Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Actress Jung Soyul (6)
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I checked the script and confirmed the character.
Choi Young-do.
A character scraping the bottom of the barrel in life.
Rough speech, a menacing face, and a temper that exploded like wildfire at the slightest provocation.
He was a man who burned himself up to shine bright.
I got the gist.
I understood why Jung Soyul couldn't immerse herself in Hwang Jun-ho's acting.
A man who burned like fire wasn't just some irritable guy.
Characters like that never looked back.
They focused on the now, not what came after, so every action was immediate and impulsive.
To portray such a character, the golden rule was to zero in on the acting right then and there—don't think about the scenes to follow.
And Hwang Jun-ho was handsome, wasn't he?
For an actor like that, he'd have needed to amp up his intensity even more to blend with the role.
He probably couldn't pull it off.
I knew exactly how to do it.
Method Acting
[Fully understood Choi Young-do's character through the script.]
"I'll give you the signal, and you jump right in."
I approached Jung Soyul and said.
"From now on, you're not top star Jung Soyul of Korea."
"You're a woman raised like a flower in a greenhouse, but rotten to the core inside. And I'm the lowlife here to shake your whole world to its foundations."
I explained the Lee Ji-su character as I understood her.
Method Acting
[Target: Jung Soyul]
[Role Fixed: 'Wounded Chaebol Heiress']
She started reacting to my words.
Her eyes flickered, then steadied.
"Ready, action."
Even her voice tone shifted.
A top star really was different. She immersed fast.
But.
No.
I wasn't satisfied.
Even with the skill, she hadn't fully sunk into the character.
"Cut."
This wouldn't cut it.
She wasn't immersing like this.
"It's fake. Your eyes are just glaring hard, but you're not scared of me at all."
Lee Ji-su was supposed to fear Choi Young-do, the guy from the gutters.
Their physical contact wasn't happening in some positive situation.
Mixed with love?
No, the total opposite.
The inevitable clash when total opposites collided.
So she needed to fear me even more.
"Are you evaluating my acting right now?"
"Yeah. You said you were struggling to immerse, so I'm fixing that."
Her eyebrows twisted at my critique.
"Let's go again."
"You haven't even said a line. What gives you the right to...?"
I grabbed her shoulder.
"Kyaa!"
Thud!
"That hurts! What the hell...!"
Jung Soyul, slammed against the rooftop wall, yelled in irritation.
Still the celebrity Jung Soyul.
"Action."
She glared like she wanted to end it right then.
The skill kicked in, forcibly sinking any thoughts of bailing on the situation.
The moment she heard "action," Jung Soyul's expression changed.
"Let... let go of me... It hurts, I said..."
"Hurts? This hurts?"
I pinned her down hard.
"You can tell you were spoiled. Whining over this grip strength."
"Ugh... Let go! A guy like you...!"
The script didn't matter anymore.
This was just a method to immerse in the characters.
I acted the lowlife life, she acted the upper-crust elite.
Just giving it our all to sink into the scene.
I pressed closer to her.
"D-don't..."
Jung Soyul's face flushed deeper.
"...I said let go."
"All talk, huh. Miss."
Her expression shifted at my words.
Realizing I wasn't Kim Jinwoo but Choi Young-do, her face went blank and stupid.
Finally caught on?
After that, it was easy.
Jung Soyul improvised right along, and I matched her perfectly.
She looked at me with total immersion in the role.
Her flushed face turned toward me.
A desperate expression begging for what came next.
Her eyes sparkled as her lips quivered.
Once I set the frame, she acted brilliantly.
If a stranger saw, they'd swear she really fell for me—such a lovestruck look.
Even slowly closing her eyes?
This was top-class acting.
#Loves_Being_Dominated
[Flashing wildly – due to role immersion in coercive situation.]
This should do it.
No need to push further.
"Cut. You were perfect, Soyul."
I ended the Method Acting.
"Ah."
A gasp escaped her.
Regretful?
Her strength gave out, and she slumped to the ground.
"Haa, haa... That just now..."
"How was it? Feeling the vibe now?"
She nodded.
"Soyul, you did great."
I stroked her head.
Honestly, I was surprised she followed so well despite the shock.
The skill helped, but she didn't resist and nailed it in one take.
No wonder she's a top star.
As she caught her breath, I asked.
"Satisfied enough to get wet over it?"
"W-what? Get wet? What're you talking about?"
"You said earlier there wasn't even time to get wet. Did this acting give you that space?"
She froze, unable to answer right away.
"D-don't be ridiculous. You got cocky after doing okay once, but I didn't have time for that? So don't say weird stuff!"
