Chapter 146
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 146
Chapter Title: There Are No Meaningless Scenes. (♡)
There are no meaningless scenes.
(♡)
- You might not remember, but last time when I reviewed the movie Social Media, I talked about how foolish it is to compare yourself to others on so-called SNS. Because unlike media that captures only the most important, shining moments—since it can't contain everything—our lives don't have that kind of 'condensation' or 'emphasis.'
Shin Ji-hye, attending Professor Kim Hong-jin's class, immediately grasped what he was trying to say.
What he emphasized in every class.
'Movies and dramas aim to show the most important moments, so every scene hides the director's and actors' intentions.'
- Yes, I know it's tiresome, but I'll say it once more. There are no meaningless scenes in dramas. At least not in works by top-tier talents like Steven Hojer or Jung Woo-jin.
"Heh."
Professor Kim Hong-jin was known for sharply analyzing and critiquing actors' performances, but when it came to Jung Woo-jin, he almost always spoke positively.
- That's why that expression Jung Woo-jin showed at the end of episode 8. Assuming it's not just a heavy-faced act for show—mere superficial flair—I rewatched his performance again. From his first appearance in episode 4, over and over. Take a look at the screen for a moment.
While Professor Kim Hong-jin fell silent.
Scenes of 'Brian's' face in close-up slowly crossfaded on the screen.
Brian's already handsome face filled the screen enlarged, and Shin Ji-hye let out an audible sigh of admiration.
"Wow, the vibe is insane..."
- Do you see it?
Professor Kim Hong-jin's firm voice cut in, as if scolding Shin Ji-hye.
"See what...?"
She knew Jung Woo-jin, playing Brian, was ridiculously handsome and full of aura.
But she had no idea what Professor Kim Hong-jin was getting at.
- You might get comments calling me an emotionless T like this, but as I mentioned before, the emotions visible through a person's face are ultimately combinations of tiny muscle movements that form it.
"Ah... Facial expression muscles."
Professor Kim Hong-jin particularly stressed 'fine details' to students aspiring to act.
To become true top-tier talent, rather than blindly charging at expressing some vague emotion.
One must approach it scientifically and analytically.
Part of that was understanding and studying 'facial expression muscles.'
Before Professor Kim Hong-jin could give the answer, Shin Ji-hye rewound the video to find it herself.
"In most scenes, his mouth is closed. Not pursed, so the buccinator is relaxed, but slight tension in the orbicularis oris. Lowers the depressor supercilii for a subtly serious, angry vibe..."
As she rewound and analyzed repeatedly, Shin Ji-hye suddenly realized that in the scenes Professor Kim had compiled, Brian always had his back to Jennifer.
"Huh...?"
Her thoughts reached that point, and she began noticing details she'd glossed over as mere habits, too trivial.
Movements so subtle they seemed unintentional.
Amid the overall serious expression, his lips were always slightly twisted.
"Right levator labii superioris..."
The 'levator labii superioris,' about 1cm from the nostril, lifts one side of the upper lip, creating a mocking sneer.
Unable to hold back any longer, Shin Ji-hye replayed the video.
Little time left until the next class, but she couldn't stop here.
- Keeping that in mind, please watch these upcoming scenes.
Scenes appeared on screen with Professor Kim Hong-jin's voice.
This time, mostly focusing on Jennifer's face: her approaching Brian to speak, or them facing each other.
"Ah..."
- Sorry for the buildup. The earlier scenes were mostly Brian with his back to Jennifer—expressions only we could see. The later ones are when facing her or in positions where they could look at each other anytime. You might ask the difference. Looking at this facial anatomy chart...
Professor Kim Hong-jin, shown from the waist up, smiled and continued explaining, but Shin Ji-hye, goosebumps prickling her entire body, couldn't properly hear him.
She didn't need to hear more; she realized Jung Woo-jin had intentionally varied his expressions per scene setup.
"A sneer...? Calculating the framing so meticulously...?"
