Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Choreographer's First Experience (2)
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What the hell is this creepy bullshit?
"Kayla's Hyster... Hewitt's White Sky..."
"Those are all boy group songs."
"......"
For real?
Why had I thought those were girl group songs all this time?
"The choreography's a bit feminine, and the song titles... People often mistake them for girl group tracks. But they're boy group songs."
"......"
My pussy suddenly went ice cold.
More like a chill shot down my spine?
So even Choreographer Wang Im-hwan had been brought in by CEO Jeong Byung-in, assuming he'd pick male trainees.
'Then why did he choose us?'
It had to be a decision no one saw coming.
Not for Choreographer Wang Im-hwan, and certainly not for CEO Jeong Byung-in.
No wonder the CEO looked kinda off somehow...
'Fuck, this is giving me goosebumps.'
If I hadn't just heard that from Han Nam-do...
I wouldn't have sensed anything weird about Wang Im-hwan picking us.
I'd have just thought our hard work really won over a famous choreographer.
That's all I'd have chalked it up to.
But now that I knew the backstory, it was creepier than any horror flick.
Like the genre suddenly flipped from idol drama to thriller.
"Hngh... So, why the hell did he... haaah... pick us? Maybe he got into girl groups now? Haaang."
"Well, it's not impossible... Ngh, smells good."
"Haaaang!"
A surge of anger hit me!
We quickly wrapped up a round of sex.
Then lit up cigarettes and calmly picked up the conversation.
Right now, this mattered more than the afterglow of that good fuck.
"Phew... Choreographer Wang Im-hwan. There were rumors about him, right?"
"What rumors?"
Now I was scared of what might come out of this guy's mouth next.
I swallowed hard...
While Han Nam-do fondled my ass, he dropped a bombshell.
"That guy's gay."
"......!!"
"Ah, it's just a rumor. But where there's smoke, there's fire, right? Rumors don't start from nothing."
"Y... yeah."
The more I heard about Wang Im-hwan, the deeper this mystery got.
A boy group specialist with gay rumors...
'And he picked us? Right there? At that moment?'
Ha, fuck, this is driving me nuts.
Not just me—the girls had all thought my tits won him over.
But maybe not.
'What if... just what if... that bastard figured out I used to be a guy?'
Normals might not notice.
But a gay guy might.
Like, oh, that bitch was originally a dude, cursed into a succubus!
'Nah, that probably doesn't connect to why he picked us...'
Damn, I'm dying of curiosity here.
Can't just run up, grab his collar, and demand answers...
Ding!
That's when it happened.
A text came in.
"Huh...?"
I let out a small gasp checking it.
Han Nam-do asked,
"What text? Who from?"
"Well, it's..."
I answered in a dazed voice.
"......Choreographer Wang Im-hwan."
[Hey, Kim Hyun-ah? Could I see you privately for a bit?]
The message itself was straight-up bewildering.
Privately? With me?
* * *
I quickly washed up and got ready to meet Choreographer Wang Im-hwan.
Han Nam-do said artists don't need to entertain sketchy requests like that.
But I couldn't hold back my curiosity about why he'd picked us.
'Boy group expert, maybe gay.'
I had to hear why that guy chose Luminous over Maximilian.
Otherwise, I wouldn't sleep a wink.
'Just in case, better clean deep inside my pussy too...'
Han Nam-do had dumped so much cum in my womb.
It took forever to scrape it out before I could dress and head out.
"Those panties aren't yours, right?"
"Nah, Su-bin's. Planned to shop for my own with the girls later."
"Get out already. Fuck, even the perviest slut wears her own underwear. When are you gonna start?"
"Mind your business. Don't come crying later."
I flipped him the bird and left Han Nam-do's place.
"Oh, right. Thanks for the meal."
"Thanks for the... That's my line, isn't it?"
"That's how it is. See ya."
"Scram."
After leaving his place,
I called a cab to the address Wang Im-hwan sent.
His studio... this it?
[King Studio]
"......"
The name's a bit much...
'Has his own private studio, so he must be big-time.'
Heard he even owns a building in his name...
The more I dug, the weirder it got.
