Chapter 78
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: #9scenario 10-Day Intern Training
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Immersion: 21%
Only a single day had passed, yet immersion was climbing rapidly.
A blend of responsibility and desperation sent immersion soaring along an upward curve.
"Soyul, they said things are okay at home?"
"Yes. Grandma said she'll watch over it."
"That's a relief. But it'll be insanely tough instead."
"......It's fine."
Her face radiated unshakeable resolve, the kind that said she could handle anything.
The more I worked on the Scenario Book, the more adept I became at controlling emotions.
"Then follow me."
I led Soyul toward where Kim Woohyun was.
Woohyun, who had been working, looked up at me.
"Woohyun, remember what I mentioned last night?"
"Oh, the intern training?"
"Yeah, so we're heading out now."
The first common sense I'd altered.
A direct supervisor could set the time and place to train an intern.
"Planning to use about ten days."
"That enough?"
Discomfort would rise, but there was a way to control it to some extent.
I could've pulled a full hundred days for intern training, but I was trimming it to a tenth—just ten days.
From her perspective, it might even feel insufficient.
"No choice if it's short. We're already short-staffed; losing more time would be rough."
"Sorry to put you out. It'll be tough— you sure?"
"But she's our company's first intern, right?"
For Kim Woohyun, I'd scripted it to build trust steadily.
Like, a hundred days were needed for training, but sacrificing for the company to squeeze it into ten.
"Anyway, I'll be off. See you in ten days."
"Yeah, good luck~."
I said goodbye to U Dayoung and Won Yuchan too, then left the company.
"......Is that all your stuff?"
Soyul had a bag on her back that looked way too light for ten days.
"Yes."
"No suitcase or anything?"
"No."
It felt like she'd packed everything she could, since there weren't even bags or suitcases at home to begin with.
Didn't matter anyway.
"Alright, let's go."
And so Soyul and I boarded the bus home.
Hiss.
Soyul clutched her bag tight as she sat on the bus, her tension plain on her face.
"Nervous?"
"......Yes."
Her replies were still short. Seemed like tension made them even shorter.
On the walk from the bus stop to home, I asked,
"So, Soyul, you've never even had a boyfriend?"
"No, never."
Until we reached the house, we just traded small talk.
The real stuff would start once we were inside.
Ding.
Inside the elevator, silence fell as soon as I shut my mouth.
I glanced at her—her small white hands trembled faintly.
"Ahem. So, sleeping outside home is new for you too?"
"Yes......"
Even the end of her words shook, showing just how nervous she was.
Ding.
We stepped out of the elevator and stood before the door.
Before punching in the code, I turned to face Soyul.
"......?"
I looked down at her gazing up at me silently, just like always.
Unlike her tall sisters.
"Before we go in, there's one thing I want to make crystal clear."
"......"
She waited for me to continue.
I stared straight at her, conveying my own intent.
"You really want to join Neulsom Studio, right?"
"Yes."
Her voice wasn't loud, but the tremor was gone.
Her resolve was that firm.
"Normally it'd be a hundred days compressed into ten, so it'll be brutal. My words are law. If it gets too hard or you think I'm being unfair, just walk out."
"......"
"But if you learn it all, you'll get hired for sure when we recruit. I guarantee it."
I fueled her desperation with certainty.
Soyul clenched her fists tight and replied.
"Yes!"
Her voice was louder for the first time. I grinned and opened the door.
Beep-beep.
"Let's go in."
I planned to train her thoroughly as a tool for future use.
I didn't even unpack—we sat facing each other at the low table in front of the living room sofa.
"I'll drop formal speech during training. Cool?"
"Yes."
"Good. Over ten days, you'll learn filming, editing, effects—all at once."
I intended to teach properly. Just that the videos wouldn't be ordinary.
I spoke with a serious face.
"As you know, to learn, we'll film people directly. We'll be the subjects."
"Yes."
Soyul listened intently too.
"For that, we need various expressions, dynamic movements."
"Yes."
"So what's the most effective thing to film?"
Her lips twitched at my question. Here, I voiced the second common sense I'd implanted.
"Sex videos are the most effective. You knew that, right?"
"Ah.... Uh...."
Discomfort spiked visibly on her face.
"It's common sense in our industry. Didn't know?"
She had no clue, so discomfort rose. I waited for her to rationalize it.
It wouldn't hit 100% at once, so just wait.
I had plenty of ways to lower discomfort ahead.
"......I didn't know."
"Yeah, not your major, so fair. Normally we'd hire nude models or actors, but...... I told you, we got ten days."
"......"
I pointed toward the shoe rack, to Soyul who couldn't reply.
"If you can't do sex, go ahead and leave. Not gonna force you."
I let her choose herself to ease the discomfort.
I stared steadily, waiting for her answer.
Only after setting her bag down did Soyul look me straight in the eye.
"I'll do it."
Putting this question in the scenario was a smart move.
