I Became Trash
"All right, Sang-ah!"
"Sang-ah, chin up this time!"
"Okay. Just one more shot, give me that cool, chic look!"
Click. Click.
The actress I was managing was shooting a pictorial.
With full makeup on, she really was damned pretty.
I handed the cake I’d bought to the stylist.
She was the one who had to put up with that bitch Sang-ah more than I did.
"Jungsu-oppa, you bought this cake?"
"I went all the way to Sinsa-dong for it. It wasn’t the cake you usually eat, but this was the closest thing they had."
"You worked hard, oppa. Go rest now."
"Yeah."
I headed for the car parked in the studio building’s lot.
The moment I got in, I pulled out my phone and opened a web novel.
Since waiting was part of a manager’s job, the time passed quickly if I read novels or webtoons.
Lately, I’d been reading a fantasy academy story.
It was about a sword genius from a kingdom destroyed by the Empire, who infiltrated the Imperial Academy disguised as a teacher.
"He tames the delinquent noble girls of the academy."
I was somewhere in the latter half when the protagonist, after unlocking his sealed power, stormed into the Imperial Palace.
I was enjoying it a lot.
I was a manager at a mid-sized entertainment company.
A team leader, now in name only, who’d just dropped the "rookie" label three months ago.
After graduating from a two-year college, I’d worked as a bit-part actor, but after one miserable experience I’d quit acting and joined an entertainment company instead.
I’d thought the actors were nice to me, so it’d be fine.
But the reality of the industry was a cesspit, a kingdom of beasts.
In four years, I’d turned into trash.
...Man, should I try acting again?
That painful experience, when I thought about it now, had really just been humiliating and bruising to my pride.
I’d finally landed a tiny speaking role after drifting through background work, and that was when I met my girlfriend, who had already become a confident new actress.
I still couldn’t forget the look she gave me back then.
The contempt in her eyes as she watched me stammer and get cursed out for mangling my lines.
It was around the time she’d begun to rise and drift farther and farther away from me.
I’d been insecure, and I hadn’t prepared enough to be an actor.
That day, I told her we should break up. Then I quit acting too.
Was I just too impatient?
Was I still too immature?
After my parents died in a car accident when I was in first grade, I’d grown up living on basic welfare with my older sister, who was two years above me and had been badly hurt in the same accident.
I only found out later that my father’s family had stolen our household assets, claiming there was a huge debt on the house.
I wondered if the day for revenge would ever come.
For my sister’s sake, I had to keep going.
I’d become a manager because I wanted to build even a small company of my own someday, but achieving that tiny dream was hellishly difficult, damn it.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
"You worked hard too, Sang-ah!"
My actress, Joo Sang-ah, kept bowing over and over, thanking the pictorial staff.
Smiling with that sweet, innocent-act face of hers, she left the studio.
The moment she got into the car, her expression changed.
She looked at the cake I’d bought and tossed it aside.
"What the hell, why’d you throw that?"
"Who told you to buy this?"
"Seonghidang was sold out."
"Then you should’ve bought it before it sold out! You could’ve come early before picking me up and gotten it then!"
"...Fine. Next time I’ll—"
Bang, bang—
Sang-ah kicked the driver’s seat.
"Did you just sigh at me?"
"Hey, Joo Sang-ah!"
"I asked if you just sighed at me!"
I started driving before this got any worse.
"Who’s saying anything to you?"
"The magazine bitches were whispering and snickering at me. Oppa should’ve said something to those bitches!"
"How was I supposed to know if you didn’t tell me?"
"Do I have to tell you everything?"
They were laughing at you because they knew exactly what kind of person you were, you bitch.
And the pictorial had been paid for by the company anyway.
"Sang-ah, let’s eat something delicious and calm down."
"I’m not eating! God, you’re annoying me."
I drove on in silence.
It was one of those days, and there were days when it happened more than once.
The company’s atmosphere had been chaotic lately. With the executives fighting over their own pieces of the pie, the actors had stopped listening to anyone.
As long as no incident happened, we should consider ourselves lucky.
---
7:00 p.m.
After taking Sang-ah home, I came back to the company.
I was just about to finish writing up today’s schedule and leave when the division head called for me. He was the head of the Actor Division 1 team.
"You’ve been having a rough time lately, haven’t you?"
"I always do, more or less."
"The company might get sold. That’s what I heard from Management Support. I figured you should know, at least."
"Sold to who?"
"How should I know? It’s not confirmed."
So that was why the whole place had been so uneasy.
"Jungsu, if I go independent, want to come with me? Even if it’s a little tough and we don’t make much, it’s better to have peace of mind."
I nodded.
"I will."
"Good. Let’s just hold out until then."
Working in society really was bitter.
I should learn as much as I could under the division head, then strike out on my own too.
It’d be nice if I could take at least one top star with me.
When I left the office building and got into my car, my phone rang.
It was Joo Sang-ah.
"What? Did you leave something in the car?"
"I’m going to Jamsil to have some fun. Come pick me up."
"If you go to Jamsil, the paparazzi will catch you."
"I’ll handle it myself! Just hurry up and come!"
The call ended.
...How the hell was I supposed to deal with this bitch?
Her boyfriend lived in a luxury apartment in Jamsil.
He was a former idol turned actor, and he was a filthy bastard who loved women.
If they got caught this time, they’d be completely screwed.
---
7:40 p.m.
Sang-ah climbed into the car wearing nothing but sunglasses.
