Streaming Life After Paying Off Debt - Chapter 116

“What is that sound coming from?”

At the faint sound that I can barely hear,

I turn my head and look around.

Then suddenly, I notice something strange.

“Was there a door like that?”

I tilt my head.

My head tilts to the left.

At that moment,

the voice from earlier echoes again.

“I’m sorry…”

The sound coming from beyond the door.

Hearing the familiar female voice,

I find myself running towards the door.

“Wait a minute.”

I stop my rushing body.

“Isn’t this going to be a problem?”

Entering through the door would definitely be trespassing.

If I’m not careful, I could end up in jail again.

I hesitate for a moment.

But soon, I move forward with determination.

‘Though we weren’t close…’

We had shared three days of being together.

I slowly recalled the memories I had with her.

On the day we first met,

she laughed at my acting and said I was wooden.

Whenever she had the chance, she blasted me to the director.

She even mimicked my every action…

‘Huh? Should I just leave it be?’

At this point, wouldn’t it be more like we were enemies rather than friends?

Questions arose in my mind.

But my steps did not stop.

“Still… she is somewhat of an acquaintance, right?”

A precious bond that had entered my few human relationships.

“Even if I have to do it, I should do it myself.”

Before I knew it, I was standing at the door.

I reach out my hand.

As I applied pressure to the doorknob, it slowly moved.

Clank, clank.

“Huh?”

I didn’t even think it would be locked?

With a creaking sound!

The door opened with something breaking.

“Well… this is something I can’t avoid if I’m going to save someone!”

‘Firefighters usually break down walls and doors!’

I stepped inside with a sense of mental victory.

Beyond the short corridor, I could see a red light.

There, I found a familiar man and woman.

“You fake, you fake!!!!”

The director seemed unable to contain his anger,

his hands trembling.

And beneath his feet,

Mira Kim was lying face down, repeatedly apologizing.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Her disheveled hair.

Her cheeks red and swollen.

That sight starkly showed

how she had been treated.

“Stop it!”

In a rush, I tried to intervene between them.

However,

“Stop…?”

With a sudden thought, I faltered.

‘You can’t just assume she’s the victim, can you?’

The world is vast, and tastes are diverse.

‘What if she didn’t mind it? What if she wanted it?’

A world of imagination unfolded in my head.

In that world,

Mira Kim was forcibly holding the director, who was begging her to stop.

“NO! This isn’t right!”

“Shut up! Just slap me!”

She slowly approached the trembling director.

Then she lifted her mobile phone and showed him a picture.

“Hehehe… the girl was pretty cute…”

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it! PLEASE, just not my family…!”

What followed was a passionate relationship.

‘Oh my…! How disgraceful!’

It was too explicit for a pure maiden to see,

and I hurriedly fled back to reality.

I raised my head to face them.

At the shout from earlier,

as if realizing my presence, the two looked at me.

I too glared back at them.

“…”

A silent standoff ensued.

The first to look away was the director.

“Oh! My muse! This is all a misunderstanding! I can explain!”

Waving his hands wildly, he hurriedly tried to explain.

Seeing his flustered expression, I widened my eyes.

‘No, really?’

Did he actually force her to act with threats?!

I was flabbergasted by the shocking truth.

‘So who am I supposed to save?’

Mira Kim, who had been slapped?

The director, who was being threatened using her as bait?

‘Sure, the director is a victim, but… to others, Mira Kim looks like a victim.’

Just as I was about to dive into my own world again,

the director’s voice pulled me back.

“This is… umm…”

He stammered, repeatedly starting and stopping his words,

eventually seeming to give up, sighing as he muttered.

“Ha… yes, this is a punishment.”

“A punishment for the fake who couldn’t become real.”

He said something strange and suddenly grabbed Mira Kim’s hair.

“AHHHHH!!!”

A high-pitched scream echoed throughout the room.

However, he continued speaking without care.

“I had an image of you when I first met U.”

Beautiful.

Even stronger was the impression of

“Strong.”

The solid mindset I felt from his attitude

became stronger as I continued to speak.

“Even in the illusion of Hollywood and the dream of being a star, U didn’t budge.”

Desirable.

The more I saw, the more.

However, strength was a double-edged sword for him.

