Shooting Begins, But... My Resolve Fades
"Ji-an, you ready?"
"Huh… yeah?"
"You okay, right?! The seniors will lead you, so just follow the marked path and run."
After arriving on set and hearing about the changes, I… well, no, I was pretty damn stunned. More than pretty—I was out of it.
I recalled the original shooting script.
Kidnapped by a brainwashed villain from a cult, I lose consciousness in a cave. Whoosh— A torrent of water pours over my body, and I open my eyes. Here, the camera captures every detail of my soaked face and body. This was the purification ritual to awaken the demon. Then, the moment I'm stabbed to death by the villain's knife, the protagonist—the detective—arrives too late. The film ends on an open note with her shocked expression.
So what about the revised version?
After the water hits and I wake up, there's now a scene where I seize the villain's moment of carelessness and bolt. Which means my flopping junk gets captured in all its glory on screen.
"Alright, bring the water! Check the temperature!"
"Got it!"
The director's voice snapped me back, and I looked up to see three staff members approaching with buckets.
"Hoo…"
I waited for the steaming water to fall.
Whoosh—
"Hngh."
I squeezed my eyes shut as the first bucket hit.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
Then twice, three times… whoosh—whoosh—
By the fifth pour, I felt my drenched T-shirt clinging tight to my skin.
Gulp.
"Whoa…"
"He's insane…"
I heard dry swallows right in front of me and murmurs rippling through the crew. They drilled into my ears.
Don't mind them. Ignore it.
I was scared to open my eyes. Meeting those women's gazes—like they wanted to devour me—might make my cock surge right up. Men in this reversed world might not even get hard, but my swapped mind and body? It'd pump blood down there in a heartbeat.
"Ahem, ahem… Alright, everyone quiet!"
"Hoo…"
Thank god—the director's command silenced the set in an instant. I focused on his voice, shoving the distractions away.
"Ready~ Action!"
"Hngh."
The second "action" hit, I opened my eyes and sprinted along the path like a madman.
Thud-thud-thud.Flop, flop, slap, slap.
Haa… this is driving me nuts.
The stinging stares and the sensation of my junk swinging wildly between my legs made me want to crawl into a hole.
"Cut! Good take!"
Done? Finally?
I clung to that hope, but…
"One more!"
Haa… yeah, figures.
The spark of hope died fast. I trudged back to the start, bracing for round two.
"Ready~ Action!"
Thud-thud-thud.Flop, flop, slap, slap.
Forget it, block it out.
I tried my hardest to ignore the jiggling from below as I ran full tilt.
"Cut! Good! One more!"
"Haa…"
Just twice. My resolve crumbled, and doubt crept in—was this really worth it?
Think… this is normal here… Actresses do it all the time… For the fans, think of the fans.
I pictured those old memes from my past life: actresses' "boob dribbles." I'd consumed them too. This was just fan service in this world—a spectacle, nothing more.
Once I framed it that way, the doubt started fading.
"Alright~ Keep it up like that, Ji-an! Get ready~ Ready~ Action!"
Thud-thud-thud.
It took about three more runs before my sprinting finally wrapped. An end no one saw coming.
"C-C-Cut! Take a break and… no, we'll rest then move to the next shot."
The physical friction. Skin rubbing skin—I tried holding back, but it was impossible. My cock was swelling up.
"J-Ji-an… th-this…"
I huddled away from the crew when Kyung-hee noona draped a huge towel over me and wrapped another around my waist.
Head down, I leaned into her and shuffled to the break room. Money, resolve—fuck that. Reality hit hard; I needed time to calm down.
Hoo… chill, Ji-an… Focus on acting. You wanna end up as some exposure bait hack? Your face screams lead role. Have confidence!
Getting embarrassed would just make me look like a fool.
Let's milk this aggro. Go big!
This was my shot. I thought of that legendary actress from my past life—started with bold nudity, ended on an Oscar stage with killer acting.
