Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Actors Speak Through Acting
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Yes! Actors should speak through their acting. (♡)
Director Son Jung-hoo, who was calling the shots on the film [Inner Beauty].
He let out a sigh as he watched Han Woo-hee heading off somewhere again during lunch break.
From a purely acting standpoint, she was a flawless performer. But personality-wise? Well, she was far from exemplary.
When she was in a good mood, she played the gracious senior perfectly—no issues there.
But on bad days...
She always ended up casting a negative shadow over her co-stars.
Lately, she'd chewed out her counterpart Kim Hee-seong, making her act all timid and withdrawn. Now she was extending her claws toward Jung Woo-jin.
"Argh. Should I just flip this whole set upside down...?"
But realistically, that wasn't feasible. Unless it was direct feedback, these were issues for the actors to sort out among themselves. And Han Woo-hee behaved impeccably in front of heavyweights like instructor Son Cheol-soo or instructor Kim Myung-hee.
In the end, all Director Son Jung-hoo could do was swallow his sigh as he watched Han Woo-hee drag Jung Woo-jin off somewhere.
Hoping it wouldn't affect Jung Woo-jin's performance too much.
And so, afternoon shooting resumed.
The set was still buzzing with actors chatting in small groups.
Director Son Jung-hoo grabbed the megaphone and bellowed.
"Alright! Important scene time. Actors, check your makeup—we're rolling!"
This scene wasn't pivotal for the film's message, but it was just as crucial for box office draw and promotion.
The protagonist writer 'Hyun-seong' and his editor, the female lead 'Hye-ri'.
After the two started dating.
'Hye-ri's publishing house decided to invite 'Hyun-seong'—now the nation's most famous mystery thriller author—for a signing event and party.
A party room for about fifty guests. Under dim lighting.
People in sharp attire sipped cocktails and chatted amiably here and there.
"This is the first time Author Lee Hyun-seong's showing his face, right?"
"That's what I heard. This book's a real nail-biter—I gotta get it signed."
"Wonder what he looks like..."
"Yeah. His writing style screams young guy..."
Meanwhile, the female PD who'd planned 'Hyun-seong's signing and party clung to 'Hye-ri,' prying for details. Only 'Hye-ri' had seen his face.
"For real? Lee Hyun-seong's that handsome? His writing makes me picture some gloomy dude..."
'Hye-ri' flashed a bright smile at the PD poking her side relentlessly.
"You'll see. Hyun-seong's seriously hot."
And right then.
A man crossed the party room with leisurely strides.
The eyes of cocktail-sipping guests were irresistibly drawn to him, against their will.
Conversations hushed around him, making his footsteps echo sharply.
Thud, thud-.
He headed straight for the party room's center, near the podium—where 'Hye-ri' and the female PD stood.
"Uh, wha...?"
The female PD, spotting him, went wide-eyed and dreamy, a sigh-like gasp escaping her lips.
And finally.
The man nodded to 'Hye-ri' and spoke.
"I didn't keep you waiting, did I?"
'Hye-ri' smiled back at 'Hyun-seong.'
"Not at all."
After a lingering gaze and nod, 'Hyun-seong' turned to the dazed female PD beside 'Hye-ri' with a gentle greeting.
"You're PD Jung So-hyun, right? I've heard so much about you. Nice to meet you. I'm the author, Lee Hyun-seong."
Jung So-hyun PD snapped out of it, bursting into an awkward laugh and nudging 'Hye-ri's shoulder.
"Oh my. N-nice to meet you too, Author. What a treat to see you like this!"
As Jung So-hyun PD flustered adorably, 'Hye-ri' whispered to her.
"PD, everyone's staring this way. Time to kick off the event."
"R-right, yeah. Okay."
Finally noticing all eyes on them, Jung So-hyun PD stepped forward and addressed the crowd.
"Thanks everyone for coming! As planned, we'll do a quick Q&A with Author Lee Hyun-seong, then move straight to the signing!"
And.
Director Son Jung-hoo, who'd been glued to the three monitors, snatched the megaphone and yelled.
