Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: My Ultimate Bias's Mom
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“Miss Plea, your acting this time was pretty good. It couldn’t have been easy for your first villain role.”
“Thank you, Senior Kim Han-seo.”
She flashed me a smile.
In stark contrast to my plain, expressionless face—which no one would call handsome—hers sparkled like the radiant sun.
Plea.
The actress in her mid-thirties, single and staring down the barrel of middle age, directed that smile at me—a woman with deep black hair and mysterious golden eyes.
As her senior, I offered calm praise.
A compliment that might come off as stiff, even a bit arrogant.
Yet she accepted it with a warm smile and even invited me out.
“Senior, if you’re free, how about grabbing a meal downstairs? We’ve got some time before the next schedule.”
“Ah…”
Her words carried pure goodwill.
For a fleeting moment, my eyes wavered,
but I quickly replied in the driest tone I could muster.
“…No, I’m good. I have a schedule right after, so I need to head out.”
“I see… Understood. See you at tomorrow’s shoot, then.”
“Yeah, good work. Get home safe.”
“Yes, Senior.”
With that brief exchange, I left the set.
As quickly as if I were fleeing.
Struggling to suppress my pounding heart even now.
“Hoo…”
I rushed back to my lodging.
There, I unzipped a large suitcase.
The contents came into view.
A sight I’d never show anyone else…
It was lavishly decorated with photos and merch of just one person.
The same woman I’d acted with moments ago—the one who’d even invited me to dinner.
Plea.
Her acting was still a bit raw, like a flower not fully bloomed,
but as a singer, she was already a world star with global fame.
Three years straight at number one on the Billboard Chart,
a social media giant with over 100 million followers.
Truly the goddess of Korea’s entertainment industry, an idol singer who’d captured countless hearts.
But beyond that dazzling fame,
to me, she was defined by just one word.
From before she rose to stardom,
back when she was an unknown trainee named Lee Seon-hwa,
the term that meant her in my heart.
Ultimate Bias.
Among the sea of celebrities like stars in the sky, the brightest and most beautiful.
And today was her concert.
Luckily, the filming location was close by, so I could get there without much trouble. Mask and sunglasses on, glow stick in hand, I hurried toward the venue.
And then—
“Woooaaahhh!!!”
“Plea! Plea!”
“Oh, my goddess!”
“I love you, Plea!”
The stage glittered under dazzling lights.
The crowd’s cheers threatened to tear the roof off.
But in that moment, only one figure and one voice filled my ears.
“I won’t cry anymore. Even before harsh trials.
I’ll always love you with head held high!”
From the center, bathed in radiant light, she poured out a heavenly voice.
That voice always made my heart tremble,
and her smile washed away the fatigue I’d built up over the past days.
Ah… It heals me…
Successive setbacks as an actor.
The exhaustion and ennui from them,
my life filled with pretense and resentment.
Smiling on the outside, but rotting away inside.
My sole light and hope in that life—my goddess.
Her songs had pulled me from the deep swamp of slump,
and let me cling to this life that I might have ended long ago.
My benefactor, my idol, my most precious being.
Yet despite this near-worshipful affection,
I kept a steady distance, even now that we were in the same drama.
Get too close to the sun, and you burn.
To me, she was a goddess in the literal sense.
Still, as a perennial supporting actor who knew this industry well, I knew she was an entertainer too.
I didn’t want to give ammo to those who spin trashy fantasy tales about guys like me getting close,
or risk her—my ultimate bias—taking any fallout.
So I stayed a step back,
not as a senior actor, but as a fan,
content to cheer from afar as she shone on stage.
This was my place.
This distance between us was just right.
But…
-Crunch!
“!”
A sinister sound pierced the air.
With my sharper-than-average hearing, I pinpointed it instantly.
There, right in front of me in the front row.
The massive spotlight that had beamed down on my goddess from high above was plummeting from the ceiling.
And directly beneath it…
“N… No.”
The words slipped out.
Without another thought, I leaped onto the stage.
My age was catching up, but steady workouts had kept my body fit.
Grateful for that now more than ever,
I hurled myself toward her panicked face.
Toward my goddess, Plea.
And then.
“!? Seni…”
-Thwack!!!