"Y-You okay, Ji-an?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Was it too much? Should I ask them to cut it? We haven't signed the formal contract yet…"
"Hoo…"
"I'll cancel it!"
She misunderstood my sigh—the exhale of lingering frustration and renewed resolve.
"I'm good, noona!"
I grabbed the team leader before she bolted from the break room.
"R-Really? You're sure?"
"A verbal contract's still a contract… I don't wanna put you in a tough spot, noona. I said I'd do it."
Even in a world flipped, where men are kings—what can you do? Deep down, I'm still that same Ji-an: the good-hearted orphan desperate for approval and proof.
"J-Ji-an… you're really…"
She looked ready to tear up. I said it firm.
"Tell them not to use the last take, no matter what."
"Uh… h-haha, yeah, don't worry! I'll go say it now!"
The last take: me, cock raging, sprinting like a lunatic.
We wrapped the hiccup, fixed my makeup, rested, then headed back.
Hmm… did Kyung-hee noona pull some strings?
The swarm of staff from the first shoot had thinned out a lot.
"Ji-an, how's your body holding up?"
"Don't push too hard—if something like before happens again, just say so. Ahem."
Yu-ri Cha (the villain) and Ee-seul Han (the detective) crowded me competitively.
"I'm fine, no need to worry… seniors."
"Hahaha, no need for 'senior'! You're twenty-two, right? Call me noona, nice and casual."
"Yeah, loosen up."
"Ah, hahaha… I'm just not great at dropping formalities right away."
"C'mon, relax~"
"Yeah, yeah."
I scratched my cheek awkwardly when salvation came.
"Shooting starts!"
The director's call sent the two retreating with reluctant faces.
I got soaked again and moved to the camera mark.
Haa… hope this goes smooth…
I reviewed the scene: Ee-seul spots me fleeing, catches my collapsing form.
Grab—
Huh?
No "action" yet, and she's hugging me? Snapping out of it, I looked up—mischievous grin on her face.
"What're you thinking so hard about?"
"Wh-What's this? Aren't we shooting?"
"Nah, rehearsal. Didn't hear?"
"Uh… yeah."
Thud.
"Guh."
Rehearsal confirmed, she faked a head smack from Yu-ri's rock and crumpled.
"This fucking bitch is chasing me like crazy!"
Prod, prod, prod.
"Gah!"
I backed away as Yu-ri pretended to kick the fallen Ee-seul, eyes flashing as she advanced.
Grip, thud.
"Kek, kek."
Yu-ri yanked my neck and shoved; I hit the tree.
"What a fucking pain in the ass."
Prod.
"Guh."
Her hand on my gut—I clutched it and dropped.
She hoisted me over her shoulder and walked.
"That's it!"
Thud.
Director's cue; feet hit ground.
"Any pain?"
"Nah, good."
Stick to rehearsal, please…
Skinship-heavy scene—hard not to worry.
"Ready~ Action!"
"Hahk, hahk, hahk."
Cue dropped; I panted, stumbling forward.
Grab—
"Huk, huk, y-you okay?"
Grip, grip.
Ah… as expected…
Peeking up through slits, her acting was Oscar-worthy. Fine, even her tits squishing against my collarbone. But jamming her thigh between my legs, grinding my crotch? Pure lust leaking out.
"Ah…"
"Ahem…"
I'm not impotent—surrounded by 7:3 female ratio, starring with these beauties, their seductive perfumes? No way to hold back.
Feeling my cock stiffen stiffly, I…
"B-Break, break…"
Raised my hand to halt.
"Our junior's so healthy…"
Ignored the whispers, ducked behind the tree.
Thud.
Towel on my shoulder; Kyung-hee noona's voice.
"You okay, Ji-an?"
"Y-Yeah… fine…"
"Those bitches… I'll have a word. Joking around?!"
"N-No! It's fine…"
Before I could stop her, noona vanished.