Chapter 386
Chapter 386
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 386
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (24)
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After finishing my lesson, I returned to the dorm and lay on my bed, replaying the day's events in my mind. Me, hugging the vice president like lovers, pulling off that tense, intimate act. It started out a total mess, but once I got the script, I managed to deliver some real acting chops.
"Heh heh heh..."
But today... it was more fun than I expected.
Skinship wasn't the sleazy thing I'd misunderstood it to be. Instead, wrapping around each other, hands roaming... it felt like lovers tenderly confirming their affection. Sensing the other's true feelings made my own heart open up in response—like that kind of connection?
The vice president called it checking if someone's a suitable breeding partner... but whatever! The skinship I felt today wasn't gross; it was warm, happy... downright pleasant.
So... I can throw myself into it even harder starting tomorrow, right?
Shaking off my lingering doubts, I decided to review and preview by looking up the movie we'd studied today.
The title was Crossroads. Rating: 7.3. Director... wait, hold up. It's a 15-rated film? I figured it'd be 19+ from what the vice president said, but nope. Comments mentioned it could've gone 19+ if it pushed further... and yeah, tons of people called the final scene super embarrassing.
Straddling the line between 15 and 19, huh?
Curiosity—or should I say scholarly zeal—got the better of me, so I bought the movie and skipped to the end. Sure enough, it played out that exact scene we'd rehearsed with the vice president today.
"I... I came, didn't I? Ngh... haa, you idiot... Did you miss me?"
"I thought you weren't coming."
A quick kiss, then sticky, drawn-out skinship between the two. Memories of that tender emotion from today had my heart racing solo... but soon enough, Min-ho started peeling off Ji-yeon's clothes. And Ji-yeon reciprocated, stripping his shirt while locking lips again.
"Oppa... haa, mmph..."
"Haa, Ji-yeon."
A deep, sloppy kiss that blew our earlier one out of the water.
"I love you..."
"Me too, haa... I love you."
Exchanging those primal words, the pair merged into one and headed to the bedroom.
- Creeeak
"Mmph... oppa..."
"Ji-yeon, haa..."
But the camera stayed put, only showing their backs.
- Creeeak
"I want to keep leaning on you like this forever, oppa."
Even faint snippets of their conversation drifted over, teasing the viewer's imagination... and just as they seemed about to dive in for real, fade to black—explaining perfectly why it stayed 15-rated.
"Aw..."
A bittersweet, lingering ending.
No, more like embarrassing... with an aftertaste that stuck.
I recalled the top comment griping about why shoehorn in something so risqué. The poster figured it was bait for buzz. But... I couldn't agree.
Hugs and pecks alone can't convey their raw truth. You need that edge of heat to nail the theme. Now that I got skinship's meaning, my eye for film sharpened. Crossroads' ending deserved applause.
No wonder the vice president picked it.
With time to spare... maybe I should watch it properly?
Absolutely not just to rewatch that ending. As a model student, I wanted to grasp what emotions my character brings to the skinship. Not for the caresses or deep kisses. Nope.
"Oppa... haa, mmph..."
"Haa, Ji-yeon."
So, bookmarking for "preview," I rewound to the start and dove into Crossroads. Lost track of time till dawn, looping those scenes over and over.
A tale of desperate, heartfelt love between two souls.
And it only scores 7.3?
No way... it's this good?
Fuming, I slapped a 10 on it and geared up for another full run... only to notice the hour. Crashing into bed, but their story kept replaying, sleep elusive. Could I one day star in a Crossroads? Find someone who looks at me like Ji-yeon does?
Not easy, but hoping for that day, I lay there willing sleep to come.
Reconfirmed skinship's power from yesterday, I dove into lessons with fresh fire. It's just an acting tool to convey the story's heart, right? No more embarrassment—I'd give it my all starting today.
"...You sure about this?"
"Yeah. If I'm gonna be an actress... kisses are inevitable someday. Might as well practice now. And vice president, if we get the chance, I wanna try the backroom scene too."
"What? But that's..."
"I know, it's that kind of stuff. Still... actors do it eventually. So... teach me early. I wanna nail 'Ji-yeon' from Crossroads this time."
Just like that, I resolved to change on the spot.
Yesterday, I sighed relief at dodging a kiss... but come on, no such luck. It's not real passion—just acting, practice. First kiss nerves? Eh, whatever.
Right now, channeling 'Ji-yeon' from the movie mattered more.
That nagging thought while watching: Could I pull that off? Gripping those emotions pre-lesson, I immersed fully as 'Ji-yeon' and kicked off with the vice president... no, Min-ho.
"I... I'm here."
"..."
"I... came, didn't I? Ngh..."
Our 'Min-ho' kiss ignited.
He lunged suddenly, stealing my lips... pulling me close, raiding my mouth. Cradled in Min-ho's solid arms, I forgot resistance... timidly extending my tongue to mimic him.
His tongue grazed my lips; mine grazed back. It probed my mouth; mine explored his. Soon, no telling who started, we sucked saliva, devouring each other.
"Haa, you idiot... Did you miss me?"
"I thought you weren't coming."
Kissing... way more electric than I thought.
Feeling Min-ho's hunger? That explained Ji-yeon's smile in his arms. His fervent love easing her doubts. Mine too. I melted into him, responding.
"...Liar. You were waiting."
"Yeah..."
"Don't make me wait anymore."
"..."
"I'm staying here from tonight."
Then Min-ho's caresses began. Not blatant groping... more like mapping me out, testing my heart, his big hands inching closer. Instead of flinching, I eased into him, surrendering slowly to reassure.
Same moves as yesterday, but worlds apart. Feeling his sincerity, I savored it—and he knew, getting bolder.
Thighs to hips...
...waist to chest.
"I'm never letting you go again."
"Idiot... I'm staying, remember?"
Another kiss.
Drunk on bliss, I gazed dazed at Min-ho... who charged in sans mood, ravaging my mouth. Delighted, I offered my tongue; he sucked it greedily, tasting me.
"Haa... Min-ho oppa, mmph, slurp... haa..."
"Ji-yeon..."
"Mmph, haa... I love you..."
Loving... feels so good, haa... being loved... mmph, so good. This must be Ji-yeon's high. Half a life wandering, finally meeting my soulmate. My family, my lifelong partner.
Min-ho oppa.
"I love you, slurp, smooch... haaa..."
Feeling his hand knead my breast, I rocked my hips slow. His rock-hard bulge pressed my belly. Haa, mmph... ready now? Confirming it all set, I undid my buttons myself.
- Snap!
"Eek?!"
But before stripping fully, Min-ho clocked me.
"Hey! That was a total disaster!"
...Huh?
That's not Min-ho... it's the vice president...
"Snap out of it?!"
Vice president grabbing my shoulders, yelling... spotting his slick lips snapped me back. I'd lost it—ditching script, script, pure delusion autopilot.
"Haa... cool your head watching your take."
Unlike Crossroads' tender exchange, my mess was cheap shock value, like the top comment slammed.
"S-Sorry... got too immersed..."
"Jeez... talent, even in screwing up."
"Heh heh... guess I am a talent dump."
First kiss jitters? Over-immersed hard. Back to reality, I breathed deep, calming the thrill. Reviewed script solid. True pros balance head and heart.
Reflection done, reset—lesson round two. Second kiss dulled the spark, letting me nail it sans blunders.