#11 Scenario: The Su-U-Mi-Yang Hierarchy
"Yes, I'll get it ready right away."
She left the room and headed into the workshop to prepare for the interview.
Thud.
Leaning against the door, Maeng Soyul let out a burst of happy laughter.
"Hehe…."
It felt like all the hard work she'd put in up to now was melting away like snow after receiving his acknowledgment.
Especially when Nam Siu had cum with that pleased smile—it made her feel like she'd gained everything.
"I've gotta work even harder."
Maeng Soyul reaffirmed her resolve once more, neatly arranging her notebook and pens on the desk for the consultation. She also placed the score sheet she'd graded beside them.
"All set."
Once preparations were complete, she notified him, and he nodded, standing up.
"Good work. Take care of things until tomorrow."
"Yes!"
Who knew receiving his trust could feel this good?
I deliberately showered her with extra praise, and I could see Maeng Soyul's expression shift ever so slightly.
Having seen her stoic face so often, I could pick up on even the tiniest changes.
Blanket praise without conditions could backfire.
That's why it was best to give just the right amount when she'd actually earned it.
"Hmm…."
Entering the workshop, I checked the scores Maeng Soyul had marked.
They were decent enough, but not exceptionally high.
"She doesn't have much experience, but she's thorough about this stuff."
Her first time had been with me, and I had the record of it. Yet she'd scored fairly according to some standard, which suggested she had her own criteria.
"Then bring in Da-hee."
"Yes!"
A moment later, Woo Da-hee entered, dressed again.
I pretended to read the documents, putting on a serious face.
"You're 'U' grade, and you failed the second test, right? Couldn't even maintain your rating."
Woo Da-hee nodded at the harsh question.
"To be honest, I'm disappointed. You knew why you failed the last two times."
"…What's the reason?"
I stared straight into her eyes at her question, forcing myself not to smile.
As I looked at her, Woo Da-hee's shoulders twitched.
The tension she felt right now must be intense.
"What do you think? Don't you know better than anyone…?"
"…."
No answer. She knew deep down but couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Sigh, your breasts and ass are plenty firm and appealing…. But acting is the issue. Your profile says you were an actress…."
Telling an actress she couldn't act was like telling a chef they couldn't cook.
It had to be the most humiliating thing.
In the scenario, I'd added a bit of spice to ignite her competitive fire.
"To reach this grade, you must have done well before. Has something changed in your mindset?"
"…No, nothing like that."
"Then I can expect more."
"Of course."
She met my eyes squarely, full of confidence.
"When a task is assigned, I'm not the examiner—I'm your scene partner. For a married couple, I'm the husband; for a company family scenario, I'm your senior or junior."
"Yes."
"If you treat me like the examiner in tasks, I can tell you straight: you won't hold onto 'U' grade…."
She nodded bitterly, and I gave a small nod in return.
"Take a lunch break, then see you for the afternoon task."
As Woo Da-hee left, I called in Woo Da-young next.
I wore the same serious expression.
"Da-young, how long have you been with your boyfriend?"
"Seven years…."
She was visibly tense.
"You're planning to marry, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
"But… it doesn't feel genuine. If you perform like in that last task, you won't make 'Yang' grade."
"…."
She looked dejected at the bone-chilling words.
"I don't expect too much. There are grades for a reason. But in that task, it felt like you were dealing with a stranger, not a work-weary husband."
"Ah…. Yes, I'm sorry."
"I'm not after apologies. I want you to pass. If there's no change this afternoon, you won't pass tomorrow's review in front of my associates."
I laid it on thick on purpose.
Emphasizing that this attitude meant no passing for the sisters.
That would light their competitive fire, filling them with anxiety and desperation.
"Good. Lunch break, then afternoon session."
After Woo Da-young left, I crossed my arms, turned to the window, and finally let my lips curl up.
In the scenario, they had no choice but to face harsh criticism in the morning.
