Wanted: A Handsome Guy Good with Masks and Acting
He steps into the composition room, fiddles with a rough draft, and returns to reality.
"......"
After a shower, morning sunlight begins streaming through the living room windows. It's past 9 a.m. Office workers would have long since headed to their jobs, but there's no sign of the two girl group leaders stirring.
He cracks open the bedroom door and peeks at the bed. They're tangled up together, fast asleep.
Just in case, he checks Kim Nayun and Jeong Ria's schedules through Choi Nahee. No sense causing them to miss appointments because of him—that'd just give everyone headaches.
Jeong Ria and Kim Nayun. Choi Nahee knows full well these two idols are head over heels for him. He'd created that vibe with them during songwriting sessions more than a few times—no way she wouldn't notice unless she was oblivious. He'd even mentioned it outright a few times when he first fucked her.
Anyway, having one of the company's power players as an obedient slave sure made things convenient.
With his urging, he sends a pic of his now-erect cock too. She's an exhibitionist at heart—these shots always thrill her. Sure enough,
Moments later, Choi Nahee sends a shot of her thrusting out her tits and spreading her pussy. The studio setting makes it cautious, but she's biting a Post-it with her mouth and snapping it crystal clear. If he ever caught her masturbating to his pic in there, he'd have to pound her on the spot.
"Anyway, feeding them lunch and sending them off should do it."
With things like this, he figures he might as well make breakfast and stands up.
This body's cooking skill is B-rank. And this one's not a bought skill—it's genuine talent.
"At least I learned something before getting out."
It's the result of army cook duty. He couldn't even boil ramen right back then, but feeding 300 guys daily made him improve whether he wanted to or not. And the officers? Total assholes. If it wasn't hotel-level in the barracks, they'd bitch right to your face. Hell, as a private, they once made him run laps in full gear because the food sucked.
Fucking pricks.
"I must've been nuts volunteering for cook duty thinking it'd just be making rice..."
He dug his own grave. Bottom line: he's pretty damn good at cooking. And he enjoys it. He'd invited the upstairs couple over a few times to show off, and they loved it so much they threw in bedroom service as thanks.
"Let's get started, then."
He starts with rice, then pulls miso from the fridge. It was empty when he first woke up in this world, but he's stocked it bit by bit.
First up: miso soup. Old-school meant anchovies and kelp for broth, but now it's easy with stock cubes. Dissolve the miso, add the cube, toss in veggies, boil, and season.
Next, the meat he bought the day before. Breakfast main: bulgogi. Might be heavy, but he believes every meal needs at least one meat dish.
Whip up a marinade with dark soy and minced garlic, marinate the beef, slice onions and green onions thin.
"Ten minutes to soak."
If he'd prepped last night, it'd be perfectly flavored—but he was too busy in a sex frenzy to think.
Didn't even feel hunger, just fucked nonstop.
Grab eggs from the fridge, mince leftover veggies, add a pinch of salt, mix. For rolled omelets.
Miso soup, bulgogi, kimchi, side dishes. The once-empty table fills up.
Using a wrist snap, he flips the omelet in the frying pan—then a startled voice from behind.
It was Ria.
"You're up?"
"Y-yeah... How'd you do that just now?"
"Huh?"
"That... flipping the omelet up like whoosh."
He demonstrates with his whole body, and she giggles.
"This?"
Another smooth snap-flip. Amazed, Ria claps.
He plates the omelet, and Ria sneaks up, hugging him from behind.
"I should've helped..."
"It's fine. I woke up early and wanted to."
"Mmm."
Her voice is misty, touched. Her reaction lifts his mood. Worth cooking.
"Almost done, so wake Nayun and bring her out."
"Okay!"
Then Nayun shuffles out, startles with a shriek. He calms her near-tears and seats her.
"Feels like it's been over a year since I had home cooking."
"Oppa, thank you so much. I'm so touched..."
"Cry and I won't make it again."
"Eek."
At the mock threat, she wipes her tears and beams.
"Whoa—it's so good!!!"
"For real? Aren't you too good at cooking?"
Reactions explode as they eat. In this reversed world, super female-heavy society, most guys probably don't touch water.
"Our Jimin's nothing like Changhoon."
"Him? Blaze's Shin Changhoon?"
"Why? Famous?"
"Famous for being extra. Won't even drink water himself—scared he'll hurt his hands."
"......Oh."
They chat company gossip over the meal. Foxy and Shine Candy's new albums come up.
"Nayun, yours drops next month?"
"Probably? Unnie?"
"We haven't even picked tracks. Discussing samples today... No clue. Nothing clicks."
Post-orgy, conversation flows easy. Sex bonds like that.
"Still? Producer Choi Nahee was muttering like you're aiming for next year."
"Yeah... Looks better that way. You guys go till year-end, we follow next year, snag the fans."
"Eighty?"
"They're on China concert tour till next summer."
Food vanishes fast. Starving for home cooking? Diet-managed idols, yet they devour it.
Post-meal, he hands them pills and herbal tea.
"Vitamins?"
"Yeah. The kind that make your body gorgeous."
No lie. IP Shop diet pills at 5 IP each.
They down the "vitamins" and tea, clear the table.
"I-I'll clean!"
"I'll do dishes!"
"No dishes from you two—just move the plates."
"B-but I do dishes well."
"Leave it."
He pets Nayun's pouty head. He hates others doing his dishes. They won't scrub to his standard, and plates end up in weird spots, pissing him off. Better to...
"Mm..."
His eyes roam Nayun and Ria in underwear. Cock stiffens again. Sleep and food sated—time for lust.
"Bed."
Brushing teeth, Nayun spots his bulge over her panties, darts to the bathroom. Moments later, she finishes at warp speed, kneels before him with eager eyes, acting spoiled. Sniffs his cock tip, lips wetting the fabric.
"Can I?"
"Yeah."
She dives in, slurping like a greedy popsicle.
Master bath door opens.
"...Already started?"
Ria climbs onto the bed, nestles in, offers her lips. Tongues tangle while Nayun sucks and licks furiously. Another frenzy unfolds—like last night, but today they're fused like with the Jeong-Eun couple threesome. All three stuck as one.
The two radiant idols bite and suck each other, scrambling to cling to him... No matter how much he cums, his cock won't quit.
Finally, after the heat, he heads to the company.
"What's this?"
Papers litter his studio desk. Down at the first-floor cafe, Oh Minseo waits, fans herself awkwardly, then eyes him.
"Ever done any acting?"
"???"
* * *
Acting. Conveying emotions, bringing characters to life, delivering the writer's story to viewers.
Over thirty years, he'd never tried. Middle school festival musical counts as his one-and-only if you stretch it.
But this world's Han Jimin? Different story. Emotional Immersion, Improvisational Acting, Script Analysis, Memorization Mastery—most acting skills hit S or A-rank.
With grit, conquering Chungmuro'd be a breeze. Not ten million first film, but five? Easy with a solid script.
"KBC production."
"Network TV?"
"Yeah. Need a male lead good with masks. Writer specifically named you."
"Hmm..."
"We got no acting success stories. Actor pool? Just actress Kim Jiwu with her supporting roles."
Oh Minseo's spiel drags: "Go to audition, show your face, leave. No acting needed—just show up?"
She wants him in this drama bad.
"What'd KBC offer?"
"...Positive on our girls in variety."
"Which?"
"Shine Candy."
"Yeah."
Makes him wanna skim the synopsis. Title...
"The Perfect Man?"
"Right. Sounds fun, huh?"
Lame title kills his interest.