Chapter 101
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: Dry Lips
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My lips... my lips feel a bit dry.
I was still showing up at the set every single day without fail, and my work on Jennifer continued unabated.
Melody Burns.
Even though I'd made a deal with that crazy racist bitch, nothing had changed. I hadn't even thought of it as a deal to begin with.
That said, whenever I sat in one corner of the set, watching Jennifer and Catherine deliver their performances, I'd get swept up in their immersive acting.
But the moment a break rolled around, my imagination kicked into overdrive, and all sorts of depraved thoughts flooded my head.
And the vast majority of those images?
'That fucking bitch...'
It was only natural that they all revolved around humiliating Melody Burns—that goddamn cunt—in every twisted way imaginable.
"Hoo..."
Just then, Jennifer was off to one side of the set, checking her blocking, so I pulled myself together and watched her closely.
- Subordination Level: 16%
- Currently Covetable Talent: Innate Vocal Cord Flexibility (A+)
⤷ 1st Condition: Observe 'Jennifer Weisz' acting for 5+ hours. (Complete)
⤷ 2nd Condition: Observe 'Jennifer Weisz' acting for 15+ hours. (13.3/15)
⤷ 3rd Condition: Fulfill the 2nd condition first.
It had started because of the conditions, but what I'd come to realize by watching her was this:
I'd pegged her as just some innocent, playful girl, but when it came to acting, she had a seriously dedicated approach.
Even though she was a massive success as both a singer and actress—practically everyone on the street would recognize her—I'd never once seen her late for a shoot.
'Well, yeah. Even when I got to that leads' meeting early, she was already there.'
- Oh my God! Catherine, come on! Look at this mark—it's not just torn; the body's been drained of moisture excessively!
Playing the brainy, analytical little sister role, Jennifer was calm and intellectual in a way that bore no resemblance to her usual self.
Watching her carefully examine the extra actor lying there disguised as a corpse, I even started to wonder if this serious demeanor wasn't her true nature.
She'd only been acting seriously for a little over two years now, but she was already delivering nuanced performances on par with that Han Woo-hee.
It was a talent that was insane in an entirely different way.
And right beside Jennifer was Catherine, grumbling with a bored expression.
- Subordination Level: 16%
- Currently Covetable Talent: Innate Flexibility (A)
⤷ 1st Condition: Observe 'Catherine Tramell' acting for 10+ hours. (Complete)
⤷ 2nd Condition: Observe 'Catherine Tramell' in an action scene.
- Ugh... looks like I'm flipping this mountain over at midnight again. Damn it. Should've just slept with that hot guy from yesterday if I knew it'd come to this. What a shitty life...
She, on the other hand, nailed the laid-back role in a way that was the polar opposite of her usual serious personality.
Anyone just watching the drama without knowing better would swear that was their real personalities—their acting injected zero awkwardness and brought the show vividly to life.
Their chemistry...
It lifted the drama's potentially overly dark tone with humor, which was undoubtedly why a niche genre like Paranormal was blowing up nationwide.
Anyway.
Separate from that, it looked like I'd soon get to witness her real-life action scenes—not in a movie or drama—with my own eyes.
That was when my reverie was interrupted.
The scene they'd been shooting wrapped up, and director Steven Hozor grabbed the speakerphone.
"Okay! That's good! The actors were great—take a quick break. Smith! I didn't notice at first, but what's that mark on your neck? In an era where we can see every pore and freckle, what the hell is this? Do we have to VFX this crap too? Makeup team! Wipe it off—we're reshooting!"
Smith, the extra actor dressed as a vampire victim.
The faint mark on his neck? None other than a hickey. Not lipstick, but a light bruise from someone sucking on his skin with their lips.
It wasn't super obvious under all the blood makeup, but sitting next to Steven peering at the monitor, it caught my eye in the close-up.
It had been hidden by his clothes at first, but when Jennifer opened his collar to investigate, the camera faintly captured the hickey.
