Chapter 99
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Let's Do Just One Thing. How About It?
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Paranormal Season 3 filming had officially kicked off.
I ended up putting Melody Burns out of my mind for a while.
The immediate priority was tackling the delectable prey right in front of me: Jennifer and Catherine.
Most of their conditions involved spending time with them on set anyway, so I had even less reason to wander off.
But I heard Melody's name again much sooner than I'd expected.
So...
About ten days into Season 3 filming, right around when I'd satisfied the first conditions for both Jennifer and Catherine. That's when it happened.
"I have something important to discuss. Could we talk somewhere quiet?"
It was one of the female extras.
Not the one who'd been flirting with me before—this one was the model type, quiet and well-behaved even on set.
So I followed her without a second thought to a secluded corner of the set.
Having dealt with confessions from actresses a few times already, I planned to turn her down as gently and quietly as possible.
But instead of a confession...
"Melody wants to see you."
She'd come as Melody's secret go-between.
****
It was around dawn, just as the sun was starting to peek over the horizon.
"There it is."
On the quiet road to the airport, at the spot Melody's intermediary had indicated, a single black van with tinted windows so dark you couldn't see inside was parked.
I parked the Mercedes Baek Hee-jin had lent me nearby and got out.
As I walked slowly from my car toward the van, the door slid open, and out stepped 'Melody.'
Her blue hair gleamed white in the sunlight, while the shadowed parts took on a grayish hue.
She exuded a mystical aura, like the heroine making her entrance in a movie, even standing still.
Melody swept the strands clinging to her shoulder back with a flick and approached me with a confident expression.
"Nice to meet you, handsome Asian."
A, S, I, A, N. Not calling me by name, not 'Korean'—just 'Asian.' Should I be grateful she didn't go with 'Ching Chong'?
I chuckled and replied.
"Nice to meet you."
We hadn't even made eye contact back at the CMTV office.
This was our first real meeting.
They said she was on par with a Korean chaebol third-gen, and sure enough, she had that 'young miss' vibe from the start.
A lace-trimmed sleeveless top, a burgundy miniskirt hugging her hips tight, and sheer white gloves like something from a wedding.
Melody stared at me openly, sizing me up.
And I met her gaze head-on, struck by a premonition as vivid as prophecy.
I pictured ripping the feathers off this arrogant bitch's flashy plumage, forcing her legs apart, and pounding her pussy raw.
After staring at me for a beat, Melody smirked and spoke.
"What're you staring at like that? I know I'm pretty. Anyway, let's talk. Follow me."
She jerked her thumb at the van she'd just stepped out of and turned her back to me.
A move brimming with certainty that I'd follow her right in.
Every word and gesture from her made my blood boil.
But for now...
I obediently climbed into the van after her.
It was because I had my life's 'compass'—one that ensured I wouldn't lose out just by going along.
As Melody stepped into the van in her clicking heels, a message popped up beside her.
I had no idea what her game was, but it was telling me to accept whatever deal she offered.
Thud.
I shut the van door myself after following her in.
Then I looked at Melody and asked.
"So, what's the reason for meeting this Asian guy?"
"You're surprisingly impatient. Sit down first."
The van's interior had seats facing each other.
As I slowly took the seat across from her at her urging, she leaned forward toward me ever so slightly.
A faint perfume tickled my nose.
"You know..."
Her big eyes sparkled toward me, dewy as if holding morning mist.
Melody parted her coral lips and chewed out the words.
"That role you got? It was originally mine."
"......"
News to me.
I'd never heard a peep about it from Steven Hojah or anyone else, and roles don't belong to anyone from the start anyway.
This young miss seemed way past childish—straight-up immature.
When I didn't respond, Melody grew bolder, deliberately disheveling her outfit as she continued.
"Whatever, I don't care about that anymore. You, let's just do one thing together. How about it?"
"What kind of thing?"
I humored her reluctantly, and she leaned in even closer, excited.
"Nothing big. That bitch Jennifer."
I hadn't expected Jennifer's name from her lips, so my eyes widened slightly, and she grinned mischievously.
"What's with that reaction? You two already dating? Figures, the chemistry's not bad."
"......"
Setting conditions aside, I was genuinely curious what she'd say next, so I kept quiet, fixing my gaze on her lips.
She seemed to like that; her smile deepened.
"What I want is simple. When Jennifer's given you her whole heart..."
She paused, her face taking on an ecstatic glow, as if picturing the scene in her head, then said.
"Dump that bitch hard."
"......"
For a moment after that...
Melody and I locked eyes, sticky and intense.
A suited man sat in the driver's seat, but we treated him like he wasn't there.
Before long, we were close enough to feel each other's breath.
I spoke first.
"So, what do I get out of it?"
She grabbed my collar and yanked me in. Our noses nearly touched, and cool mint wafted from her lips.
"Money and opportunities you won't feel shortchanged by. And if you really wreck her to my satisfaction..."
Her lips worked silently for a second, madness flickering chillingly in her eyes.
"Who knows? Maybe even more than you're imagining right now."
I glanced down at her deeply plunging cleavage and said.
"Sounds intriguing."
****
It had been a mentally exhausting day.
Waking at dawn to meet that lunatic Melody Burns was bad enough, but then confirming her spies planted on set.
Finding out was surprisingly easy.
While checking the extras I usually ignored, I spotted 'Melody Burns' popping up in some of their conditions.
Stuff like 'Request contact with Melody Burns.'
"Ha, fuck. What kind of crazy bitch is she?"
Accepting her insane proposal revealed a few facts.
First, I wasn't the first she'd approached with this.
The male lead villain from Season 2 had taken her deal before me—though it failed and filming wrapped.
A blond pretty boy famous even in Korea, but often criticized for his acting despite his looks.
Even a star like him grabbing her lifeline meant her influence was massive.
In capitalist society, what can't money buy? Projects with capital don't flop easily anyway.
Second fact I'd learned.
The actor trying to seduce Jennifer got caught by Catherine spilling his sleazy intentions.
He'd botched the first step, sure.
But the idiot vented his frustration in the changing room, muttering to himself—and Catherine overheard.
Something crude, laced with dirty talk.
- She's playing hard to get even though she'd be putty and clinging if I just shoved it in.
Since only Catherine heard, it ended with a verbal warning, but now I understood the wariness she'd shown me at first.
"Ha, stupid bastard."
Back at the dorm with that mental fatigue...
Screech.
Heading straight to the bathroom to wash my hands, I spotted a scrap of white fabric strewn at the entrance.
Bending down to pick it up, it was unmistakably a woman's panties.
Fresh female juices soaked the crotch, sticky and glistening.
I left the bathroom and turned toward the bedroom.
Just beyond the slightly ajar door...
A butterfly-shaped bra lay discarded.
Like Hansel and Gretel following the trail of sweet candy and dessert.
But with bait like this, wasn't it only right to follow and open the door to the gingerbread house?
I slowly pushed open the bedroom door handle.