Yandere Kang Sena (2)
“All right, Sena. Look this way. Camera three — and hands up over your head, cute little bunny ears!”
Ugh…
A cute little bunny.
Even now, I still couldn’t get used to gravure shoots. But if it meant making money, I had no choice. I needed the cash so I could buy Sihyun oppa delicious food — and so I could rent an apartment near his place.
Even if it made my skin crawl, for a little while I had to be a bunny.
“Great, Sena. Now show us that ass — and shake it. Naturally~”
Humiliating.
Shaking my hips in front of other women was a first for me. Back in high school I’d been One-Punch Sena, the girl everyone knew not to mess with. Society was terrifying. It had turned One-Punch Sena into Bunny-Girl Sena. If any of the friends I’d hung out with in high school saw me like this, I’d want to crawl into a hole and die.
Sihyun oppa… but for you, I can do worse than this.
My face burned red with shame.
“Oh! Sena — that naturally embarrassed look. Perfect. Your acting is top-tier!”
Camera director.
This was just my actual face because I was mortified. It wasn’t acting. Huuu…
I did as the director said — shaking my hips, hands raised over my head like a rabbit.
“That’s it! You’re doing great, Sena. Now for the highlight of this gravure video collection! Stay just like that — wrap your hands around the carrot and lick it seductively!”
Aaaagh!
It only got worse from here. Who the hell even watched garbage like this?
Hikikomori guys too shy to talk to real women, that was who. Men who played the demure, well-behaved male in public because society demanded it — then went home and jacked it to perverted videos like this, hiding their true nature. Two-faced bastards.
And also…
“My, is that the rookie Sera everyone’s talking about in the gravure scene these days? Ooh… she’s even cuter and prettier in person. I could just snatch her up and make her mine~”
…lesbians who said shameless crap like that. They were the main customers.
Women to men, ten to one. The world was full of women and short on men. Women kept getting stronger, and the lust they piled up was getting harder and harder to control. So more and more women paired off with other women. Some even hooked up for a single night and walked away clean. People called those women-women couples yuri. Because men were so scarce, yuri culture was becoming more and more normal in Korea.
“Aigoo, PD Seo Yeong. What brings you all the way out to our little shoot? You could’ve called ahead.”
“Ah, boss. Long time no see. I heard you’d dug up a promising rookie, so I came to take a look.”
“Ah — our Sena? Yes, as you can see. Where was a treasure like that hiding all this time? We’ve only uploaded the prologue video to YouTiba so far, and the response has been insane! I guess our yuri girls all have the same eye for talent. We haven’t even shot the main feature yet and the pre-orders are already through the roof.”
Seo Yeong PD studied Sena — currently mid-shoot in her gravure pose — with a thoroughly lewd gaze, then kept talking.
“Bust thirty-five, waist twenty-three, hips thirty-five. Right?”
Lee Eunhye, president of the gravure video company BustyLand, nodded in open astonishment.
“How did you clock that in a single glance? As expected of PD Seo — your eye is incredible.”
“That’s not all. Come here a second…”
Seo Yeong beckoned Lee Eunhye closer and whispered into her ear.
“Looking at the axe-mark lines showing through our Sena’s bunny suit… seems like she’s still a pure little virgin who’s never been touched. Now this is a real prize that just rolled in.”
Lee Eunhye’s face tightened with mild panic.
“Ah — no… you don’t really need to know it in that much detail…”
Caught flashing a little too much of her private agenda, Seo Yeong cleared her throat, embarrassed.
Ahem…
“Anyway — isn’t it about time you climbed up into the light, President Eunhye? Stay buried in the gravure market too long and you’ll never make it aboveground.”
Lee Eunhye snapped straight into full bootlicking mode and started buttering her up.
“I’d love nothing more. But that ‘light’ you’re talking about — without backing from someone as powerful as you, PD Seo, how is a person supposed to get a foothold? If someone of your stature could just slot one of our girls into even a single MBS one-act drama…”
The truth was, Seo Yeong PD might have looked like a plain, frumpy middle-aged auntie, but she was currently the hottest drama executive producer at MBS. She did drop by the gravure market now and then under the pretext of scouting new talent — but what she was really hunting for wasn’t actresses. It was one-night stands to feed the appetite of a lesbian player.
Launching a low-profile gravure idol carried real risk, so her method was simple: dangle the sweet promise of turning them into a star, screw them once, then cut contact. Even after that kind of treatment, the gravure girls — whose ultimate dream was still to become entertainers — rarely managed to file a proper sexual-assault report. They just tried to keep the dream alive somehow. Someone at Seo Yeong’s level had the power to lock a rookie out of broadcasting and film entirely.
