K&J
February 10, 2003, 12:30 p.m.
Hye-rim’s point of view
“Hyun-jin, tonight I’m going to keep you up until dawn.”
Hye-rim tightly clasped the hand of her girlfriend sitting beside her. Soft hands. The two of them had confirmed their mutual attraction while filming a movie a year earlier and started dating right away.
Of course they had run into each other often as classmates at the same school, and even before that they had crossed paths now and then during their child-actor days and on variety shows. But a sense of rivalry had kept them at arm’s length.
After Mureungdo three years ago they had begun to feel something for each other, and a year ago, while shooting Misaligned Love, that affection had finally been confirmed.
Today, February 10th, was Hyun-jin’s birthday—the second one they had spent together as a couple. Last year’s scorching celebration still burned in Hye-rim’s memory.
“Heh-heh. Okay. I’ll leave everything to you, Hye-rim. Ah… I still need to check the Stella Hotel reservation and pay the balance.”
“I’ll take care of it. You go on ahead into the café. I’ll be right up.”
When Hye-rim released her hand, Hyun-jin rustled through her bag and pulled out a script. Hye-rim briefly recalled the same scenario she herself had already read.
“Does Jeong-eun really insist it has to be a huge cock?”
Hye-rim thought of her junior by one year, Ahn Jeongeun from the Film Production Department. Petite, horn-rimmed glasses, the very picture of a model student. Yet her eyes were sharp and full of steel; she had already racked up a glittering career as a director, complete with awards at Cannes.
“Yeah. She wants real sex again this time. She says for a woman to be properly tamed on camera you need at least twenty centimeters of massive cock.”
“Crazy bitch. How easy is it to find a guy who’s packing that, good-looking, and can act? Tsk… she’s a lesbian too, right?”
“I told her the same thing. I asked her where she thought she was going to find someone like that.”
“And she came back with ‘You’re a lesbian too, unnie,’ didn’t she?”
Hyun-jin nodded.
They were lesbians, but they never used dildos on each other. Mutual oral and the scissoring they had learned from films were more than enough; both of them were satisfied with that. Deep down they still planned to marry men someday, and they had even promised each other they would share the same husband.
Jeong-eun had fretted so much over the phone that Hye-rim had called her to complain—and gotten the line “You’re a lesbian too, unnie” in return. For a moment Hye-rim had even wondered whether she ought to visit a host bar just to learn what sex with a man actually felt like.
“You know what Jeong-eun said about us?”
Hyun-jin closed the script and stared straight at Hye-rim.
“What?”
“She said when you and I do bed scenes our fake moans are way too obvious. She claims you only make real ones once you’ve known a man…”
“Insane. She’s a lesbian herself—how the hell does she direct sex scenes? Tsk…”
Jeong-eun’s smug face floated up in Hye-rim’s mind, along with the additional demand that they find a genuine beauty for the role of Aoi—someone so rare she might not even exist in real life. Late teens, fresh and green, prettier than either of them.
Unnie, I have to finish the scenario so I can’t go. If you know any pretty juniors, introduce them. Someone like Seo-rim for the lead.
Kim Seo-rim. Hye-rim felt a little guilty about her too. The girl was stunning, but her slightly mature face gave off no teenage vibe at all, so they had offered her the lead instead. Seo-rim had accepted even though she knew the scenes would be real sex.
She was only a sophomore; Hye-rim worried the real penetration might be too much pressure.
“Seo-rim will be okay, right?”
“I met her. She said since there’s no actual exposure on camera it’ll be fine. You know how ambitious she is.”
Not many directors could make demands the way Jeong-eun did. Their agency was small, so they could pass audition notices to juniors, but actual casting power was rare.
Seo-rim was beautiful, yet her mature mid-to-late-twenties look and the sensual glint in her eyes meant age-appropriate roles kept falling through. The only parts that came her way were bar-girl bit parts.
“Keep Jeong-eun in check on set. Once she gets in the zone she’ll shoot for hours.”
“I know her style. Back when she shot that short with us in our senior year she was so neurotic I almost hit her.”
“Ha. I really almost slapped her that day. Anyway, when’s the crank-in?”
“End of March. They’re shooting in Busan…”
Hyun-jin’s role was a Busan District Prosecutor. There had been a bed scene, but Hye-rim’s stubborn insistence had gotten it cut. There was still a sequence where gangsters kidnapped and threatened her, stripping her down to her bra, but even the thugs weren’t completely brainless—they stopped short. Hye-rim’s argument that a prosecutor who got raped might go completely off the rails and do anything had been convincing enough that Jeong-eun had reluctantly agreed.
