Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Shall I Let You Touch My Legs?
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Shall I let you touch my legs?
My heart is still pounding away, refusing to settle down.
This was the first act of rebellion I'd ever tried in my working life.
And since it actually worked, there was this thrilling rush.
The exhilarating sensation still lingers.
Along with a sense of sweet satisfaction.
"Phew."
Something truly astonishing had happened to me.
"A power that can convince others...?"
Finally, my father's dying words made sense—live a life worthy of your name.
Choi Min-seong – A person who achieves success with a heart as vast as the heavens.
He must have named me that way, knowing a day like this would come someday.
"What principle made the Conviction work, though?"
Asking the maknae—who has so much on his plate—to fetch coffee feels a bit much, right?
Maybe that's how the others see it, and that's what convinced him.
Or perhaps he backed off to avoid building an image of being too ruthless?
Either way, it doesn't matter.
I've gained an ability, and I've confirmed it works.
From now on, I feel like I can live up to my name.
I started to understand bit by bit why my father had been so regretful.
Why he'd told me to live happily.
"I can really live happily now!"
Father.
Thank you.
"Oh crap."
In my excitement, I'd overlooked the belated system alert.
D-Grade Conviction successful.
10 points awarded.
First Conviction success bonus: 10 additional points awarded.
Current points: 20
"Oh."
You get points for successful Convictions.
Probably, once they accumulate, you can do something else with them?
This is an intriguing system.
Clack. Clack.
"There you are. Min-seong."
"Ah, Writer."
"You talked back to Go PD and bolted, so what are you doing hiding here?"
Did she come to scold me for sassing her fiancé?
Anyway.
Kang Seo-yoon is as captivating as ever today.
Maybe because of the heat, or perhaps she went for a morning run.
Even in a simple short-sleeved crop top and leggings for comfort, her great proportions make her stand out.
Those legs are killer.
The leggings highlight her best features—her thighs and leg lines—in stark relief.
I'd caught the male cast members sneaking peeks at those legs multiple times today.
"I was thinking about what to tackle first."
"Really? No plans to go apologize to Go PD?"
"Did you come to chew me out?"
She curled up the corner of her mouth at my words.
"Pfft. No."
Unexpected.
I figured she'd be upset since the maknae sassed her fiancé.
"Sure, Go PD is my fiancé. But this is the workplace. We have to separate work and personal life. The directing team and my writers' team are completely different. Different jobs, too. Yet Go PD keeps butting in to scold my team members whenever he feels like it."
"……."
"It annoys me sometimes, too. So when you, the maknae, finally pushed back, it felt kinda refreshing."
I can't take that at face value.
"I just have a ton of work to do."
"Normally, you'd have fetched that coffee without question, right? And you knew exactly how Go PD would react if you said that?"
"……."
"But you talked back anyway. That's rebellion. Right?"
"Sorry. I won't do it again."
"I didn't come to scold you."
Kang Seo-yoon flashed a bright smile as she crossed her arms.
Her chest isn't small either, so it gets pushed up nicely above her folded arms.
"Has it been a month since you started?"
"Yes, about that."
"Sorry I haven't looked after you much so far."
"Huh?"
"Sorry for not defending you properly every time Go PD chewed you out. You're on my team, after all."
"Ah, no, it's fine."
She had defended me when it mattered.
"You know why maknaes can't last a month with Go PD's personality, right?"
"Yes, Han Writer mentioned it."
"I hope you stick it out, Min-seong. You've got passion, and you seem talented. Strong will, too. If you hang in there, you'll learn a ton. And gain a lot."
"I'll do my best, Writer."
"Do your best and do well. Got it?"
"Yes!"
"If you do, I'll take you under my wing. Trust me and tough it out."
"Thank you!"
Kang Seo-yoon Writer will mentor me.
Pretty girls really do have great personalities.
"But you have to listen to me. No rebelling like you did with Go PD."
"I'll keep that in mind!"
"Hehe. Good. Loud voice, looks good on you. Looking forward to working with you."
I still don't know what I can do with the points I've earned.
In webnovels, you can usually spend them on all sorts of things.
It'd be nice if there was at least a simple explanation so I could guess, but there's nothing.
"Good work everyone!"
"Thanks for your hard work today!"
"You all did great!"
Finally, the two-day, one-night shoot was over.
The exhausted staff headed off to eat.
