Beautiful World
Note: The novel's setting is a parallel-dimension Earth.
Ahn Jeongeun's Perspective
Beautiful World
This time I was aiming for mass appeal instead of another art-house piece. I picked up the screenplay I had written myself and went back to revising the section that had just come to mind.
“Hmm… so it’s even bigger than I thought. That’s going to hurt like hell…. Then the lead will completely break down, right?”
The role wasn’t the lead, yet it might carry the most critical turning point of the entire film. No one suitable had appeared, and I was growing restless when Senior Hye-rim contacted me.
On top of that, the Aoi role was locked in, and Senior Hyeon-jin had even agreed to the bed scene I had previously scrapped… I should have been riding high, yet the screenplay revisions refused to move forward, and irritation kept boiling up.
Even while rewriting at the agency, I found it hard to tear my eyes from the entrance.
I had to confirm whether the final puzzle piece matched the image I had been drawing all this time.
And with every word from Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin that this guy would exceed expectations, my heart beat faster. The problem was that I simply could not capture the psychology of a woman receiving a cock that size for the first time.
Ha… so there really are things you can’t understand just by watching a lot of it…
Filmmaking was the work of creating fantasy.
If it hewed too close to reality—especially in a crime film—it could provoke pure revulsion in the audience.
Yet if it drifted too far into pure fantasy, the movie stopped being a movie and became visual garbage.
A director always had to stand on the knife-edge between reality and fantasy, never tipping too far either way. That was why the sensation Senior Hye-rim had described with that dazed expression kept growing more and more intriguing.
Could a 33 cm monster even exist? Fantasy already started right there. It was real, yet completely unreal.
And then the psychology of a woman being broken in by it.
Pain, pleasure, and the process of submitting until she offered everything she was to the man and ruined herself—I simply could not grasp it.
I had to understand it precisely if I was going to keep the balance between reality and fiction.
“Haa… no matter how much research I do—interviews, novels, American porn—I still don’t get it. With something in the low twenties I could at least fill in the blanks from second-hand stories around me…”
I told myself even excess could be a flaw, then reread the section I had just revised and tried to imagine it.
Scratch, scratch.
“Damn it…”
I raked my fingers through my hair. Because Senior Hyeon-jin had shown interest in the bed scene, I now had to revise even the scenarios I had already discarded—especially the ones featuring Mu-hyeok.
That meant holes were suddenly appearing in a screenplay I had thought was perfect.
“Why the hell isn’t this bastard here yet?”
I debated switching to working on the computer, then lifted the script and read it again and again.
5:25 p.m.
A rookie actor was supposed to arrive at least thirty minutes early and wait, wasn’t he? I, the director, had been waiting for two hours already.
Irritation toward this newcomer named Kim Ian kept flaring up in sharp little bursts.
Then the conference-room door of Senior Hye-rim’s agency opened and a man bowed his head.
“Hello. I’m… the new actor Kim Ian, Director.”
I shot to my feet.
The irritation that had been rising instantly settled. That face alone was a pass. I liked the strong lines of it too.
Mu-hyeok was a loser, but when he needed to be a man he had to be endlessly masculine.
“Right. You’re dating Aoi, I hear?”
“Yes. Hye-yun and I are together.”
Aoi and Mu-hyeok never shared a scene, so whether they dated or not made zero difference to the film. I nodded and walked toward him.
“Height?”
“182 cm.”
Height was fine too. I liked it.
Looking at that face, I was already excited thinking about how makeup could add small scars and how a change of hairstyle could reshape his entire image. I kept closing the distance.
“Can you fight? Martial arts?”
“Special forces martial arts, spear, sword, saber, hidden weapons, even guns—I can use all of them. I’ve been interested in martial arts since I was little.”
“Huh?… All of that?”
I shook my head, thinking even boasting had limits. Still, he needed to know taekwondo, and he hadn’t mentioned it.
“Taekwondo?”
“Well… my family was hard up, so I never got to go to a dojang.”
