Chapter 81
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: Do as You Please
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Soft classical music drifted through the air in the corner of the hotel cafe where Rachel sat, her eyes trembling.
In front of her sat an open laptop with a single email displayed.
- (Omitted) Therefore, after giving your company's proposal positive consideration, we regret to inform you that we must ultimately decline. (Omitted hereafter)
Tremble, tremble-.
Rachel's right hand shook as she gripped the mouse, the cursor jittering wildly across the screen.
"......"
Stone Actors' reply had arrived after just three days.
Rachel widened her eyes and read it once more.
But no matter how many times she reread it, the content was unmistakably a rejection of the exclusive contract she had proposed.
A dull ache throbbed at the base of her neck, and heat rapidly rose to her head.
"That arrogant bastard, how dare they?"
This might be standard practice in the West, but this wasn't Hollywood.
Even with all the recent hype around K-pop and such.
It was just a tiny peninsula at best.
The market size and talent pool were nothing to write home about—ultimately, it meant they weren't mainstream.
And it wasn't just Korea.
Rachel knew all too well that Korean, Japanese, and Chinese actors alike were desperate to set even one foot in Hollywood.
Setting aside failed films, the Chinese side was pouring money into productions just to shoehorn in their own actors.
That's why, when Rachel had pushed contracts like this, several actors from China and Japan had accepted them despite recognizing the toxic clauses.
Of course, they hadn't adapted properly and had essentially been left to rot, but it was undeniable that she had gotten them through Hollywood's door.
Bang-!
In the end, unable to contain her rage, Rachel slammed her fist on the table.
All eyes in the cafe turned to her.
A waiter approached cautiously.
"Um, excuse me... Could you please keep it down a bit? The other guests—"
Rachel snapped her laptop shut with a loud click and stood up, not even glancing at the waiter as if she hadn't heard a word.
Without looking back, she stormed out of the cafe and dialed Han Woo-hee.
Ring, ring ring-.
But it just kept ringing; Han Woo-hee didn't pick up.
"Playing hard to get, huh? Really."
Meanwhile, Han Woo-hee was entertaining a guest who had come to her house.
"Please... I really had no idea he'd do that...? Come on?"
The amusing part was that I, the guest, was lounging on the sofa with my legs crossed, while the homeowner, Han Woo-hee, knelt before me, begging.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry... I swear I didn't know anything. You know I don't lie anymore, right? I'll cut off that slut Rachel too. So please... just say something... anything."
As I silently stared down at her, Han Woo-hee began to sob in a way that didn't suit her at all.
"Don't... don't abandon me... Sob. Please..."
I'd only left Han Woo-hee alone for three days.
But she must have taken my silence as a sign that our relationship was over, because she clung to my calf, tears streaming down her face.
I gently placed my palm atop Han Woo-hee's bowed head as she sobbed.
"Huh?"
She snapped her head up, her tear-filled eyes gazing up at me.
They say tears are a woman's weapon. Han Woo-hee's moist eyes certainly held a seductive allure that made me want to pounce on her right then and there.
I gave her a slight smile and said,
"Rachel's a slut, huh? Now that piques my interest. Tell me everything about her. And if you lie or hide even a little... well, then—"
Before I could finish, Han Woo-hee grabbed my hand and shouted,
"I-I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
And about 30 minutes later.
Han Woo-hee confessed it all to me like she was in a confessional.
From how she'd seduced male actors like they were trophies, to meeting Rachel during her Hollywood film appearance.
There was a lot of unnecessary fluff I didn't need to know, but one story really caught my attention.
Sex party.
Turns out, Rachel had been the one to suggest a sex party to Han Woo-hee—that's how they'd gotten close.
Not your average sex party, though.
A special one just for certain women.
A private affair where they blindfolded men and picked them to play with.
The male slaves included a few of Rachel's team members and male actors she'd half-brainwashed into submission.
"I-I really didn't go. Like I said, I'm not into that kind of promiscuity..."
Even so, Han Woo-hee had bonded with Rachel out of pride that a renowned Hollywood casting director had made her such an offer, and because they shared similar mindsets and values to some extent.
I took a moment to sort my thoughts.
Then I lifted Han Woo-hee's chin with my finger and said,
"So, it wouldn't be weird for Rachel to suggest a sex party either, right?"
"Wh-what?"
A supercar speeding toward some place in Ilsan, Gyeonggi Province.
Rachel, in the passenger seat, smirked at Han Woo-hee.
"Woo-hee, what's all this about?"
Han Woo-hee glanced at her through her sunglasses and replied,
"What do you mean? I've always wanted to treat you once when you came to Korea. You're leaving on the 15th, right?"
"Yeah, that's right. For now, I'm planning to introduce Lee Jae-hoon to the ABA side."
"Got it. Just forget about that Jung Woo-jin for now. I'll train him properly later."
Rachel burst out laughing at that.
"What? You trying to wrap him around your finger too?"
"Why not? Oh, and also."
Vroooom-.
The light turned green, and Han Woo-hee's supercar roared off again with a thunderous exhaust note.
"The guy I tamed this time happens to be about the same build as Jung Woo-jin, so have fun with him."
"I'm looking forward to it. This is the one you mentioned last time—the great lay?"
"Yep. That's him."
"Thinking about it, that's even more impressive, Woo-hee. So he knows he won't be with you but still accepted this?"
"What choice does he have? If he doesn't want to get dumped, the desperate one has to do whatever it takes, right?"
"Ah ha! You're the best, as always!"
As they chatted away.
Han Woo-hee's supercar pulled into a secluded villa in Ilsan.
"Whew! This place is impeccably maintained."
"Borrowed it from a sister I know for a bit. Pretty nice, huh?"
A foreign luxury car was parked on one side of the well-kept lawn.
Han Woo-hee skillfully parked beside it, then led Rachel toward the villa entrance.
Rachel eyed the villa's exterior with interest.
The large windows were structured so no one could see inside from outside—a closed-off design.
"Wow. This is pretty serious setup."
But far from putting her off, it only seemed to excite Rachel more.
Click-.
"Come on in."
Only after Han Woo-hee opened the door, beckoned her inside, and went in did Rachel stop gawking and trot to the entrance.
A pristine pool table greeted her upon entering the villa.
Tap tap-.
Rachel lightly tapped the table with her nails, scanning the room.
To the right was a kitchen, to the left a spacious hall. The lighting was dim, but that only made it more relaxing.
"Where's that guy?"
Rachel poked around the hall before asking Han Woo-hee.
"So impatient."
Han Woo-hee smiled and clapped her hands loudly.
Clap-!
"Come out."
With that sound, a door on one side opened, and a masked man slowly walked into the hall.
Barefoot.
He had a build that really looked like Jung Woo-jin, but the vibe was completely different.
Timid, cowed—the masked man glanced around through the tiny peepholes for eyes.
"Uh, uh..."
His voice was totally different too.
So soft and dumb-sounding it was barely audible.
Pfft-!
Rachel couldn't help but burst out laughing at his awkwardness.
'No wonder this idiot's under Han Woo-hee's thumb.'
Rachel grinned at Han Woo-hee.
"So, can I do whatever I want with him now?"
"Do as you please."
At those words, Rachel strode up to the dumbly glancing man and grabbed his crotch firmly.
Unlike his flaccid appearance, her hand filled with something heavy.
Not yet erect, it was soft and floppy, yet felt as weighty as a thick snake.
"Oh my?"
Joy swirled in Rachel's blue eyes.
She swallowed quietly, then turned back to Han Woo-hee.
"Woo-hee, feel free to watch if you want. But just watching might get you all worked up. I'm not sharing him with you for the rest of the day."