"Min-seong? The maknae writer?"
"Yes!"
"You're working hard. It's great to see. Let's see more of you."
Mun Seo-yoon's praise—one of the hottest celebrities right now—made all the exhaustion worth it.
After wrapping up the shoot, we moved to the after-party spot.
Tough shoots like this always end with a company dinner.
It's how the staff bonds.
They meet up a lot, too.
Staff hooking up and dating happens more often than you'd think.
Sharing the grind, comforting and helping each other—it happens naturally.
Maybe that's how Kang Seo-yoon met Go PD.
Even with a guy like that.
Kang Seo-yoon seems too good for him.
Does she have low standards in men?
Or is there another reason?
She's not being blackmailed or anything, right?
I shook my head. No wild speculations.
This is my second after-party since starting.
Now that word's out I'm the maknae, other team members look out for me more.
"Twenty-six? Prime age, chomping iron. Jealous."
"You do good work. Quick on your feet. Don't bail—stick it out."
"Tough place, but rewarding. Hang in there."
Sound team, camera, directing—you name it.
Everyone's taking care of the maknae, easing the fatigue a bit.
But the ones who look after me most are still the writers' team.
"Min-seong, cheers. Down!"
"Good work today, Choi Writer."
"Tough one, huh? You did great, Min-seong."
Han Yu-ra clinking glasses beside me.
Kang Seo-yoon and the other writers across from us.
Our writers' team has five members total. Two of them are celebrity-level beauties.
So at dinners, guys from other teams shoot envious glances.
Some even come over to our table trying to get friendly.
But knowing Kang Seo-yoon and Han Yu-ra have boyfriends, they don't dare flirt.
Just casually drinking with women like that is an honor for me.
These dinners often double as informal meetings.
"What about the shoot location and items for two weeks from now?"
The discussion kicked off with Kang Seo-yoon and flowed lively.
With shoots every other week, we need to book spots and prep ahead.
Lots of ideas flew, but none seemed to click with Kang Seo-yoon—her expression stayed neutral.
"Min-seong? Got any ideas?"
As maknae, I usually don't pitch.
My job's compiling seniors' ideas and passing them on.
I was recording on my phone but answered cautiously.
"How about a country vs. city showdown?"
"Country vs. city? How?"
"Split the cast into groups of three, compare life in the country and city. With veteran entertainers, it'll make for fun banter and great footage... What do you think?"
"Two locations would complicate our jobs too much, Min-seong."
"You're new, so you don't get it. Other teams would flip."
The other writers grumbled.
"Sounds good, though?"
Surprisingly, Kang Seo-yoon was on board.
"You came up with that yourself?"
"Ah, yes."
"Country vs. city. Flesh out the details and bring it to my room tomorrow."
"Pardon? Ah, got it."
"Busy lately, right, Yu-ra? You handle some of it, and Min-seong, have it ready for me by lunch tomorrow."
She said she'd mentor me just earlier.
And now she's helping already?
Maknaes don't usually get items like this.
"Understood."
"……Yes."
But.
Han Yu-ra, stuck with my grunt work instead, doesn't look thrilled.
My one-room is five minutes from the office.
Can't leave whenever I want anyway, so short commute means more sleep.
Left the old house with Dad empty.
I got up early, headed straight to the office, and wrote the report.
Around 11, I took the materials to Kang Seo-yoon's room.
"All done?"
"Yes. I worked hard on it."
"Sit there and wait a sec."
Kang Seo-yoon, pretty as ever today.
Office-appropriate skirt shows off her sleek legs.
Black stockings make them even more alluring.
While she reviewed my papers, I stole glances at her legs.
Damn.
The chair cushion looks crushed under those thighs.
"Min-seong."
"Yes?"
"Did you really come up with this alone?"
"Yes."
"It's better than I expected. The setup, the games—they fit the cast's characters well. You're smarter than I thought."
"Thank you for the praise."
"I'm serious. You've got creativity, too."
Her beaming smile made my heart race.
"Polish it a bit more, and it'll be shoot-ready. Thanks to you, one less worry."
"Thank you!"
"Wasn't expecting much, but color me surprised. Guess I owe you a reward. What should it be?"
Swoosh—
She stood from her chair and approached me suddenly.
"Min-seong."
"Y-yes."
"You've been staring at my legs this whole time."
"……!!!"
"Shall I let you touch them as a reward?"