My Top Star
“Growth options.”
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《Appearance Lv. 1》《Charm Lv. 2》
【Domination】
[Recovery] [Talent] [Strength] [Foresight] [Bloom]
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So a Bloom option had appeared.
Did that mean something like making flowers bloom?
“What’s Bloom?”
I hadn’t expected an answer, but one came anyway.
[The woman you are involved with becomes more beautiful.]
[Her elasticity and sexual sensitivity improve.]
[The talents she possesses begin to blossom.]
So it made women prettier.
Well, I didn’t exactly need that, but...
Wait.
If they got prettier, wouldn’t women start clinging to me?
Maybe I could even make money off it.
If sleeping with me made them more beautiful, they wouldn’t need plastic surgery anymore. Especially women from the upper class.
This time, I’d invest in making money.
“Foresight. Spend 200 coins each on Bloom.”
[Foresight. Using 200 coins on Bloom.]
[Coins remaining: 484.]
Foresight and Bloom both rose to level 2.
Charm had hit Lv. 2 right away, too.
By then it was already 1 p.m.
I got out of the car and headed into the studio.
Filming was in full swing on set.
I watched for a moment.
It was a scene where the female lead, Kim Ji-yeon, was butting heads with her second sister-in-law. The two of them didn’t get along in real life either.
“Are you lecturing me right now?”
“I’m sorry, but what you just said, what you’re saying now...”
The other actress stumbled over her line.
“Cut! Eunseo, what’s wrong? Are you sick or something?”
“No. I’m sorry, Director.”
The actress playing Eunseo had gone deathly pale.
“Director, I’m going to the restroom for a second.”
“How many times is that today? Go on, hurry up.”
The actress hurried off.
The director turned to Kim Ji-yeon.
“Are you really going to keep starting fights on set?”
“Me? No, Director, I’m really not.”
“Ha... I’m losing my mind.”
Kim Ji-yeon looked at him with all the wounded innocence in the world.
What the hell had she done now?
She was especially bad while working on this drama.
“We’ll take a short break!”
Kim Ji-yeon came down from the set.
She’d been staring at me on her way over, so I followed her into the waiting room. Her expression changed the moment she got inside.
“Go buy me an iced Americano.”
“We’re about to shoot. When am I supposed to drink it? If you want melted ice, there’s water right here.”
“I said go buy it, so buy it!”
I sat down in front of Kim Ji-yeon as she glared at me.
“Did you fight with Eunseo?”
“She keeps stirring things up. People have even told me I’m rude to my face, you know.”
“Weren’t you the one who started it?”
“Whose side are you on?”
She hadn’t been like this a few years ago.
After her drama became a massive hit two years ago and she shot up to top-star status overnight, she’d changed. Maybe the pressure had gotten to her.
“You’re sensitive right now. You’re overreacting to every little thing. What’s built up inside you? What’s really bothering you?”
Kim Ji-yeon didn’t answer.
“You said you wanted to talk after filming. We need to sort it out, or at least clear your head.”
“It’s not something that can be cleared just like that!”
Her eyes started to glisten.
Did she really not have anyone else she could talk to?
“Fine. I’ll get you the Americano.”
“Forget it. I don’t want it.”
“Hey!”
I snapped at her.
Ji-yeon covered her face as if she might cry, then forced herself to hold it in.
If she cried and her eyes puffed up, filming would be a nightmare.
“I’m going to go get some air after the shoot.”
“Yeah. That’ll at least help.”
I stood to leave, but then—
“Park Jungsu.”
I looked back.
“Come with me. To get some air.”
“All right.”
I left the waiting room.
Honestly, a manager wasn’t a healer.
I was on my way back to the car when the stylist came running up.
“Oppa.”
“Do you know something?”
“Unnie’s uncomfortable around people. Ever since she heard the other actresses talking behind her back.”
“What were they saying?”
“That she wasn’t really top-star level.”
I nodded.
“Got it. Go back inside, Ji-hye.”
“Okay.”
She’d been hurt over that kind of petty female jealousy?
Kim Ji-yeon was a woman too—didn’t she know how women were?
There had been something Ji-yeon had always been worrying about, and the gossip from her fellow actresses had only been the spark.
She was sick of always acting the same way, sick to death of it. She probably hadn’t had a boyfriend in ages, either. Hiding who she really was and living the fake life of a top star.
All the things piled up inside her had finally blown apart at once.
Everything that had been pressing down on her had come crashing down together.
*
Saturday, 8 p.m.
Ji-yeon and I were at the Namhan River.
We’d eaten braised chicken soup at a restaurant by the river, but even with sunglasses on, she was still getting recognized, so we hadn’t even finished and ended up coming back to the car.
“God, this is annoying. Seriously.”
“Then just eat comfortably. Why bother caring so much? If you don’t want to lose your top-star image and you don’t want to lose an ordinary life, that’s just greed. Either accept it and live, or don’t.”
Ji-yeon shot me a glare.
“As if I don’t know that?”
“You haven’t changed from the ordinary you you used to be. You just can’t live that way anymore, so it’s hard, isn’t it?”
No answer. So I was right.
“Are you going to spend your whole life wearing a glittering mask? No matter what mistake you make, you’re still a top star. You’re human. Of course it’s going to happen.”
She looked at me again.
“Just live as yourself. Not as a star, as an actress.”
Ji-yeon let out a soft sigh.
She knew herself that she was being spoiled and ungrateful.
“I want to eat properly for once.”
“Wherever you go, people will recognize you.”
“There has to be somewhere without people.”
“It’s Saturday. Everywhere will be crowded.”
“Then just drive somewhere, anywhere.”
I started driving.
“So what did you want to say to me?”
“You suddenly started speaking casually, so...”
