Chapter 125
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 125
Chapter Title: First Lesson
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As the day drew to a close.
To put it another way, it meant today's shoot was nearing its end.
And that was exactly what made Jennifer's heart pound.
"Jennifer, the shoot isn't over yet, so I'll explain it separately afterward."
Jung Woo-jin's words about explaining it separately.
The prospect of experiencing something new.
Jennifer could confidently declare that no words in the world were more thrilling than these.
She was never the type to hold back her curiosity.
It was one of her widely known anecdotes that she had cleared her entire schedule for three months to study vocal music, brushing off her producer's pleas that she was fine as is.
She even had a record of winning an amateur AOS game tournament.
She was someone who derived great pleasure from learning something from new experiences.
Fans loved her for it, calling her "The Most Special and Odd One."
But.
In Jennifer's mind.
The most special existence didn't seem to be her.
Everyone praised her as a genius.
But she had only just entered her second year of seriously filming Paranormal, while Jung Woo-jin hadn't even been in the work for a full year yet.
And moreover.
'Even during the audition, it wasn't this good... How on earth can he act like this...?'
Even if she didn't know Jung Woo-jin's past.
She had at least seen his first audition, hadn't she?
Just a month's gap.
Could acting skill change this much in that time?
She knew better than anyone that acting wasn't that easy, having tried it herself.
But what made Jung Woo-jin special wasn't just his acting prowess.
'His looks too...'
An appearance so handsome that "good-looking" didn't even begin to cover it, and a sturdy physique that naturally drew the eyes.
And she'd heard he was even good at singing last time.
How could there be such an unfair person in the world...?
Jennifer clenched her fist without realizing it.
"Cut! Great! That's a wrap for today—let's pack up!"
Coincidentally, as the director called the end of the shoot, she thrust her fist into the air.
"Yay!"
"Woo-jin! That was amazing. How do you even think of that?"
The explanations for her curiosities, their backgrounds, and Jung Woo-jin's reenactment of the acting left Jennifer in a constant state of awe.
It felt like fireworks of "inspiration" exploding in her head.
The fields that inspired him weren't limited to acting. Music, exercise, even accents from people living in different regions.
He was elevating even unexpected experiences into acting.
"Jennifer, if it wouldn't bother you, I'd like to give you one piece of advice."
His offer of advice made her eyes sparkle as she replied.
"Huh? No, no! Bother me? Go ahead—tell me anything!"
"Then, sit here and close your eyes for a bit?"
"Uh...?"
"Come on. Close your eyes and breathe comfortably."
"Okay..."
Jennifer plopped down on the sofa in bewilderment and squeezed her eyes shut.
Closing her eyes wasn't anything special, but worrying that her eyelids might not fully shut.
She consciously squeezed them tighter than usual.
"How does it feel?"
The feeling of closing her eyes...?
"...Uncomfortable."
He told her to relax her mind.
But closing her eyes in front of a man she liked watching her was... incredibly...
Strange and uncomfortable.
As her eyelids trembled lightly, Jung Woo-jin's soft voice continued.
"Then, how about keeping that uncomfortable feeling and drawing a picture in your mind?"
"...Okay."
"Robbers have taken over a bank and blindfolded you. Your hands are tied behind your back, and a gag is stuffed in your mouth. In the pitch-black darkness where you can't see a thing, you only hear the robbers' footsteps. Footsteps drawing closer and closer."
Would the voice of a heavenly storyteller sound like this?
His calm yet increasingly urgent tone made her truly feel like she was in that situation.
Jennifer trembled, as if the robbers would appear any second.
"Ugh, ugh...!"
Yet, imagining she was tied up, her movements weren't large.
Jung Woo-jin's voice reached the quickly immersed Jennifer.
His faintly echoing voice was like narration.
Without disrupting her immersion, like a voice from within her consciousness.
"What kind of acting should an actor show in this situation? Humans express over eighty percent of emotions through their eyes, but yours are covered. Is trembling anxiously the only option?"
But even immersed, Jennifer couldn't think beyond trembling.
"Losing one sense brings more chaos and fear than you'd think. Especially vision. Your senses focus more sharply on hearing than ever. And behind your ears, the 'postauricular muscles' twitch or move in those moments."
Jennifer listened intently to his ongoing voice amid her anxiety tremors.
"So add the movement of those postauricular muscles to your trembling. It'll move naturally as you focus on hearing—if that's hard, try feeling like you're moving the back of your neck."
Following his voice in her mind, Jennifer focused on the sound of the robbers' footsteps.
Steps that briefly receded, then approached again.
She felt tension in the back of her neck, her ears perking up twitchingly.
Naturally.
"Ah..."
Clap!
"Alright, now open your eyes?"
At the light clap, Jennifer opened her eyes and blankly looked up at Jung Woo-jin.
"That's not all. In extreme tension, people sweat and hunch up. In severe cases, they might even feel chills."
"Uh..."
"Some say an actor's expressible emotions are limited to what they've experienced. Well, that's true—you can't perfectly replicate the unexperienced. But—"
"......"
"You can try similar experiences, even if not identical."
"Yeah..."
"In my opinion, Jennifer, you need more diverse experiences."
A bit hurt by his words, Jennifer mumbled back.
"Really...? I thought I'd tried pretty hard to have various experiences myself..."
But despite her whining, Jung Woo-jin's face still held a gentle smile.
"Remember that time? When we brushed past each other going for the OST?"
"Huh?"
"You seemed lacking in that area too—want me to help?"
"W-what...?!"
"Eek, ugh, i-is this really experiencing diverse sensations...?!"
Jennifer's urgent voice.
If asked what the situation was.
It was me freely caressing the defenseless Jennifer's breasts—blindfolded, hands bound behind her.
It was necessary to fulfill the conditions.
But I hadn't expected her half-joking, half-serious proposal acceptance.
Of course, even if she'd refused, with two 'Condition Overrides' left, I'm not sure I would've let her go.
Anyway, here we were.
I barely suppressed a leaking grin through my teeth and calmly replied.
"Of course. Remember what the community said about Jennifer Morgan's capture in season 8 episode 8?"
Of course, I didn't neglect tickling her nipples.
"Hah, w-what?"
"They said her torture scene looked too stiff, like a statue. Though it was post-torture."
"Ah, ahn!"
I gently stroked Jennifer's nipples with fingertips almost—but not quite—touching.
"Surprisingly, pain is linked to tickling. This is your chance to absorb and internalize diverse sensations—I'll do my best to help."
I subtly twisted her nipple a bit.
"Experiencing a little pain like this is good too."
"A-ah?!"
Jennifer let out a cute moan.
⤷ 1st Condition: Provide new inspiration to 'Jennifer Weisz'. (Completed)
⤷ 2nd Condition: Give 'Jennifer Weisz' new stimulation through nipple stimulation.
⤷ 3rd Condition: Fulfill the 2nd condition first.
She didn't seem to have experienced the "new stimulation" yet.
But the first time is always the hardest—once she consented, she'd surely feel it soon.
Raising nipple sensitivity.
Gentle stimulation, lotion for slippery teasing, or occasional strong touches—all good.
But the key to erogenous zone development is consistent training.
If not in the first lesson, then the second.
If not then, the third.
"Hah, haa...?!"