After settling the hotel balance, Hye-rim sat with Hyun-jin in the second-floor café drinking coffee. That was when her eyes met those of a striking beauty and a handsome man whose right thigh bulged with a massive cock.
“Hyun-jin, look at those two. Especially the guy’s right thigh.”
Hyun-jin turned, lifted her sunglasses, then looked back at Hye-rim with a bright, surprised smile.
“I think she knows us. The guy next to her is reacting exactly like a fan.”
Hye-rim nodded at Hyun-jin’s delighted expression. Even from a rough glance the man’s package looked at least twenty centimeters; once erect, who knew how much larger it would become. That was the worrying part.
Then the young woman, looking shy, tugged the man toward their table. She bowed at a perfect ninety degrees.
“I’m Jeong Hye-yun, Class of ’03, Department of Theater and Film, Dongra University. Seniors…”
Up close the man had strong features and was quite handsome. Even if his acting was rough, Jeong-eun’s meticulous directing could make him usable as a supporting player. And crucially—he was a huge cock in his early twenties.
“Oh, nice to meet you. You’re coming to the training camp tomorrow, right?”
On top of everything, she was a direct junior from Dongra University. Hyun-jin was smiling with open pleasure; when their eyes met, Hye-rim nodded.
So this is how you cast a role…
A junior from the Theater and Film Department would never refuse a supporting part. And even if the man beside her was a civilian, they clearly looked like a couple; he would appear for his girlfriend’s sake.
The real question is how he’ll react once he finds out it’s a real-sex film…
After a dreamlike round of sex, Hye-rim drove while Jeong-eun’s words, relayed by Hyun-jin, kept circling in her head.
You only stop faking the moans once you’ve known a man.
Every bed scene she had ever shot flashed through her mind, and Jeong-eun had been right. Everything she had done until now had been nothing more than empty “ah-ah” noises.
Hyun-jin… no longer just her girlfriend, but a woman who would now serve the same man. Hye-rim squeezed her hand and let out a long breath.
“Haa…”
“What is it, unnie?”
Unnie.
Because Hye-rim had slept with him first, she had become the older sister and Hyun-jin the younger. They could still speak casually if they wanted, but Hye-yun had leaned in and whispered a warning into their ears.
“Hyun-jin, Hye-rim—I know you two have strong personalities. But our family values hierarchy. Don’t let Hyun-jin get too free. Keep the ranking for a few years; you can loosen it later. And don’t think you can take advantage just because Ian is kind.”
The moment Ian left the hotel room, the innocent-looking Hye-yun’s face had twisted with murderous intent. She had grabbed both of their cheeks and lightly slapped them while scolding them. Her temperament was no joke. Hye-rim, who had never met a normal person among actors, took it in stride, but Hyun-jin had shrunk back, trembling.
Hye-rim had stared blankly at Hye-yun. Then Hye-yun yanked them close, face crumpling.
“No answer?”
“Yes… unnie.”
“Yes.”
Tap-tap.
Hye-yun had grinned and hugged them both.
“Good. Let’s do this properly, both of you. And as you’ve already experienced, our man has insane stamina. He needs a lot of women. So don’t even dream of jealousy, understood?”
“Yes, unnie.”
“Yes, unnie.”
Crisp replies. Overwhelmed by their junior’s aura, Hye-rim and Hyun-jin answered stiffly.
“Hyun-jin, look at Hye-rim and call her unnie. Get used to it.”
When Hye-yun stared at her, Hyun-jin turned rigidly toward Hye-rim, pupils shaking.
“U… unnie. Hye-rim unnie.”
Stroke, stroke.
“Good girl, Hyun-jin. From now on call her that. And call all of Ian’s other wives unnie too, even the ones younger than you.”
“Yes…”
“But outside…”
Hye-rim had been worried enough to ask; Hye-yun simply smiled.
“Outside I’ll treat you like seniors.”
Tap-tap.
With that Hye-yun turned away. Hye-rim and Hyun-jin exchanged blank looks and followed.
They had been drinking, yet Ian had placed a hand on his head and done something; every trace of alcohol had vanished and he was driving perfectly sober.
Hye-rim remained cowed by Hye-yun’s terrifying expression the entire drive; the face refused to leave her mind. Even while trailing Hye-yun’s car she fretted whether the soft-hearted Hyun-jin could endure it.