A horrific pain flooded my mind.
In agony I’d never known, all strength drained from my body.
Ah. So this is dying.
A chilling clarity washed over me.
Like a flickering candle, my consciousness faded.
Even so, in my final moments,
as she screamed and cried over my fallen form,
I felt a sliver of relief knowing I’d saved my goddess with my own hands.
And so my life ended perfectly.
Or so I thought.
I wasn’t religious, but I figured death led to heaven or hell or something.
However.
The life that followed that death
unfolded in a way utterly unlike what I’d imagined.
…How did this happen…
The reality before my eyes.
Doubt and confusion hit every time I faced it.
And in it, I gazed at her.
At my “ultimate bias” cradled in my arms.
The old me never would have held her like this…
my goddess, Plea, whom I’d always revered from afar.
Yet now,
that goddess was right there, impossibly close.
Her warm, soft, utterly delicate body pressed against me.
Lighter than I’d imagined, making her all the more precious and precarious.
And in this moment, she was suckling directly on my body.
Smack smack smack.
That was the sound of her nursing.
More precisely, on the hefty lump of fat dangling from my chest.
My breasts!
Not just any breasts—these were leaking actual milk, and she was sucking them!
Plea gripped one nearly as big as her own head, eagerly drinking the milk flowing from it.
No… Lee Seon-hwa.
For reference, she was three months old.
And I—the one nursing my future goddess, now just a tiny infant—was her birth mother.
Chae Soo-jeong.
Inexplicably like Lee Seon-hwa from my past life, with her lovely looks.
The difference? While Seon-hwa had a slimmer build, this body boasted massive breasts.
A 17-year-old high school girl… or so.
In truth, after 40 years as a man in my past life, dying at that concert hall, I woke up in this body—specifically, this woman’s, mid-childbirth agony.
Three months had passed since I’d screamed bloody murder from the pain right after possessing her.
At first, the shock of a middle-aged man suddenly becoming a laboring teen girl was massive, but now I’d mostly adjusted.
The real issues were the lingering fragments of this body’s original owner’s memories—more “possession” than reincarnation.
And the heavy facts I’d uncovered over the past three months.
One: This body’s owner lost her parents two years ago, becoming an orphan, then got pregnant from fooling around with her boyfriend at her barely attended high school.
Two: That boyfriend died in a motorcycle accident before even learning about the pregnancy.
Three: The child born from it was none other than my ultimate bias, Lee Seon-hwa.
The future world star known as Plea.
How could I be sure?
My reflection showed a face like hers, for one.
But more than that, my daughter looked exactly like Plea’s childhood photos still etched in my memory. Even now, peering closely, I could glimpse that future radiant face.
Above all, she had a feature unique to her in the world.
The star-shaped mole on her nape, clear as day to my eyes.
Some might scoff—like that clan from some comic with all the moles—but fans knew about it well.
Some even called her a descendant of the Joestar family, but regardless, her family history wasn’t great.
Plea grew up in an orphanage, struggling. That’s why she does so much charity for them…
Parents who’d dumped her baby self at the orphanage and fled.
Back then, I’d cursed that woman for abandoning my goddess without knowing why… but now, as that “woman” myself by accident, I understood her thoughts all too well.
A barely high-school-age unwed mother… She had some inheritance from her late parents, but even so, couldn’t accept becoming a mom at this age.
She’d resolved to abort upon learning of the pregnancy, but it was too late, forcing her to give birth.
But that didn’t mean I’d defend dumping her own child—without a second thought, just because she’d be “a hassle”—like tossing trash.
And of course, I had zero intention of following that path.
Partly because this baby was my past-life ultimate bias, but even if not, I’d never abandon my child.
Unplanned or not, this was my flesh and blood, birthed from my own womb.
No matter how bad the situation, how could I throw away such a precious life?
Besides, this child would shake the world as a superstar.
To see that shining past self again,
or even brighter,
I vowed to raise her right.
As her mother,
and as a fan who’d made her my ultimate bias in my past life.
Or so I thought.
“Your daughter’s one thing, but… Madam, have you ever thought about becoming an actress?”
“...Pardon?”
Somehow, things started veering off my planned course.