Chapter 61
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Chapter 61
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Filming Wrap and Party Indulgences
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Squelch squelch
"Cut! Okay!!"
With Director Min Woo-jung's most passionate shout yet, the filming of the movie Male-Female Best Friends finally wrapped.
The lead actor they'd cast had caused a drunk driving scandal midway through production and exited the project. Stepping in as his replacement was the rookie who'd just landed a minor role in a drama.
Director Min had sensed it from their very first meeting—Jung Woo-jin's fluent English pronunciation paired with his calm yet profoundly resonant acting tone.
But the execs from the production and distribution companies hounded the set daily, pushing back against her insistence on using a total newbie.
- Can you really make the deadline like this?
- A rookie's a rookie. They might seem fine at first, but they don't have the stamina to carry it to the end, right? Even in that drama, you're only in the first three episodes at best. Why not swap now while...
The roughly two months of filming dragged on amid constant nagging doubts and worries.
Director Min knew that if she lost her nerve, the entire production would collapse. Outwardly, she held firm like it was nothing, but inwardly, she was rotting away—and she couldn't stop it.
That was the situation.
Or at least, it had been.
Then, after one week passed and the second rolled around...
The production and distribution reps who'd been showing up every single day like clockwork finally nodded in approval and withdrew.
The message was clear. Even through their skeptical lenses, Jung Woo-jin's acting chops and looks had won them over.
And the moment all filming wrapped...
Unable to hide her surging emotions, Director Min gripped both of Jung Woo-jin's hands tightly. Her eyes were red-rimmed.
"Woo-jin, thank you so much..."
Watching from afar, Im Eun-ha approached with a playful grin, feigning grumpiness.
"Whoa! Director, what about me? This temperature difference is making me jealous!"
Director Min, who knew Im Eun-ha's habit of cracking jokes to liven up the set, replied with a smile.
"Of course I'm grateful to you too, Eun-ha! With Woo-jin joining mid-production and having so little prep time, it must've been tough syncing up, but you nailed the role perfectly. That's why."
Director Min alternated glances between her two leads, nodding with sturdy satisfaction.
In the end, these two stars had been the ones propping her up, keeping her from crumbling.
Not through direct pep talks, of course. Directors direct, actors act—that's the rule.
Director Min had even wondered if they were actually dating. Their chemistry and emotional depth hit absolute peaks.
Even knowing it was just filming, watching them felt like stumbling into a real couple's intimate moment.
Noticing Jung Woo-jin and Im Eun-ha standing perfectly side by side, Director Min leaned in slightly and whispered,
"You two... aren't actually dating, are you?"
Jung Woo-jin just flashed a casual smile. Im Eun-ha waved her hands frantically, backing away.
"Eek, no way! Director, you're saying weird stuff again just 'cause it's not burdensome for you. You really say anything to actors, huh?"
"Your shocked reaction makes it even more suspicious."
"Wh-what?!"
Director Min dropped the joking smile for a serious expression.
"Now it's my turn. We're not totally done—post-sync dubbing's left, but I'll bundle that into a day or two later, so no worries. Even if it kills me, I'll grind my soul into the editing. Promise."
And so, Jung Woo-jin's two months on Male-Female Best Friends shifted into post-production.
The day after Male-Female Best Friends wrapped.
June 27th also marked the finale of the 16-episode Fixer from Hell.
Ratings had peaked at 22% early on, stabilized around 18%, and hit 19% for the last episode—a solid success.
The wrap party was at the same barbecue joint as the premiere dinner.
Choi Hyun-yong PD stood, his face flushed from the booze.
"Alright! Let's grill till our bellies burst today! Everyone, great job! Cheers once, then let loose! Cheers!"
Choi Hyun-yong PD raised his overflowing beer glass with gusto, and all the cast and crew clinked glasses amid laughter.
I was there too, seated across from Hong Ye-won.
"Cheers!"
"Chaaars..."
As I clinked with Hong Ye-won, Son Sia slyly extended her glass from beside me.
"Cheers!"
A happy dilemma.
Now I could fuck either Hong Ye-won or Son Sia all night without schedule conflicts. All I had to decide was who for tonight.
As if reading my mind, both Hong Ye-won across from me and Son Sia next to me sent subtle, inviting glances—silent pressure.
