Ch.181This is my manager for you

The trigger was trivial.

Right after returning from Japan.

I filmed as usual.

As the final shoot of “Our Fake Marriage” approached.

With ratings breaking the 40% barrier and soaring high.

We were all caught up in a festive atmosphere.

After successfully completing the final portion of filming.

We had an after-party with alcohol.

And under the influence, I made a promise with Sujin.

-Let’s watch our kiss scene together.

-Kiss scene?

-Yeah, I want to watch it with you.

-Okay, sure.

Who suggested it first?

It wasn’t particularly important, so I let it go.

Mid-June.

We sat pressed together on the sofa watching “Our Fake Marriage.”

“I actually like the storyline of just running away.”

“Huh?”

I turned my head at Sujin’s comment.

“Like when watching someone play baduk, a third party sees better, so running away makes sense in that way.”

I like that.

Following her words, I expressed the opposite opinion.

“I think it’s better not to run away. In the end, he did run away.”

“Come on, it’s like taking one step back to take two steps forward.”

“If it were me, I would have just said it directly, that I was seriously considering marriage.”

Whatever’s going to happen will happen.

What needs to be done will eventually need to be done.

So I thought it was better to just do it right away.

But.

“That’s because you’re a third-generation chaebol, but you didn’t even do that in the first place.”

“…My opinion suddenly got mixed up with the drama script?”

“Just, thinking about it, that’s how it turned out. In a way, Han Doyun deceived her.”

“Deceived? Ah… because he’s rich but pretended to be poor when they got married?”

“Yeah, when you think about it, the situation got to that point because of Han Doyun.”

Suddenly Sujin started getting seriously immersed in the drama.

Is this why she wanted to watch together?

Because sharing opinions about the drama while watching would be nice?

“But anyway… ending up married to a third-generation chaebol is a win in the end, right?”

“What?”

Kim Sujin’s eyes widened at my matter-of-fact statement.

A look that said how could you say such a thing.

“The reason you majored in accounting was to make a lot of money in that field. But now she’s married to a rich guy, so the goal is somewhat achieved.”

“…Is money really the ultimate purpose of marriage?”

“But they got married for the 100% director position, didn’t they?”

If I had to be specific, Sujin was an F.

And I was 100% T.

So our conversation was subtly misaligned.

For example.

When our TV selves were looking for a place to stay after eloping.

“We definitely filmed in May, but I don’t know why it was so cold then. Maybe it was the psychological pressure?”

“No, it was actually cold, around 8 degrees in May….”

“Kim Donghu, be quiet.”

“…Okay.”

We exchanged completely different opinions.

Anyway, as we continued talking.

Finally, the scene where we kiss appeared.

Or more precisely, the moment just before.

As if on cue, Sujin suddenly went quiet.

Then.

“…To be honest, I don’t remember what I was thinking when we did that.”

“Huh?”

“It was my first kiss scene, but our kiss wasn’t our first, right? So I couldn’t really get into it….”

When our lips met on screen, I instinctively replied:

“Then how about now?”

Thinking about it, the situation itself was quite peculiar.

In a bachelor’s apartment.

A girl I had deeply kissed before came over to watch our drama together.

It was impossible to take this situation lightly.

“N-now?”

“Yeah.”

I began to wonder why Sujin suddenly brought this up.

What was the meaning behind wanting to watch the kiss scene together?

We were no longer 5-year-old children.

We had already intertwined our tongues once.

And now we had even kissed publicly.

So why specifically watch this together?

The answer came straight from my mouth.

“Did you match your underwear today?”

“W-what?! Why are you suddenly asking that! Kim Donghu! Are you crazy?!”

“It’s just that, we didn’t go all the way that time.”

“….”

The conversation ended there.

When Sujin nodded, I moved immediately.

To continue what we should have done originally.

To finish what was strangely interrupted back then.

“…Our kiss scene is showing, don’t you want to watch?”

“Who cares. We’re doing it ourselves.”

With that small talk ending.

Tongues intertwined and clothes fell to the floor one by one.

Click.

I turned off the lights before embarrassment could set in.

Kissing again, mixing tongues, sharing breaths.

Our bodies pressed together, blocking out any light.

And then.

“W-wait… I, I’m still… ah, aah… ah!”

Sniff.

Sujin cried.

“It, it hurts too much… w-what is this… why is it so big?”

“That’s unavoidable….”

“Kim Donghu, if it’s this big… ah, aah…! Hey, don’t move!”

“I didn’t move… you flinched because it hurts.”

“What am I supposed to do about the pain! Ugh!”

Then suddenly she bit my trapezius hard in anger.

She probably didn’t bite me because she wanted to.

It was because I accidentally pushed my hips in a little more.

It could be seen as the principle of action and reaction.

“Ugh… uh….”

With each movement, I could feel Sujin’s strength gradually fading.

‘Good thing I’m not her first.’

If I had been, I would have been at a loss for what to do.

But having experienced it once before, I was able to handle it quite skillfully.

