Chapter 143
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 143
Chapter Title: How Did It Come to This.... (♡)
How did it end up like this.... (♡)
'Brian Syndrome'
School, office, restaurant, café, supermarket, large shopping mall.
If you just lent an ear anywhere people gathered, you could hear the word 'Brian' no matter where you were.
And if you listened a little more carefully, you were sure to hear 'Father Brian' or 'Jung Woo-jin' following right after.
- Isn't Brian fucking sexy?
- Crazy! You cheeky bitch. Who the hell calls him just 'Brian'? It's 'Father Brian'.
- What? Oh, right! Have you seen that on Netflix? 'Inner Beauty' and 'Guy Friend, Girl Friend'.
- You just watched it now? I've binged through that and even 'Fixer from Hell'.
- Huh? He's in that too?
- Actor Jung Woo-jin was awesome there too. Though 'Father Brian' feels like his true life's role.
'Brian' was none other than a character from the hit American drama Paranormal.
Brian appeared as the 'Father' in a small town in the story. After discovering the existence of werewolves, he took up arms himself to protect the town's parishioners.
But the situation was far too overwhelming for him to handle alone—a pack centered around a powerful werewolf suspected to be a 'Lycaonsloth'.
Just then, Jennifer Morgan and Catherine Morgan, hunters specializing in exorcisms, arrived in the town.
The older sister, Catherine Morgan, was injured in an attack by the 'Lycaonsloth', but Jennifer teamed up with Brian to launch a counteroffensive.
They had until the full moon rose.
One by one, they hunted down and eliminated the werewolves hiding in the town.
In the process, Brian displayed keen observation and deduction skills, bold willingness to act as dangerous bait, and quick adaptability to situations.
Though various supporting characters had appeared in Paranormal up to now, none provided the same sense of reliability as Father Brian.
Yet, that didn't mean the drama's tension fizzled out pitifully.
Over his solemn expression, Brian portrayed with delicate and masterful acting the human fear of confronting the unknown, and the sacrificial courage to face it anyway to protect others.
His presence captivated not only longtime fans but also the new viewers drawn in by the buzz.
And this wasn't limited to America.
Starting from the fourth week of January when 'Brian' began appearing in earnest, word of mouth about Paranormal spread worldwide via SNS and NewTube.
By the fifth week of January, when episodes 5 and 6 dropped on Netflix in full, Paranormal swiftly conquered the platform.
And in the first week of February, when episodes 7 and 8—featuring Brian and Jennifer teaming up to exterminate werewolves—hit Netflix.
- 'Paranormal' Tops #1 in 54 Countries in Week 1 of February Amid Praise for Acting and Immersion [Comprehensive]
The 'Brian Syndrome' had finally exploded into a global phenomenon.
And right at the center of that frenzy...
...was the MB Fashion Group, run by Susan Downey.
Clunk-.
Susan Downey entered the large conference room and spoke coldly to the executives rising from their seats.
"Don't stand. Sit."
Only after scanning the faces of those seated did she head to the head of the table.
Click-clack-.
Her steps were so firm they practically stamped the floor, her perfume trailing faintly behind her.
"Hoo..."
She flopped into her chair with an audible thud, propped her chin on the table, and let out a deep sigh.
"Screen."
She issued the order in a frosty tone.
Whirr-.
As the beam projector hummed to life, the front monitor displayed this season's lineup.
"I've said it over and over. Do you remember what I said at the start of the year?"
Susan drummed her nails on the table without even glancing at the screen, and the room's atmosphere chilled rapidly.
"Why is no one answering? Steven, you answer."
She pointed at a middle-aged man, who stammered in panic.
"It slips one's mind sometimes. Why so flustered?"
Tsking her tongue, Susan shot up from her seat, strode across the room to the screen, and loomed over the executives.
"I'll say it one last time."
She jabbed at a few items on the lineup with her finger.
Then turned back around.
"Let me make it crystal clear again: I'm not like those art-freak idiots. I won't tolerate clothes you can't wear outside yourselves. So what the hell are these potato sacks?"
The brand head responsible for the lineup Susan singled out raised a sweaty hand.
"...President, after the collab with Jung Woo-jin, time was so tight. We had no choice but to compromise..."
But before he could finish...
...his excuse was cut short by Susan's hand.
"Time was tight? If time's tight, pull all-nighters, outsource, coordinate somehow! Isn't that right? You think fashion's a joke? In an industry more trend-sensitive than any other, you're gonna throw away a golden opportunity like this?"
