Siron’s period of obscurity didn’t last long. In fact, to call it “obscurity” at all would be a stretch. After his first rejection, he was cast as a supporting character on his sixth audition — for a drama on a major national broadcasting channel.
The drama, titled Justice & Goo-hyeon, was a comic mystery centered around the entertainment industry, featuring a pair of investigators who discreetly resolved all sorts of scandals and incidents behind the scenes.
Siron’s first role was a bit part as a character named “Im Si-yeol,” an aspiring actor who turns to the protagonists — Justice and Goo-hyeon — for help. In a one-off episode, he reported an entertainment executive who had extorted tens of millions of won from him under the guise of “activity expenses,” and even went as far as blackmail. It was a single-episode arc, but Siron — who only two months prior had joined Grim Company and appeared as a nameless extra without a single line — now played a meaningful supporting role that carried an entire episode.
His second project practically came knocking on its own. A director, impressed by Siron’s portrayal of the actor-aspirant in Justice & Goo-hyeon, described him as “a shattered piece of glass that still shines” and cast him as a supporting character with narrative weight. The role was Moon Seongju, a bullied high school student in the teen drama Paper Airplane.
One project led to the next. Each past performance became the key to unlocking a future door.
So by the time Siron was cast in a prominent supporting role in Director Shim Jeonghee’s film Let’s See Each Other Sometimes, this young and ridiculously lucky actor had come to develop a rather unique understanding of the value of “effort.”
Just as Baekgyeong always said to him — becoming a good actor didn’t necessarily require immense suffering. Siron agreed. It wasn’t the hardworking who ruled this world, but those born with rare talent and a stroke of luck.
But there was one essential question missing from Siron’s view of the world:
Who was the one shining sunlight on his talent and blowing wind into his sails?
“Siron-ssi, what’s your relationship with the CEO of Herman Plus?”
After the casting was finalized, Director Shim Jeonghee arranged a private meeting with Siron and asked:
“What’s your relationship with the CEO of Herman Plus?”
“Herman Plus... You mean the investor, right?”
“Yeah.”
The director had the face of someone absolutely convinced there was a direct connection between Siron and the investment company. Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Siron racked his brain to find any link between himself and “Herman Plus.”
But no matter how hard he thought, nothing came to mind.
“There’s none. If there were, I’d be honest with you.”
Director Shim gave a bitter, nervous laugh, as if she couldn’t believe that.
“I spent over two years perfecting this casting. It’s a known fact in the industry. A lot of the actors who blew up started with my projects — that’s something I’m proud of. This movie didn’t have any top stars, but it was casted well, in proportion to its scale.
I finally finished locking the cast and just barely managed to land an investor, and what do you know—
the investor’s CEO demands I recast one of the supporting roles with their recommended actor?”
Her eyes widened as she stared directly at Siron.
“If the original actor hadn’t dropped out because of a scheduling conflict, I wouldn’t have changed the casting.
If I were making this movie with my own money, I would’ve refused that kind of investment—
especially with a condition like interfering in casting. ...Well, ten billion won isn’t something to scoff at, I guess.”
Director Shim had always worked on micro-budget films — many of her projects didn’t even exceed one hundred million won in total budget.
Ten billion might be a lot, or might not be, depending on perspective — but for a director like her, to receive backing of that scale was practically unheard of.
To break even, the film needed at least half a million viewers.
That number might seem manageable, but of her six previous films, only one had surpassed 100,000 viewers.
Director Shim’s seventh film, Let’s See Each Other Sometimes, told the story of two estranged sisters — ten years apart in age — who, after their father’s sudden death in a car accident, struggle to overcome past wounds and rebuild familial bonds.
The character Siron was cast to play — Shim Jideok — was the same-age husband of the younger sister, Kang Ha-young, who was twenty.
He was the father of fraternal twins — handsome, shallow, emotional, and at times cowardly.
“The actor that the investor recommended...”
Director Shim swiftly corrected Siron’s choice of words.
“Forced me to cast.”
“...Are you saying the actor Herman Plus forced you to cast... was me?”
“Yeah.”
With his eyes lowered, Siron spent a long time thinking deeply before he finally spoke up, carefully:
“Herman Plus... No matter how hard I think about it, I really don’t know. I can’t imagine why the investment company would insist on casting me.”
He looked at the director with a sincerely baffled expression — one that said he felt wronged, but that he was ready to listen to whatever explanation she had to offer.
“...Mm, can you tilt your head down a bit? It’s kind of overwhelming when a face that good-looking stares at me like that.”
