029. Debt Assumption (4)

“Heeek… heeek… Please stop, I’m asking… please…”

Crouching down, Seo Haeun was sweating profusely and panting as she pleaded with me.

Her panting appearance, her sweat-drenched hair – it was all exactly my type.

The only disappointing thing was probably the outfit?

If she were wearing leggings instead of sweatpants, her figure would be emphasized, and I think it would’ve been hotter.

Later, if I get the chance, I should pick out her clothes too and bring her here.

If she came here with her hands on her hips, even that trainer bastard would probably really like it.

“Can’t you do more?”

“I can’t…”

“Ah, in that case, let’s stop here. Let’s go home.”

Seo Haeun’s face, looking like she was dying from exhaustion, was fucking hot, but I hadn’t actually done anything lewd.

I just meticulously taught her how to warm up for an hour, and then had her do a few sets of bodyweight squats.

Except for pressing down gently with my fingers, I didn’t even touch her.

The stretching was pretty intense, but still, for someone who claimed to have been working out for years, her stamina and strength were surprisingly lacking.

Then again, considering how much she felt yesterday, it made sense seeing her panting so quickly.

If we’ve done this much, it’s enough.

After all, the goal was to completely drain her stamina.

“Don’t touch meee…!”

“Can you even stand up?”

“I can, I mean…”

“Then, after washing up, can you walk home?”

“I’ll handle it myself…”

“Can you really go alone? If you’re okay, I’m leaving right now?”

“….”

Seo Haeun, gasping for breath with an exhausted face, glared at me resentfully.

…Yeah, this is it.

The Seo Haeun I remembered always had that kind of bitchy glare as a default setting.

That’s why I hated her, and that’s why I sometimes looked up actresses who looked similar.

Though, when I actually checked them out, they weren’t even similar to those breasts.

“Stop talking nonsense and let’s go rest. You came out wearing that same outfit, right?”

“That, but… Ah, I told you not to touch meee…!”

I put my hand under her armpit, by those vulgar breasts, and forcibly lifted her up.

I tried to have Seo Haeun put her arm around my neck, but because of the height difference, it felt like she would end up floating in mid-air if we did that.

Unable to help it, I wrapped my arm around Seo Haeun’s waist instead, gathered our things, and left the gym.

“I, I need to wash up…”

“Go wash up.”

By sticking so close to her openly and dragging her out, the attention we drew made Seo Haeun’s face turn red, which I could see clearly, making me satisfied.

Supporting Seo Haeun, soaked in sweat, I walked slowly down the street.

Even after taking the tumbler from my bag and giving her water, my heart was pounding (kung kung).

She has such a great body, but her stamina is pathetic. Feeling sorry for her, I stopped briefly at the convenience store we went to yesterday.

“Kang Joo-hyuk… why the convenience store…”

“You look exhausted, so I thought I’d buy you a drink.”

Maybe the scent of her sweat reached the counter; the part-timer, fiddling with his phone, looked over here with a complex expression. I passed him by and bought two cans of drinks.

It was a different part-timer than yesterday, but this person was also a man.

Maybe because he looked relatively normal compared to the slightly creepy night shift guy, I felt like showing off a bit more.

“Hey, hey! Let go, Kang Joo-hyuk…!”

“Don’t you need a drink? You look thirsty.”

“I do, but let go for now…!”

She tried to get away from me somehow, but lacking the strength, she could only curse weakly as I tightly hugged Seo Haeun’s waist.

With her exhausted body, unable to do anything, Seo Haeun could only cling to me, her head bowed low.

“Ah, right. I didn’t bring my wallet. Do you have yours in your bag?”

“Really, you… I’m going to kill you…!”

“If not, then oh well.”

Chuckling, I took out my phone instead of my wallet and paid. Then, with my arm still around her waist, I left the convenience store.

Maybe because of the sweat smell, the part-timer looked at us with a displeased expression, but if anything, I liked the attention; it wasn’t bad.

