Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: The One Who Laughs Last...(6)
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Of course, that wasn't the only reason I'd come to see Wang Im-hwan.
"What do you think of this song?"
He pressed the spacebar on his keyboard, and a full song started playing.
It had no resistance even on a first listen.
A cozy rhythm that made you want to hum along without thinking.
"It's not quite right for the main track, but it'd be perfect as a B-side. Depending on the public's reaction, it could even become the main one."
"Sounds good to me?"
I liked it.
Wang Im-hwan got excited and started explaining.
"When I told them I was working with a girl group this time, some composer friends I've known for ages sent over songs they really cherished as congratulations."
"Ah......"
I nodded right away.
They probably wanted to celebrate whether they knew his situation or not.
A guy rumored to be gay but actually straight.
Finally meeting a woman after turning thirty?
I'd feel genuinely happy for him too, but also a bit worried.
"You've got some great friends."
"Way better than I deserve."
That was exactly Wang Im-hwan.
A guy who was pretty lousy with women.
But a really good friend to other guys.
Bright and willing to throw a match for someone else's sake.
'But they say birds of a feather flock together—what if all his friends are like him?'
I was dying of curiosity.
I couldn't hold back and casually probed.
"Any of those friends married, by chance?"
"Sadly, no. Haha, marriage? Most of them haven't even held a girl's hand, like me."
The old saying was spot on—birds of a feather really do flock together.
'Maybe I should gather them all sometime and throw an orgy party with me. Build some camaraderie. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass. And Wang Im-hwan thrusting into my armpit.'
......I shook my head to stop the words from slipping out.
If Wang Im-hwan's problem was that he was too slow and innocent, mine was that I was too lewd.
Damn, if I'd known it'd be like this, I should've cut back on the porn.
Was it a mistake to satisfy my urges with porn instead of hitting up hostess bars to save money sometimes?
"I've got more songs besides this one. I'll send you the files on my phone, so listen to them with the members. Let me know whichever ones you like, and I'll choreograph based on those."
"Thank you, sir."
At times like this, "sir" just came naturally.
People who create something from nothing are just amazing.
Something I'd never be able to do.
Turning nothing into something.
"Files arrive okay?"
"Yes, got them. Thank you."
As I said goodbye and turned to leave.
I noticed Wang Im-hwan glancing at me hesitantly.
"Something you want to say?"
"Ah... it's shameless, but before you go, just a little more......"
"Ah......"
Only then did I notice the bulge in the front of his pants.
"Sure, armpit again this time?"
"Yes, please."
"......"
I silently offered my armpit.
"Ah, haauk!"
Wang Im-hwan fiddled with my armpit again, burying his face in it to sniff the scent, and came twice.
"Haa, haa......"
"You like my armpit that much? What does it feel like when you touch it?"
His pants soaked wet again.
I couldn't hold back and asked as he panted in satisfaction.
"I-it's so soft and smooth... the texture you feel with your hands is insanely erotic, it feels unbelievably good."
"And the smell?"
"Th-the smell is incredibly soft and fragrant too."
"I see. I want to sniff your dick sometime too, choreographer. Hope that day comes soon?"
"I-I'll try."
"Good."
That was enough for today.
The guy was on the verge of ecstasy just from touching my armpit.
Telling him to fuck my pussy right now would be more like torture.
"Well, I'll be off then."
"W-wait a sec."
"Yeah?"
Wang Im-hwan shuffled awkwardly to the corner of the studio and grabbed a paper bag.
He pulled out a shoulder bag from inside.
The brand was Linda Shi... designer stuff.
At least a million won easy...
"I-I thought this would suit you so well, Hyun-ah... I ended up buying it at the department store nearby without thinking. P-please take it without feeling burdened. What you've done for me makes this feel insufficient."
He wasn't wrong.
If I calculated the services I'd given him at hostess bar rates, sure...
"Hmm, you didn't have to. I owe you too, choreographer... I do it because I want to. But I won't refuse something you've already bought."
What was it.
Back when I was a guy, I had no interest in spending on bags like this.
But as a succubus... now as a woman, my eye for bags felt different somehow.
'Maybe... a little happy?'
The moment I slung the shoulder bag he'd gifted me over my shoulder.
"......"
I realized what he must have been thinking when he bought it.
"Ah, wearing this with a sleeveless top... it'd look so pretty."
Especially—it seemed perfect for showing off my armpits nicely.
"......Next time, I'll wear it like that."
"P-please do!"
The good mood turned awkward in an instant.
