Chapter 181
"No, not at all. Even to my eyes, the guys seem a bit lacking..."
She'd completely changed the subject. The MC's eyes went wide in exaggerated shock, and the other celebrities gaped with feigned surprise.
"Whoa, check out this junior guy's guts! Saying our level looks low!"
"You keep that to yourself! How do you just blurt it out in front of everyone like this?!"
"What's wrong with us? We're pretty great if you look closely! I've got three bank accounts!"
They all protested and ribbed him playfully. It was all for the cameras, of course. But sensing the fun fizzling out, I could tell the show was tanking. It wouldn't last long before cancellation. No real hook, just scattered chaos.
A middle-aged guy who looked like the PD raised his hand and mimed slicing his throat. Suddenly, the pace picked up.
"If you can't pick one, who would you like to play the game with, Yujin?"
"I'll go with my junior here."
"With your junior? Alright, let's do it. This is a solo game—you ask questions, then on one, two, three, answer at the same time. It shows how in sync you are. Got it?"
"Yes."
"First question: What do you look at first on the opposite sex? One, two, three!"
"Face."
"Uh... body."
Han Yaseong hesitated, his answer coming a beat late. The MC and celebs overreacted, bursting into hysterics.
"Body? Way too honest!"
"Even for cable, that's too raw. You're getting a warning."
"Body... body... hehehe... so naughty!"
They seemed to find it hilarious, all scrambling to milk the line. No wonder they said squeezing out footage was tough—12 hours of shooting for barely an hour of airtime. Desperation hung in the air.
"Good. Next: What do you want to do first if you start dating? One, two, three!"
"Date."
"Sex... no, wait..."
A hush fell, then the room exploded.
"What was that? Sex what?!"
"This is gold! Hahaha! This junior's a riot! 'Sex, no'!"
"Was that a gag? What's 'sex'—sex?!"
They laughed it up, trying to stretch the moment. The writers holding sketchpads up front were cracking up, the PD too. Senior Choi Yujin laughed and jabbed his side hard. Her lips mouthed, 'Are you insane?'
Han Yaseong's mouth went dry. He'd almost blurted "sex" on instinct. His newbie nerves were showing.
Later questions got decent reactions. Once the cameras cut, the celebs' chatter leaked through.
"They'll use a few clips from this."
"Good work, kids. Especially the guy junior—got real comic chops."
"Let's wrap the shoot. Been out all day; I'm beat."
The buzz deflated. They'd only hammed it up for the takes. Celebs and staff alike looked wiped from the endless street filming.
With shooting over, the crowd dispersed. Han Yaseong checked his watch and slumped. The filming had overrun—the movie had already started.
"What now? Movie's going without us."
"We'll catch the next one."
Senior Choi Yujin smiled like it was no big deal. She'd enjoyed the show, apparently. She pocketed two 50,000-won culture vouchers from a writer.
"Yujin, can I get your contact? Come back sometime?"
"Again?"
"Yeah. Your reactions are killer. Thinking of centering it on your solo escape—meet hot celebs, real popular guys. You'd like that, right? Guys won't mind. We'll pay, of course."
The writer dangled carrots, face screaming she'll bite. But surprisingly, Senior Choi Yujin turned it down.
"Too many appearances and Dad'll kill me. This was just for fun."
"Fair enough. Talk it over. Or we can convince him. Here's my card—call."
She took it, then left the set with Han Yaseong. Dusk settled as they walked back toward the theater.
"You doing the show again?"
"Nah. Just goofing around this once."
She crumpled the writer's card and tossed it in the trash.
"Fun for laughs, sure, but not as a job. It'd wear me out. See how they all crash when cameras stop? Heard they started at dawn—full day for one hour of footage. Hate that. A couple hours, fine, but all day? Legs kill me."
She eyed showbiz but not the grind. Fair enough—who had it easy? Variety gigs looked like play-for-pay, but sweat-soaked backs after 30 minutes proved otherwise.
Han Yaseong felt the same—no thanks to making it a career. Fun once in a blue moon, maybe.
They rebooked tickets and ducked into a nearby café. Coffee and two slices of whipped cream cake, music humming—pure relaxation.
"Feels like a real date today."
"Yeah. First time."
"You always drag me home. First time out like this."
"We'll do it sometimes. Won't just summon you over."
"Finally seeing the light?"
"Yeah."
Senior Choi Yujin giggled, covering her mouth as she whispered,
"I'll let you go again when we get home."
"For real?"
"Date reward."
His dick hardened instantly. Lucky break. Gotta take her out more—keep her happy. Happy pussy opens wide. Simple truth. Today's date taught him that.
Time up, they hit the theater, claiming couple seats. Saturday afternoon, but the long-run flick had spots open. Sinking into the big sofa with her, munching popcorn and cola—pure bliss.
First time at the movies alone with a girl. Felt great, arousal simmering. Her thigh pressed right against his. Dark theater amped it up.
Wanna touch. Movie barely registered. But she focused, popping kernels. Wanted her thigh, but feared a scolding—no dice.
Plenty at home, so why here? Thrill, probably. Secret grope in public—mental rush. Hand in her shorts, fingering her pussy... electric.
But she was locked in. One touch would be heaven... Sigh escaped.
She crunched popcorn, glancing over.
"What's up? Movie boring?"
"No... not that."
"Then?"
Han Yaseong hesitated, then whispered in her ear.
"Wanna touch senior's pussy."
"What? Here?!"
Choi Yujin scowled, incredulous. Pussy in a theater? Absurd. But why was her pussy suddenly throbbing? Weird thrill hit.
"You perv. How in a movie theater..."
She scolded softly—no way. Someone spots them, tabloid pervs: "Pervy Senior-Junior Couple Banged in Cinema!" Humiliating.
But Han Yaseong craved it. Secret theater pussy touch on Yujin—unbeatable rush. Imagining it stiffened him more. Had to, just once.
He coaxed the flustered senior.
"Just once. Please?"
"No way. Touch pussy here? Disaster."
"One time. Just a light feel."
"Are you nuts?"
Wanting pussy here... She was floored. Kid was turning deviant. Suspected since the piss-watching kink, but theater with people? Even dark, still...