Chapter 103
Chapter 103
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: A Game of Fire
An actress once said something like this.
That an actress should make a man fantasize, at least once, about sleeping with her.
Whether that was a misquote or not, I agreed with the sentiment.
Any man should feel, ‘Ah, I’d have no regrets if I could just have sex with her once!’
That’s a fundamental requirement for an actress.
To me, Han Ji-hyo was the very definition of innocent-yet-sexy potential.
The number of times I’d jerked off while imagining sex with Han Ji-hyo was countless.
Needless to say, the thrill I felt when I got to hug and even kiss her was immense.
A goddess who had existed for years as my imaginary girlfriend—that was Han Ji-hyo.
“It’s not so strange for a fan to have such thoughts about a celebrity.”
Han Ji-hyo nodded, her arms crossed.
While I was at it, I asked.
“If I had met you before Chae-seul, would anything have been different?”
“What do you mean by ‘anything’?”
It was obvious she knew exactly what I meant, yet her expression was one of such genuine ignorance.
It was so convincing it went beyond mere pretense, making me wonder if she truly didn’t know.
An actress truly is an actress, I thought.
“Could I have become your boyfriend?”
“Aha, so that’s what you meant?”
Such composure, asking as if she really had no idea.
I remembered my past self, lusting after the Han Ji-hyo on the screen.
She was no longer just a flower in a painting.
It felt as if I could reach out, touch her, even pluck her.
“But isn’t our age gap too big for that?”
“Aha, so age is the problem? Nothing else?”
Han Ji-hyo didn’t answer.
Her reaction was unexpected, but it actually made me feel better.
Because I realized that in a relationship with me, her biggest concern was our age difference.
Not our social standing, nor the fact that I was Im Chae-seul’s man.
The fact that Han Ji-hyo was six years older.
So that’s what’s bothering you the most, is it?
Cute.
“Age is just a number.”
“The world runs on numbers. Money, health, viewership ratings, and box office numbers.”
“In my heart, Han Ji-hyo will always be an eighteen-year-old girl.”
“She grew up and got old a long time ago. I can’t even dream of playing a high school girl anymore. All those roles go to Im Chae-seul.”
“Give me a chance. I’ll prove to you that age is meaningless.”
“I should date Im Chae-seul’s man? Why?”
“You want to take me, don’t you? Something important to Im Chae-seul. Anything at all.”
“...”
“And I’m ready to be taken.”
I didn’t even know what I was saying right now.
I felt drunk on something, whether it was alcohol or something else.
Maybe I was just intoxicated by the role of the bad, handsome man seducing an older actress.
I wanted to have sex with Han Ji-hyo.
Not just a one-time thing, but continuously, consistently. I wanted to monopolize her body.
So this was the kind of courage that being honest with my desires could squeeze out of me.
To think I was spouting such cheesy lines I wouldn’t have even dreamed of saying before.
“Can I really take you?”
Han Ji-hyo asked calmly.
“Take me all you want. You wanted to, didn’t you?”
“But... you don’t seem like the type of man to be taken so easily. I’m afraid I’ll just end up looking like a fool again.”
“I can’t promise to be a man who only has eyes for you, but I can promise I will never make you look like a fool.”
Pfft. Han Ji-hyo burst out laughing.
The small chuckle soon turned into a high-pitched, roaring laughter.
A cool, cheerful melody that I loved.
“Ah, that’s just hilarious. What on earth does that even mean? Are you letting yourself be taken or not? And you say you won’t make me a fool. I’ve truly never met a man who talks like you.”
“I just spoke my mind without a filter. I’m embarrassed, too.”
“Spoke your mind... So you’re saying you want to play with fire with me?”
“That’s not what I meant, but...”
“Well, that’s how it sounded to me. That we should have a serious game of fire behind Im Chae-seul’s back.”
“...”
I was speechless.
Tilting her head, Han Ji-hyo smirked and gestured to me.
I didn’t understand what she meant, so I just stood there.
Han Ji-hyo spoke with a hint of annoyance.
“I came to you last time, so you come to me now.”
This was my cue, right?
I quickly got up and approached Han Ji-hyo.
She looked up at me intently from her chair.
From here on, I knew the meaning of her gaze.
It was a look I’d seen many times from the women in my harem.
I placed my hand on her shoulder, hidden beneath her blouse.
I leaned down, bringing my face close to Han Ji-hyo’s lips.
She closed her eyes.
My lips touched hers once again.
Gently cupping her delicate chin, I tenderly licked her lips.
The breaths escaping from between her plump lips grew heavier.
An overwhelming wave of emotion washed over me again.
I’m kissing Han Ji-hyo...
The rush of dopamine was comparable to meeting your childhood first love again, only to find she’d grown into a beauty so stunning you wouldn’t dare speak to her, and then having her confess her feelings for you first.
I licked every part of her lips before carefully pushing my tongue inside.
Her neat teeth blocked me like a gatekeeper.
I tapped against them with my tongue as if knocking, but she wouldn’t open up.
I grabbed Han Ji-hyo’s shoulders and pulled her to her feet.