Personally, I figured it could happen to anyone.
The victim could've spent a steamy night with someone the day before.
But Steven was the nitpicky type who rejected even the tiniest unintended detail from making it to camera.
That was when—
"Haha. Woo-jin, sticking around till the end again today?"
The head director's sharp call-out had dampened the set's mood a bit, but Steven sauntered over to me with a casual expression.
"Makes sense. Even if it's not your scene, someone with your dedication—watching every context with your own eyes, immersing yourself—that's how you achieve such astonishing growth."
He seemed to have some minor misunderstanding, but I flashed a light smile and replied.
"Director, you're too kind."
"Hahat! You're too humble. Ah! Can't wait to see you on this monitor."
"Haha..."
Steven chatted with me briefly before suddenly yelling at the makeup team.
"Come on! Hurry it up. No night shoots today!"
His perfectionism paired with that speedy pace was just astonishing.
Local time: 7 PM.
With a 17-hour time difference, it was exactly noon in Korea.
Burbank Bob Hope Airport.
A black-haired woman was just emerging, pulling a black suitcase.
Click-clack.
Crisp look: short black skirt paired with a white blouse, black heels. She strode through the airport lobby like a model, exuding confidence.
Her hair, which gleamed slightly brown in the light, fell in delicate waves down to her waist.
Her long legs crossed leisurely, tracing a dizzying path.
Naturally, the eyes of everyone in the lobby converged on her.
The woman, drawing all those gazes, paused for a moment and glanced down at her smartphone.
Her previously pursed lips parted slightly, curving into a subtle smile.
Thud—!
"“Ack?!”"
Enraptured by the beauty's smile, two travelers gawking without watching ahead crashed their suitcases together, causing a commotion.
But the woman didn't spare them a glance, resuming her steps.
Her gait now even jauntier than before.
"Heh... He's on his way to pick me up...?"
Han Woo-hee, in California for a short vacation during her break, couldn't wipe the smile off her face.
She'd just gotten a message from Jung Woo-jin saying he was coming to get her.
Han Woo-hee turned from the exit toward the bathroom.
"My lips... my lips feel a bit dry. Hehe..."
She'd moisturize her lips—and give her cheeks a few pinches while she was at it. Anyway.
Evening.
I was heading down the now-familiar road to Burbank Bob Hope Airport.
Baek Hee-jin had flown back to Korea briefly, so she was out. Nothing major.
Han Woo-hee, on a short break, had messaged that she was coming to visit.
Whether she really wanted tourism or just craved dick, I'd find out when we met. Either way, it worked out great for me.
Baek Hee-jin was away, and Rachel was too far...
Plus, I'd built up quite the backlog of urges myself over the past few days.
Anyway, she was dick-starved, I was pussy-starved—win-win.
Vroom—!
She'd said she was already there, so no need to park.
I eased into the airport entrance, slowing to scan the area.
"There she is."
Didn't take long to spot her.
Tall women like Han Woo-hee weren't common, let alone ones with such a sleek, sexy figure.
She was turning the place into a photoshoot just by standing there.
The problem? Way too many eyes on her.
I quickly donned my mask and sunglasses, pulling up in front of her.
"Hop in, sunbae!"
Han Woo-hee, who'd been staring right at me even before I stopped, lit up and approached.
"You didn't have to come out like this—ooph!"
Saying that, she beat me to it, popping the rear door open and loading her suitcase before I could even get out.
I smirked at her and said,
"Our rep flew back to Korea, that's why."
Han Woo-hee, now settled in the passenger seat, twisted around playfully.
"I could've just taken a taxi..."
I hit the gas, circling the airport to peel out quick.
Vroooom.
"You're driving awfully fast, aren't you? I'm fine—take it slow."
"I told you. The rep's in Korea."
"Huh?"
She still looked clueless about the context, so I spelled it out plainly.
"Why's sunbae playing dumb? So I can hurry up and fuck that pussy of yours."