In this situation, first let her adjust little by little.

Then eventually join our bodies completely.

“Ah, aah…! D-Donghu…!”

Glance.

I briefly looked down to confirm Sujin’s feet were tightly curled.

Then moved my body again.

“Uh, uah… I, I feel strange… it feels… like… huh?”

“Should we stop then?”

“No, th-that’s not it. Just… ah, uh… hm.”

Intensely, forcefully.

Who would have thought the relationship we’d had since childhood would develop like this?

As if we both knew it would happen, we kissed and mixed our bodies.

Continuing.

“W-wait, I, that, don’t…!”

Continuing.

“I, I’m really going crazy… my body has no strength… oh… ugh… ah!”

I continue to take you.

Honestly, I wanted to do this from the beginning.

But back then I wasn’t honest with my feelings.

No, I couldn’t be honest.

I thought I shouldn’t.

I felt I didn’t deserve to.

But now it was different.

I had firmly decided the direction of my heart.

I wanted everything.

And I would have everything.

I decided to act that way without looking back anymore.

+++++

The next morning.

I greeted the morning sunlight feeling incredibly refreshed.

A sensation like all worries had been drained from my body.

I could say with certainty it was my best condition in recent days.

“Today feels good. Why do I feel like I slept so well?”

“Because you pounded away for 8 hours! Feeling full of energy now?!”

Thwack.

A pillow flew from behind and hit the back of my head.

8 hours? Was it that long? Honestly, I don’t remember clearly.

I can only say we really went all the way.

“…I told you to stop! Really! Really! I told you it hurt! My thighs and waist have no strength!”

That part I remember clearly.

Because my desire was so overwhelming, I kept moving.

“Want me to give you a massage?”

“Stay away! You’ll say you’re giving a massage but… then you’ll try to do it again!”

“That’s unfair, that’s a misunderstanding.”

“What misunderstanding! Yesterday you said you’d help me wash but then in the bathroom you… you did it again!”

“Hmm.”

She wasn’t wrong.

But what could I do?

‘I’m not a romantic comedy protagonist.’

I wasn’t the kind of protagonist who would run away making strange excuses in such situations.

Or say I’ll protect her, or that we should wait until marriage.

“…I, I can’t do anything. I can’t move from here, today you have to wash me, feed me, do everything.”

“Of course, is there even a question?”

“It’s not obvious! I really can’t move!”

As she said this, her flowing hair caught my eye.

Until yesterday it was definitely in a ponytail.

Perhaps because of everything that happened, today it was loose.

And quite disheveled at that.

“That hairstyle looks good too.”

“No it doesn’t! Are you just saying that because you’re too lazy to tie my hair?”

“No, and by that logic, why would I have said your underwear looked good?”

“That’s because you’re a pervert, Kim Donghu!”

Thwack.

Another pillow flew at me.

“Today your schedule is making me food, washing me, dressing me, and other life support tasks! Remember that!”

“Seems like one thing is missing?”

“We’re not doing anything dirty anymore!”

Thwack.

Yet another pillow flew.

I didn’t know my bed had so many pillows.

Just realized it now.

“I meant things like playing games together or watching TV….”

“…We’re not doing that either!”

Hearing her cute response, I quickly checked my phone.

There was an article saying ratings had surged to 43% after the kiss scene aired.

It continued that 45% wasn’t far off at this rate.

‘This drama is so legendary it doesn’t feel real.’

Was it because my lead role was showing such a steady rise?

Or was it because an even more incredible reality was unfolding before my eyes?

It was definitely the latter.

‘Otherwise I’d have to go out and experience it firsthand.’

After all that happened.

I naturally asked that no one come to my place.

Even if Sujin were to leave now.

I couldn’t let anyone see the state of my home.

First, I needed to wash the sheets.

The pillow covers needed laundering too.

My messy desk and the disheveled bathroom needed thorough cleaning.

“…Kim Donghu, are you going to keep doing housework and ignore me?”

“Huh? Weren’t you hungry? I was going to clean this up and make you food.”

“More than that, I’m cold.”

Saying that, Sujin threw off the blanket and spread her arms wide toward me.

I didn’t bother saying she could just cover herself with the blanket.

“We can’t have you being cold.”

Saying that, I moved toward Sujin.

“W-wait! I just asked for a hug! What, what are you doing! Where are you touching?!”

“This is also hugging, isn’t it?”

“Wait, th-that’s not… ugh…!”

Of course, this was just a bonus.

++++++

Time flew by quickly to the end of June.

The final filming day of “The Real Hero.”

Just as I was about to get into the van to go to the filming location.

Manager Seokho was startled when he saw my face.

“D-Donghu!”

“Y-yes?”

“You… you’ve got a glow on your face?”

Seokho was very perceptive.

“A g-glow?”

“Yeah… no, I mean… I know why that glow is there, but… I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

As perceptive as he was, he knew exactly how to act.

‘Manager Seokho really is the best.’

That’s what makes him my manager.