The two of them let go of the unsolvable question and turned their attention to the film. After the brief meeting, Siron headed to a music studio — because the character Shim Jideok he was playing was a college student who had entered a practical music program as a drummer.
Siron had told the director that he didn’t know Herman Plus — but in truth, he had a vague suspicion.
There was only one person who had both the kind of money to invest in a film with no guaranteed box office success... and a personal connection to him.
More than anything, the name of the investment company — “Herman Plus” — reminded him of the author of Moby-Dick, Herman Melville. And Moby-Dick’s Korean title was Baekgyeong.
A quick internet search for company information confirmed Siron’s hunch.
The listed CEO of Herman Plus was someone Siron knew — Choi Sungmin, Baekgyeong’s maternal cousin.
He’d once earned a generous allowance by supplying Baekgyeong with drugs — and now, it seemed he had gone into full business mode, riding Baekgyeong’s back as leverage.
Herman Plus only had three employees, but it specialized in investment for drama and film production.
As Siron later found out, the company had even invested in his debut drama appearance.
If that investment had been made in exchange for inserting him into the cast... then Siron had achieved nothing on his own.
On the ride home, after finishing his drum practice, Siron sat in the passenger seat of the Starcraft van driven by his manager and felt a wave of defeat... and a subtle, creeping helplessness.
He had believed that his casting and roles were thanks to his talent and luck — but now he saw it had all been a delusion.
When he got home, Siron came to an abrupt stop.
Baekgyeong was lying on the living room couch, half-asleep. His laptop was open. He’d been watching a video of Siron.
Siron often recorded himself during daily routines to improve his naturalistic acting. It seemed Baekgyeong had been watching those clips.
The sight made his mood plummet even further.
The thought that Baekgyeong had spent billions, quietly, to wish for Siron’s success — and never once hinted at it — was hard to believe.
For the past year, they had kissed each other every night.
Sometimes, when the mood struck, they touched each other.
Under the flimsy pretense of “repaying debt,” they went from light bird-kisses to, at times, going even further.
But in the back of Siron’s mind, that excuse — “paying off the debt” — had begun to feel like nothing more than another name for sexual tribute.
“Well... it’s not like everyone starts at the same line.”
Not everyone could start from the same place.
Even having a sponsor like Baekgyeong behind him could, in its own way, be considered a result of effort.
He had endured Baekgyeong’s vile temper, smiled at him often, soothed him when he lashed out, kissed him every night, and sometimes even helped him relieve his urges.
Suppressing the tight, clenching feeling in his chest, Siron let out a bitter laugh.
“If I were making this movie with my own money, I’d never accept an investment tied to casting a supporting actor.”
“Every night—kiss me before bed. That’s my condition for paying off your debt.”
Ten billion won, paid as the price of casting Siron.
Siron didn’t think he was worth that kind of money.
If it weren’t for Baekgyeong, he likely wouldn’t have landed a single proper role in the past year — just endless auditions, one after another.
“If you’re going to live like a horny brat, go back to America. But Siron—
if you’re gonna stay here in Korea, shouldn’t you at least be an actor who’s worth the money?”
It felt like he could hear that mocking voice echoing in his head.
“I know. I know too.”
Murmured Siron with a distressed expression, as if he wanted to lay down all his burdens.
“Mmph.”
Baekgyeong, awakened by Siron’s presence, blinked groggily.
When their eyes met, he let out a crooked little grin.
It was that vulnerable, unguarded face that only came out after he’d taken a heavy dose of pills and fallen into deep sleep.
“When’d you get here?”
“Just now.”
“Why the long face?”
“...My shoulders are about to fall off from drumming all day.”
“Then tell them you can’t drum and they should revise the script.”
Baekgyeong’s words didn’t sound casual at all, and Siron hurried to defend his role.
“N-no! Drumming is fun! Thanks to it, I’ve built stamina and it helps blow off stress!”
“Yeah? Well, I guess there’s no helping it then.”
Baekgyeong yawned from the heavy drowsiness crashing over him and stretched his arms out as if asking to be held. Siron wrapped his arms tightly around Baekgyeong’s body, thinking to himself:
How much is this hug worth?
A service price list floated through Siron’s mind, sorted by type of physical affection. Fifty thousand won for a hug, a hundred thousand for a kiss, and increasing charges the more intense things got. So far, the most expensive item sold had been oral sex.
And now, a new product had just been added.
“Hhngh... h-hgh... mmph!”