"Cut! Perfect! That's it! Woo-jin, spot on! Let's keep rolling from your POV, first-person camera shift!"
It had been needless worry.
He'd fretted after lunch when Han Woo-hee dragged him off, but Jung Woo-jin delivered rock-solid acting regardless.
Natural yet confident stride, fluid hand and foot movements, unflinching gaze, perfect breath control on lines, smooth vocal tone.
Topped with his stunning looks—it was exactly the scene Director Son Jung-hoo had envisioned and directed.
"Yes! This is it. Actors speak through their acting. Through acting."
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Imagination.
The power to envision in your mind what you've never experienced.
In that sense, I personally think humanity's most inventive use of imagination has been in the realm of 'punishment.'
Just look at all the execution methods humans devised.
They're so brutally cruel you'd question if the same species came up with them. That's why, in modern times, most have vanished under the banner of human dignity. Sure, the death penalty itself got abolished in many countries too. Anyway.
They imagined excruciating torment without ever trying it themselves.
Amazing.
And while it's not quite comparable...
I seemed to have a knack for that sort of thing myself.
Maybe because Han Woo-hee kept glaring daggers at me on set with that venomous look—my 'imagination' was firing on all cylinders today. And imagination always starts with observation.
Thwack, thwack, smack, thwack, thwack-!
"Clothes—ughk, ooohk, ooohk?!"
Gripping Han Woo-hee's ankle tight, I slammed into her relentlessly. Eventually, she'd throw her head back, body twitching. Separate from the spasms, her pussy would loosen up a bit.
That's when I'd pinch her nipple hard and twist it like cranking a gas stove.
"Ahk?! Ack! I-it huuurts!?"
She'd snap back, clenching tight again.
"You fucking slut, your pussy's already going slack."
But if that didn't work, option two.
With my cock still buried, I flipped her body. Facedown on the bed, I yanked her lower belly up, lifting her ass.
One hand on her left wrist, the other fisting her hair—I pulled hard.
Squelch, squelch, squelch-!
Pulling her body taut until her back arched just right revived that delicious tightness. Like now.
"Guhk, kkhuh... Khuk...?!"
Fine if she struggled a bit because of it.
This junior-nitpicking, lecturing bitch Han Woo-hee was a masochist who learned best through hardship.
"Yeah, clench like that. You slut. Why can't you get it when I tell you?"
Pounding her reclaimed tightness built my climax steadily.
Squish, squish, shluuuurp-!
Right as it felt ready to burst—now!
I yanked out, flipped her, and straddled her face.
My cock plunged into her mouth, balls slapping her chin.
"Guhlp, blrk... Kek, kehuk?!"
And release.
Spurt, spluuurt, spurt-!
"Kuhk... Glrk...?!"
My cock throbbed down her throat, dumping thick semen straight to her gut. She gagged violently, throat convulsing.
"Swallow properly."
If I let go now, she'd puke some up.
"What a waste, you fucking slut."
"Gulk, glrk..."
Finally, after writhing and retching, she swallowed it all clean.
"Kuhk-! Kek, kehuk...!!"
Free at last, she hunched over coughing. Belching wetly amid it.
"What do you say after I feed you cum?"
Face flushed from breathlessness, she looked up, lips messy with cum and spit.
"S-sorry...! Th-thank you for the cock juice...! Buurp..."
Mid-sentence, she clapped a hand over her mouth, belching again.
"Looks good seeing you all full. So, how many loads is this?"
"S-seven... times."
"Seven's an awkward number. Let's fill three more."
"Eh, ehhh...? W-wait. Time's—"
"What? Shut up and spread your pussy, slut."
⤷ 1st Condition: Visit ‘Han Woo-hee’s house. (Completed)
⤷ 2nd Condition: Feed ‘Han Woo-hee’ 60mL of semen. (48/60)
⤷ 3rd Condition: Fulfill the 2nd condition first.
A man's average ejaculation is about 4-6mL per load. Mine started hefty but tapered off.
Three more should cover the remaining 12mL, right?
If short, one extra round. Not like I'm drinking it.