Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

Before MJ could actually reach him, Park’s stupid mouth decided this was the perfect time to develop standards:

"But if she’s not as good as you say, I’m walking."

MJ stopped halfway into what had very obviously been about to become a hug, her arms dropping awkwardly back toward her sides as she nodded several times:

"Of course. Yeah, obviously."

Park smiled like a perfectly reasonable human being while somewhere behind that smile he was already beating his own skull with a chair.

’She had been coming straight at me!’

— ...all that happiness, those open arms, that soft body was just about to press against him, her tits flattening on his chest, her whole warm shape in his arms, and he had managed to cancel his own reward of that hot soft body of MJ because his stupid pride could move faster than common sense when properly motivated.

MJ had already turned away and started leading him deeper into the agency, leaving Park to follow behind while regret arrived with painful clarity the moment his eyes naturally landed on the rounded shape of her ass beneath the fitted black dress.

’That could have been pressed against me. Soft. Heavy. Right up against me if she’d hugged me properly.’

His gaze drifted lower for half a second as the dress shifted over her hips with every step.

’Her chest too. You fucking idiot. I could’ve found out how soft those big tits felt for free and instead I opened my mouth like somebody’s grandfather negotiating terms.’

The universe had closed that particular door for now.

So Park accepted his punishment and enjoyed the view from behind, which admittedly was the kind of punishment many men would volunteer for with their hands raised. MJ’s dress hugged her waist before rounding beautifully over her hips, the fabric stretched tight over that thick, soft ass, and the hem shifted just enough over her thighs with every step to keep his eyes locked on the way it moved.

He could almost feel how it would fill his hands.

He was not a beast.

He was simply nineteen, alive, reincarnated, surrounded by beautiful women, and equipped with a cock that had been ignored for far too long.

If appreciating a gorgeous ass from a respectful distance was a crime, then civilization had developed far more cruelly than he remembered.

MJ eventually stopped outside a familiar door and knocked before pushing it open.

Park recognized the room immediately.

It was one of NX Arc’s larger new-talent lounges, the same place where the acting and music talents had gathered on their first proper day at the agency, back when there had still been enough nervous hopefuls packed inside to make the place feel like a waiting room for dreams.

Today, there was only one person inside.

Park stepped through the doorway behind MJ, looked toward the woman sitting near the windows, and immediately knew this had to be CJ.

The resemblance between the sisters was there, but it was the sort of resemblance sisters sometimes had when nature began from the same sketch and then got bored enough to experiment.

MJ was softer, warmer, curvier, the type of woman Park could already imagine in his arms intimately while he held those thick hips and ruined her.

But CJ was taller than her sister and slimmer, her figure delicate without looking fragile, with long dark hair falling cleanly around a beautiful face that shared enough with MJ to make their blood obvious while somehow feeling sharper and quieter at the same time.

And damn, she was beautiful.

Not in the same way as MJ either:

MJ made Park’s thoughts wander toward soft tits, thick thighs, and very bad decisions while CJ created another instinct entirely, something annoyingly protective that made him think she looked like somebody he would hide behind himself if glass shattered nearby, which was a ridiculous response considering he had known her for approximately three seconds and she might secretly know twelve martial arts.

’If she were my woman, maybe.

Park mentally slapped himself.

’Calm the fuck down. We have not even exchanged names yet. Still... look at her.’

CJ had looked up the moment the door opened, prepared to greet her sister, but whatever ordinary expression had been waiting on her face paused when she saw the man walking in behind MJ.

Of course she knew who he was.

Pretty much every new talent had heard about Park by now. The boy from the acting intake whose audition had caused people to whisper afterward, he had somehow landed a role before his contract was even final and several people at the Foundry had noticed despite him doing absolutely nothing except suffer under Trainer Jim like everybody else.

Knowing about him and seeing him properly from only a few metres away, however, turned out to be very different things.

CJ’s eyes stayed on him a fraction too long.

She had seen handsome men before. This was NX Arc, for God’s sake; beauty walked through the lobby carrying coffee. Male idols with entire fan clubs trained upstairs, actors whose faces appeared on city-sized screens occasionally passed through the building surrounded by assistants.

Park still did something strange to the room.

It was difficult to decide where to look first. His face had that unfair balance of softness and masculinesharpness that made every feature seem placed intentionally, black hair falling around his forehead beneath the cap, skin clean after the morning workout and shower, those cognac-gold eyes carrying the faint strange pink inside them whenever the light found the right angle.

Even standing casually with one hand in his pocket and a notebook beneath his armpits, he somehow looked arranged for a camera that was not there.

Marvelous Halo did the rest without asking him.

CJ felt her attention settle on him before she had agreed to give it.

And Park, being Park, noticed.

MJ gestured between them. "CJ, this is Park. Park, my twin sister, Cecilia Jensen Henderson. She uses CJ professionally." She pointed toward herself with a little grin. "And since we’re apparently sharing government names now, I am Mikayla Jensen Henderson. MJ."

Park looked between them. "Twins?"

"Unfortunately," CJ said.

The instant she spoke, something in Park’s amusement shifted:

’That voice.’

Interesting... very interesting.

MJ’s mouth fell open. "Bitch."

Park laughed, and even that small sound did something irritatingly pleasant to the room. His natural voice was already unusually warm and smooth before he ever sang, and CJ’s eyes flickered again before she stood and offered him her hand.

"Nice to meet you."

He took her hand, and CJ immediately understood that Park being handsome from across a room and Park looking directly at her while holding her hand were two separate problems.

His eyes settled on hers with easy attention, warm instead of predatory, which somehow made the full force of his face worse. Cursed Attractive Presence had always worked best in those small spaces between intention and reaction, and CJ felt a stupid little flutter inside her chest before she could decide whether she wanted one.

Park smiled: "Nice to meet you too. And you have an amazing voice."

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