Streaming Life After Paying Off Debt - Chapter 115

It’s already been three days since I started working as an actor to create something to brag about.

“Sigh…”

What has increased is not my acting skills but my sighs.

“Once this job is over, I won’t even look at acting again.”

Become a Hollywood actor and return in glory?

“Tell them all to shove off.”

With my increasingly harsh mouth, I entered the hotel.

As I moved in the golden-decorated elevator, the room, which was now familiar yet still luxurious, unfolded before me.

“Sure, the background is nice…”

A spacious room with a long table in the center. And even a luxurious single-seater sofa.

It felt as if I had stepped into the room of a mafia boss straight out of a movie.

The excitement I felt when I first arrived at this place was still vivid.

“So, what if the rest is a mess?”

Having admired the visuals, I sighed deeply again. At that moment, a voice welcoming me was heard.

“Oh, MY muse? Welcome!”

I turned to look in the direction of the voice. There stood our director, exposing bare skin.

“Oh dear, can you wait a moment?”

Or you could come in together.

Seeing him giggling without even wearing an outer shirt, I shot him a cold glare.

When you think of movie filming, there is usually a common scene.

A director always filled with rage. Dozens of staff. A chaotic scene spinning too quickly.

This was the filming set that the public imagines. And I, until just a few days ago, thought the same.

However, now that I have become a Hollywood actor, I can shout.

‘That’s all a lie!’

First of all, the first premise was wrong.

‘When thinking of the director, the default is to always frown and shout cut…’

I stopped thinking and looked straight ahead.

“Okay, okay! Today is very beautiful!”

Our director was ridiculously cheerful. His smooth forehead, without a single wrinkle, caught my attention.

“Cut! Very good!”

Some might think this.

– Isn’t Miju acting too well for that?

‘Hmm, that’s actually true.’

With all the talent I possess, there’s no way I’d get an NG in Hollywood.

‘But still, this is just not right!’

Even now, it’s like that.

Instead of looking at the camera, I was staring intently at the director’s forehead.

‘But is he saying good? Cut?’

This isn’t a matter of acting skills. It’s a matter of interest.

‘That person simply isn’t interested in the filming.’

He only seems to be thinking of giggling at me.

‘Is that guy a famous film director? Is he even a director?’

It seems he wouldn’t be able to successfully sh**t even a NewTube video.

‘Even taking any viewer would probably do better than that person.’

At least, viewers would have some affection for me!

This wasn’t the only strange point.

Typically, filming sets are generally organized with many staff members interlocking like gears.

However, there was none of that intricate work here.

‘No, to be precise, it couldn’t happen.’

Because, on the filming set, it was just me and the director.

Just two people shooting a film. Does that make sense?

‘It does, actually.’

Surprisingly, it was possible.

‘I don’t know if this is what movie filming is like…’

But it was merely possible.

‘You can reduce the necessary tasks.’

Lighting director? Fluorescent lights take over.

Audio director? These days, mobile phone recording capabilities are quite decent.

Then what about the cinematographer?

I squinted my eyes and looked ahead.

I caught sight of a man who was fussing over his mobile phone.

“Oh, good… unbelievable…”

A filming set with not a camera, but a mobile phone.

‘At least my cam is a DSLR…’

I whispered softly.

“Is this really what movie shooting is?”

My quiet voice was too soft to be heard by the man standing across from me. However, someone did react to that small voice.

“Oh? The Hollywood trend these days is low-budget concept films!”

Ah, right.

Hearing the feminine voice, I realized there was something wrong in my earlier statement.

I turned my head following the voice. There stood a woman with her arms crossed, looking at me.

“If you can’t even follow these trends, it’s better to give up acting early. Ohoho!”

Her immense br*asts spoke out as she spoke.

That was the third person on the filming set that I had overlooked.

Actress, Mira Kim. Commonly known as “the woman with the huge br*asts.”

There was a reason I called her that.

‘Because they are really big.’

A size that couldn’t be covered by both hands.

Every time she spoke, they jiggled, and I couldn’t help but admire them inwardly.

‘Her br*asts even speak on their own.’

