Ignited by a Drop of Blood
The trainee, Han Seoah, froze up for a moment, unsure how to react.
An autograph? She wanted an autograph from me, her manager?
Thinking it had to be a mistake, he glanced behind him, but no one was there. The girl was asking him for his autograph.
She pulled out her phone and opened the notes app. Then she pressed down to pop out the stylus and held it out to him. That's a discontinued old model.
"Um... could I get your autograph, please?"
"I think you've got the wrong guy. I'm a manager. I work on the fifth floor with the actors."
"Eek! You're not an actor?"
If there was an actor who looked like him, that would be annoying in its own way. Or maybe she'd seen his face and assumed he was an actor, going straight for the autograph. Either way, she was definitely a scatterbrain.
"Hiiing, sorry! I've seen you passing by a few times, and you're so handsome I thought you were an actor..."
Lately, he had been sticking around the building more often.
He nearly yelped in shock. The voice had finally approved a partner—and not even in a tempting situation!
Only then did her appearance truly register.
A cute, chubby-cheeked face perfect for a girl group fairy that would make fans swoon; breasts perky and just the right size—not ideal for paizuri but beautifully shaped; a slim waist supported by firm, plump hips; thighs he wanted to bury his face in, paired with healthy calves in perfect harmony.
She was a pretty girl. But unlike with noonas, there was no surging urge. She just gave off a vibe like a little sister he wanted to pat on the head.
"Since we crossed paths like this, should I just sign it? Who knows? Maybe I'll make it big as an actor someday."
"Hehe, then do it! If you really become a star, you can't forget I'm your number one fan!"
"What's your name?"
"Seoah. Han Seoah."
"A trainee?"
"Yeah! I'm definitely making the debut lineup this time!"
She flashed a pure, innocent smile, throwing up a V-sign with her fingers. Such a bright girl. Hey, voice. I don't get horny for little-sister types like this.
With her retriever-level stickiness, he got close to Seoah in no time. She'd been a trainee for just over a year, dropping out of high school to chase her girl group dream, but she was legally an adult who'd graduated last year.
"Ah, Hotty. Hehe, no snacks today?"
These days, she called him "Hotty"—short for handsome manager oppa. After he'd snuck her snacks past the trainers a few times, now she straight-up asked for them.
"Watch your pronunciation. Sounds like 'suck well'."
"Hehe, who knows if I do suck well?"
Her straightforward personality let her roll with dirty jokes easily. She was evolving into a mix of little sister and bestie vibes. No wonder he felt zero lust.
After that, the voice kept pushing relentlessly: She's tasty, why not eat her? Stick it in and she'll die for it. First time, it'd be fresh. Same pattern as when it called someone nasty—it nagged until he did it, or so he thought.
But the approvals were different. If he brushed it off apathetically, it shut up right away. At most, it'd nudge once in a while.
Since it approved, it's leaving it up to me?
Passing the practice room, he saw Seoah slumped despondently in a corner. She'd bombed the debut showcase again.
They were prepping a five-member girl group for next year. Two spots were nearly locked, leaving three up for grabs in a brutal competition among the candidates.
With monthly evals and showcases carrying massive weight, poor Seoah always choked on stage, never showing her true skill.
Her vocals and dance in practice were impressive even to a layman like him. If she performed like that for judges, anyone would slot her into the lineup.
But in front of company execs and trainers, her moves got noticeably sluggish. He knew the feeling better than anyone—camera shyness hit him hard too.
"Bombed again? Death's all over your face."
"Hweeng, Hotty~ I thought it'd go well this time, but I screwed up again. I wanna die for real."
"Don't die over that crap. If you weren't a trainee, I'd buy you a drink and tell you to shake it off. Shame."
"Don't just say it—buy me one."
"What about your dorm?"
"Mom's birthday tomorrow, so I'm crashing home tonight. Got permission from manager noona too."
One drink, then taxi her home. Easy.