“Here, drink up. Drink it and sit on that bench over there. People are staring strangely.”

“You, really….”

Opening the drink and handing it to her, I pulled her towards the bench with a hypocritical expression.

It was a weekend afternoon, so there were plenty of people out and about.

Plenty of people were watching a man and woman, with a height difference of well over 20cm, walking while sticking closely together.

It might differ depending on the person, but I didn’t mind the attention drawn to me at all.

Especially when I had a sexy woman tucked under my arm.

“Hey, you, why are you so weak? You come to the gym regularly.”

“You, you… you said you wouldn’t touch me, fuck…”

“Don’t curse so much in broad daylight on the street. And I didn’t touch you inappropriately. I was just helping you warm up.”

“You son of a bitch, you touched my waist! And my chest…”

“Since you couldn’t stand up, I helped you up.”

Maybe embarrassed by the stares, Seo Haeun looked sexy as she lowered her head and whispered curses.

When she bends over, her chest stands out no matter what she wears.

Even though her outfit is quite sloppy, with tits like these, who cares if it’s sweatpants.

Well… if it were something like a dress with a side slit, I think it would be even hotter.

Let’s postpone that for later enjoyment.

“If you really can’t walk, should I give you a piggyback ride?”

“I don’t need it, sigh…. Just 10 minutes, let me rest for 10 minutes.”

Even though I ended up touching her like that, Seo Haeun, unable to stop me and just gasping for breath, allowed me to get one step closer.

Last time, touching her hand led directly to sex, so this time, having touched her waist, I wonder how far it will go.

Well, since there’s no alcohol, holding her again today would be difficult, but

I was confident I could fuck her like a dog from behind within half a year at least.

This woman,

she seemed to hate her own sister more than me.

The reason, well… maybe because she’s successful?

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“Thank you for your hard work~”

Sparkling lights.

A bustling, noisy set.

They say it’s a color that’s easy on the eyes, but this green chroma key only makes me more tired every time I see it.

Even though I’m not a student anymore, I don’t know how many more times I’ll have to wear this school uniform.

I want to change into my regular clothes as soon as possible,

and get out of this noisy, bustling space as soon as possible.

“…Thank you for your hard work.”

“Ah, Jia. Good work~.”

Now that the filming, which lasted for nearly a week, is wrapped up, it’s natural to be completely exhausted.

Well, there are still various things to wrap up, but

looking at the big picture of the MV shoot, the schedule is considered somewhat finished.

The problem is that I’ll get even busier once it’s over.

“Yes, Coordinator unnie too.”

“Hey, we’ve known each other for years, why are you so formal~ You can speak informally~”

“I’m not used to speaking informally. I even speak formally to my own sister.”

Thinking about how I’ll be even busier than now, my sister, whom I had erased from my mind, suddenly comes to mind.

…Yesterday was quite a sight, wasn’t it, unnie.

She called me urgently, so I thought maybe that loser had brought a guy home.

It was actually true.

“Really? Ah, that makes sense. It’s hard to imagine you acting cute towards your unnie.”

“Well… that’s right.”

“Can an idol really get by without being cute? I want to say that, but you’re too popular, so I can’t say anything. If you acted cute, you’d become more popular than Hinami, and that can’t happen.”

“If I could become popular by acting cute like Hinami, I would have done it long ago. That’s her nature, and this suits me better, so I went with this concept.”

I’ve barely managed to forget the naked body of the man I saw yesterday, but I can’t forget the fishy smell of the bedroom and the disastrous state of the room.

…The sister I knew surely hadn’t dated anyone, so how did she get involved with that man? I wonder.

I was unsure, but that person is indeed that person.

Kang Joo-hyuk.

I shouldn’t say this, but

he’s the man I got rid of for her.

“Jia, hearing you say that gives off a really smart vibe? I like it. Can you make that face again? I’ll take a picture.”

“I probably had a pathetic expression on my face. Didn’t I?”