"Let's see."
Keeping my gaze forward, I slid my hand toward Son Sia beside me.
She wore a short skirt with her outer layer draped over her lap for cover, so I could reach her pussy discreetly enough.
The barbecue joint buzzed with noise. I whispered just loud enough for Son Sia to hear.
"Endure without squirting for 10 minutes, and I'll fuck you all night. Deal?"
"Wh-what? What if I can't hold it...?"
She protested with a shocked face but didn't reject spending the night together.
"Then just pretend you're so drunk you squirted."
"......"
Son Sia bit her lip, pondering.
"...Fine."
I gently stroked her soft panties with my fingers.
"Go to the bathroom and take 'em off."
"......"
Son Sia stared at me incredulously.
"How intense are you planning to go... What if I actually squirt...?"
"Don't wanna?"
"...Sigh..."
In the end, Son Sia couldn't resist and headed to the bathroom.
Hong Ye-won, who'd watched it all, pouted and downed her drink. She rarely drank much, but her gut must've been churning.
I leaned toward her, pretending to grab distant tongs.
"Tomorrow's Friday. I'll come over in the evening and fuck you straight through to Saturday, so get ready."
Hong Ye-won, who'd been hanging her head, snapped it up. Her eyes gleamed fiercely, mismatched with her timid nature.
That intense gaze unnerved me; I broke eye contact and settled back. She'd clearly starved during the long shoot.
Conveniently, Son Sia returned from the bathroom.
As she sat and went to drape her layer over her lap, I preemptively slid my hand in.
"Eep..."
Smooth skin, and right in the middle, a damp valley glistening with dew. I slowly dragged my middle finger up her soaked pussy.
Then.
"Exactly 10 minutes..."
Son Sia whispered, lightly gripping my wrist. Her face was set with fierce determination.
Instead of answering, I pressed my middle finger harder, parting her pussy.
"Ahng...?!"
Ten minutes was just an excuse—I planned to toy with her a bit then take her home for the real fuck.
But her steely resolve irked me.
Might as well shove in my ring finger too. I minimized wrist movement, just wiggling my fingers to rub her upper vaginal wall.
"Eut... Ughng...?!"
The clamor of voices, sizzling meat, whirring exhaust fans drowned everything out—but I swear I could hear that faint squelch squelch from somewhere.
It wasn't audible, but her pussy juice splashing off my fingers was drenched enough to imagine.
Son Sia hunched like she had a stomachache, gripping the table to endure, but I went wild with my fingers to make full use of those 10 minutes.
Then the interloper arrived.
"Oh man! Woo-jin, feels like ages! How've you been?"
Choi Hyun-yong PD, who'd been wandering with his glass, plopped into the empty seat next to Hong Ye-won.
"Huh? Sia's here too? Hong Writer, Son Sia—looks like the core crew's all together. Haha!"
"P-PD?"
With Choi Hyun-yong PD's arrival, Son Sia had no choice but to straighten up and greet him. Beaming happily, he raised his glass here too.
"Cheers to our Hong Writer for grinding script tweaks to the end, and our actors for their fiery performances! Cheers!"
Son Sia shot me a side-eye, signaling to cool it given the situation.
But why not?
The thrill of possible discovery only made me finger her faster, kneading her pussy folds gently.
I clinked with Choi Hyun-yong PD using my left hand.
"Cheers!"
And Son Sia...
"Eurghk?!!"
The sudden vibration inside her pussy caught her off guard; her mouth flew open in a moan.
"Huh? Sia, you okay?"
I paused my fingers, giving her a chance to speak.
"N-no, it's nothing. Just a bit queasy..."
"I didn't know you were such a lightweight. Weren't you like this last time too? Don't overdo the drinking—if it's bad, head home early."
Luckily, Choi Hyun-yong PD looked concerned rather than suspicious. I revved my fingers back up like motors.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squiiiish-!
If you listened hard, you might catch the wet sounds echoing between her legs—and then Son Sia let out an even louder one.
"Ah, aaahk?!"
"Oof, your stomach really sounds rough. Woo-jin."
"Yes, PD."
"Sorry, but could you look after Sia a bit?"
"No worries. I'll make sure to get my senior home safe."
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