Because I'd scripted it that way.
The Method skill seemed to be working perfectly.
"Lunch can simmer while I wait."
All I had to do was wait for their mindset to shift.
Creeeak.
I opened the door and spoke to the two on the sofa.
"You two go eat. Soyul and I will head out too—we need lunch."
Deliberately imprinting subconsciously that their class was different from ours.
Woo Da-young.
At this rate, she wouldn't get married. That single phrase tormented her even more.
Kim Woo-hyun had stayed by her side for seven years, whispering love—but if she failed again, who knew how long he'd wait.
'Ga' grade was basically the starting point right after graduating high school at 20 or 21.
"…."
Even the appetizing food in front of her didn't go down well.
She glanced up at her sister, who looked equally troubled.
"…What did the examiner say…?"
"Huh? Oh…. Nothing much…."
Her gloom suggested it wasn't good news.
Woo Da-hee.
Demotion.
All the benefits she currently enjoyed would vanish. For couples, the lowest grade meant her husband's business would become unstable too.
Their future children wouldn't get benefits, and hers would disappear.
"…."
Above all, it stung her pride that she'd gotten the same criticism as the last two times.
[You were an actress, but your acting is severely lacking.]
If it were 'Mi' or 'Yang', it might be promotion material, but not for 'Su' or 'U'.
That was the core of it.
"Da-young."
After lunch, in the cafe before heading back, she called her sister while holding a warm coffee cup.
"…?"
"We have to pass this time. Gotta show 'em what we're made of."
Whatever tomorrow's task, she vowed to pass no matter what.
"That examiner's face rubs me the wrong way."
"Pfft, got it. I'll give it my all too."
They locked eyes, solidifying their resolve.
After lunch, the sisters' expressions had changed when we met again.
They looked truly committed to the tasks now.
These were just tasks to fuck me, yet they radiated the aura of people facing the most important exam of their lives.
"Lunch go well?"
"Yes!"
"Yes."
Their tones differed, but they both looked me straight in the eye.
"Good. Now for the first afternoon task."
They were already focused before I even explained—satisfying to see.
This was why I couldn't quit the Scenario Book.
"This task is weekend couple."
Just "weekend couple" might not click right away.
So I added details.
"More precisely, a newlywed couple who only see each other on weekends due to work."
I added more to deepen their immersion.
"Back in dating days, they were so proud of each other they couldn't stop bragging—couldn't imagine being apart."
This should conjure a vivid couple in their minds.
"Their passion burned from dating, so sex talk and skinship feel natural, not awkward—they even enjoy it."
After laying out the plausible setup, I glanced at the door.
"We'll start from the moment the couple enters. Okay?"
I turned from the door to them, and they nodded.
This time, I looked at Maeng Soyul behind them.
"Score it well, Soyul."
We headed straight to the shoe rack to begin.
They followed with skirts hiked, determined to score high.
"Got the setup?"
"Yes, of course~."
Woo Da-hee answered, her eyes transforming into a seductive, captivating gaze.
The restrictions I'd placed in the morning lifted, and she switched instantly—it thrilled me.
If this woman were my wife, I'd drain my balls dry every day, I thought to myself.
"Let's start."
The words barely left my mouth before Woo Da-hee sidled up and hugged me.
"Hng~, it's been a week~?"
She dove into immersion right away, her nasal whine so erotic it tickled my ears.
As I embraced her voluptuous body, Woo Da-young pressed in from the side.
"Siu-ya. Didn't you miss me?"
Unlike her sister's sultry vibe, her fresh clinginess was pure Woo Da-young.
I wrapped my arms around both their waists equally, then boldly slid down to grab their asses.
Even over clothes, their springy asses filled my hands.
Woo Da-young's was soft and pudding-like, perfect for kneading.
Fuck buddy and her sister.
Gripping the sisters' asses hard, they swelled back up despite the morning relief.
These were premium asses, no doubt.