han Ji-hyo slowly pulled away.
Suppressing my disappointment, I let her go from my embrace.
Her eyes, shining under the lights, revealed a deeper blush than before.
"What else is there? Things you wanted to do with your star."
"As a fan?"
"Yes, as a fan."
"A kiss."
"..."
I just went for it.
Han Ji-hyo looked at me with an unreadable expression.
Did she think it was rude, or was she expecting it?
We had just shared a long, intimate hug that lovers would share.
Considering that, a kiss didn't seem like too steep of a step.
Han Ji-hyo's face drew closer.
I could tell it was a silent consent.
Her hand gently traced my cheek, then softly brushed down over my eyelids.
I closed my eyes as she guided me.
The heat from her cheek.
The breath from her lips.
I could feel her face was right in front of mine.
With a soft sound, her gentle lips touched mine.
A thrilling jolt of electricity started from my mouth and coursed through my entire body.
Han Ji-hyo's lips remained pressed against mine, perfectly still.
All sorts of impulses and conflicts swirled in my mind.
Should I open my eyes?
Should I open my mouth and stick out my tongue?
Can I just pull her in for a tight hug?
While I was agonizing over it, Han Ji-hyo's lips parted from mine.
Suppressing my disappointment, I slowly opened my eyes.
Her face was closer than I expected.
"Did you get your wish?"
"...Yes."
I hoped she would ask about my wish list one more time.
But she returned to her seat.
As if to say the fan service time was over.
When I sat down, she gestured for a toast.
Silently.
Without a word, I quietly clinked my glass against hers.
We continued in silence—pouring drinks for each other, toasting, emptying our glasses, and eating.
We repeated this over and over.
Neither of us spoke,
but our eyes were constantly meeting.
We saw our own eyes reflected in each other's pupils.
I realized that a silent conversation can sometimes be more wonderful than one spoken aloud.
Just like right now.
I hope my gaze is enough to convey the immense desire I feel for Han Ji-hyo.
Just like the thirst I read in her eyes.
"How old are you?"
For a moment, I wanted to tell her my age from my past life.
Not that I almost did, but that I wanted to.
"I'm twenty-two."
"...You're young."
"I still have a long way to go before I'm an adult."
"Even younger than Im Chae-seul."
After taking a sip of wine, Han Ji-hyo propped her chin on her hand and leaned forward.
"Are you sure you're not lying about being my fan? No matter how I think about it, the age doesn't add up."
"I was precocious, so I've liked you since elementary school. I was a bit of a handful."
"But you like Im Chae-seul more now, right? She's pretty and younger."
"To me, the greatest actress is you, Han Ji-hyo."
"I'm a has-been now. I'll be thirty soon."
"How is twenty-eight a has-been? You're still beautiful, Han Ji-hyo."
"The fact that it doesn't sound like an empty compliment somehow doesn't make me feel great."
"Isn't it usually the other way around? Feeling bad because it sounds like an empty compliment..."
"Because it feels like I'm being forced to face reality. You probably won't get what I mean. You're still at that age."
No, I understood it instantly.
Han Ji-hyo, my soul is five years older than you.
"How long have you been with Im Chae-seul?"
"It hasn't been that long."
"A month? Two months?"
Im Chae-seul said it's been less than a month since Han Ji-hyo found out.
That seemingly innocent question might be a trap.
"A little longer than that. I don't really remember either. I just snapped out of it and we were dating."
"At first, I thought Im Chae-seul was faking it to cover up getting caught by me."
"I heard."
"But after hearing that you were my fan, everything suddenly clicked into place. I felt so foolish for getting stressed out over Im Chae-seul."
"What's so special about me being a long-time fan?"
"You don't really believe that when you say it, do you?"
"..."
"You're subtly annoying."
Han Ji-hyo chuckled, removing the hand that propped up her chin and crossing her arms.
Her languid tone of voice rose slightly.
"Why don't you ask me?"
"Ask you what?"
"I might have things I want to do with a fan, too."
"Ah, right. I'm sorry. Do you have a wish list of things you'd like to do with a fan?"
"Hmm, how about wishing my fan wasn't dating the annoying junior who drove me into financial hardship?"
I couldn't help but glance around at the palace-like interior of her home.
"It's a joke. Why so surprised?"
"I'm not surprised, I just can't get used to you talking about financial hardship while living in such a nice place."
"Wealth and poverty are relative. You're too young to understand."
"Why do you keep calling me young?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend you?"
"I don't particularly like being seen as just a kid."
Han Ji-hyo stifled a laugh.
I know now that her laughter wasn't born from genuine amusement.
"You've finished eating. Shall we get up now?"
"Get up?"
"It's late. You should be going."
It was already past 1 a.m.
But both Han Ji-hyo and I knew this wasn't the time to go home.
I remembered how Han Ji-hyo had stopped at just a kiss.
We could have definitely taken it a step further.
We could have opened our lips, mixed our tongues, and exchanged saliva wetly.
From there, it would have naturally led to sex, and we could have joined our bodies.
But Han Ji-hyo had suddenly stopped.
What was the reason?
Perhaps, the age difference?
This body is 22, six years younger than Han Ji-hyo.
On top of that, I'm Im Chae-seul's man.
Could it be that Han Ji-hyo felt the pressure of crossing a taboo?
Not a moral taboo demanded by society,
but a taboo that could damage her own pride.
If her pride prevents her from picking up the hammer herself,
then I have to be the one to smash it for her.
"Wishing a true fan wasn't dating the annoying junior who drove you into hardship isn't really something you want to *do* with a fan, is it?"
"Is that so? Well, whatever. It was just something I said while drinking."
"Are you just going to keep letting that annoying junior take everything from you? Don't you ever feel like taking something back?"
"What could I possibly take? Acting roles? Commercials? Ambassadorships? Agency marketing support? National popularity? Compared to Im Chae-seul, I'm a setting sun. All that's left is to have all my light stolen."
"How about you try stealing me?"
Han Ji-hyo wasn't surprised at all.
Whether she had anticipated it or her threshold for surprise was just too high,
she just looked at me with calm, unreadable eyes.
"Weren't you in love with Im Chae-seul?"
"I love her body. My heart... well, I'm not so sure. We haven't been together for that long."
"..."
"But when it comes to my heart, you were there much earlier, Han Ji-hyo. You were my first love. And it was that much deeper."
"You said you liked me as a fan."
"Yes. I liked you as a fan, and it was a long-held dream of mine to date you."
"..."
"It's not strange for a fan to dream of loving a star, is it?"
It must be the alcohol.
Letting me think of words I could never have imagined saying before.
"Try stealing me."
CHARACTER PROFILE Han Ji-hyo
Age: 28
Stats: 173cm, 50kg, 73B
Attributes: Scrapper, Lioness, but perhaps a gentle Ragdoll for her lion...
Peculiarities: Experiencing a vicious cycle in her acting career due to prolonged psychological distress from financial hardship.