Dinner in the Private Room
"You're a little late."
"Sorry. My stomach was acting up a bit."
We arrived at the Korean beef house Chun Yeonho had picked out for us.
I'd taken one of the vitamins from the Cooking King's Warehouse and managed to get moving again. Even the underwear that had been filthy enough to throw away had come clean once I washed it.
"Mm. Must've hurt pretty bad. Your face looks half-dead."
Chun Yeonho suddenly glanced over at Park Seoh-ah.
"What is it, Yeonho oppa?"
When Park Seoh-ah asked with that bright, sunny smile of hers, Chun Yeonho grinned right back—wide and soft, as if her smile had simply rubbed off on him. There weren't many people who could look at Park Seoh-ah's smile and keep a straight face.
"Nothing. Hungry? Let's go eat."
He said it casually, but I had a feeling he'd more or less figured out what had happened. I absently touched my own face.
Half-dead, huh.
My body felt fine again, but I must have dumped too much protein. No—give it a little time and my face would bounce right back. The Cooking King's vitamins were that broken.
With these things, I honestly felt like I could grind through hard labor all day long. The only real downside was that you couldn't take more than three a day. Up through two, they boosted your stamina and recovery. Take a third and your stamina actually got worse. I was already getting absurd results out of them, but it still left me a little unsatisfied.
And even with the vitamins, I was still a premature ejaculator. My virility seemed better, sure—but all that meant was I came faster and more of it.
I snuck a glance at Park Seoh-ah beside me and felt my face heat up.
Today… we were going to practice real sex. What if I finished after barely coming at all? What if Park Seoh-ah said she didn't feel a thing?
I was genuinely nervous.
A low murmur of voices filled the air. True to the famous restaurant Chun Yeonho had bragged about, the place was packed. We followed him—he'd come out to greet us—into the reserved room.
The private room was sealed tight on every side; even the noise from outside barely reached us. Not only was it soundproofed—there were no security cameras either. A space where secrecy was completely guaranteed.
As we stepped inside, Chun Yeonho leaned in and whispered to me.
"You can look forward to it. I put in a good word with Ahyoung."
A good word, huh.
Inside the room, Han Ahyoung was fiddling with her phone. We ordered a reasonable ten servings of premium hanwoo flower galbi, plus two bowls of the bibim naengmyeon everyone said was incredible—those were for me and Chun Yeonho. Han Ahyoung and Park Seoh-ah would just steal a few bites.
Han Ahyoung looked at us with surprise.
"That's all you're ordering, Seoh-ah? What did you eat already?"
"I've been thinking I should manage myself a little more. Even you work so hard on your body, and yours is way better than mine."
"True. You have been eating a lot. You've got a bit of belly fat, too."
"Hehe, right? But on me, doesn't it just look like baby fat?"
Park Seoh-ah was good at lifting people up. She took whatever you said and rolled with it gracefully. That instinct for making other people feel good was woven into her so naturally that a few minutes of conversation with her could actually raise your self-esteem.
I'd never seen Han Ahyoung's body, but I was certain no figure in the world could be better than Park Seoh-ah's. Even my little sister's body—which I thought was stunning—didn't differ from hers by much.
Maybe that gentle nature of hers was exactly why she struggled to express the sly, cunning core of the "Park Ha-eun" character.
"Thank you."
The side dishes were already set out, and then the top-grade hanwoo flower galbi arrived—beautifully marbled, the color of good blood. Chun Yeonho took the tongs with practiced ease and started grilling. I moved to help right away, but he told me expensive meat was for skilled hands only. He was probably just trying to let me rest.
While I watched the meat hit the grill, Han Ahyoung, seated across from me, reached over and scratched under my chin. The touch of someone petting a dog—her inferior. My face went red in an instant as she cooed over me. My head dropped on its own into a posture that made me easy to pet.
"What does our Jiwoo want from Noona? If you're going to offer up cigarettes, you deserve a proper reward."
So that was what Chun Yeonho had meant—that I'd be able to offer her cigarettes soon. Han Ahyoung had said she was struggling with the addiction. Looking at how buoyant she seemed now, it was clearly true. She wasn't gushing or anything, but a faint excitement showed through. For someone as haughty and superior as Han Ahyoung to look like that at all meant she was in a very good mood.
