Chapter 53
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Scenario 6: Dreamed-of Married Life
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Monday was just an ordinary day.
Since the scenario kicked off on Tuesday, I could take it easy, just handling some work and relaxing.
Tap tap tap.
My editing speed was blazing fast today, and Won Yuchan, sitting next to me, tilted his head as he glanced over.
"Hyungnim, you're flying through it today."
"Huh? You think so?"
"Just trying to rough out the overall scale today."
"Hmm."
Drag.
He pulled up a chair and scooted right next to me, peering at the monitor.
All the footage of U Dahee we'd shot so far was laid out, completely unedited.
"Whoa... where's this?"
"Huh? Oh, the pool."
On the screen, U Dahee was grinning at the camera, hand outstretched toward it.
She'd been a real actress, after all, and even post-retirement, she kept up her maintenance—her abs were still defined.
That strap low on her abdomen, hugging her narrow waist, kept pulling the eyes right back.
"Actresses really are on another level, huh?"
I asked, and Won Yuchan nodded without even looking away.
I gave his head a light tap and ruffled his hair.
"You'll wear a hole in it~."
I scolded him lightly and got back to editing.
Other than the overcast sky, it was just your standard office grind.
Another day slipped by.
Tuesday. I stared holes into the clock.
"Now..."
4 p.m. I fired off a message to U Dahee right away.
[Nuna, got a favor to ask. Can we meet up?]
Her reply came almost instantly.
[What's going on?]
[Wanna film some close-friend stuff... Dayoung bailed ㅠㅠ]
No way she'd turn it down, but I sent another Kakao anyway.
[Totally fine to say no if it's weird!]
[Nah~, I'll do it! No problem! Evening work? I'll head your way!]
In the scenario, I called all the shots, no matter the setup.
As long as I tuned things so she didn't bail en route, I could dictate the time and place exactly as I wanted.
This time, I'd extended the influence to her husband, too.
Nothing extreme—just a tiny nudge.
U Dahee.
She took her husband's work clothes as he got home, stroking his cheek.
"You worked so hard today~. Oppa~. Mind if I step out for a bit?"
"Huh? Why?"
Choi Hyuk, fresh off a week-long business trip, was changing as he asked.
The day's hustle had left him reeking of sweat.
"That friend from the shoot? The one from the weekend."
"Oh, the kid from the café?"
"Yeah, he wants me to help with one shoot. Just act once, like old times."
Choi Hyuk's brow furrowed at her words.
Suddenly, thoughts that had nothing to do with his own will slithered into his head.
"That... after we got married, we said you'd stay home."
"Well..."
That wasn't what he'd meant to say at all. But it felt like he had to say it.
She'd retired before they tied the knot.
Back then, crushed by failure and self-doubt, she'd already decided to quit by the time they met.
Yet somehow, the thought taking root in his mind was that he'd made her stop.
He'd have supported her acting, no question.
He just worried they'd have less time together.
"Still..."
"I barely said okay last time... and now again?"
"......Not like that......"
U Dahee gauged his mood. A stray thought coiled up in her mind.
It was the idea that she'd abandoned her dreams for marriage.
The notion was faint in both of them.
Deep down, they knew it wasn't true—but the words that spilled out still stung.
"But I have my dreams too......"
She asked, eyes on his reaction. It wasn't like her usual self.
But the words came out anyway.
"......"
"......"
They stood there, frozen, staring at each other.
The coiled thoughts collapsed like a sandcastle before the tide.
"Ah..."
"Uh...?"
They both flinched.
"I'll head out."
"Ah, yeah. Dinner's this?"
"Yeah, it's ready."
It was a scratch barely visible. They hadn't breathed a word about acting since getting married, trusting the other wouldn't go there—so it healed quick.
But they didn't realize it yet.
Tiny wounds were already starting to crop up everywhere.
Back home, I'd finished all the setup and cracked open the scenario book for a check.
Immersion: 71%
Discomfort: -16%
Both stats buffed from the last one.
Plus, it started at 50% before it could hit 0%, so no points needed.
"Once this episode wraps..."
This was just to lock in U Dahee's character solid.
The real goal was the next one.
Beep beep beep beep.
U Dahee punched in the number I'd memorized and stepped inside.
She came in casual—a white tee and jeans—but her curves were on full display.
"Nuna, your boobs look sexy no matter when I see 'em."
"Pfft. Yeah?"
She stashed the umbrella she'd brought in case of rain in the shoe cabinet and shut the inner door.
"Hmm~, what'd our Siu call me here to film?"
"Ah, nothing big. Nuna, over here."
I beckoned, and as she moved to sit beside me, she spotted something.
"Oh, you ate what I made?"
"Ah, yeah. It was so good."
She eyed the dinner remnants in the kitchen and smiled, pleased.
Plop.
She dropped down next to me and studied my face—it'd been days.
"Siu, you weren't lonely without nuna, were you?"
I pulled the teasing U Dahee into a hug and buried my face in her chest.
That elastic cleavage always felt amazing.
She patted me as I nestled in.
"Missed you, nuna~."
"Aigoo~, you're so cute, what am I gonna do~. C'mon, look at nuna~."
Her hand shifted from patting my back to grabbing my cheeks, tilting my face up to meet her eyes.