Standing, I wrapped my arms around her thin waist, pulling her close, and continued to kiss her, knocking on her teeth.
She responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around my back, but still wouldn’t part her teeth.
I ruthlessly rubbed my hard, swollen cock against her lower abdomen, flaunting my masculine presence.
Look at this. Feel this.
My instincts are screaming to have sex with you.
I let out a silent roar like that, directed at the womb hidden within her lower abdomen.
Finally, her teeth parted.
I joyfully pushed my tongue in, searching for the soft flesh hidden inside.
My tongue quickly found her shy one and mercilessly rubbed against its entire length, drenching it in saliva.
As if having sex with our tongues, we kept our lips pressed tightly together.
We ceaselessly licked and caressed each other’s mouths.
With our chests and stomachs pressed firmly together in an embrace.
We held each other tightly, lost in a frantic kiss.
Han Ji-hyo’s tongue was so sweet that it almost made me forget about moving on to the next step.
I don’t know how long we were engrossed in the kiss.
Just as my hand finally slipped under her blouse and began to grope her breast...
Suddenly, Han Ji-hyo took a step back, breaking our heated kiss.
As the womb I had been rubbing against through her clothes suddenly moved away, my cock twitched in confusion.
“Ji-hyo...?”
“Just call me Han Ji-hyo. From now on.”
“Alright.”
“Let’s stop here.”
“What?”
What was this situation?
We were on the verge of sex, and she wanted to stop now?
Can’t you see my cock is going crazy?
“Let’s not rush our game of fire. Because it’s a game, shouldn’t we build the flames slowly so it lasts longer and is more fun?”
“No, what are you...”
“If you don’t like that, then let’s stop playing with fire and actually date for real.”
Han Ji-hyo smiled brightly and wagged her finger.
“Call Im Chae-seul right here, right now, and tell her it’s over. Then I’ll do whatever you want.”
“...”
“You can’t bring yourself to do that, can you? Then match my pace.”
I could do as Han Ji-hyo said.
If I called and told her it was over, Im Chae-seul would probably figure out the situation and play along.
And then I could have sex with Han Ji-hyo.
But that would be making a fool out of her.
If I wanted a long-term future with her, I could be a bad boy, but I couldn’t be a shitty guy.
Bad deeds can be forgiven, but shitty deeds only leave behind disgust.
“Alright. So we just stop here, is that it?”
“I had fun. It’s late, though. I think it’s best if you head back now.”
“But isn't it fine as long as I respect the line you've drawn?”
She tilted her head for a moment, but then understood my meaning and let out a small laugh.
The relaxed smile of an older woman.
In terms of soul-age, I was definitely five years older, but physically and emotionally, she was far more mature than I was.
“Can you handle it? I’m going to control the pace as I see fit.”
“I’ll have to endure it. Because those are the rules you’ve set.”
“Good. Come here.”
I went to Han Ji-hyo and, just like before, pulled her in by the waist for a deep embrace.
Even though my tautly erect cock was jabbing relentlessly at her lower abdomen, she didn’t even bat an eye and met my lips.
“Chest, hips, legs. All off-limits. Just holding.”
“Okay.”
We held each other for a long time, endlessly sucking and swallowing each other’s saliva.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “I’m leaving.”
“Get home safe. And don’t resent me too much.”
Lee Chang-woo left.
Han Ji-hyo recalled the memory of almost collapsing the first moment she saw Lee Chang-woo.
That moment when, upon seeing him, every cell in her body began to race wildly.
He was a man so handsome it took her breath away.
Although she had long since conceded the top spot to Im Chae-seul.
As a top star who had reigned for a long time, she had seen countless celebrities she considered handsome.
She could say with certainty that if you gathered all of them here, they would be reduced to a mere flock of chickens.
And that man would reign alone as an elegant male phoenix.
Han Ji-hyo was certain.
That she would never meet a man more handsome than him.
And that one might never exist in the future either.
‘Actually, I’ve been a long-time fan.’
That feeling, when a heavy shock had landed in her chest with a thud.
‘If you’re really my fan, then prove it.’
A hastily fabricated lie is easy to spot.
He had probably prepared it at Im Chae-seul’s request to tease her.
But she could easily expose something like that.
However.
‘Your debut work, *Shadow of April*...’
Amazingly, the man knew all the minute details that only a true, long-time fan would know.
Han Ji-hyo could easily tell that he wasn’t just spouting things he had forcefully memorized in a short time.
He really is a fan.
A man this inhumanly handsome is a long-time fan of mine.
Han Ji-hyo felt a strange sense of relief and, at the same time, emptiness.
She was happy, yet her heart grew heavy.
This man was her long-time fan, but also the boyfriend of Im Chae-seul, the person she hated seeing most in the world.
Out of those complicated feelings she couldn’t understand herself, a spiteful remark had slipped out unwittingly.
That same feeling from before surged up again as she watched Lee Chang-woo’s departing back.
‘Try and take me.’
Mulling over the words he’d said earlier, Han Ji-hyo, now alone, murmured quietly.
“That’s why I invited you here today.”