Yoo Eun-ha Checks Her Bank Account
Yoo Eun-ha checked her bank account. A contract deposit of [100,000,000 won] had been wired in. Living expenses of [3,000,000 won] had also arrived. The company had provided her with dorms at [Chowon Officetel, Room 303]. It was a brand-new officetel building, a spacious 16 pyeong.
"Really? You actually signed with an entertainment company?"
"Yes."
"It's not some shady outfit, right? Not a multi-level marketing scam?"
"No, it's not. It's a great company. Do you know YSP Entertainment?"
"Never heard of it. First time."
"It's super famous."
Her mother couldn't easily believe her daughter had signed with an entertainment agency. Realistically, a girl over 130kg contracting with an entertainment company? It was impossible. It made no sense.
"Look at this."
Yoo Eun-ha searched YSP Entertainment on her phone and showed her skeptical mother.
"Huh? That guy? I've seen him somewhere before."
"CEO Yu Jin-seong. He's a hot topic right now."
"Ah! I remember! The young guy who took two whole fried chickens to go!"
"He did the same yesterday."
She explained the contract with CEO Yu Jin-seong in detail.
"Really? They're helping you lose four kilos?"
"Yes."
"What? 100 million? You got 100 million won as a signing bonus?"
"Yes."
"300 monthly for living expenses? And dorms too?"
"Yes."
The Yoo family was poor. Her father had passed away when she was young. Her mother was buried in debt. The fried chicken business wasn't thriving. Mother and daughter lived in a tiny annex attached to the shop. Yoo Eun-ha helped with her mother's work while scraping by on a meager salary.
"Mom, I'll pay off all your debts."
"No need. I have to pay my own debts."
"You've suffered so much raising me. Let me take care of it."
"I'm fine, really."
Her mother refused out of guilt, but she couldn't break Yoo Eun-ha's stubborn resolve in the end.
"Mom, let's live together in my officetel."
"Is that okay? Can I really stay there?"
"Of course. Let's live together. The CEO said it's fine."
The debt problem was solved. The housing issue was resolved too. It wasn't huge, but they could now live in a clean officetel.
"Wanna eat out for once? It's been ages."
At her mother's suggestion,
"No."
Yoo Eun-ha shook her head.
"Let's go for galbi. You love galbi, right?"
"No. I'm on a diet—no eating out."
"One day won't hurt."
"No. I promised the CEO I'd only eat packed lunches."
The word 'galbi' made her mouth water for a moment.
No. I can't eat it. I don't want to eat.
She shouted inwardly that she didn't want galbi.
Huh-?
It was truly bizarre. Her appetite vanished like magic. She no longer craved galbi. She didn't particularly want it anymore.
I'll just eat the diet lunches.
Truly, truly bizarre. Her mouth watered again. But not for galbi this time. It was for the lunchbox. She filmed it with her camera.
"This is my dinner. A refrigerated diet salad pack."
She read the salad pack description.
"It says it can be stored refrigerated for up to 8 days. No cooking needed—just eat. Price is 5,000 won each. Not cheap, but perfect for a healthy meal. Available on Y Shopping."
She filmed the salad pack.
"Wow! This is seriously delicious? Plenty of spicy pork stir-fry, strong smoky flavor. Veggies and homemade sauce pair perfectly. Veggies, nuts, quail eggs—super generous!"
The salad pack contents vanished in the blink of an eye.
Not enough.
It was plenty even for a man, but for Yoo Eun-ha, it was 2% short.
Dessert would make it perfect.
Cake or waffles would hit the spot.
No. Can't. Don't eat.
Truly strange. Her voracious appetite subsided.
Time for bed.
She fell asleep. Morning came. She took vitamins right after waking.
Feels light.
Her body had felt incredibly light since the day before yesterday.
Vitamin effects?
She was hungry. She filmed her lunchbox.
"This is my breakfast. Refrigerated diet lunchbox. Healthy with a generous carb-protein-fat ratio. Also from Y Shopping."
She tasted the refrigerated bulgogi lunchbox.
"Wow! Bulgogi is so good. Great texture, delicious sauce, lots of rice. Veggies and spicy sauce are amazing too! A hearty breakfast in itself!"
She finished eating.
She arrived at the company. Before exercise under the CEO's coaching,
[129.9kg]
Down again. 0.4kg yesterday, 0.6kg today.
"Eun-ha, walk slower."
The CEO coached her while,
"I'll run beside you."
The CEO did his own workout too.
Wow, insane.
Yoo Eun-ha couldn't stop admiring the CEO.
He's incredible.
His workout volume was beyond imagination.
So cool.
The CEO gritting his teeth in effort seemed to shine with light.
So, so, so cool!
After exercise, she ate a diet lunchbox with Jin-seong.