"From now on, every time you offer Noona a cigarette, I'll give you a reward."
"…"
"Cookie can ask for anything he wants. Should I spit in your mouth like yesterday?"
Twitch♥
"Or I could jiggle your Sochu like last time. Want me to spray some cull juice?"
Twitch-twitch♥
"Should I check how ruined your Sochu's gotten?"
Han Ahyoung lifted her hand. A pure white, delicate, jade-like hand filled my vision—so superior that just looking at it was enough to scramble a man's reason. She pressed her thumb and index finger together into a ring and gently shook it. My vision swayed with the soft motion of her hand.
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥
"Meat's done. Let's eat first."
Chun Yeonho set a piece of meat onto the plate in front of Han Ahyoung, the one with the green onion salad. I snapped back to myself and jerked my gaze away. My hammering heart and burning face refused to settle at all.
When I looked at Park Seoh-ah, she stroked my back gently and whispered.
"Ma~so♥ You can't resist a superior woman even a little♥"
Twitch-twitch-twitch♥
"Cookie's a maso, so it's fine♥ Being this pathetic is only natural♥ Keep losing♥"
Park Seoh-ah buried my face in her armpit.
"Eup…!"
My nose, which had been full of the rich aroma of meat, flooded with a thick, feminine musk. Before I knew it I was snuffling like a madman. She let me go soon enough, but my eyes had rolled back, showing white.
Park Seoh-ah rubbed a fingertip over the tip of my rigidly standing cock and whispered.
"Good boy♥ Cookie held it in with that worthless little cock♥ You smelled Master's scent and endured♥"
"…"
"Aren't you going to lose?"
Spurt. Spurt-spurt-spurt.
My hips trembled and my lips fell open.
"Aah. You lost again, all sticky♥ Defeat-ejaculation feels so good♥"
"Hah…♡"
"Well done♥ You lost so admirably♥ You're wonderful♥"
My cock, which had been gulping out cum, went limp and drooped. Ah. It felt so good I could barely hold myself up. I needed to get to the bathroom and clean up. Before I went… could I bury my face in Master's armpit for just a few more seconds? Long enough to choke on it?
That was what I was thinking when I noticed Chun Yeonho across from me, breathing hard himself. Han Ahyoung met my eyes and narrowed hers.
Thump♥
Bad for the heart. Han Ahyoung was top-tier even among alpha females—like Park Seoh-ah, like my little sister. For a masochist mutt like me, she was a presence I simply couldn't withstand.
Chun Yeonho had just been made to come as well. Having both lost nicely to our Masters, the two of us fled to the bathroom.
"Hyung… you came too, right?"
"Master touched me, so of course."
Getting touched and coming was only natural. I was relieved it wasn't just me. I pulled wet wipes from my Pocket and handed some to him, then stepped into a stall and wiped my cock clean. Chun Yeonho had come out first and was washing his hands. He glanced at me in the mirror.
"So what are you going to ask Ahyoung for?"
"Huh?"
"What reward are you going to take."
He was asking with a serious face. Han Ahyoung and Chun Yeonho were Master and dog—and also engaged. He seemed to hope I wouldn't do anything physical with her.
"Just… the act of offering is satisfying enough. I don't need anything."
"That won't do. You already got her spit last time, so this time—ask her to kiss you, or something."
What. He seemed a little worked up. Don't tell me he actually wanted me and Han Ahyoung to do something dirty?
I answered awkwardly.
"…Alright. I'll do that."
"What? Ahyoung is my Master."
Then what was I supposed to do?
We bickered halfheartedly and headed back to the room. Han Ahyoung and Park Seoh-ah were talking.
"How have you been practicing? At this rate Jihyeon's going to eat you alive."
"Ah… Actress Jihyeon's acting really is incredible."
"What's so good about it. Still—she did better than you."
Han Ahyoung held her chopsticks up in front of her face.
"You can't even interpret the character, your lines are stiff—did you even look at the script?"
Park Seoh-ah probably hadn't been fully satisfied with today's acting, with the reading. But she absolutely did not deserve to hear something like that. I'd watched her practice myself.
