An Eye for an Eye, Tooth for a Tooth
The drama filming drags on endlessly. In the meantime, I live with Lee Seoyeon, steadily building her affection. Thanks to that, her favor toward me surpasses 85—higher than Jeong Ria's, second only to Kim Nayun among the women I know.
She's currently working under a one-person agency, but word must have spread during this drama shoot. Scouts approach her left and right. She's always received solid reviews in the drama scene, so it's no surprise. Some offers come from agencies with decent reputations—not quite on KM's level, but respectable.
Yet Seoyeon subtly hints at wanting to join BOZ.
"Should I join BOZ too?"
After sex, as we cuddle in the afterglow, Lee Seoyeon asks.
"Why?"
"Just... because of you."
"Hmm..."
Lee Seoyeon joining BOZ? The company would welcome her with open arms. Their actor pool tops out with Kim Jiwu, who's only done a few supporting roles in films.
If Seoyeon joins, she'd be the agency's top actress. She'd get all the care and attention.
But later, maybe. Right now? Not particularly.
BOZ isn't my company, after all—it's Seoyeong Group's. Besides, I plan to take it over using Cha Serin. Seoyeon joining comes after that.
"Don't join just yet."
"Why?"
"I've got plans. Come later."
She nods like she gets it, without pressing for reasons. Her strong trust in me shines through.
When shooting scenes for the perfect man, I stick with Seoyeon. For company business, I crash at my partners' places. As filming nears its end, I finally head home after what feels like over a month away.
"Gotta clean first thing."
Dust must be everywhere. Today's schedule: cleaning followed by rest.
"Time to grab a meal with Hye-ryeong noona. Sex... let's skip."
Squeezed dry a few times daily, even my B-rank stamina hits its limit. Upgrading to A costs a whopping 30,000 IP. Shine Candy's new mini-album and Ria help earn IP, but 30k is impossible. My monthly production barely hits 2,000. Without achievement IP, I'd hesitate to buy even a character scan voucher.
Need to boost IP production fast.
This is after Shine Candy's mini-album bumped it up a bit. I need to nurture other groups into IP mines, but filming ate my time.
At least it's wrapping up.
Time to return as singer-songwriter Han Jimin.
Mulling future plans, I enter home—and hear movement inside. I live alone?
"Oh my, who's this?"
"Huh?"
Jeong Hye-ryeong pokes out from the kitchen, lips pursed. Looks like she's been managing the place in my absence. A quick glance shows it's spotless.
"Isn't this the homeowner gone over a month? Or wait, am I the homeowner?"
She narrows her eyes, glaring playfully—voice dripping with aegyo.
I pull her into a hug nonchalantly.
Planned to rest, but no way now. Gotta thank such a devoted woman properly.
"Sorry, noona. Drama kept me swamped."
"Yeah. You're a total star now... eek! Hands off!"
My hand naturally cups her massive breast. She squirms like rejecting it, but her lips curve up.
I grope more, then scoop her up princess-style.
"Kyaa?!"
"Hubby's home after so long—time to catch up."
"My husband's Kim Chaeyeon, not Han Jimin."
"Then bring Chaeyeon noona too. Make you both my wives."
"How? Kyaa!"
I lay her on the bed and climb over. Seeing her after so long stirs conquest—my cock throbs eagerly.
"I'll pound you till you scream you're mine. Like always, noona."
"I'm weak for handsome guys..."
Her voice laced with mischief, she spreads her legs slowly. Her hand reaches down, strokes my cock, rubs it against her slit. Already soaked after so little time.
"Haa... you have no idea how much I missed this."
"Me? Or this?"
"Both...! Heut?!"
I thrust in fully; she exhales sharply, smiling in satisfaction. Pure seduction on her face. Hot as hell.
I slam deep, hips pounding.
"Eungk...! Haak! Ah! Aah! Honey—! Harder, harder... faster!!!"
Tasting cock after so long? She's flooding—not dripping, gushing. Each buck sends splashes flying with wet slaps.
But Hye-ryeong doesn't last long despite the break.
"Huuuuk!!!"
I piston relentlessly; her pussy clamps tight. Her expression slackens in bliss, breaths ragged.
No chance.