“What kind of answer is that? You learned every other martial art but not the most common one?”
“Haha. Yeah. But I’m confident with kicks. They’re a bit more combat-oriented, though.”
He laughed awkwardly, yet confidence overflowed from his expression, and I hesitated. It really did feel like he knew how to fight.
Martial arts could be checked later at an academy. Now I had to ask the thing I was truly curious about.
I wanted to see his acting, so I told him to perform Scene 7—the first meeting with Detective Hwang—and read Hwang’s lines from the script.
* * *
What the hell did I just watch?
“You… are you really a civilian? You’ve never studied acting?”
Insane.
That was the only word that could describe the performance he had just given.
The image of Lee Mu-hyeok I had drawn in my head vanished completely. A far more perfect Mu-hyeok had just been breathing right in front of my eyes.
And exactly as Hye-rim had boasted—he wasn’t a method actor—the moment the scene ended his eyes changed and he looked at me with pure, innocent eyes again.
Could this kid become my persona?
“Yes. Until I met Hye-yun and Noona Hye-rim, I had zero interest in this side of things.”
The man Hye-yun had supposedly met by chance while dating at the Stella Hotel turned out to be this satisfying.
Whether his cock was big or small, I decided I had to lock him down somehow—even if it meant giving him a different role—and stepped closer.
“Well done. But this is a sensitive question… is your dick really 33 cm? That’s the most important part.”
“Yes. When it’s hard… it’s 33.”
He flushed a little, embarrassed.
Nineteen years old, just as claimed.
He looked a touch older—twenty-three or twenty-four—but that only made him better suited to play Mu-hyeok. I was pleased.
“Could you take the coat off?”
“…Yes.”
Watching his face turn bright red, I felt the freshness of youth.
And for a moment an uncharacteristic thought crossed my mind—was this sexual harassment?—so I searched for words to put him at ease.
“Ah… I need to check. Depending on the size of your cock I have to revise the screenplay.”
“Yes.”
When he shrugged off the black coat, my breath caught. The outline of that monster pressed against the white cotton pants underneath.
Exactly the size I had imagined for Mu-hyeok.
At least twenty even soft, and thick as well.
Ah!!! What a shame. If that were the erect size I could have drawn everything exactly as I planned…
Acting, looks—everything was perfect, and now I was actually worried the cock was too big.
A first-world problem if ever there was one. I let out a short laugh and stepped even closer.
“Can you take the top off completely?”
“Yes. Just… please make sure Hye-yun gets a good part.”
I nodded.
Just as Senior Hye-rim had hinted, he really was acting for Aoi’s sake.
Even in that single sentence I could feel the affection he had for her.
His diction is crystal clear. And that voice… the emotional delivery is perfect… Why the hell was a guy like this trying to live as an ordinary person?
Even without him asking, I was already warming to the actress named Hye-yun.
And despite all our bickering, gratitude toward Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin was rising thick and warm.
Right. Even if his cock is too big to use in this film, I have to lock him down for the next one.
Hyeon-jin’s real-insertion bed scene came with the condition that it be shot with the boy standing in front of me.
So I was in a position where I had to use him no matter what, yet even if I judged it impossible and couldn’t cast him in this movie, I still wanted to keep him.
This must be the feeling seniors talk about—meeting your persona for the first time. The moment your jaw drops and a shiver runs through you…
Even while looking at him, countless stories centered on him flashed through my mind.
Ideas were pouring out of me. Kim Ian might become my very first treasure.
Then he started unbuttoning his shirt and the muscles of his chest came into view.
Not too big, not too small—just right. Muscle that didn’t look deliberately sculpted, raw and natural.
The chest muscles that flexed, then the sharp abs gradually revealed.
He really has trained martial arts. Classic fighter’s physique…
I had once been deeply interested in the human body and had watched boxing and combat sports where men stripped their upper bodies.
The man in front of me possessed wilder muscle than any of those athletes.
