Chapter 1: The Voice That Ruined Me

“Nggh, Voice Actor-nim… Ah, it feels so good…”

‘You f*cking pervert.’
Seon-yul ground out the curse under his breath.
He knew he should shove this thick, slippery thing away and bolt immediately, yet the moment he saw that flushed, reddened face, his body locked up, unable to move.

‘He definitely noticed how weak I am to that face.’
‘That’s why he’s deliberately making that obscene expression.’
‘Fox bastard.’
‘Was all that pitiful act until now just acting?’
‘All I did was lend him one stiff hand, and he’s acting like he’s having some earth-shattering orgasm.’

“Quickly.
Hurry up.”

Each thrust made the ridges grind into his palm, twisting his body into knots.
Seon-yul finally admitted that he couldn’t push him away and gave in.
He opened his mouth with the coldest voice he could manage, but his stiffened tongue refused to cooperate and stuttered uselessly.
The obvious tension in his voice made embarrassment surge up his neck.
Even so, the pervert in front of him trembled and let out a loud moan.

“Hhng—
Just a little more.
Just a little more, please.
Say more.
More…”

“You insane bastard.”

“Uuugh…”

Drool spilled from Seung-ju’s slack mouth, sliding down to the tip of his chin.
Gulp.
Without realizing it, Seon-yul swallowed, then startled and dropped his gaze.
He had barely managed to tear his eyes away from that beautiful face when an equally beautiful cock filled his vision.
The large shaft leaking clear precum was a vivid baby-pink, almost unnaturally so.
His own rough hand wrapped around something that looked as if it had been painted felt like a filthy shoe trampling over freshly fallen white snow.
Even though he was the one being violated…

‘Ha.’

Nothing involving Yeon Seung-ju ever went the way he wanted.
He wanted to blame everything on him, but Seon-yul knew that the bigger problem was himself.
That realization dragged his mood down even further.

“I said hurry up and come…”

Seon-yul muttered in a low voice and used his thumb to stroke the tip, which was slightly darker and smoother than the rest.
Seung-ju let out a loud “Hhng!” and his whole body shuddered.
Splat—
An opaque liquid shot forcefully through the air and struck Seon-yul’s face head-on.
Luckily, he managed to squeeze his eyes shut before it got into them.

“Hh— hhhk…”

Seung-ju panted as if he had just finished a full sprint.
Rather than feeling disgusted that someone else’s semen was on his face, Seon-yul found himself more curious about what kind of expression Seung-ju was making.
He roughly wiped around his eyes with the back of his hand and turned to look at him.
Sweat beaded across Seung-ju’s skin, which was stained an even prettier color than before.

A desire squirmed in his gut—to strip off his T-shirt and thoroughly check whether his bare skin was the same color.
Seung-ju’s eyes, dazed and unfocused from afterglow, slowly began to regain clarity.
When he lifted his long, damp eyelashes, glass-bead-like light brown irises were revealed.

“Hh— V-Voice Actor-nim!”

Seung-ju’s eyes went wide as he jerked upright.
He floundered at the sight of his own fluids scattered all over Seon-yul’s face, then finally used the edge of his sleeve to carefully wipe him clean.

“D-Did it get in your eyes?
We—we should hurry and wash your f-face…”

“…It’s fine.”

Seon-yul stood up with his face stiff as a board, teeth clenched.
His suppressed voice sounded as if he were holding something back, and Seung-ju’s shoulders shrank.

‘He must… feel awful.’

If only he’d say a bit more.
Then I could figure out his mood right away…

Seung-ju cautiously grabbed the sleeve of Seon-yul’s clothes.
His face was still flushed with lingering heat as he searched Seon-yul’s expression.
But he didn’t realize that his own big-puppy-like whimpering only made Seon-yul’s insides burn even more.

“Ha… f*ck…”

Seon-yul felt like he was about to cry.
The other man was a perverted stalker who stayed cooped up in his room, jerking off to other people’s voices, luring someone into his house with money.
A slippery bastard who wanted to know everything about Seon-yul while refusing to say a single thing about himself.
As if that weren’t enough, he had even tried to manipulate him with lies—undoubtedly the worst kind of person Seon-yul despised.

Through him, Seon-yul could see just how far he himself had fallen.
He had thrown away the pride he’d stubbornly protected and come to lean on the house of someone whose face he didn’t even know.
He disgusted himself.

To Kang Seon-yul, Yeon Seung-ju was the first mistake of his life.

And yet… why am I—

Why did I end up liking someone like you?

Seon-yul shoved his true feelings deep down his throat.