"Kyaaak! Aaak! H-honey! I-I'm cumming... cumming!"
"Dare cum alone? Squeeze even if you do—my turn too?"
"Eut! Ueut! Aaaaang!"
Not perfect rhythm, but she clenches hard to please me.
"Ahk! Honey! I'm dying...! Ak! Aaa! Aaang!"
I grip her waist, stabbing deep. We switch positions repeatedly, asserting male dominance, until I collapse on the bed.
...Can't anymore. For real.
Even if Chaeyeon visits tonight, I'm done. No more Cowper's fluid to squeeze.
Lying face-down, Hye-ryeong's hand kneads my shoulder. Round two? No—massage.
"Mmm... where'd you learn this?"
"A good wife knows all the tricks."
She kneads my shoulders, then sits up.
"Speaking of, I prepared something for your return."
"...?"
"Lie still."
She scurries to the living room, bustling. What now?
Curious, but post-sex laziness wins. Soon she returns, sliding a cushion under my head.
"There, hubby. Get comfy face-down?"
Honey, darling, hubby—endless pet names. I comply; she wipes me with a warm towel. Simple act melts my body.
Squelching sounds next. I peek: she's slathering massage oil on herself. Then she oils me with her whole body. Her hard nipples? Insane sensation. Palms press broad strokes on neck and shoulders—filming fatigue dissolves.
"Hoo..."
"Good?"
"Amazing. Seriously, where?"
"One of 100 skills for a woman to win a man's love. Bride academy taught tons. Like it?"
"Love it."
I thumbs-up. No joke—perfection.
She rubs shoulders rhythmically, kneads like dough. Then firm-but-perfect pressure on back and spine, tracing from shoulders to waist with care.
"Uaa... heaven."
"Feels good?"
"Incredible."
Delighted, her movements lighten. She stretches leg muscles, smacks my ass lightly.
"Flip over, please."
I do; she's oiling up again. Too cute, too lovable—I yank her close.
"Kyat?!"
Oil squirts, staining us.
"Noona, why so adorable?"
"I'm all-in for you, hubby."
Doesn't matter. I grind against her, steal a kiss. Deep, lingering. She resumes oiling with her body, then teases with hands and tongue.
"Huu..."
Unholy sex massage? Whatever—mind-blowing.
She heats me up head to toe, descends to my instinctively hard cock, swallows it smoothly.
"Ah, damn!"
"Wuup?!"
Three more loads, inevitably. Last one: nothing left.
* * *
"So today's a rest day? Thought you'd finally dust off the cobwebs..."
Gathered at my place after ages, Kim Chaeyeon eyes Jeong Hye-ryeong wistfully.
"How could I enjoy without my husband?"
"Who? Mine's Han Jimin right here."
"...Wow."
Chaeyeon gapes at Hye-ryeong defending me. Over Hye-ryeong's kimchi jjigae, I chime in.
"Day after tomorrow? I'll hug you plenty."
"Promise? No more touching myself starting now."
Her eyes sparkle—dead serious about sex. Women awakened in this reversed world are terrifying.
"How'd you make it here? Schedule's insane, right?"
"Drama's wrapping."
"Ah! The Perfect Man? With Lee Seoyeon? Done already?"
"How'd you know? Promo?"
"Promo too, but obviously."
Hye-ryeong nods; Chaeyeon agrees.
"He's the man who took our firsts."
True—the only one to fuck their pussies raw.
"Gone a month, thought you got a girlfriend..."
"Well, I did."
They stare.
"For real? Who?"
No jealousy—just curiosity. I spill casually.
"Lee Seoyeon."
"No wonder you skipped home... conquering her with your dick."
"That's why no cum earlier? She drained you dry?"
They tease; I chuckle.
Truth: Hye-ryeong couple aren't key for Entertainment Management goals. But I won't ditch them. Thought they'd fade naturally, but today's massage changed that. Talent aside, I'll keep them till the end. Later, my own company—make Hye-ryeong my secretary.
We laugh heartily over dinner, then head to her place. My bed's oil-ruined. Sleeping three ways, Chaeyeon gropes slyly—unsatisfied—but we save it for later. B-rank stamina can't handle endless sex.
Commuting via Hye-ryeong couple, the day of the KBC Music Festival arrives.