Crossing the Line
Does she sing better than me? Kang Do-hyun had just crossed the line. Jimin quickly searched Lee Seoyeon on his phone and confirmed it.
'I thought she was just some rookie actress they hired for entertainment...'
No, she wasn't. Lee Seoyeon was a mid-tier actress who'd built a solid reputation through various dramas. Her acting career was far superior to Kang Do-hyun's. He had no idea why someone like her was dragged into this mess, but...
"Hey, Kang Do-hyun. Do you think I'm one of your possessions or something?"
She didn't look forcibly brought here. He didn't know the exact reason, but anyway. What Kang Do-hyun had just said had clearly struck a nerve with her pride. No wonder—telling an actress like her to just spread her legs.
"...Why? Don't you like handsome guys? The one next to you is pretty hot. Right up your alley, isn't he?"
Lee Seoyeon bit her lower lip at Kang Do-hyun's words. He was right. Han Jimin? Yeah, he's exactly my type. There wasn't a single male actor at KM Entertainment with that level of perfection. Not even top stars like Choi Ji-hoon or Lee Jun-ho measured up.
Since the opportunity had arisen, she'd been hoping he'd show a little interest so she could play hard to get and fall into his arms. 'If only that one part measures up, it'd be perfect...'
It didn't matter. Even if his dick was small, a face like that would never get boring.
But all of this was supposed to happen on her terms, not according to Kang Do-hyun's whims.
'That fucking bastard...'
She'd been willing to play nice because of his good looks, but this crossed the line.
"Seoyeon, calm down. It's not just us here, you know?"
The manager, who looked to be in her mid-thirties, was desperately trying to smooth things over. But the spoiled brat who'd always gotten his way showed no signs of backing down.
"No, Manager. Why'd you even bring Lee Seoyeon here?"
"Do-hyun, please..."
"Let's be real—she can just fuck him once and we get the song...!"
Thwack!
A crystal whiskey glass smashed into Kang Do-hyun's face. Jimin's head snapped around. It was Lee Seoyeon, her face twisted in rage.
"...Oof."
Kang Do-hyun's collapsing face played out in slow motion. She'd nailed him right under the eye—a perfect pitch.
Lee Seoyeon. I like you.
* * *
As expected, the reception ended in total disaster. Amid the chaos, Jimin slipped out of the room unnoticed. He tapped out a quick message to Choi Nahee.
This wasn't their first rodeo hooking up like this. NBC was banking hard on this blockbuster drama...
And they cast the lead actor through connections. Fucking hell.
"Guess that kills the OST deal."
With things turning out like this, no way his OST would air properly.
Kang Do-hyun might back out midway. But Jimin didn't like that. Thinking back to PD Hong slinking away earlier made his blood boil again.
'Gotta drop it as a digital single right away.'
Releasing it with Ria wouldn't be bad either. Sure, leaning on Foxy and Ria's name value was part of it, but the song was good enough that fans would forgive it. Plus, this body of his was handsome as hell.
He was just about to cut ties and leave when the inner door opened. Lee Seoyeon stormed out, panting, then spotted him and widened her eyes.
"You haven't left yet?"
"Was gonna, but I kinda like your fiery side, so I thought I'd grab your number before I go."
"Hmmm... Wanna step out for a sec?"
"What about inside?"
"See for yourself. My stomach's churning. I'll be outside."
As Lee Seoyeon headed out first, Jimin peeked into the room where Kang Do-hyun was.
"...That manager's got it rough."
Kang Do-hyun sat in the center like a king, chugging booze hard. The pretty manager was bent over his crotch, her head bobbing up and down. Sacrificing her body to calm the actor's rage. A true professional, right?
"Nah. In a world without men... maybe it's a reward?"
He watched for a moment, then headed outside. Lee Seoyeon was lighting a cigarette.
"Wanna smoke?"
She nodded, and he pulled one from his pocket. He put the filter in his mouth and looked at her. She was inhaling smoke and eyed him—want a light? Instead, he just pressed his cigarette to her lips.
"...You startled me."
He lit up and took a delicious drag. He noticed her brushing her chest.
"What's up?"
"First time seeing a guy smoke like this."
"Hmmm."
Lee Seoyeon's eyes fixed on the man shrugging his shoulders. She couldn't stop admiring him no matter how many times she looked. Even smoking was photoshoot material.
"What happened inside? Can I ask?"
"Eh... I lost. It's a shitty world—if you ain't got a dick, you lose."
Looked like Lee Seoyeon had backed down a step. This reverse world gave men real power, no doubt. Made him think he needed to watch himself too. Not Kang Do-hyun, but any future guys he tangled with.
'To get the harem ending in this world like entertainment management...'
He'd have to outdo the talented guys, the rich ones, and anyone with a dick.
In that sense, KM was a major obstacle. If they could pressure networks with their stable of acting guys, their power was no joke. And with Lee Seoyeon, it wasn't just male actors on their radar.
'This is gonna be a hassle.'
Now that he'd burned bridges...
