Chapter 24
Chapter 24
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: JUF-009 (19)
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"Oppa. Try this. And this too. They say eel tails are great for guys."
"...Uh-huh. A-ran-ah. But oppa's getting pretty full now."
"Eek? Already? Oppa usually eats a ton."
"...This is already the third serving. Keep this up, and I'll go into arginine shock."
"Ahem. Well, can't be helped then. Let's stop here for today."
"...For today?"
Something ominous seemed to slip into her words.
Pretending not to hear me, she popped the last piece of grilled eel into her mouth.
For some reason, it felt like my lower half was screaming in protest.
"Ahh♥︎ Oh, you eat so well♥︎ My hubby looks so pretty when he eats like that♥︎"
As she patted my butt, for a split second, I felt a subtle grip on my rear.
A touch brimming with intense desire, like that of a seductive vixen.
I broke out in a cold sweat and chewed the grilled eel furiously.
In her smiling eyes, I sensed an unfathomable abyss.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After finishing that torturous meal that was practically high-grade interrogation...
I followed her to the department store.
The goal was to upgrade my fashion sense, but honestly, fussing with clothes was such a hassle.
Unfortunately, she had complete control today.
Choi A-ran threw a full-on tantrum and eventually dragged me all the way here.
The men's clothing section was bustling with couples shopping in pairs.
'Hmm. As expected, no one else is as tall and sleek as my A-ran.'
No matter how pretty a face is, sex appeal is something you're born with.
If those girls were just beauties, Choi A-ran was a full-on femme fatale.
Unaware of the stares gathering around her, she was rummaging through the suit section for something that'd fit me.
Then she grabbed an all-black mobster suit and told me to try it on.
"No way, A-ran-ah. Isn't this too pitch-black? People might think I'm a thug."
"That's why it's perfect♥︎ It'll look super sexy on you, hubby♥︎"
"Sigh. Fine, whatever. I'm wearing it just to make you happy anyway."
"Good boy♥︎ Hurry and try it on♥︎"
She coaxed and wheedled me into the fitting room like I was a puppy.
Inside, I checked the price tag on the suit she'd handed me—it was in the hundreds of thousands.
I hurriedly stuck my head out past the curtain and asked her.
"...A-ran-ah. Isn't this way too expensive?"
"Ssh. We said no worrying about money. Like you said, it's for my sake, so put it on quick and come out. We still need shoes and underwear."
"...I give up. I'll just do whatever my wifey says."
I ducked back in and started putting on the all-black suit.
It was pricey for a reason—the fabric quality was on another level.
"A-ran-ah. All done."
"Okay, okay. Come out."
I checked myself in the full-length mirror before stepping out.
At least my body's in good shape, thank god.
It looked decent enough at a glance.
"Here I go."
I pulled back the curtain and stepped out, and she clapped her hands with wide eyes.
Her expression gave nothing away.
Was it really because it suited me?
"Wow. Oppa, it looks amazing on you. We'll take this."
"You sure? All-black is a bit much."
"No, no. It really suits you. Excuse me? Can we check out on this?"
Before I could say another word, she whipped out her card and paid.
She even added a white shirt and socks, then dragged me to the next section.
"Oppa looks totally different. Who knew styling could make such a difference? Let's take pics later. I wanna brag to Stardom."
"...A-ran-ah. It really suits me, right? To me, it looks kinda gangster-ish."
"Hmm. It does have a bit of edge. But that's your charm from the start. To me, you look super sexy and cool?"
"...You really have strong tastes. You like bad boys that much?"
"Yeah♥︎ You made me this way♥︎"
Caring not a whit about the onlookers, she threw her arms around mine and hooked her elbow through it.
Her soft breasts squished against me, delivering a delightful pressure.
After that, she kept dragging me around, forcing me into outfits that matched her tastes.
The criteria? How roguish they looked.
Hongdae street fashion.
Muscle-baring gym rat training wear.
Sociopath team leader vibe.
She imposed various looks to feed her fantasies.
Of course, I couldn't voice a single complaint.
Just what she'd spent today covered months of my living expenses.
She was buying it all for free—how could I whine about the hassle?
The shopping spree dragged on until nightfall.
The Bentley's back seat was stuffed full of shopping bags.
"Whew. Shopping after so long feels so satisfying. Shall we head back now?"
"Sure. Oppa'll drive you."
I brazenly dangled her car keys and offered to escort her.
She nodded eagerly and slid into the passenger seat.
"I'd love that. You know where I live?"
Of course I knew her address.
After peeping on her daily life for so long, how could I not?
But I shrugged casually, playing dumb.
"No clue. Where?"
She punched it into the nav and answered.
"Cheongdam Kingsville, Building 3, 1104."
A ultra-luxury apartment worth tens of billions.
It really drove home how incredible her background was.
"...Hmm. Nice place."
"Think you can find it?"
"Of course. Rest easy till we get there."
