The Lust Ghost's Judgment

She had such a desperate look on her face. I couldn't just pretend not to notice. Of course, my answer was already decided.

"Thanks for thinking of me like that. My number one actress."

A smile bloomed across her serious face. The destructive power of this is no joke.

He buried his face in her breasts and licked her nipples. As they gradually took on a pretty color and shape, he started sucking on them like a baby.

"Ahaha, that tickles. Why do you like sucking on tits so much?"

"Because I couldn't suck on my mom's milk as a kid. And how can I not when these luscious boobs are right in front of me? Just think of it as a giant newborn latching on."

"Haang, what kind of newborn nurses so lewdly?"

Her delicate fingers began stroking his shaft. It looked like tonight would be longer than usual. A lot longer.

The place Bora introduced him to was much bigger than he'd expected.

JH Entertainment

It was an entertainment agency founded by Kim Jongho, who had been the manager for national actress Kim Juseon. That's why the company name was JH. Specializing in actors, it was packed with famous names anyone would recognize at the drop of a hat—Korea's top agency for actors.

With the K-POP boom pushing singers and idols to the forefront, they'd started grooming idols a few years back and achieved some solid results. The boy group Urban Seven, which dominated the music charts earlier this year, was under them, and they had a girl group in the works too.

He'd searched it up beforehand so he wouldn't seem insincere by knowing nothing after the introduction. That was the gist of it. The public disclosures suggested it used to be affiliated with the Oseong Group, but who knew now.

Whatever the internal politics, he'd figure it out gradually after starting.

"Whoa, I asked Bora for a manager recommendation, and she sends me an actor? With that face, how are you a manager? You should be starring in rom-coms."

The man grinning cheekily as he took the resume was Bang Chanhho, Bora's former manager and team leader. He'd thought the name sounded familiar, and sure enough, one word from him got ten back. Haa~

Still, since Bora said he was trustworthy, he'd be a solid lifeline in his company life. TMT—just let it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠go in one ear and out the other.

"Let me see... Whoa, Korea University grad. With that face and an elite degree? Aren't you overpowered, Jinho? Hahaha."

"I haven't graduated yet."

"Graduation's no big deal. Getting in is the real badge. Bora sent me a real gem."

"Please speak casually. I'm way below you."

"I'll switch once your probation's over. Being a manager sounds nice, but it's a brutal job. Highest turnover in the industry. Plenty quit after two or three days. I'll go casual when you're ready to stick it out with me long-term."

Not an easy gig if they were saying this to a newbie. Bora had told him to think of it as servant life for celebrities.

Of course, he'd come with that resolve, resume in hand. Starting from the bottom, he'd climb as high as he could, getting a full view of the company.

With that experience as his base, he'd build a kingdom for Bora. Small, but an impregnable one no one could touch. Road manager was just the first button.

"Since we started with actor managers, that's the bulk of our staff. My Actor Team 4 is mostly rookies; Teams 1 and 2 handle movies, Team 3 dramas..."

Was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this guy's idea of briefing on PhD level? He hadn't even started yet, but the man spent over an hour reciting every nitty-gritty detail. A total human Wikipedia.

"...That's the simple rundown on the company. We'll be spending lots of time together, so I'll fill you in bit by bit whenever."

Simple?

Newbie manager training wasn't much, but until assignments were set, he was stuck on temp fixes and mountains of miscellaneous tasks every day.

Monday, he'd punched the wrong nav and arrived late to the salon. Yesterday, a wardrobe mix-up had him sprinting from the parking lot to the fourth floor in five minutes—a personal record.

Now, after supporting a shoot that dragged into dawn, he was loading gear into the car trunk.

He prided himself on stamina, but he was so wiped he didn't notice the coordi approaching until she was right there.

"Jinho, you really can't tomorrow? I'm treating you to a nice dinner spot."

She'd been blatant about it for days now. He'd sensed it from first sight—this woman was hunting for a one-nighter. The sultry vibe trailing from her eyes screamed sex-specialist over romance.

Not officially dating Bora, a side dish like this now and then wasn't bad. As he moved to set a date,

Huh?

"What's tasteless?"

"Tasteless? It's a super famous restaurant."

It wasn't the coordi's words. A quick scan—everyone was busy with their own shit, no eyes on them. Who the hell said that?

"Didn't you hear 'no'? It was a woman's voice."

"Eek, don't reject me like that, Jinho. I mustered real courage."

Courage my ass. Everyone knows you're in heat.

As he hesitated, the voice kept insisting no in his head. Really tasteless. Weird food. It'll give you the shits. Waste of your dick. A medley of crap he couldn't ignore.

She scowled and turned away at his apology, and only then did the mystery voice vanish. Fuck, what the hell was that?

The coordi hit on him again a few days later. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Really horny, huh.

She'd just moved to a officetel and gave her address for a housewarming. Just the two of them, obviously. With that effort, maybe he'd bite... but the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠voice hit again.

Same pattern as before. It'd keep yapping till he refused? He wasn't losing twice to some unknown bullshit. Muttering curses, he'd fuck her just to spite it.

"Housewarming? That sounds..."

Suddenly, a foreign sensation washed over him. Her hot hand slyly on his arm turned slimy and gross. The sexy vibe from her eyes wrinkled into dried-up folds.

Even her provocative Lancôme Meridien perfume reeked of fish guts—he could barely breathe. Fuck, how could anyone fuck this bitch?

He had no choice but to say no. She glared like he was overreacting, and only then did the nauseating scene snap back. Still, his roiling guts sent him sprinting to the bathroom to puke, gasping for air after.

What the hell is happening to me?

Once could be coincidence or illusion, but twice meant suspicion.

Something was pre-tasting women approaching him, declaring no value and telling him not to bother. If he pushed, it warped his senses to kill the mood. Like a goddamn chastity belt.

Only he heard it, only he felt it—no point telling anyone. Would they even believe him? At best, "See a shrink."

Wait, shrink?

He hit an ENT first to check his ears. Couldn't say "voice telling me no sex" without sounding crazy, so he fudged it as hearing voices like tinnitus.

The doc tilted his head, ran tests, and reported.

"Your ears are fine. Tinnitus doesn't sound like voices. If it does, it's likely psychological. I'd recommend psychiatry."

True to his education, a long-winded "you're nuts." He'd expected no leads anyway. Fine, ears were good.

Next day, psychiatry. The waiting room surprised him—lots of young folks.

To the balding doc, he skipped sex details and said he heard others' voices. The guy nodded dryly.

"Sounds like auditory hallucinations, a schizophrenia symptom. Needs six months to confirm. Could be transient for you—come weekly for counseling. Report any oddities, no matter how small."

Not it either. No daily interference, fine with Bora. Only triggered by other women approaching—with all NOs so far.

Fuck, now I need permission to fuck? What the hell?