“Exactly! I really liked that. Make that face one more time. If you show that to your fans, they’ll probably lose their minds?”

“…Well, if it’s for fan service.”

My unnie hated it so much and it stressed me out, so being young, I thought maybe I could just get rid of it, that’s all I thought.

It turned out a bit unfortunate in the end, but that’s something I couldn’t help.

Bringing up the name of someone she hated so much, and then suddenly asking for an autograph, I even suspected my unnie might be crazy.

Yesterday, that suspicion turned into certainty.

…If I see her today, it’ll probably be confirmed.

What are you doing, unnie.

I told you not to cause trouble.

“Okay. Taking it now?”

“…Yes.”

I let out all the sighs and disappointment I’ll have to show my unnie later, right now,

and focused my gaze on the phone the coordinator unnie thrust forward,

taking a picture with a face my fans would really like.

Although she didn’t specifically ask for a pose,

perhaps because my years of experience have piled up,

I’ve developed a habit of striking a plausible pose whenever a camera approaches.

…Even back when I debuted, I was a little nervous.

Now, it’s almost too familiar, which is the problem.

“Wow… an idol is truly an idol. Our Jia. Ah, but I’ll have to crop the thighs out. It’s too sexy.”

“Who said Jia is yours? Please don’t treat her like she’s yours.”

No matter how I look at it, this picture of me doesn’t look like me.

Every time I review content I’m in, I’m surprised by myself.

Although I start thinking I’m falling into narcissism,

I can’t help but have confidence in my own appearance.

No,

I must have it.

I am beautiful.

“Stop being so prickly. Then Jia, who do you belong to?”

“Well, that’s…”

If it were Seo Ye-eun, maybe,

but the person named Seo Jia,

more than anyone else,

is an amazing person.

“To all my fans. Of course, right?”

“…I see why you’re so popular. Really.”

Because I’m an idol solely for the fans.

Whether the feelings they have towards me are admiration,

or feelings similar to what people call parasocial relationships,

or simply feeling some artistic value in my voice and dance lines,

…even feeling primal emotions seeing my body,

it doesn’t matter.

They’re all just fans.

“Anyway, after today’s schedule ends, Jia, what are you going to do?”

“…I think I probably have to meet my unnie. I have plans.”

…So, if possible, I wanted to let it slide smoothly, but

I feel like I have to say something, even to my unnie who’s increasingly falling apart.

“What? If you didn’t have plans, I was going to ask you out on a date.”

“I have prior plans, so I must politely decline.”

“If you didn’t have plans, would you accept?”

“I’d still refuse. I was originally planning to go home and rest well.”

“If you keep acting like this, I won’t send you the pictures?”

“Ah, no. Those pictures are something my fans would love.”

Stop posting on Instagram.

Because I don’t know what you’ll do, I’m worried.

If reporters found out that my unnie and I aren’t on good terms, it would cause some trouble.

I need to hold the reins tighter.

I thought controlling her with money would prevent trouble, but

Seriously, did she think creating a secret account meant she wouldn’t get caught?

Whether she talks behind my back with friends there or not is her freedom, but

being incompetent and accumulating debt, I hope she doesn’t cause trouble for me too.

“Anyway, it’s always ‘fans, fans.’ You talk a good game.”

“If an idol doesn’t think of their fans, who else will?”

“Fine. I’ll send them, but on Instagram, you must say the coordinator unnie took them, okay?”

“Yes.”

Being deceived by a strange man and having the reins handed over is a bigger problem.

If it were someone else, fine, but if it’s that man, it’s dangerous.

I don’t know how many times I’ve felt how evil someone who has suffered injustice can become in this ugly world.

Seriously, if you had to fall for someone, why specifically did you fall for a man with mutual animosity towards us, unnie.

Not just a man with a decent appearance, find a suitable man.

With those breasts and that face, a much more plausible person would stick around, wouldn’t they?

…Stupid, really.