Chapter 7: Star of the Drama Club

Star of the Drama Club

Women are liars. No matter how much they dress up their outward appearance, their inner selves remain ugly.

Yesterday’s events flash through my mind.

I had a little hope.

That maybe she was different.

At first, even when she was with me, she didn’t seem distracted, and our conversations were mostly about club activities or her boyfriend.

But in the end, she was no different from the others.

By showing her beloved theater, stirring her emotions, and demonstrating a shared dedication toward a common goal, I strengthened our bond.

Finally, by choosing the right moment, gazing at her gently, and setting the mood, she easily allowed a kiss.

Once she accepted the kiss, she prioritized instinct over reason and began looking at me with soft, longing eyes.

The junior, who had now completely given in to her desires, obediently followed me to my room and surrendered her body without resistance.

She had talked so happily about her childhood friend, her boyfriend. She had worked so hard on her performance for the cultural festival, wanting him to see it. And yet, in the end, she let herself be swayed and gave in to s🬀x so easily.

It was only after everything was over that she realized the gravity of what she had done and hurriedly left—but it was already too late.

Even if it was just a moment of weakness, the fact remains that she betrayed him.

And yet, she will lie without hesitation.

She will probably talk to her boyfriend after this, acting as if nothing happened, and say she loves him.

In the end, that’s just the nature of women.

If a man has a good face and treats them kindly on the surface, they quickly fall.

Even women who claim to care more about personality will ultimately choose the better-looking guy if he can fake a good personality too.

That’s why I wanted to believe in that junior—Rindo Yuna’s feelings for her childhood friend. I wanted her to reject my temptations outright and go straight to him.

I wanted proof that there were still people in this world who wouldn’t be swayed by appearances or fleeting moods—people who could truly love someone with unwavering devotion.

But nothing changed. Are women really all like this?

Trapped in this unbearable feeling, bitter memories resurface in my mind.

The first girl I ever liked was also a childhood friend.

There was also another male childhood friend, and the three of us were always together.

Back then, I was still unpolished—if anything, I was the quiet, plain type. In contrast, the other two had good looks and naturally became the center of the class.

Things changed in middle school when that childhood friend—the girl—confessed her feelings to me.

I had always thought she liked him, so I couldn’t believe it.

I asked her again if she was sure she didn’t have feelings for him, but she denied it and told me she liked me.

After that, we started spending more time together, and I was happy. Never realizing it was all a lie.

After some time had passed since we started dating, he called me out.

His message was simple: [Don’t mess with someone else’s girlfriend.]

Not understanding what he meant, I explained that she had confessed to me.

But he just laughed condescendingly and said, “You actually believed that?” Then he added, “You were just dragged into a fake confession game. If you apologize, I’m sure she’ll forgive you.” And with that, he showed me a picture of them kissing.

It all made sense. Back then, I was really just a nobody, and she was completely out of my league.

If someone spends time with both options, they’ll naturally be drawn to the better-looking one.

After that, I started getting bullied. Probably on his orders. She only watched from a distance and never helped me.

More than the betrayal, I despised myself for not realizing it sooner.

To change myself, I told my mother about the bullying and had her transfer me to another school.

The first thing I changed was my appearance.

Luckily, I inherited my actress mother’s looks. Just by fixing my hairstyle and grooming, people said I looked like a completely different person.

Then, at my mother’s suggestion, I took up acting to reinvent myself.

It was a success. As I played different roles, the pathetic person I once was faded away. Acting forced me to analyze emotions, making me naturally adept at reading others.

When I started getting used to my new environment…

I noticed that if I acted like a nice guy and maintained my looks, women would flock to me without any effort on my part.

I found them disgusting.

That’s why I needed to test it.

I needed to confirm that there were women out there worth believing in…

Every time I slept with a woman who betrayed someone, I forced myself to lock away those memories and the names I didn’t want to remember.

I open the messaging app on my phone.

Cleaning up afterward is a crucial part of my principles.

Since these women betray so easily, it’s my job to make sure they’re disposed of properly.

I feel a little bad for the men they cheated on, but in the end, they should be grateful for knowing the truth and cutting ties cleanly.

What happens afterward isn’t my problem.

If they still choose to reconcile, that’s their decision. There’s no way to know if they’ll ever find a woman worth trusting.

That’s why I also sent a message to Rindo Yuna, pretending to be serious, just to wrap things up.

Someday, I’ll probably get stabbed by a man I’ve wronged.

But honestly, I wouldn’t mind.

Living a life where I keep repeating the same cycle in a world without anyone worth trusting… that’s something I refuse to accept.

Acting is nothing more than a world of lies.

I can’t stay in it forever.

After sending the message, I toss my phone aside and play my favorite song on an old-school stereo to refresh my mind.

I bought this high-resolution audio player just to listen to his songs in the best quality.

I sink into my bed, focusing on the music.

YOUKNOW is still the best.

My only source of solace.

Especially his song “A World Without Love.”

The way it expresses a hunger for love in a loveless world, with distorted, hard-edged feedback guitars, creates a perfect atmosphere.

Lately, his brighter pop songs have gained more fans, but I still prefer his early work.

If I said this in the YOUKNOW community, I’d probably get labeled as an old-school purist.

I close my eyes and clear my thoughts.

I let myself be engulfed by the vortex of sound, becoming one with the music.