This one-track-minded bastard...
"Still, I got some great songs out of it."
I popped in my earbuds and played the files Wang Im-hwan had sent one by one.
A total of five songs played in sequence.
"......"
Listening quietly while waiting for the subway.
I felt good.
Wang Im-hwan, who I'd just thought was pathetic, looked different now.
'Wow, all the songs are good.'
I wasn't some music expert.
But even from a regular listener's perspective, if there was no instant rejection, it was gold.
Most songs made you skip after the intro if they didn't click.
At this level, deciding which for main, which for B-sides...
And who sings which parts would be the real headache.
'What a talented guy.'
No wonder he'd made a name as a choreographer.
And succeeded on his own already.
If not for his real PTSD, even if his personality and tastes were a bit lame.
He could've married a decent woman and lived happily ever after.
'Then he wouldn't obsess over armpits. He'd cum inside his wife's pussy normally, have cute kids that look like her, and live happily.'
A guy meant to live like that.
Was instead blissed out just from my armpit, leaking cum into his panties like incontinence.
'Well, if he's happy, that's what matters?'
What was it.
At the mid-dance evaluation, he looked like a walking corpse.
But today, gifting me the bag, he seemed over the moon.
I could already see him anticipating my next visit with it.
'Gotta wear a tank top, right?'
Or a dress that shows off the armpits.
A dress that drapes over the shoulders...
'I've really started getting women's fashion now.'
Even the bag on my shoulder now lifted my mood.
Designer stuff really was nice.
Super light, quality leather, simple yet sleek design... just carrying it made my lips curve up.
[Unnie! Unnie! You coming to the practice room now?]
Kang Chae-rin always whined cutely around this time.
[When you coming? I miss unnie. No energy without you. Food tastes bad. Bet I could eat a ton once unnie's here.]
Her texts were adorably cute too.
I wanted to teleport over and pinch her cheeks silly.
[Just got the tracks from Choreographer Wang, heading there now. Tell Ji-woo and Su-bin too? We got songs, let's listen together.]
[OMG! Jackpot! Super jackpot! Hyun-ah unnie is our hero!]
[Not that much.]
I tried acting mature and humble, but her excitement was mood-boosting.
Ah, the subway felt extra slow today.
[Oh, and Chae-rin has news for unnie too! Huge bombshell!]
[Yeah? What?]
Maybe the foreign language class got canceled because all the teachers had food poisoning and died?
[Hehehe. I'll tell you when you get here! You gotta see it yourself! No doubt! Total jackpot!]
[Got it. Coming right now. Hang on a bit.]
[Okay!]
I arrived at Purem Entertainment with light steps.
Screeech! Screech!
Entering the practice room, the members diligently drilling basics without slacking caught my eye first, as always.
'I should be the hardest worker here...'
I didn't know before.
Thought dance skill was just "good enough" across the board once you hit a level.
Totally wrong.
The higher your base skill, the more hidden details emerged, making it even more daunting.
'Anyone can hit the big moves.'
What mattered was nailing the main parts with precise details.
Now I got why they called Michael Jackson legendary.
And why all-rounders were amazing.
'Gotta ask Han Nam-do to chew me out and teach properly.'
Succubus powers were useful, but not omnipotent.
Limits existed on knowledge absorbed via essence drain.
Not truly mine, so shallow depth was inevitable.
Meant I had to put in effort too.
'Who's that guy, though?'
Distracted by the members for a sec, I spotted him late.
A new face in the practice room.
Maybe a trainee from another group practicing late? But his looks screamed no trainee.
"Unnie! Unnie!!"
Kang Chae-rin spotted me and charged as usual.
Rubbing her face against my chest like it was nothing now.
"Haha, that tickles. You little rascal."
Then.
Click!
I flinched at the sudden camera shutter.
"Great shot."
I looked up, wondering what was up.
The new face was grinning, phone in hand.
"Who are you, suddenly taking pictures..."
"Ah, Section Chief Go Min-cheol gave permission. Snap pics anytime for good moments. Might come in handy later."
Go Min-cheol approved it?
"Unnie, unnie! Don't freak out."
Kang Chae-rin shouted gleefully at my stunned face, happier than ever.
"We finally got a manager too! Means the CEO's serious about debuting us for real!"
"Ah......"
Looking now, Han Ji-woo and Seol Su-bin's faces were brighter than usual too.
"......"
Definitely good news.
But I couldn't get as excitedly childish as the kids.
Instead, an uncomfortable something came to mind.
What if... this was their scheme?