Street fighter… not a drug dealer, someone who lives by fighting… No. That would completely tangle the story.
Broad shoulders, and the clear definition of his arm muscles.
Not the heavy, artificial bulk of bodybuilders—something closer to Bruce Lee’s muscle from the Hong Kong films.
I stared blankly until something brushed my palm and I jerked my hand away in shock.
I’m crazy… this is sexual assault.
I thought that, yet the living flex of muscle I had just felt through my palm refused to leave me.
I hurriedly walked behind him.
“Ah!!!”
Perfect. Look at those lats and erectors…
In my head I was already shooting ten action films with him at the center.
If I couldn’t invent a single action movie around a body like this, I should quit directing.
“Um… could you take the pants off too?”
I noticed my tone was unusually gentle today. No—only toward the man in front of me.
I wanted to put my hands on that feast of wild, living muscle again, but I held back with superhuman patience.
He nodded and slid the cotton pants down. Thick thighs appeared—far more massive than his upper body.
His lower half was even more perfect, like watching the coiling muscle of a wild stallion.
I walked around to the front to check the cock I had been so curious about, and the size of the glans peeking from the boxer briefs froze me in place.
How is something like that Korean? And that’s the soft size.
I had no personal experience, but how many porn films had I watched for research?
I had even scoured illegal domestic amateur videos on web hard drives without missing a single one, so the sheer presence of that absurd monster made me feel briefly intimidated.
I just stared.
He scratched his head, looking bashful, and the imbalance between that savage cock, those thighs, and the shy boyish face only excited me more.
Not as a woman— as the director Ahn Jeongeun…
I swallowed hard.
“Um… the underwear too…”
“Yes.”
“Don’t misunderstand. I’m not feeling any sexual desire right now. It’s just… looking at you as a director has me so excited.”
“Yes.”
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled the briefs straight down.
Wild upper body. Beastly lower body. And the clean line of his pelvis connecting them.
Everything was perfect.
Once the underwear was gone, that monster hung even lower, swaying.
The lead… whether Seo-rim can take that is the real problem now…
Looking at that cock, I returned to practical concerns and fell silent for a moment.
“Hmm…. What do I do.”
Could I actually film a woman properly receiving that? Was it within my ability?
—You’re the one who said you knew, so why are you making us do all the work? At least we have a rough idea what it feels like. What about you?
For a second I thought I heard Hye-rim’s voice. I made a major decision and walked toward him while he still stood there red-faced and shy.
“How do your girlfriends react? First time… was it painful?”
“Th-yes.”
He couldn’t even lift his head now, and I felt a twinge of pity, but for the film I had to dig deeper.
“Once they adapt? Ah!!! This isn’t harassment. I just can’t picture the process of the lead being broken in by Mu-hyeok at all.”
“Yes. Once they adapt… they like it. They even have kids.”
“They never even think of leaving you?”
He nodded.
“They act like they’d give you their liver or gallbladder if you asked?”
Why did Mom suddenly come to mind? Mom, who never left even while Father beat her.
He hesitated a moment, then nodded again.
Still the image wouldn’t form.
“This isn’t sexual harassment. Don’t misunderstand me. I’m a virgin too. Can you… sleep with me?”
“What?… That’s… transactional… prostitution…”
His troubled, hesitant expression made me impatient.
“You’ve already got the role, so it’s different from sleeping your way into a part. As a director I simply cannot understand the feelings of a woman being broken in by a size like yours.”
“…”
Silence.
I was frustrated.
“Your girlfriend Hye-yun… I’ll take responsibility and raise her. I’ll use every connection I have and put her in lead roles within a few years without a single body lobby. Ah!!! Does that make it transactional?… Anyway!!!”
“…Then. Yes. But not here…”
Only then did I remember we were still in Senior Hye-rim’s agency conference room and told him to put his clothes back on.
I was in a hurry.
I had to solidify the scenes now flooding my head.
“Let’s go. Nearest hotel.”
“Th… yes.”