First boost his fame, then expand into acting. That way, they couldn't touch him. Bottom line: popularity solved everything.
Bzzz.
His phone vibrated. It was Choi Nahee. Her message said she was ready—her intentions were obvious. The slave was heating up after so long without her master. He was thinking of heading over anyway.
"Mind putting your number in?"
"...Here."
Lee Seoyeon stared at the phone Jimin held out. An old model with a crack in the screen. At least four or five years old.
'Guys at his level usually have dozens of sponsors, right?'
Her eyes scanned his clothes. 'Not high-end brands... H&M? Isn't that mid-low end?'
She didn't know. She'd never paid attention to the brand. Thought it was cheap for the value, but assumed luxury. Faces completed any fashion.
'No sponsors?'
His outfit suggested as much. Surprising. Most guys his age juggled multiple women as standard.
'Rookie composer, but they say his skills are insane.'
So he didn't need to lean on women. He knew his own worth. Nothing like Kang Do-hyun.
'Could've spent the night together if that fucking asshole hadn't run his mouth.'
As Jimin pocketed the phone, Lee Seoyeon swallowed her regret and puffed her cigarette.
Then came the unexpected ambush.
"Why'd you call it shitty?"
"Eh, whatever... Don't sweat it. Not my first rodeo."
"Still, if you need dick, hit me up."
"Got it... Huh?"
Her brain screeched to a halt. Jimin tapped the cheek of the frozen Lee Seoyeon and walked off slowly.
* * *
"Ngh! Mmph...! Hn! Urk!"
"Fuck... Your ass really clamps down tight, huh?"
"Ah, aaah...! Use me however you want, Master... H-Harder...! You can go harder...! Hn! Hn!"
"Then arch that back properly!"
Smack! Her ass burned hot.
"Heek!"
Choi Nahee did her best to thrust her ass up. But holding out against Jimin's gravity-assisted pounding wasn't easy. His massive cock was truly wrecking her ass.
Truth be told, she'd only ever used anal beads a few times—never taken a dick there. Not even during her training.
And yet...
"Your ass is a virgin, huh?"
The new master loved it and pinned her down harder.
"Hng! Urk! Urk! Ah...! Ah!"
Pain and pleasure mixed, ruining her body. She felt like a total fucktoy.
Choi Nahee thrashed her hips back, getting railed until she lost her mind.
"S-Stop...! Ahng! Ahng! Aaah! Aak! M-Master! Master! I'm cumming! Nahee's cumming...! Ah! Aaaah...!"
As his climax built, her writhing intensified. He fingered her gaping pussy while buried deep in her ass, driving her insane.
"Clamp tighter."
"Ah, nooo...! No! No!"
He gripped her hard, immobilizing her, then worked his hands and hips relentlessly.
"Ooooh! Oh! Ah! Aak! Aak! Aaaaaah! Aak! Aak! M-Mas...! Master! I! Can't hold...! No! Aaaaaah! Aak!"
Her whole body convulsed like a beast on the bed. Fingers and toes curled, abs clenching and releasing in spasms.
Then, "Aaaaaah! Ah! Ah! Oooooh! Ooooo!!!"
Squiiiirt!
A long wail and a gush of squirt. She'd already orgasmed, but he pounded harder. He wondered what happened when pleasure pushed someone over the edge. Normal stamina couldn't sustain it, but Stamina C-grade should manage. Especially since it was just her.
"S-St-Stop...! Stop...! Master...! Oh! Oh! Ooooooh...!!!"
The relentless fuck ended with Choi Nahee pissing herself. Good thing it was at the end, or he'd have nowhere to sleep.
"This is gonna be a pain to clean."
"Ah, aaah..."
On the wrecked bed, frog-legged Choi Nahee trembled nonstop. The orgasm high hadn't faded. Her eyes were rolled back.
"Thought that face was just porn exaggeration, but damn, it's real."
He slapped her huge tits, drawing a pained moan. While waiting for her to recover, he checked his phone.
Messages from the Shine Candy girls piled up—mostly "miss you" vibes. They were prepping a mini-album alongside Blush activities. Couldn't drop Blush while it charted, so had to work them hard.
'Where's Blush at now?'
Mango Chart: still #1. Showing up in the promo vid was genius. No way it'd blow up without that marketing. Great song, sure, but his looks carried it far.
He found Jeong Hye-ryeong in his contacts. Her profile: her and wife Kim Chaeyeon on either side, happy faces, tongues out toward his dick. Obviously his cock, a multi-profile just for him. Same for Chaeyeon. Clicking showed pics of them all fucked by him—probably Hye-ryeong's shots.
No word yet from today's number, Lee Seoyeon. Made sense; she seemed proud, not the type for instant contact.
"...Ah."
A text from NBC's PD Hong too.
"Shameless bitch."
Deleted and blocked. No more dealings there.
As he scrolled, a presence warmed his shrunken cock.
"Mmm... Le-let me... clean it up for you..."
Dazed Choi Nahee was licking him clean. He got hard again and fucked her once more.