It wasn’t even that cold, but she’d thrown on a padded coat too.
"Why aren’t you wearing a mask?"
"I got full makeup done. It’d be a waste if the makeup got ruined. Hurry up. You did buy the wine I asked for, right?"
"Right here."
She’d told me to buy wine too.
Sang-ah checked the bottle, then called her boyfriend and chatted excitedly on the phone. Trashy people really did suit each other.
"Aren’t you going to give me money?"
At that, Sang-ah glared at me.
"How much can this crap even cost?"
"That crap costs more than my daily wage."
"Put it on expenses! You’re pissing me off."
I headed for Jamsil.
At this point, I didn’t even know anymore, damn it.
I hoped she got caught and got fucked over for once.
---
8:00 p.m.
I drove into the underground parking lot of the Jamsil apartment complex.
No car had tailed us here. Paparazzi usually recognized our company car and followed it.
"Wait here, oppa."
"You expect me to wait all night?"
The moment we arrived, Sang-ah jumped out of the car and hurried toward the elevator with the wine in her hand.
You idiot. Why are you looking behind you?
You’re going to get your face photographed.
---
4:00 a.m.
Bang, bang, bang—
"Open the door, hurry up!"
I’d fallen asleep in the driver’s seat.
I turned on the engine and unlocked the doors for her.
Sang-ah climbed into the back seat and dropped down hard.
"Hah, son of a bitch."
Her face was flushed red with drunkenness.
She’d gone in all happy, so I guessed they’d fought.
"What now?"
"I thought he loved me, that bastard."
Joo Sang-ah suddenly started crying.
"Did Minseok hit you?"
"That bastard has my nude video on his phone! I stole his phone while he was showering and ran. Just wait and see. That fucking bastard is dead!"
"Where’s the phone?"
"Here."
Sang-ah handed me her boyfriend’s phone.
That was when it happened. The elevator doors opened, and Minseok came running out wearing sunglasses.
"What are you doing? Go! Go now!"
Screech—
Vrooom.
I floored it and shot out of the parking lot entrance.
They really were all pieces of work, every one of them.
I headed straight toward Jamwon-dong.
All the while, Sang-ah, dead drunk, had fallen asleep in the seat, wearing nothing but a slip under her padded coat.
Instead of going to Jamwon-dong, I turned toward Hangang Park.
Since it was early winter, the parking lot was quiet. I parked the car there and checked the video Minseok had filmed first.
It was a video of Sang-ah sleeping naked.
Perfect, damn it.
Today, I was going to make my move.
It wasn’t me who’d filmed it. It was Minseok.
I immediately crawled clumsily into the back seat.
Sang-ah was completely out cold and didn’t wake up.
First, I drew the car curtains shut.
Then I reached for the sleeping Sang-ah’s chest.
She hadn’t even bothered with a bra when she rushed out.
Sang-ah was gorgeous as hell, no doubt about that.
But she was such a disgusting bitch I didn’t feel much of anything.
I lifted the skirt of her slip and spread her legs wide left and right. Still not waking up?
I yanked off my pants and underwear in one go.
Then I pressed my hard cock against Sang-ah’s cunt.
I shoved it in, pushing past her panties.
It drove straight into a hot, wet wall of flesh.
Still, it felt pretty damn good.
I turned on Minseok’s phone and started recording.
I also used my own phone to film my cock and her face.
I thrust slowly at first, then slammed in hard.
Even while she was asleep, her insides were twitching around me.
"Mmm?"
Only then did Sang-ah open her eyes.
When she saw me, her eyes flew wide open.
"What are you doing—mmph!"
I clapped a hand over Sang-ah’s mouth.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
I kept pounding into her cunt.
"Mmph! Mmmphhh!"
Struggling, Sang-ah shouted something I couldn’t quite make out.
Probably something about killing me.
Like that would happen. I had your weakness in my hand.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
With every thrust of my hips, Sang-ah’s body shook as she glared at me. From now on, I’d be the one training you.
That way you’d learn to behave.
Before long, I came deep inside her cunt.
I wiped the tip clean with a tissue and sat back in my seat.
Sang-ah was still lying there with her legs spread, trembling lightly all over. Even now, she could feel it; that part was kind of amusing.
"You bastard. Are you crazy?"
"If I weren’t, do you think I’d be doing this?"
"Delete the video, hurry up. I’ll kill you."
Only then did I turn to look at Sang-ah.
"Minseok filmed it. It’s Minseok’s phone."
At my words, Sang-ah bit her lip.
"Behave yourself from now on. I’m sending Minseok’s phone to Minseok’s company. I’ll send it to the vice president too."
"Are you really insane? Then I’m dead!"
I laughed at Sang-ah.
"If you don’t want to die, then listen to me, you brainless bitch."
With that, I moved to the driver’s seat.
Then I drove straight toward Jamwon-dong.
Sang-ah kept glaring at me the whole time.
What were you going to do about it?
You reap what you sow.
---
6:00 a.m.
I got home to my rooftop room in Itaewon.
I’d chosen to become trash for my own comfort.
As if I would’ve done that if I were a good man.
As if I’d become rich by saving up my salary.
Chiik—
I opened the canned beer I’d bought and sat down at my desk.
That was when something appeared in front of my eyes.
What the hell was this?
The Narrative System has been unlocked.
You have been chosen as a Recorder.
As a reader of countless narratives.
Would you like to record a new narrative?
[Yes] [No]