I kept my gaze fixed on the shaking object and said, “The trend is low-budget concept films, but this isn’t a genuine low-budget film, is it? That concept might actually require more production costs, you know?”

“What do you know?!”

“Even if I don’t know much, I do know that a film shot on a mobile phone can’t be shown in theaters.”

“Always arguing back…!”

She ground her teeth and glared at me. Then, she swept past me, muttering something.

“Just having big br*asts doesn’t mean anything… hum!”

“Excuse me?”

‘Who are you talking about…?’

I stared at her in disbelief.

But she casually ignored my reaction and headed straight for the director.

“Aww~ Director~”

She pitched her voice high, as if flirting with a lover.

I turned my head away from a sight I couldn’t bear to see.

‘I want to go home.’

“Okay, cut!”

Finally, the last sh**t was over.

I couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of my liberation.

“Thank you for your hard work!”

I bent my waist and bowed. To hide my expression, I exaggerated my actions, and the director spoke to me.

“Today is the last sh**t. I’m so bad…”

“Aw, I’m so sad.”

He trailed off, sounding disappointed. I also played along with the mood, expressing my regret.

“My muse is sad too… So then…”

He made me an unusual suggestion.

“How about a farewell party together today?”

‘I don’t want to see your faces ever again!’

I swallowed the words that rose to my throat. At that moment, I felt a sharp gaze from behind the director.

I slowly moved my eyes. The fierce pair of eyes were coming from the massive br*asts in the back.

Suddenly, our gazes met.

Realizing I was looking at her, she slowly moved her lips.

‘Get’

‘Lost’

I silently watched her mouth shape the words. Then I shouted to the director.

“A farewell party sounds great!”

I passed through winding alleys and arrived at a small building.

“This is my hangout. No one else knows.”

I followed him as he opened the door. Shelves displaying various kinds of wine welcomed us.

“WELCOME, LADY.”

He exaggeratedly bowed his waist and brought out a few bottles of liquor from behind.

Then, like a bartender, he mixed several drinks and created a cocktail shimmering with rainbow colors.

“A juice for the lady.”

He handed me the cocktail along with those words.

With a smooth hand reaching out, his enchanting gaze was directed at me.

I barely endured with all the patience I had left.

What was I enduring? My fist.

‘Did he swallow a whole stick of butter?’

I wanted to press my stomach and make it throw everything back up.

My trembling fist awaited my resolution.

At that moment, something rushed past me.

“I’ll drink it!”

The enormous br*asts that brushed past me quickly downed the cocktail the director had handed me.

“Hic…!”

She seemed to have trouble as it was perhaps stronger than it looked, hiccuping.

“Hic! Hic!”

Despite her distress from the relentless hiccups, she raised the corners of her mouth toward me.

“It would be rude to ignore a gentleman’s invitation…. Hic! If this keeps up, maybe I should just leave this place…?”

Mocking gazes were directed at me.

I had often experienced this on broadcasts, but it was a gaze one rarely encounters in reality, and I scoffed.

“Hah.”

Beside her, the newly made cocktail was shining in brilliant colors.

“Ugh… it’s cold…”

I stumbled while walking. Then I suddenly realized.

“… where am I?”

It had been 30 minutes since I left the drinking place. I still hadn’t escaped the alleys.

The time was already nearing midnight. In the empty street with no passersby, I thought.

“In times like these, just go left.”

A way to escape the maze.

Thinking it would work even in the intricately wound alley like a maze, I set out to practice.

“Left, left, just left.”

I continued walking. Soon, a familiar building appeared before me.

“… d*mn.”

After 30 minutes of effort, I had returned to the farewell party location.

“What kind of road is this?!”

In a place where no one could hear, I vented my anger.

– Shh.

Then, a cold wind responded to me.

“Ugh, it’s cold!”

Still, the weather was too cold for the night. Therefore, I decided to boldly push on.

“Let’s just ask for directions out.”

Moments ago, I had stormed out of the building instead of drinking, and now I sneaked back in.

“Haha… hello?”

I awkwardly greeted. But there were only two wine glasses left sitting alone on the table.

“What? Where did everyone go?”

I looked around, searching for the disappeared individuals.

Then, I heard a small sound in my ear.

“I’m sorry…”