Boy group choreo star, gay rumors online—what whim made him pick us?
'Ugh, guess I'll find out inside.'
Good thing I'd topped up essence with Han Nam-do.
Without it, I wouldn't have the guts to show up so casually.
'Worst case, I can knock him out and bolt.'
I steeled myself and went in.
"Ah, come in. Hyun-ah, sorry for calling you out like this suddenly. You must've been startled."
"Ah... No, it's fine. Actually, I'm glad."
Whoa.
I blurted nonsense from the shock.
He was waiting so neatly and politely—caught me off guard.
Anyone'd think I was the boss.
At the same time,
'Are you gay by any chance?'
The words nearly flew out,
but I swallowed them down.
Can't look like a psycho on first meet.
'Damn, this is cleaner and nicer than our practice room.'
Mirrors for dancing, of course.
And pro lighting, gear for filming—top-shelf stuff, obvious to anyone.
"Um, before diving into work, I had a few things I wanted to confirm."
Same here.
"Like... what?"
"Did you hear anything about me from somewhere?"
The gay rumor?
"Ah... Something recent. That you've never done a girl group before..."
"Haha, yes, that's right."
It was true, then.
So the gay rumor might hold water too...
"That's why doing a girl group for the first time has me all over the place. Makes me wonder why I even made that choice."
"Ah..."
So Wang Im-hwan must've had a deal lined up with CEO Jeong Byung-in for Maximilian's choreo.
'Doesn't seem excited at all, even in front of me.'
If I were just a hot chick, I wouldn't overthink.
But I'm a succubus.
Fresh off absorbing essence, no less.
The cab driver who brought me here, the guy on the stairs coming in...
They all show at least a hint of arousal around me.
But not from Wang Im-hwan.
Gay after all?
"Phew..."
"Choreographer?"
"Ah, just a sec... Why don't we sit comfortably and chat?"
"Sure."
Now I see—he's not aroused.
He's breaking a sweat?
Super cautious around me. Definitely not a boner reaction.
'Must be gay for real, fuck.'
I sat, cursing inwardly.
Wang Im-hwan panicked, standing up.
"Ah, uh... Something to drink? Coffee, soda, even energy drinks—just in case. What'll it be?"
"Coffee, please."
"Right here..."
Clatter.
His trembling hand dropped the canned coffee.
Okay, accidents happen.
But his reaction after was wild.
"S-sorry! I'll get a new one... something else. One sec, sorry. Stay put."
"......"
He jumped like I'd hit him, sweating bullets, fumbling around.
I was the confused one now.
'What? Am I leaking killing intent without knowing?'
Normals freeze up from a monster's aura alone.
Maybe post-essence absorption, excess power leaking out?
Nah, not that.
"......Here."
"Ah, thanks..."
Just made things awkward.
I fiddled with the cool can in my hand.
"......"
Wang Im-hwan fidgeted, watching me.
What the hell.
'Did he spike it with a syringe of weird drugs?'
Every crazy thought crossed my mind as he sighed for the umpteenth time.
"Haa, this is driving me insane."
That's my line.
"Some circumstances, huh? Care to share... what they are?"
At this point, just spill it.
I'm gay!
I wouldn't care if he was, as long as he delivers good choreo.
"Truth is... being alone in a small space with a woman spikes my anxiety."
"R... really?"
Damn, that jacks up his gay probability even more.
"Yes... Crowded places like before are fine. But alone with a woman, I get short of breath, sweaty palms... it's tough."
"......"
He wouldn't even look at me now.
Sat with hands clasped, head bowed like in prayer.
He looked genuinely distressed.
At this rate, I'd have to call an ambulance.
Shit, should've brought Han Ji-woo, the ambulance expert.
"If it's too much, I'll head out."
"W-wait!"
Fuck, what do you want?
Looks like he'll collapse alone with me.
But when I offer to leave out of worry, he clings desperately.
This'll make me lose it.
"Haa, seriously..."
Wang Im-hwan looked ready to snap too.
Ruffled his hair roughly, sighed again.
"That's why people misunderstand."
"Misunderstand how?"
He let out a hollow laugh.
"They think I'm gay."