Even with her effort completely dismissed, Park Seoh-ah answered with a soft, gentle smile.
"I did study it pretty hard in my own way, but it's not enough. I guess what I learned from my teacher as a kid just isn't cutting it."
"…"
"Could you maybe teach me a little? I don't know anyone who acts as well as you, Ahyoung."
"No. I don't have time to teach. And it's a hassle."
She could have left off that last part.
Director Gun Hyun-woo had told her to learn acting from either Han Ahyoung or Actress Go Malhee. If Han Ahyoung refused, we could just ask Go Malhee. Since I had to bring the director coffee every day, there'd be chances to talk it over.
"Well. Even saying all that—because it's you, Seoh-ah, I'm not worried about you getting buried by Oh Jihyeon."
Han Ahyoung put some green onion salad in her mouth.
"You're the actress I recommended. I don't recommend people just because they're friends. I only look at skill."
"…"
"Especially you—your real ability will show once we get into actual filming, more than at a reading. Once you're in makeup and the set is built."
"You think so?"
"Today was decent, if we're being fair. I just mean don't get cocky and trip over nothing. Oh Jihyeon is exactly that type."
"I know you're always looking out for me, Ahyoung. Thank you. I won't get full of myself."
"You won't beat me, but if you work hard, you'll be the next one people notice."
The mood warmed up again. At least she wasn't only putting Park Seoh-ah down—that was something. Compared to other people, she did tend to look out for her friend more.
I sat beside Park Seoh-ah and whispered quietly.
"From where I'm sitting, Master acts better than Ahyoung Noona. You're way cooler."
Park Seoh-ah glanced at my eyes. Looking at her face, a happy smile rose on mine without thinking. I wanted to comfort her—but I also meant it. Park Seoh-ah was a good actress. Even if she wasn't there yet, she would definitely surpass Han Ahyoung and stand out. She was going to become the kind of great actress who spread smiles to everyone who watched her work. Watching from her side, that was the gut feeling—and the conviction—I had.
For some reason, after looking into my eyes, Park Seoh-ah looked away.
"…Yeah. Let's eat, Cookie."
We ate bibim naengmyeon with the hanwoo, and our stomachs filled. When I was nearly full, I said the thing I'd been wanting to say to Han Ahyoung.
"Ahyoung Noona…"
"What."
"Could I… call you something other than Noona?"
Her gaze made my shoulders shrink. I hurried to add more.
"I'm nineteen now, full adult. So when people see us outside, it kind of looks like I'm still a minor."
More than that—Han Ahyoung was younger than me. Of course, she was a superior being, so submitting to her wasn't strange. But outside it felt a little off. People on set might look at us weirdly, or get the wrong idea.
Han Ahyoung snorted a little laugh.
"Cookie doesn't like calling me Noona? A woman younger than him?"
"…"
"Calling a younger woman Noona and speaking formally to her is nice, isn't it. Feels like submission."
Thump-thump♥
"Isn't it?"
"Y-yes…"
"From now on, submit to Noona properly, every time. It suits you."
"Yeees…"
Han Ahyoung put a piece of meat in her mouth, chewed a few times, then pulled it out with her chopsticks. She held the half-chewed meat out to me.
"Here."
I carefully opened my mouth and accepted the meat she'd chewed and spat out. Chew, chew.
"Is it good? Because Noona was eating it?"
"Yeees… It's even better because Noona was eating it."
"Cookie is this kind of pathetic mutt. Of course you should speak formally and call me Noona."
Han Ahyoung looked at me steadily. That gaze looked down on me as something worthless. Before I knew it, something formless coiled around my body like a snake. I was thoroughly crushed under a superiority I couldn't endure without submitting.
Twitch-twitch♥
"That said—don't go around showing off that hard Sochu like you are right now."
"…Yeees."
I pressed my legs together and hid my erect cock.
We finished the rest of the meal and parted ways right after. Han Ahyoung and Chun Yeonho had to head up to Yeouido—to Seoul—for their schedule. And I headed for the hotel.
"Go wash up."
"Yeees…"
Not simulated sex this time. Real sex.