[This is a rare pack led by a female alpha.
This female alpha is a born hunter and a mother.
She gave birth to four pups this spring.
Among them, the most eye-catching is the pup with the brightest-colored fur.
The father wolf seems to dislike this one, who, unlike the others, is less active and more passive.]

“Okay.
I’ll keep going straight through.”

[In the end, the young wolf is separated from the pack before even reaching adulthood.
A wolf that becomes separated from its pack like this is called a lone wolf.
A lone wolf lives on its own, eventually joining another pack or forming a pair with a compatible female.
But this one seems deeply heartbroken and continues to circle the place where its original pack once was.
It tries howling, but the pack that left never returns.]

The low, calm voice flowing from the speakers had a charm that soothed the listener while drawing them deeply into the content.
In particular, the subtle control of pauses—adjusted just enough to make one curious about what would come next before the silence—was such a refined technique that even Producer Jung, a recording producer with twenty years of experience, couldn’t help but admire it.

‘That bastard Kang Seon-yul… he just keeps getting better.’
‘He doesn’t even make mistakes anymore, does he?’

Because the writer had delivered the script late, it had only reached them that morning.
The only time Seon-yul could have read it would’ve been the short subway ride to the studio, yet he didn’t slur a single syllable, as if he had read it dozens of times.
Of course, even during his trainee days he had been outstanding compared to others, and it had already been four years since he became a professional voice actor, so one could say this level of growth was natural, but…

‘…It’s not like work is pouring in.’
‘Is he still practicing?’

Kang Seon-yul, YBS 14th-generation publicly recruited voice actor.
Once the sensation who had shaken up the voice acting world as a “monster rookie,” he had now fallen so low that he only barely scraped by on the occasional scraps of work tossed his way.

[The wild is cruel.
A dark shadow looms over the young wolf.
Ah— that line was too rushed.
I’ll do it again.]

“Uh, yeah.
Go ahead.”

[The wild is cruel.
A dark shadow looms over the young wolf…]

“Okay.
Let’s jump straight to the next part.”

[Yes.]

From inside the booth came the sound of gulp—water being swallowed.
Producer Jung clicked his mouse, setting aside his lingering regret.

‘Tch.
If only he’d tone down that damn personality when he’s at the station…’

Producer Jung had first met Seon-yul back when he was still a trainee.
Seon-yul had come to him, saying that group classes at the academy didn’t suit him and that he wanted one-on-one instruction from Jung, who ran a recording studio.

‘You look like that—why aren’t you trying to be an actor instead of a voice actor?’

‘Do you have to look a certain way to be a voice actor?’

‘No, it’s not that, but… why are you staring like that?’
‘You look like you’re pissed off.’

‘I’m just looking.’

Handsome, but rude as hell.
That was Seon-yul’s first impression.
Later, Jung learned that he had left his previous academy after getting into a fistfight with another male student.

At the time, Producer Jung debated whether to take Seon-yul on as a student.
Since he was a producer, not a voice actor, he could direct performance concepts but couldn’t teach acting or technical skills in detail.
Given how recently Seon-yul had started studying, he looked like a complete beginner with no fundamentals, and Jung had no desire to take responsibility for a student who seemed to have a bad attitude.
Still, considering the effort Seon-yul had made to seek him out, Jung let him stand in front of a microphone as a sort of test.

And then—
Producer Jung had gaped, jaw dropping, at the voice coming through the speakers.

‘Wait.
Hold on.’
‘You’ve trained in acting somewhere before, haven’t you?’

‘Three months at a voice acting academy.’

‘Don’t bullshit me.’
‘Be honest.’
‘Theater and film major, right?’

‘I’m a high school graduate.’

‘……’

Producer Jung changed his mind and decided to teach him.
He was a producer, but he was also a teacher.
Even if Seon-yul seemed lacking in personality, letting go of someone who screamed “I’m a genius” with every fiber of his being felt like too much of a waste.

Throughout his lessons, Seon-yul absorbed everything he was taught like a sponge, displaying a monstrous aptitude that left Jung clicking his tongue in amazement every time.
Eager to help him grow no matter what, Jung even brought in Seo Tae-kyung, a voice actor he was close with, to correct Seon-yul’s acting.

At first, his voice modulation—adjusting one’s voice to match a character’s gender and age—was weak, so when he did animation dubbing, his voice felt like it floated awkwardly instead of sticking to the character.
But with guidance from a veteran producer and a publicly recruited voice actor, his skills improved day by day.
Most students grew in steps, with plateaus in between.
Seon-yul, however, grew along a forty-five-degree graph, without a single stagnant phase.