I stared and puckered up; she planted a light kiss.
We both grinned, and I hugged her tighter.
"Nuna, can I grope your boobs?"
"Huh? Hmmt, sure~."
The consistent character from the last scenario let her yield her body even easier.
Story mattered, but nailing the character made it smooth sailing.
"Nuna, bra's in the way. Untie it?"
"Hmm~, you like nuna's boobs that much? Aigoo~."
She pinched my cheek—not hard—then slipped her hand under her shirt.
Snap.
She unhooked it inside and fished the bra out from under her clothes. Always a cool trick.
"There, nuna's boobs are all yours~."
"Haha. Thanks."
I draped my arm over her shoulder and slid my hand under her shirt.
"Uht..."
As I kneaded her breasts, I got to the point.
"Nuna, not anything else—it's that close-friends vid. Wanna film it."
"Hmm... Yeah."
She leaned into me, angling to make groping easier.
Play like this from the jump? Definitely hitting average this time.
"Got a story from an email, gonna reenact it..."
I pulled my hand out and switched to serious mode to explain the project.
Even while groping her tits or flesh normally, I stayed pro about work—that was the unconscious implant.
"Hmm~, what's it about?"
"Found this one... even scripted it out. Wanna read?"
I handed her the story first.
"Lemme see~. From Pettyhanni, huh? Hmm."
As U Dahee read, she covered her mouth and laughed.
"Couples like this exist~."
"Married couple."
"Oh, three years in?"
"Yep."
I knew about their little awkward vibe, so I tossed it out there.
"Nuna do this stuff with your husband?"
"Hmm~, nah. He doesn't like it much."
"Really? Reading this made me wanna have a married life like that~."
"Heh heh. Oh yeah? Then ask nuna to do it~?"
U Dahee shot me a sly, hopeful look, but I pulled back just a touch.
"That'd make it... a full-on affair......"
"......Y-yeah......"
Sprinkled in some reality to nudge discomfort up, but keep her locked into the character and scenario.
Basically, boosting both at once.
"I don't want nuna cheating because of me. I just... want you to keep having that happy married life."
Point scored again.
Implanting that I care about her unconditionally, always thinking of her first.
Influence seemed to color surface relationships before fine details.
"Aigoo~, thanks~. Never knew you felt that way~."
U Dahee hugged me tight, laughing.
No bra meant I could rub my face right in her boobs.
"So~. What's the script like?"
"Ah, here. Check it out."
I made sure she saw the script I'd prepped.
Partly for memorizing, but mostly to draw her into co-creating it.
"Nuna, I'm no good at this stuff... Feel free to tweak it however. Wanna try editing it yourself?"
I handed her a pen, and like the old actress days, she dove in seriously.
Scratch.
She lined through parts, reading slow, then gave earnest feedback.
"You see, they both love it naughty. But this bit? Too tame, right?"
"Hmm... Yeah?"
We huddled shoulder-to-shoulder, tweaking the script.
I'd written my parts weak on purpose in her eyes, making it possible.
Her hands-on involvement spiked immersion hard.
"Nuna, this feels solid now."
"Right? Let's read it through."
We started over, and she flashed a satisfied smile.
"Looks like the married life you wanna try, nuna?"
"Huh? No~."
"C'mon, nuna. I've been glued to you— I know everything now."
"Pfft, can't beat our Siu~."
U Dahee let out a soft sigh.
"I'm an actress, y'know... Wanna do all sorts for my husband... Roleplay and stuff......"
"Ah, yeah."
I had to pinch my thigh hard to stifle the laugh.
"But he prefers it vanilla......"
"He always been like that?"
This was a blank spot for her to ad-lib the truth.
"Nah, early days we did plenty... Guess he's bored now."
"Ah. Don't worry, nuna—I'll handle it for you."
"Pfft, really? All grown up~."
Script revisions done and my setup hitting perfect? Satisfaction maxed.
Time to send her off.
There was purpose in letting her go.
U Dahee.
Back home, she slid into bed beside her husband.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
He rolled over, back to her, naturally. Sure, exhaustion hit sometimes—but tonight it stung extra.
Probably from that script and the cute dongsaeng earlier.
"Why turn your back when you answer~."
"Tired."
"Wanna do it tonight though......"
"......Tired. Later."
She grabbed his shoulder. No response.
She didn't crave script-level kink.
Just the thrill sometimes, the good vibes.
'Hates my acting... Just... starting to hate me...?'
Thoughts like that swirled in her head.
"Sigh, kinda feel bad for the couple now."
They'd been fine—then I showed up and stirred the pot.
No plans for divorce, though.
Just cool their love off, make her lean harder on me.
"Summarizing past settings into each work—should pack a punch no matter what."
Plenty of time left, tons of scenarios to burn.
"Sucks I can only do one per."
Hypno apps stuck forever once applied—this didn't, which sucked.
"Husband's probably out cold by now... Nuna's up all night overthinking."
As scripted, she'd be swimming in disappointment.
Years of marriage meant deep bonds—I'd need equal effort to chill that love.
If it went to plan, affection fades; divorce too messy with eyes on them, so window-dressing marriage it is.
Lots of scenarios left, of course.