Siron let out a low moan as he sat on top of Baekgyeong’s stomach, pushing his hips toward Baekgyeong’s face. The fingers forcing their way through his clenched entrance crossed the boundary, probing multiple angles inside his body. Baekgyeong’s fingertips brushed along the inner walls like a massage. As the tight membrane stretched to its limit, the longest finger gently slipped toward a particular spot.
“Uh... hngh!”
The reaction was noticeably different from before, and Baekgyeong asked,
“Don’t like it? Why?”
“I-it feels weird.”
“Hm, is this the prostate?”
Baekgyeong pressed down on one point with his finger. Siron’s body stiffened from the dull, throbbing discomfort.
“Relax.”
“Hhng, d-do you think... maybe that’s enough...?”
“Why? I’m having so much fucking fun.”
“Ah! It hurts!”
Siron screamed as Baekgyeong’s hand came down hard on his ass, striking with brutal force.
“Quit exaggerating.”
“I said—it hurts!”
“Stop whining and spread your ass with both hands.”
Siron’s face flushed a furious red. When he hesitated, Baekgyeong slapped him hard again. Left with no choice, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, Siron reached back and spread his cheeks apart with both hands. Without missing a beat, Baekgyeong’s fingers plunged in.
It had been nearly a year since Siron wrecked Baekgyeong’s Gallardo. Every night since, the two of them had faithfully repeated the routine of lying in the same bed and kissing each other. The daily kisses gradually numbed his sense of shame and left him wanting stronger stimulation. Somewhere along the way, Siron stopped feeling the same resistance when it came to stroking and sucking Baekgyeong’s cock.
But being penetrated was a completely different matter. Insertion meant crossing a boundary of the body itself.
Normally, if Baekgyeong’s hand so much as brushed between his thighs, Siron would flip out and kick him in the face or chest without hesitation. But now, he had buried his face in Baekgyeong’s groin and was sticking his ass toward him, allowing the other to finger his anus without protest. Ten billion. That ten billion won—the thing that would change Siron’s life—was digging into his weakest spot and being allowed to leave its mark as deeply as it wanted.
“You’re awfully obedient today, Yoon Siron.”
“Hh, hngh... uuh.”
“You said you didn’t want to get finger-fucked, but you’re fucking taking it like a champ.”
As if the humiliation wasn’t already enough, a fresh one poured down on top of it.
“If I shoved my cock in here... that’d count as incest, wouldn’t it?”
“...What?”
“I'm surprised. I looked it up on the internet, and incest is prohibited because it can lead to the abuse of power within the family. I mean, if a father has sex with his son or daughter, or an older brother has sex with his younger sister... that's a broken family.”
"When did I, hff, when did I ever say I was your little brother, haa?"
"...That’s why I’m not sticking it in."
“Bullshit, hff, shut up...! Just stay still.”
The tip of his finger, curved like a hook, scraped against something inside. A place that had never been touched before sent a tremble through his insides. Siron swallowed hard, forcing himself to rock his hips back and forth as if trying to help Baekgyeong’s finger scratch that maddening itch, letting out gasping moans.
“Ah, right there... ugh, hff.”
Siron panted through the unexpected wave of pleasure. He shut his eyes to block out his vision, guiding Baekgyeong’s finger to rake over the plump, swollen spot along his inner wall, soaking in the stinging afterglow.
“Yoon Siron.”
Siron always tensed when Baekgyeong called his name. He never knew what he might get scolded for next.
“I told you not to act like a slut.”
“Hff, ah? Haa—!”
Siron flinched, bracing for a spanking—but instead, his whole body jolted from a burst of pleasure. Baekgyeong pressed upward with force around his prostate, bearing down hard on that spot, persistently coaxing a response out of him. His whole body burned like it was overheating, and his breath came in short, desperate gasps. With a heavy sensation building in his lower belly, the rush of climax surged toward him.
He grabbed hold of his cock in a panic and jerked it, moaning—“Ahhk,”—as the heat crested. His whole body trembled as he came, then collapsed onto the bed in a daze. Baekgyeong rose, slid his clawed fingers through Siron’s hair, and yanked his head up, forcing him upright. In front of his eyes, Baekgyeong’s fully erect cock loomed, casting a long shadow over his face as it twitched, rigid and veined.
Siron said nothing. He simply wrapped his hand around the hard shaft and swallowed thickly. The head rubbed against his parted lips, veins throbbing as if urging him on. Siron looked up at Baekgyeong—and deliberately parted his lips wide open. Baekgyeong’s cock slid in like it was exploring a sticky cave, disappearing past his lips.
It’s going to go in deeper than ever before.
Siron, straddling the edge of pain, accepted it willingly.
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