Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Perfect Recording
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Perfect. We can go straight into recording.
As someone who had often seen the charismatic figure she displayed on stage through the mass media, her current appearance felt utterly alien.
Im Eun-ha glanced up at me, panting excitedly as she gripped my hair tightly, like she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Haah, haaah...."
After a lascivious kiss and nipple teasing, I devotedly caressed her neck, earlobes, sides and navel, lower belly, and finally her pussy with utmost care.
Compared to the other women I'd slept with before, this was truly earnest foreplay.
Slurp, smack, slurp, suuuck-.
Nearly ten minutes of diligent licking and sucking had left Im Eun-ha's pussy a mushy, drooping mess.
Her pubic hair was soaked with my saliva and her arousal fluids, while her entrance twitched and leaked juices profusely.
Even after such thorough ravaging, Im Eun-ha's pussy retained its pretty color and neat shape, as if insisting it was still a virgin slit.
A perfectly ripe pussy, practically begging to be devoured right away....
"Aaah.... O-Oppa...."
Im Eun-ha, burning with need, gently stroked my head as she pleaded.
"......"
I'm going insane. I'm really losing my mind.
Having such a ripe pussy right in front of me, but being unable to whip out my cock....
→ Primary Condition: Make ‘Im Eun-ha’ sexually frustrated without violating her virginity.
→ Secondary Condition: Fulfill the primary condition first.
[Current ‘Im Eun-ha’ Sexual Frustration State: 24%]
Im Eun-ha's 'sexual frustration' wasn't rising as easily as I'd expected—not even with a little more stimulation would it fill up quickly.
Smooth-.
As I stopped the cunnilingus and stood up, Im Eun-ha met my gaze with eyes full of anticipation.
Im Eun-ha came home and plopped down on the sofa, sitting there blankly without even washing up.
Lips and neck, breasts and pussy.
Her body burned hotly along the trails left by Jung Woo-jin's lips and hands.
The feel of him fondling her breasts, sucking her nipples in his mouth, and finally licking and sucking her pussy like it was the most delicious ice cream—it was all still vividly etched in her senses.
"......"
In that moment, when just one final step remained, Jung Woo-jin had awkwardly smiled and helped her put her clothes back on.
In that absurd situation, Im Eun-ha couldn't remember everything he'd said. But certain words stuck with her....
'Because I cherish you,' 'Your first time should be on a more meaningful day.'
Im Eun-ha covered her face with both hands and let out a sigh.
"Haa...."
Sitting still like that, all sorts of thoughts flooded her mind.
'No way he didn't feel any sexual attraction to me, right? That can't be.... Or maybe I came on too strong and it weirded him out...?'
Even worse.
"Does Woojin oppa hate pubic hair down there?"
When Jung Woo-jin had been eating her out, she'd gotten the feeling that her surrounding bush might have been a bother.
"Or maybe...."
Im Eun-ha slipped a hand under her panties.
Even though Jung Woo-jin had wiped her clean with tissue, it still felt sticky.
Im Eun-ha gently rubbed her pussy with a finger, then sniffed it.
"...Does it smell down there? Doesn't seem too bad...."
At that moment, in the dark living room, her smartphone screen lit up, drawing her eyes.
Thinking it might be Jung Woo-jin, she snatched it up—only to see an incoming call.
Caller: Lee A-ram.
"Ughhh...."
She swiped to answer, and a chipper voice burst through immediately.
- Huh? Why pick up this late? Hey! Im Eun-ha! Why'd you answer?!
Im Eun-ha let out a hollow laugh and pressed the phone to her ear.
"Hey, you bitch. You called, so I answered. What?!"
Lee A-ram's voice went silent for a moment. After a brief pause, it returned.
- You alone...? At home?
"Yeah. Home. Damn it...."
- How'd that happen...?
"I'm miserable enough already—shut up."
- Ugh. Don't tell me you wore those teddy bear panties again? That kills the vibe instantly!
"I wore red ones, okay? And it just stopped midway—not a total failure.... Probably."
- What? How far did it go? Where'd it stop? Kiss? You already kissed last time, right? Next step's only one thing??