"How's the taste?"
"Delicious!"
"Any improvements?"
"None? Perfect!"
Afternoons were lessons. Acting with the instructors. Vocals, dance, ethics with the idol trainees.
"Huh? You have amazing acting talent?"
"Wow, sis, you're too good!"
She got rave reviews from acting teacher San Ho-seon and Jeong Ha-neul. Everyone was friendly and kind to Yoo Eun-ha.
"Whoa? Sis? Aren't you singing too well?!"
"Wow, impressive. You sing really, really well."
"Your tone is insane."
"Eek? Sis? Dancing better than Sua with that build?! Talent monster! Too much!!"
The idol trainees were the same. Even the vocal, dance, and ethics teachers were uniformly kind.
My old workplace...
The handsome department head had half-despised her for being ugly. No colleague had ever been kind. The brutal looks-based hierarchy had wounded her daily.
YSP employees were all kind, warm, and affectionate. A stark contrast to her old job.
More! I have to work harder!
Next day.
[129.5kg]
Day after.
[129.0kg]
[128.5kg]
[128.0kg]
0.5kg down each day.
I can do it! I can lose it!
Hope grew with each passing day.
Don't eat!
Exercise hard!
Study hard!
The CEO is so caring.
Ha-neul, Seol, Ye-jin, Jia, Sua, Jeong-tae, the teachers—everyone's so great.
After work, he headed to Secretary Han Jiyu's place.
He planned to game together again today.
"How about tteokbokki today?"
"Sounds good."
"You like street food?"
"Yes. Love it."
They ordered kimbap, rabokki, dumplings via delivery.
"Delivery every day?"
"Yep. Delivery every day. So tasty."
"Can you cook?"
"No? Can't even boil instant noodles. Don't know how to fry an egg."
"Got nagged a lot by your parents, huh?"
"Huh? How'd you know? Yeah, a ton."
She hated her parents' nagging so much she moved out.
"CEO, I'll shower quick."
"Sure."
Secretary Han Jiyu showered and changed into casual clothes.
Whoa? She's seriously pretty.
Glasses off, suit off—her haughty sharpness vanished. Moist hair, pale skin, youthful baby fat. White short-sleeve and shorts.
"Something on my face?"
"No? You were so pretty I zoned out."
Jin-seong gave an awkward smile.
"Ah..."
Secretary Han Jiyu averted her gaze, face flushing.
[Inner Thoughts: Heart fluttering. Shivering. Love being called pretty.]
A subtle tension hung in the air.
"Oh? Tasty."
"My go-to spot. Really good."
They devoured the delivery heartily. Sat side by side on the sofa, gaming.
[Inner Thoughts: Wanna lie down comfy.]
[Inner Thoughts: Wanna game lying down.]
After a while gaming, he casually asked.
"Secretary, wanna lie on the sofa?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Wanna use my lap?"
"Pardon?"
She could only make a dumb face. Jin-seong grinned and patted his thigh—tap-tap.
"Lie down."
Secretary Han Jiyu glanced between his face and thigh.
[Inner Thoughts: On the thigh? Lie down?]
First, fluster. Then it turned to conflict.
[Inner Thoughts: Refuse? Or lie down?]
Resting her head on the CEO's lap felt burdensome. Yet she wanted to.
"You've worked hard today. Game comfy lying down."
After agonizing, Secretary Han Jiyu,
"Excuse me."
Her upper body collapsed. She cautiously pillowed her head on his leg.
[Inner Thoughts: Comfy. Embarrassed. Nice.]
A strange, awkward silence settled. While playing, he tidied her messy hair.
Gently stroked her hair.
She made a pleased face.
Can I touch her breasts?
Jin-seong wanted to grope Secretary Han Jiyu's chest. His gaze blatantly swept her cleavage.
Huge. So plump. Bet it tastes amazing.
Bigger than A-young's. Like medium watermelons.
Touch? Or not?
Sneak a feel? Or build affection more first? The dilemma didn't last.
His stroking hand moved to her face, gently brushing cheek and lips. Secretary Han Jiyu accepted the touch on her lips without resistance. Slowly, his hand slid down. Palm caressed her pale nape. Subtly, he tried slipping into her t-shirt.
"No."
Secretary Han Jiyu grabbed his wrist. Entry denied.
"Got it."
Jin-seong obediently pulled back. Gently stroked her hair. Cheek, nose, lips, nape too.
"Still no..."
His hand tried the t-shirt again.
"So pretty."
Left hand stroking her hair. Right hand invaded the t-shirt. The moment it reached her bra—
Grab.
Secretary Han Jiyu blocked it. But her blocking hand had no strength. Jin-seong's hand slipped into the bra.
Squish.
He grasped the watermelon-sized breast.