Ha...
“Just go home.”
“I don’t want to go back yet. I want to drink.”
I glanced at Ji-yeon.
What exactly was she trying to do?
I’d come here today because she’d called me and told me to clear my schedule.
If we were just going to eat and go home, why drag me all the way out here?
“You... like me?”
“Are you crazy?”
“Then why did you ask me to go get some air? Why the hell did you call me here, then? You want to sleep with me or something?”
“What?”
Ji-yeon’s eyes widened.
She looked flustered, her pupils shaking.
“A top star is still a person. Of course she has a sex drive. You don’t have a boyfriend, and you can’t just hook up with anyone.”
She looked so stunned her mouth fell open.
“If you want to, just say you want it. I’d obviously be happy to do it with you. I’m your manager, and I’m the person who’s supposed to protect you. I’m the safest person in the world.”
Ji-yeon even let out a hollow laugh.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
“You can be honest with me. You can drop the mask. You can be comfortable with at least one person, can’t you?”
I pulled onto a deserted country road and cut the engine. It was so dark around us I couldn’t see a thing.
“Why’d you stop the car? Why’d you turn it off?”
I unzipped my pants and took my cock out.
At the sight of it, Ji-yeon’s eyes went round and she hurriedly turned her head away.
“Wh-what are you doing right now?”
“I figured this is the only way I can get you to be honest. Try touching it, even if it’s just for show. If you don’t touch it, I’m quitting.”
“Hey, Park Jungsu...”
Ji-yeon’s voice was shaking.
“Go on, grab it first.”
I pulled her hand toward me.
She fought hard to yank it back, but maybe it hurt her, because she finally gave up and relaxed her grip. Her hand closed around my cock at once.
The moment she touched it, Ji-yeon jumped.
“How is it? Huge, right? Did you maybe. come here because you already knew my dick was massive?”
“What are you even saying? How would I know that!”
“Did Sang-ah tell you?”
Only then did Ji-yeon look at me again.
“You’re sleeping with Joo Sang-ah?”
“Every time I go on schedule. She absolutely loves it. Besides, sex with me makes her prettier.”
“What do you mean, prettier?”
Ji-yeon’s left hand was still wrapped around my cock.
It was so thick her index and middle fingers didn’t even touch.
Her gaze dropped to it.
Whenever the headlights passed by, she could see it clearly.
“See how thick it is?”
“What do you mean, sex makes her prettier?”
“You’ll know if you try it. Move your hand up and down.”
I moved it for her.
Her pussy had probably been soaking already, what with all the floral scent filling the car and all.
My cock kept growing harder and larger.
“Oh my!”
“Try sucking it. If you won’t, then let go. I’m not doing your schedule ever again. If you can’t take it, call the police for all I care.”
I was about to pull my hand away when...
Ji-yeon stared at me for a long moment, then leaned down.
She looked at my cock as if it were some strange, fascinating thing.
After staring for a while, she stuck out her tongue.
She gave the tense, exposed head a light lick.
Then, stealing another glance at me, she took the head into her mouth.
Carefully, she started sucking.
I slipped a hand under Ji-yeon’s sweatshirt as she bent over me, pushed her bra up, and fondled her breast.
Her nipple was already hard as a pebble.
Ji-yeon’s chest was actually pretty big.
Maybe all she’d been bottling up was sexual frustration.
Dating was risky and annoying, but she still wanted sex. And she was already drunk on Charm, too.
“Ahhhh...”
Ji-yeon reached a hand under the back of her long skirt.
My own hand slipped into her panties and down over her ass.
“Ah, not there.”
Her pussy was wet, slick with desire.
It was drenched in sticky fluid.
The bottom of her panties was soaked through, too.
My fingers rubbed her clit, then slipped into her cunt. The ridges of her inner walls trembled around me.
“Aah...”
Ji-yeon twisted her body restlessly.
“Our Ji-yeon’s been starving for a while, huh.”
“I hate it when you talk like that. Ahhh...”
Slick, squelching, slick, squelching.
My middle finger danced inside the pussy of a top-star actress. Ji-yeon had my cock in a tight grip, too.
“Go easy. It hurts.”
“Sorry. Ahhh, it feels too good.”
Ji-yeon trembled all over, then lifted her face and kissed me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth first.
Braised chicken soup. Hahaha.
She let go of my cock and tried to cling to me, but I moved first, climbing over into the back seat.
Ji-yeon’s face was red as well as she followed me over.
I sat down first.
Then I pulled her onto my lap so she was facing me.
“I don’t like doing it in a place like this.”
“Then should we go to a hotel? A top star?”
“I... am I still a top star?”
“You’re world-class. What kind of question is that...”
Ji-yeon kissed me.
It was the reaction of someone who had desperately wanted reassurance.
I grabbed my cock and ground it against Ji-yeon’s wet pussy. Then I pushed it in.
“Aah...!”
When the head pressed against the opening of her womb, Ji-yeon’s lower belly rippled in waves. Her pussy had a lot of elasticity.
“Wow. Ji-yeon, you taste so good.”
“Stop talking like that. Ah...”
Ji-yeon only kept kissing me as I drove into her.
Maybe the feeling of being filled alone was enough to make her happy.
Then she gave my hip a little smack.
“Ah! Too deep, baby.”
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
My cock shoved against her womb from the inside and stabbed at her organs. It felt like a thick, hot snake had slipped into her belly.
Slowly, I drove my hips, thrusting into her.
Ji-yeon clung to me as if she were hanging on for dear life.
Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Aah...”
Having sex with Kim Ji-yeon, the top-star actress.
It was the moment my life changed.
“Ji-yeon, want to go to a pool villa?”
“Mmnh. Yes.”