“Which is why I’m saying, boss — I’ve been thinking I might help you out a little. You’ve always taken good care of me, and I’m finally in a position to return the favor.”
In reality, Lee Eunhye had been regularly introducing Seo Yeong to her company’s top-performing gravure idols. “Introducing” was the polite word. It was sexual bribery in all but name. The entertainment industry was like that — the dirty work got done without hesitation.
Lee Eunhye bent at the waist, practically bowing, and whispered into Seo Yeong’s ear.
“Then how about drinks tonight… we can talk details there. Too many ears around here. I was thinking of bringing Yena — our current top girl — and Hitomi, the premium gravure idol who just came over from Japan. Would that work for you, PD?”
Seo Yeong wiped her glasses and answered quietly.
“Those… worn-out girls? No. You’ve got someone fresher, boss. Come on — I shouldn’t have to spell it out for someone like you.”
Only then did Lee Eunhye understand why this slippery old snake of a PD had shown up at her company. The bitch had deliberately come hunting the pure rookie idol currently shooting a gravure spread — Sena.
“PD… that one’s a bit difficult. She’s not even a full employee yet — just hired on a part-time basis. We can’t really force meetings on her the way we do with the other talent.”
At the words “part-time,” Seo Yeong’s eyes sharpened.
“Is that so? Then she’s a genuine pure college girl who’s never worked anywhere else. Heh heh heh.”
She laughed like a pervert and swallowed hard, practically drooling.
Lee Eunhye shook her head and muttered to herself as she looked at Sena.
Aigoo, Sena.
This is bad.
She’s been marked by this perverted snake of an auntie.
I was going to raise her into our company’s top pure-type gravure idol…
But once someone as filthy as Seo Yeong sets her sights on you, that ship has already sailed.
“I’ll talk to Sena myself, then. Same place as always for dinner, boss.”
“Ah — yes? Y-yes…”
Lee Eunhye bowed a full ninety degrees to Seo Yeong. Even if the PD was disgusting and underhanded for trying to devour the pure rookie actress who was supposed to put their company on the map — if they ever wanted to climb out of the underground entertainment of gravure and into the light, they had to endure it.
“Well then. I’ll be going.”
Seo Yeong offered a light goodbye, flashed a smile at Kang Sena, and strolled slowly toward her.
“Hello, Sena.”
The moment a middle-aged woman in glasses I’d never seen before approached me, the entire crew stopped shooting at once. Judging by the atmosphere, she was someone very high up. I’d watched her talk with the company president — and even the boss had been scrambling around her. Better to make a good first impression.
“Yes. Hello.”
I clasped both hands politely and bowed. Greeting someone while wearing a slutty bunny outfit with rabbit ears on my head felt deeply weird. On top of that, the way the glasses auntie was looking at me rubbed me the wrong way. Her gaze was sticky — crawling over my body and face like she was cataloguing every inch — and it kept giving me the creeps.
I covered my chest lightly with one hand and took a step back. Only then did the glasses auntie stop ogling me like a pervert and switch to a calm, professional tone.
“Ah — sorry, Sena. Occupational hazard. Don’t worry. I was only checking whether you’d fit a role in the drama we’re shooting. Looking at your face, you don’t seem to know who I am yet. I’m Seo Yeong, a PD at MBS Broadcasting.”
She pulled a business card from a rather flashy card case and held it out to me.
MBS PD, whatever — I didn’t care. I had zero interest in broadcasting stations. I was only doing this job for Sihyun oppa.
I took the card with a look of pure inconvenience. Moving around in a bunny suit was already annoying enough; now I had to hold a business card on top of it. My expression twisted slightly.
Seo Yeong had clearly expected me to light up with joy at receiving her card. The anticipation in her eyes collapsed into open bewilderment.
“Ah — I’m PD Seo Yeong. You… don’t know me?”
“No. I don’t.”
“But you’ve at least heard the name? Stars on Your Chest, Reply Hani 1997, King Goblin, Love’s Dirty Laundry — I produced all of those. You’ve seen them, right? Hahaha.”
“Ah~~~~”
“Yes — I’m that Seo Yeong PD. Hahaha.”
“I have absolutely no idea. I don’t really watch dramas. Sometimes I watch YouTubers, that’s it. So what did you need from me? I need to finish shooting and go. I have somewhere to be. If you don’t have business, please move. Let me work.”