I buckled her seatbelt, then fired up the Bentley I'd grown so used to.
Come to think of it, starting with this car might've ruined me for good.
How am I gonna handle the gap when I go back to normal life?
'Sigh. Worst case, I'll just live in my car.'
Having tasted this once, no ordinary ride would satisfy me anymore.
Just like how she could never go back to being a virgin, I'd been spoiled rotten by the Bentley.
Savoring that illicit thrill of a ride, I headed toward her place in Cheongdam-dong.
Seoul's beautiful nightscape had already unfolded.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Shooting time has expired.] [Public Pervert's Technique Too Skilled #3] • Progress: 100% • Completion: 115% [Shooting has ended with excellent completion.] [Thank you for your cooperation in the shoot.] [Your customized melodrama scenario has received much acclaim.] [Additional rewards have been sent to your mailbox accordingly. Please check.] [Evelyn Studio is also keeping a close eye on your activities.] [Please continue striving to create great works.] '...Crazy.'
While waiting at a crosswalk...
The shooting suddenly ended, and the notification popped up.
The long, arduous third shoot.
It had veered completely off the JUF series storyline somehow.
But the sweet melodrama must've been a hit too—completion exceeded 100%.
Still, what shocked me most was something else.
The direct communication from the studio.
They were watching me and encouraging me to keep it up.
That short message felt like recompense for all my hard work so far.
Sure, I was a total newbie with just a few shoots under my belt, but they'd acknowledged my potential.
Considering their absurd powers, even this tiny bit of attention was a massive achievement.
'Ahh! They're watching over me! Long live Evelyn Studio! Long live the president!'
And they rewarded effort properly—there was mention of additional rewards this time.
I'd find out what they were once I got home.
But judging by past ones, they wouldn't be ordinary.
'Manager console. Love Juice. This one's gotta be special too.'
I was lost in excited fantasies like a kid awaiting gifts when...
Choi A-ran tapped my shoulder.
"Oppa. Light's green. Let's go."
"Oh, sorry. Was lost in thought."
"You must be tired today, huh? Makes sense after moving around so much. Hope I didn't drag you too hard?"
She looked apologetic as she gently stroked my cheek.
My body was sore, but I wasn't truly exhausted.
Thanks to ramping up my workouts lately.
"Nah. How could I be tired with my wifey? Not even a little."
I squeezed her hand, and she intertwined our fingers, planting a quick kiss on the back.
—Smack
"Thanks for saying that. Today was so much fun thanks to you. Truth is, I've been kinda lonely this year. Made tons of money, got recognition at work, but when I looked around... no one was there. No one who was really mine."
I could relate to that gripe.
As I'd always said, my connections were mostly one-offs, superficial flings.
In the end, all that remained was cooled passion and fleeting pleasure.
Exchanging such tender feelings was a first for me too.
"Same here. You're the first who's really mine, wifey. That's why my heart aches for you more. And you look even prettier."
She was so blissed out by my reply that she wouldn't let go of our clasped hands.
If anything, she hugged them tight to her chest like precious treasure.
"To think my first guy is someone I match so perfectly. I'm so lucky. They say first loves rarely last."
"Depends on the person. Someone as cute and pretty as my wifey? Hard not to last. I fell head over heels at first sight."
"What♥︎ Really♥︎ You always say the swooniest things♥︎"
Our lovey-dovey chat carried us right to her destination.
Kingsville, the ultra-luxury apartments in Cheongdam-dong where she lived.
That wasn't an apartment—it was more like a castle.
The entrance even looked like fortress walls.
"Alright. We're here."
I figured I'd hand her the keys now.
I'd gotten her home safe; time for me to head back.
Just as we were about to part ways reluctantly...
Choi A-ran yanked our clasped hands hard.
Like she'd never let go, with adorable resolve.
"What's up? Don't wanna say goodbye? Wanna hang out a bit more?"
She shook her head.
Not that she hated being together.
The "a bit" part had irked her, though.
"You said earlier I live in a nice place."
"...Yeah? So?"
"Wouldn't it be a shame to come all this way and not even look around? We're right here."
"...A-ran-ah. You know that's a pretty dangerous thing to say, right?"
"Hm? In what way?"
"...To me, that sounds like 'fuck me all night long, please.'"
Choi A-ran flashed a coquettish smile.
"What? You nailed it. That's exactly what I meant—fuck me all night."
"......"
"Oh, and I've got tons of sexy lingerie at home♥︎ But if you really wanna go, just go♥︎"
I didn't hesitate a second at her provocative temptation and restarted the engine.
The Bentley smoothly headed into Kingsville's underground parking.
"Guess I'm a little tired after all. Better rest up at your place first."
She nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Wise choice. Rest if you're tired. Stay till morning and really recharge♥︎"
Of course, there'd be no real rest till morning.
Neither of us would leave the other alone all night.
Brimming with that heady tension, the Bentley eased into Kingsville.
The start of an all-night blaze that wouldn't die out.