With her answer, the second common sense that had raised discomfort would soon become baseline throughout the scenario.
"Good. First, unpack. Class after."
"Yes."
I led her to the master bedroom and dropped the third common sense.
"You know how we sleep during intern training, right?"
I pointed at my bed.
"Yes, during training, we sleep together. I know."
"You get it."
I set her bag by the hanger.
"Take care of me for ten days then."
"Yes, sunbae."
Didn't expect "sunbae" from her lips. I chuckled and ruffled her hair.
"It'll be tough, but don't stress too much. I'm not gonna eat you."
She'd been tense nonstop; my casual words eased her, and she looked up at me.
"Hee."
First laugh I'd heard since she joined.
"Oh, cute when you smile."
"......N-No, I didn't laugh."
"Sure, sure."
I patted her head and stepped out of the master.
"Change and come out. Comfy clothes."
"Yes."
Door shut, I hurried to my bag.
Zip.
I opened the zipper and pulled out the Scenario Book right away.
Immersion: 33%
Discomfort: 45%
I scratched my forehead at the discomfort reading.
"Shit, higher than I thought?"
No sexual experience at all, so discomfort rising was natural. But not this high.
She'd resolved, but seemed inwardly shocked.
"......Gotta control it carefully."
Higher than expected, so I'd need to be cautious.
Creek.
Door opening—I stowed the Scenario Book.
"All changed?"
"Yes."
Light blue T-shirt and gray shorts.
Both shared one trait: seriously worn out.
Clothes she'd had forever.
She'd come to work in her cleanest outfits, so I hadn't noticed. Now it hit—her family situation.
"I'll change too then."
"Yes......"
I slipped into homewear, and she shyly stepped aside.
Neck stretched, colors faded.
I took it in, then changed into comfy clothes from inside and came out.
"First day, so basics first."
Into the workroom, pulled major textbooks from the shelf.
"You study these for four years? Doing it in ten days will suck."
"Ah......"
Her mouth gaped at the encyclopedia-thick books.
"Sit in the kitchen."
I sat with notebook and textbooks.
While the sun was up, I taught like a real tutor, earnestly.
"Got this?"
"Yes."
Good thing: her innate responsibility and desperation meant she studied hard for real.
Teaching only essentials, sunset came quick.
"Theory done. Now film based on it. But first...... rice. Starving. Prep dinner."
"Ah! Yes."
Cooking didn't touch common sense.
Just, in exchange for food, sleep, lessons, she'd handle cooking, cleaning, laundry.
"You cook?"
"A little."
Having Woohyun's sister in the kitchen felt awkward with Soyul there.
While she prepped dinner, I cleared the books from the table.
"What should I make......?"
"Hm, whatever from what's here."
"Then egg custard."
"......Y-Yeah."
I scratched my cheek at her blunt delivery.
Soyul.
The sex part had shocked her, true.
'Anyway......'
To her, her first time wasn't important.
Other priorities ranked higher.
Learning with her body would stick better in her head—a better opportunity even.
Thud.
She plated rice like for her siblings, but this time it was for Nam Siu, not them.
"Ready to eat?"
She nodded to Nam Siu, who sat smiling.
"Good job. Dig in."
"Yes."
Eating, she stole glances at him. Ten days starting today, living with sunbae.
Watching him eat what she'd made, she thought that.
If married, it'd feel like this maybe.
But she shook her head quick. No luxury for such thoughts—not with her leeway.
Besides, someone this good wouldn't go for her.
She had nothing, so nothing to give.
He towered too high compared to her shabby self.
Others might scoff 'high how?', but to her, steeped in poverty lifelong, he was plenty lofty.
"Oh, tasty! Soyul, you're good at this."
"Ah..., thank you......"
Just praise, yet pride swelled. Tiny compliments boosted her self-esteem.
"You eat too~."
"Yes."
Eying the side dishes, curiosity struck.
"You make them yourself?"
"Can't cook."
"Ah......"
Parents must make them at home, she figured.
No way she'd think of some sister making them, from her standpoint.
After dinner, while she did dishes, Nam Siu pulled out yuja tea syrup, stirred into hot water.
"Dishes done? Drink this. Tasty."
"Thank you."
"Hot? Careful."
Looking up as she took the cup, he beamed.
"Finish and next lesson?"
"Yes."
His smile made her want to smile back.
Like the warm tea in her hands, her heart warmed too.
Just sitting across, sipping tea—no big talk—time flew too fast.
"Never done it, so...... bust shot first. Oral okay?"
"......Yes."
His tone, face, gestures all showed consideration.
Gratitude welled, but something jammed her chest, squeezing in.
"Ah......"
"I'll guide slow. Wait inside?"
"Yes."
Body warning her, but she didn't know what.
Sitting alone on the bed waiting, she forced down that discomfort.
"Miss this chance, no next......"
Resolve set, the heavy gloom tormenting her vanished.
Immersion: 40%
Discomfort: 28%