Why's she reacting so strongly?
She started that talk.
Oh, no way.
"You actually got wet?"
"W-what? You wanna go to the cops for real?"
She really did.
But I didn't push it.
"Kidding. Just teasing you a bit."
Jung Soyul wasn't the type to let that slide.
"......"
I offered her my hand.
"Get up. I'll help you."
She stared blankly at me.
"Your legs must be jelly. Looked like my scary start drained your strength."
Finally, she took my hand.
"...Th-thanks."
"Got the feel now?"
"Roughly, yeah. Not bad."
"The character fit me like a glove."
She stood, brushed herself off, and glared at me.
What now?
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Could you maybe do more practice like just now?"
"Your words say one thing, but your body's honest..."
"That's not it!"
Can't even joke.
"Anyway, possible?"
"No reason not to. Stage is this rooftop?"
"...Sure. No one's watching."
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
She pulled a business card from her bag—pure white like her handbag.
"What's this?"
"My personal card. Contact me here. Hit me up if you need anything."
I took it.
White card with gold lettering.
Just her name and number.
I texted the number.
"That really the only payment you want?"
"Your real expression?"
"Yeah. Honestly, I couldn't quite grasp that expression..."
I looked at Jung Soyul.
Face slightly flushed, flustered expression.
Not the haughty actress from before—raw and real.
She didn't even realize it herself. So damn cute.
An actress embarrassed like that.
"Already got it."
"Huh?"
"Your real, non-acting expression. I got it already."
"......"
"So I'll keep helping you out."
She looked confused, but that satisfied me too.
Only I got to see this side others couldn't. Stirred my possessiveness.
Honestly, a bit regretful.
Sucks I couldn't unlock all those tags yet.
But no rush.
If Sexgram was right and she was hiding those desires, I'd unlock them soon enough.
I watched Jung Soyul tidy up and leave.
What the...?
"Your expression's way better now, right?"
On the set of Young-do's Love.
Director Park Jung-hoo, megaphone in hand, glanced at Jung Soyul on the camera director's words.
"Definitely improved."
Park had been dissatisfied with Jung Soyul's recent acting.
Even if her co-star didn't fit the script's character, Hwang Jun-ho's performance met Park's standards.
He'd given his all with his good looks.
But the lead actress, Jung Soyul, kept breaking her own immersion and couldn't deliver fully.
That irked him.
He knew why, but it wasn't professional.
A pro actor immerses no matter what.
Especially a top star like her—perfection was mandatory.
Until now, she'd fallen short of expectations.
But her acting now...
"Stop! Do you even know what you've done?"
It was perfection itself.
The Jung Soyul he knew.
Delivering exactly the directing he wanted.
Hwang Jun-ho's efforts almost looked silly by comparison.
"Okay!"
Park signaled okay after her take.
"Soyul, keep it up just like that! Perfect!"
The set buzzed with top energy.
And the one who'd turned it around, Jung Soyul...
"In a spot like that, grab my arm harder."
Was instructing Hwang Jun-ho to get aggressive.
"Pardon? But won't that hurt? I don't want to mark up your soft, pretty skin, sunbaenim."
So annoying.
She swallowed her rising irritation and added.
"Do it. It helps immersion."
"...Got it."
What would Kim Jinwoo have done?
-Don't order me. I'll handle it.
-If you like this, just show it sooner.
-You said you need time to get wet—ask for more skinship yourself.
-Want me to grip harder and leave marks? I can take you somewhere private if you want.
He'd probably force her...
Jung Soyul shook her head hard.
Don't think nonsense.
This is the set.
Not the time for weird fantasies.
She closed her eyes.
Erased Hwang Jun-ho in front of her and overlaid Kim Jinwoo.
Suddenly, instead of the handsome, mild Hwang Jun-ho stood the rough, hulking Kim Jinwoo.
The moment she saw the imagined Kim Jinwoo...
'Ugh...'
Her lower belly clenched.
I was in a real bind right now.
"Heard some weird rumors about you?"
"What rumors?"
"That you're Jung Soyul's cousin or some bullshit."
The weird rumor from sorting out those punks clinging to Jung Soyul had boomeranged back.
Not the rumor itself causing trouble.
"I know you better than anyone—no pretty cousin like that."
"......"
"What went down with that girl?"
It was Choi Ye-won staring at me.
Her lips were visibly pouting.
Super sulky.
Usually, this meant coaxing her for hours.
Working out together all day.
Or helping with her homework.
"Don't say nothing happened. You're not that type."
Tch.
She wasn't letting me off easy.
"So what did happen?"
She whined at me.