She tilted her head sharply, staring him down piercingly.
"......"
Realizing his mistake under her glare, he bowed his head in silence.
Susan leaned on the table with both hands and spoke low.
"I'll save time. Meeting's over. Those concepts I pointed out—give you a week to revise. If you can finalize in two weeks, bring the draft then. What are you waiting for? Get out and work."
As she turned to face the screen, the executives hurriedly replied and cleared the room.
Susan, still eyeing the screen, grabbed one leaving.
"Hold up. Fire that designer. Crazy bitch trying to play artist on company dime."
"...Understood."
Left alone in the conference room, Susan sighed.
This February Fashion Week for MB Fashion Group was crucial for her.
Originally, they'd planned to promote the existing lineup with Jung Woo-jin joining. But with Paranormal's explosive popularity...
...they pivoted to centering the entire Fashion Week around Jung Woo-jin.
By Susan Downey's decision.
She knew the schedule was tight, but blowing a chance like this over busyness disqualified her as a businesswoman.
Susan could see the incoming fashion trends crystal clear.
'Brian Syndrome'
It wasn't sparing the fashion industry either.
She'd seen recent stats showing men seeking crisp, solid-color shirts.
Men favoring clean, formal looks like 'Father Brian'.
Some executives claimed it was short-term data, needed more observation.
Those idiots needed culling at the right time.
"They couldn't say that if they'd watched the drama. Bunch of morons."
Susan whispered at the screen.
"You can look forward to it..."
Dead center on the screen she stared at so intently stood Jung Woo-jin in priestly garb, poised arrogantly.
Right now, if you grabbed anyone on the street and asked them to name a young actress who came to mind...
...nine times out of ten, it'd be 'Jennifer Wise'.
Currently, 'Brian' and 'Jennifer' were displaying chemistry that was nothing short of fantastical.
Their urgent interplay and acting prowess forced viewers to hold their breath in immersion.
And above all...
...what drove people wild was undoubtedly their combined visuals.
Scenes with Jennifer—innocence and sophistication coexisting—and Jung Woo-jin with his utterly perfect looks...
...compelled viewers to glue their eyes to the screen.
No wonder SNS overflowed with clips of them tagged as 'the most unrealistic yet perfect couple transcending tastes' in drippingly sappy posts.
And right now...
...the two most famous people on the planet were pressed flesh-to-flesh.
"Nngh, urghh...?!!"
Jennifer gripped Jung Woo-jin's thick forearm binding her tight and let out a groan.
Her left leg yanked back over her head, forcing her right foot toward the ceiling too.
Bound so inescapably she couldn't move on her own...
...Jennifer's pussy was being relentlessly plunged by Jung Woo-jin's right hand.
Squelch, squelch, schlick, schlick, splurch-!
Each time his fingers roughly pressed her mound, droplets sprayed everywhere.
A tsunami of unbearable pleasure whitened her mind.
She thrashed vulgarly, wailing.
"Gheeh, goh, gonna cuuum-?!!"
Jennifer rolled her eyes wide, then squeezed them shut in humiliated shame at the jet surging from her core.
Pssht, pssshhhh, shhhhhh-!!
As the gush began, Jung Woo-jin pulled his hand from her pussy as if on cue, watching the fountain show.
"Wow. Impressive."
The thick stream arced high before pattering to the floor.
The dying flow dribbled weakly, soaking the bedsheets.
Jennifer jerked her hips, trembling.
"Haa, hngh, haa..."
Through watery, blurred vision, she glanced down at her sex and shuddered.
Her flushed pussy, glistening with dew...
...looked utterly obscene.
'How did it come to this...'
Fingered to squirting everywhere.
She'd never imagined experiencing something like this.
Since starting 'sensory training' under Jung Woo-jin's tuning, her body grew lewder by the day.
Her nipples, stimulated daily like training, became switches that flipped at a mere touch—pure erogenous zones.
Her pussy, brutally plunged each meeting, now yawned so wide three thick fingers felt ticklish.
"Alright, round two? Don't lose it this time—endure to the finish and feel every sensation. Got it?"
"Hic, huaa...!"
Barely recovered, the rough intrusion prying her pussy anew made her quiver violently.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, splurch-!
Jung Woo-jin's thick, long fingers ravaged her pussy mercilessly.
Scraping her sweet spots relentlessly...
...Jennifer clutched his forearm again, wailing desperately.
"Hiii, ooohhh-?!"