“Hye-yun unnie was scary, right?”
“…Yeah. But she was right, unnie. I heard that in a harem household rules matter. If I show you respect, the younger sisters who come after me will follow.”
Hye-rim nodded. Looking back, nothing Hye-yun had said was wrong. Respect the hierarchy; once the household settled they could relax. Hye-yun unnie was the first wife—the queen of the harem. Staying on her good side would make married life far smoother.
“We got sucked in so fast. Those two are a total husband-and-wife scam team.”
Meeting them had been chance, but the moment they entered the hotel room Hye-rim had fallen for his acting. Thuggish, raw performance. At first she thought it was method, yet the instant the scene ended he switched from Mujin to Ian with effortless ease.
Incredible talent.
True method-level dramatic acting… wasn’t that the gift every actor dreamed of?
Captivated by that brilliant talent, they had danced to the script he and Hye-yun had prepared, ended up having sex, and become his wives.
“Hyun-jin, when you do method, the aftereffects last weeks, right?”
Hyun-jin’s style was total immersion. Even at home she stayed in character; after crank-up she couldn’t climb out of the role for a long time. That was why Hye-rim always cut psycho or prostitute parts for her.
Hye-rim herself had stuck to script-faithful acting since she was eighteen and avoided method. After playing a kidnapping victim as a child actress and falling in love with her co-star, she had sworn never to use the method approach again. Luckily he had smiled and turned her down.
The reason celebrities fell for each other while playing lovers, dated, then broke up as if nothing had happened was precisely because method acting was so common.
“Yeah. That’s how I started dating you after Misaligned Love. Luckily it was real love, so it lasted a whole year.”
“Right. Without your method acting, today never would have happened.”
“Yeah. I never would have known the pleasure Ian gives either. My… my pussy is still trembling.”
Hye-rim nodded. Even after experiencing it, even after watching it happen, it still felt unreal. That such pleasure existed… was this what drugs felt like?
“You’ll have an easy time with the drug-addict scenes this time. You looked exactly like a girl on a high earlier.”
“Heh… true. My prosecutor’s role is about falling into drugs, so it works out. I just have to remember today.”
For some reason Hye-rim felt both of their acting ranges were about to expand dramatically. Love with a man, the crazed junkie performance—everything had broadened.
She recalled a few scripts she had previously rejected.
“I’m going to take that serial-killer role—the mother whose daughter is kidnapped and murdered and who seeks revenge. After this movie.”
“Director Kim Seo-jin’s?”
“Yeah. Tell Jeong-eun she can go back to the original draft. The original was definitely better.”
Hyun-jin nodded.
The original had the prosecutor hunting drugs, falling into Detective Hwang’s trap, and getting raped by Mujin. That outrage would send the prosecution tearing into the Haeundae gang, spark a war with the yakuza, and turn the whole free-for-all among police, prosecutors, yakuza, and Haeundae into a powder keg—all ignited by the prosecutor’s rape. They had softened it to a simple kidnapping and underwear photos, but now that Mujin was Ian, real sex was possible again.
“Hmm. Won’t it feel over-the-top if she enjoys it that much while being raped?”
“Make it drugs. If she’s force-fed a massive dose and then raped, it’ll be even more dramatic.”
Hyun-jin’s face brightened.
Force-fed drugs, raped by a thug, left a wreck in a motel. When the prosecution found her, bribes from Haeundae or not, they would have perfect justification to smash the gang to pieces. The film’s coherence would jump another level.
“Should I make her cling to him as a sex slave like Seo-rim’s role?”
“No. Then the prosecutors would just think you’re a crazy bitch. Why do you want more bed scenes?”
“Yeah, fair. Then have her missing for days and fucked dozens of times instead.”
Hye-rim felt her own pussy grow wet at the thought of recommending Ian to Director Kim Seo-jin. In that film the mother, hunting her daughter’s killers, even works as a prostitute. She has fierce sex with one of the culprits who walks into the brothel, then drives a knife into his throat.
The movie wasn’t real sex, of course, but she wanted to share the screen with Ian.
“I’ll recommend my husband for the three culprit roles.”
“Huh? He seemed reluctant. He said one film a year.”
“If I beg hard enough he’ll do it.”
“True. Ian does seem soft-hearted. Unnie, I think we’re here—Hye-yun unnie’s car just turned into an alley.”
While they talked they had already passed through the tunnel. Hye-yun’s car swung right into a villa complex. Realizing they had arrived, Hye-rim slowly followed into the parking lot.