"......"
- Hey! Why no answer! How far, damn it?!
Im Eun-ha covered the phone's mic and muttered "crazy bitch" under her breath so it wouldn't pick up, her frustration starting to boil over.
"Hey. Let me ask something too. What's it called again? Cunni-whatever...? You know, when the guy licks it."
- Oh my god!!! Fuck?! Cunnilingus? That far?!
"Shut up for a sec!"
- *Ahem*... Okay, okay. Spill it.
"What does it mean if a guy does that... then just stops?"
- .....
No response. For a while.
The studio inside the film company's premises, gathered with key figures from the movie [Just Friends].
Jung Woo-jin and Im Eun-ha were inside the recording booth, conversing with the outside.
"Shall we get started?"
Jung Woo-jin nodded calmly in response to Director Min Woo-jeong's words.
[Ready.]
Director Min Woo-jeong listened to his voice through her headset and thought.
'The voice is good, but....'
The sound engineer, exchanging signals, played the pre-recorded MR at the requested key and said.
"Effects minimized as much as possible, adjusted to capture the raw voice."
The unadulterated voice.
Even people who think they sing well are often shocked by how awful their raw recording sounds.
Songs belted out in karaoke rooms or echoey bathrooms can be illusions created by effects or room reverb.
The gap between what one imagines and the stark reality of a raw recording is that vast.
Professional recording gear makes it even more naked than a phone memo.
"Will it be okay...?"
"It's what Eun-ha wanted.... Let's watch."
The film company's staff worrying was only natural.
Even pro singers and idols often sound terrible without effects in raw takes. Could an actor like Jung Woo-jin handle it?
They were more concerned he'd get discouraged and abandon the OST.
But the MR had already started playing, and everyone held their breath, eyes fixed on Jung Woo-jin's mouth.
Just as the intro ended and the first verse began.
"Mm...."
The music director, with his classical training making him hypersensitive to rhythm, let out a small groan.
It was like a ghost note—barely audible, mostly breath, yet perfectly on beat.
[By now, it's time to forget ♬]
A subdued hum, almost whispered, yet brimming with raw emotion precisely because of its restraint—the perfect first verse.
After just that one line, the music director nodded in approval.
'He's got it.'
This actor, Jung Woo-jin, perfectly grasped the narrative arc of a song.
Amateurs who delusionally think they're good singers often ignore structure, trying to dazzle from start to finish.
To pros, that's karaoke fodder—not real singing.
As the saying goes, 'Just the first verse!'—intros demand it. Listeners are clueless about the story; pouring emotion or flashy technique too soon backfires more than it shines.
In that regard, Jung Woo-jin's opening was ideally suited to the 'rise' phase.
[Why does your figure still flicker in my mind? ♬]
Voice tone? What he'd really wanted to check wasn't just timbre, but whether this actor could relax his throat and sing naturally.
Decent amateurs can hit mid-range fine; post-production polishes it.
But crossing the 'break point' or 'passaggio' changes everything.
The voice warps so much, you wonder if it's the same singer.
That's where pros and amateurs diverge.
Pros use voicing and resonance for seamless transitions; amateurs raise their larynx and screech.
Post-production can't fully fix that.
But experts see the whole from one glimpse—like the music director did.
'The fact he can hum it so casually means his basics are solid.'
Not dumping breath clumsily like a newbie mimicking 'half breath, half voice,' but finely controlling his vocal cords while flowing air to modulate dynamics—it was clear.
Jung Woo-jin's song built toward the chorus climax.
The music director leaned back comfortably, eyes closed, savoring it.
When Jung Woo-jin's song ended.
Everyone in the studio stared at him wide-eyed, utterly dumbfounded, visibly stunned.
"Uh.... Um. That was great, Woojin-ssi...."
Director Min Woo-jeong recovered first, grabbing the mic.
When she turned to the music director.
"Perfect. Pro-level. Actually, even among pros, few have such solid fundamentals. No unnecessary flair, which makes it ideal for voicing a simple country boy's earnest longing. We can go straight into recording."
The notoriously cynical music director had unusually lavished praise.