Susan Downey tossed and turned for a long while with her eyes closed.
Finally giving up on sleep, she bolted upright.
She glanced at the wall clock.
Saturday, 4 a.m.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears like a noisy clock, making sleep impossible.
"What the hell is this..."
Susan knew exactly the 'cause' keeping her awake.
Today was the day of her photoshoot with Jung Woo-jin.
But why that kept her from sleeping? She couldn't say.
No, she couldn't admit it.
"Damn it..."
It started again.
Thinking of Jung Woo-jin made the space between her legs itch unbearably, her hand drifting down unconsciously.
Susan squeezed her eyes shut, resisting instinct.
"Hahk..."
But eventually, her slender fingers successfully delved between her thighs.
Slipping inside her thin nightgown, they quickly found the tingling slit, caressing it. The entrance quivered immediately, oozing sticky fluid.
Since that day, that incident.
Susan's body heated up daily.
When lying down to sleep, images of Jung Woo-jin yanking her hair, shoving his cock into her mouth, made her hand stray to her pussy relentlessly.
Once started, right before parting, the feel of his thick, rugged fingers briefly churning her pussy haunted her.
Her body igniting regardless of time or place—even once in her office, door locked, masturbating to his photo.
And now.
The more she thought of Jung Woo-jin, the more she unconsciously plunged into her pussy; the more she did, the more he filled her mind, heating her further.
Overwhelmed by the blaze, Susan kicked the blanket off the bed.
"Hak, haaahk...!"
Even without it, her body burned too hot.
Susan tore off her thin nightgown.
Even the panties tangled at her feet—she flung everything off the bed and began self-pleasuring in earnest.
One hand fondling her breast, the fingers buried in her pussy shaking and stirring wildly.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squiiiish-!
Her heated breaths.
Entranced, eyes closed, panting, she focused on fucking her own pussy.
Not as big and thick as Jung Woo-jin's hand.
But to recapture that sensation, she increased the fingers inside, thrusting harder.
Four became too awkward to move.
So she settled on three.
Squelch, squelch, squiiiish, squelch, squiiiish-!
Naturally, she found the position that felt best for pounding her pussy.
Which was.
Spreading and supporting her labia with thumb and pinky, scraping the vaginal walls rapidly with index, middle, and ring fingers.
Susan watched Jung Woo-jin in the recorded Paranormal she'd left on, letting her imagination run wild.
"Ah, ahn, aaaah...! Fuck my pussy, pound it harder, more roughly, wreck it cooompletely-!!"
That massive back, piercing through the black priestly robes vividly, wrapping around her.
Jung Woo-jin's thick arm, gripping the heavy crossbow one-handed, thrusting toward her crotch.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squiiiish-!
Bound by him, she'd scream madly.
Reaching the unbearable point.
Begging him to stop, please...
"Pl-please! If you pound so rough, my pussy will break-!!"
But Jung Woo-jin clearly wouldn't stop as she wished.
Then all she could do was tremble to the peak of pleasure, shrieking lewdly.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squiiiish-!!
Enduring, holding back, no matter how much—even against his relentless fingering.
She'd surely devolve into vulgar depravity.
"Hnngh, hngh, hooooooh-!!"
Her mind went white as she arched her waist into the air.
Her thighs trembled violently, supporting the bed; her back bowed like a bow.
Ssssh, shiiiish-!
Like a wet dream mishap.
Unable to control her body, compressed fluid jetted from her urethra into the air.
Susan tried curling up to hold it back.
But Jung Woo-jin would surely pinch and twist her clit and nipples hard, making resistance impossible.
Squeeze-.
"Hngook, ohhooooooh-?!!!"
Then she'd.
Spiiiish, shiiiiiiiish-!!
Forget social status, upper-class dignity, her role as a mother.
Tongue lolling, beast-like screams.
Becoming the lewd bitch squirting anywhere he commanded.
Shiiiiiiiish-!!
It was obvious.
"Kguooooooh-!"