"Alright, then this handsome bro's buying you a stiff one. Hahaha."
To avoid eyes at a company spot, he took her to a pub a bit farther out.
"Kaa~ Drinking with Hotty makes the booze go down even better."
She'd been moping earlier, but one drink and she was all smiles. Her speech was getting sloppier too. No way she was drunk already?
Her face was flushed, but she held the conversation fine. They laughed, chatted, clinked glasses nonstop—until her phone rang and she stepped out.
That's when the voice echoed in his head.
You told me not to before. She's really not my type!
He'd blurted it out without thinking. After constant nos, a sudden yes felt unfair—he wanted to snap back. He'd never seen it as something he could talk to, but the booze must've loosened his guard.
How? By messing with my senses like last time?
He hated anyone puppeteering him. Especially his libido—who did he think he was, Asmodeus? Only doing it when approved made sense, sure.
Are you insane, voice?
She wasn't a vampire—what bullshit? Then a sharp sting hit his fingertip. Looking closely, something had grazed it. Blood beaded up fast.
I'm not some sex maniac—why should I buy this crap?
Weirdly chill retreat for once. When had talking to the voice become this natural?
He was hunting for something to wipe it with when Seoah returned from her call and spotted the cut.
"Kyaa! Hotty! Blood, blood!"
"Must've scraped it somewhere. No biggie—don't freak."
"No biggie? What if germs get in? Wait here."
Ignoring him, she dashed out—probably to a pharmacy or convenience store for bandages.
Her beer glass caught his eye. A drop in there, and he wouldn't even have to feed her directly.
He had zero plans to sleep with her, but curiosity gnawed: why blood? Was there something special in his?
There's a Western proverb: Curiosity killed the cat. A warning that excessive curiosity can be dangerous—and the fact it exists means plenty ignored it anyway.
In the end, he couldn't resist. A few drops into her glass.
Seoah returned soon after, tenderly bandaging the cut. Like a doting little sister fussing over her big bro. How could he lust after a girl like this?
"Alright, last round—cheers. Thanks to Hotty, I'm feeling better. Hehe."
She downed it with a satisfied smack of her lips. He waited, wondering if anything would change. Nothing. Figures. He drained his own—
—Thump!
How good would those moist lips feel sucking my cock?
—Thump!
Those luscious tits must be hiding nipples begging for my mouth.
—Thump!
Licking that snowy underarm would taste like sweet honeycomb.
—Thump!
I wonder what moans she'd make if I tickled between her toes then sucked them.
—Thump!
I wanna slide my fingers into her dripping pussy and feel those folds.
—Thump!
What the hell? Was he seriously lusting after Seoah right now?
"Hotty. It's so hot in here... can we get outta here quick?"
He wasn't alone. Seoah's face burned red, her breaths coming ragged and heavy. Every little move screamed sensuality—nothing else filled his mind.
So this was what that bitch voice meant.
Outside, his excitement cooled a bit, but the craving lingered.
Seoah walked beside him, head down, fidgeting with her fingers. Probably thinking the same. The question was endure or act—but deciding wasn't easy.
He had plenty of experience, half-living with noonas. But she screamed virgin at first glance. Plus, a prized company trainee. Not someone to just push down on a whim.
"So... what're we gonna... do now?"
Back to polite speech. She was tense.
"Seems like we're on the same page, so I'll be straight: I wanna do it with you."
Silence stretched. Had he misread?
"B-But... it's my first time."
"Meaning you don't wanna give it to a guy like me?"
"No! I'm worried you'll be disappointed 'cause I'm no good..."
He chuckled. Worrying about the dumbest thing.
"Unbelievable. You're offering your first, and you're worried about disappointing me? You think too highly of me."
"R-Really?"
"Whatever. You're cool with it then. Don't blame me if you end up disappointed later."
"Uung, with Hotty as my first, no way I'll be disappointed!"
Then came a whisper, barely audible.
'I want it so bad right now...'