It was an important attractive point,

but the consequences brought about were always negative.

“No matter what conditions I proposed, U always responded with rejection.”

So he came up with another idea.

“Then, shouldn’t I create a muse by myself?”

He immediately recruited a woman who resembled me.

And while shooting together, he ordered her to imitate me.

“But! Even until the last sh**t! That damned b*tch could not become a MUSE!”

Aura, laughter, attitude.

None of it!!!

As he finished speaking, he glared at Mira Kim as if he wanted to k*ll her.

In his expression, I, who had quietly been listening to him, finally spoke softly.

“That’s obvious.”

There was no complex reason.

To begin with,

“She’s a different person.”

After only a few days of imitating someone,

such a thing would be impossible in reality.

“No, no, no!! That girl should have become real!!”

He cried out in despair.

“If not, it’s meaningless!!”

The line between fake and real is a razor’s edge.

This was an absolute truth for him.

“I have never shot a movie even once.”

Yet, I am a famous film director.

Why?

“Because every movie goes under my name.”

The name written in front is mine!

That’s why I am a famous director.

A star everyone knows.

A fake that became real.

“This girl should also have become real, like me.”

Because I did.

Because the real me chose her!!

Through his cries,

I realized something.

“Ah, no wonder… it looked fake.”

Well, he was filming a movie with a mobile phone,

it made no sense.

Nodding as if I finally understood,

the director spoke in a trembling voice.

“It looked fake…? Me…?”

In response to his question, I confidently replied.

“It’s obviously fake.”

At my assertion, he lowered his head.

Then he quietly began to murmur.

“No, no, no, it can’t get found out.”

“Why did it look fake? The acting was perfect…”

Repeating the same words like a broken machine,

I felt a sense of aversion towards his inhuman demeanor.

“No, no, I was perfect. The problem isn’t me…”

“Fake. Yes, the fake is the problem.”

“I need to carry around something real… only then can I become real…”

“I need the real thing, the real…”

Real, real.

He kept repeating those words when suddenly he looked up.

“It starts with you.”

His eyes shone towards me.

Feeling the madness in his gaze, I instinctively took a step back.

“I will put you in my collection. Hehehe… then I’ll also become a perfect real thing.”

He loosened his grip on Mira Kim’s hair.

Then, with a creaking motion, he wobbled his head

and immediately charged at me!

“Kyaaaaaaaak!!!!”

“Eek!”

With a monstrous scream that sounded inhuman, I let out a scream of my own unknowingly.

However, even in the midst of all this, my body was faithfully reacting.

Swish.

I took a step forward with my right foot.

Using my firmly grounded right foot as the pivot,

my body spun counterclockwise.

“Kyaaaaaaaak!!!!”

My left leg extended.

The end of it collided with the director’s face.

Crack.

I vividly felt the sensation of something breaking.

“Not a clean shot…!”

Thud.

The director crashed to the ground.

Whether the technique hit properly, he fell unconscious.

“What do I do now?!”

That spinning kick was done on impulse.

It could ruin my own life.

I frantically paced back and forth, realizing I had suddenly become the subject of a public service announcement.

“Please tell me… he isn’t dead…?”

If so, it wouldn’t just be jail; I’d be facing the worst fate!

What calmed my trembling was Mira, who had just been lying there.

“I’ll handle this.”

She got up from her place and slowly approached me.

Then she started kicking the downed director.

“I am not a FAKE!”

A series of kicks that were unrestrained followed.

Thud.

In sync with the sounds, groans came from the director.

“Ugh… ugh…”

After some time passed,

I noticed she calmed down, placing her feet on the ground.

Then she looked at me and said,

“I’ll make sure this b*stard eats jail time, so don’t worry.”

“Y-Yeah…”

I didn’t have time to notice her changed tone.

With the violence she had just shown,

I trembled like a herbivore in front of a carnivore.

“Oh right. Just in case, take this with you too.”

She made me shudder,

bringing over a stack of documents sitting on the table and thrusting them into my hands.

“This is information about some company’s overseas slush fund. If that j*rk tries anything, you can use this to stop him.”

A whole bundle of documents.

And atop it, a woman was nestled.

“Can I call you ‘sister’ from now on?”

“I’m back…”

I entered my home with weary steps.

A smiling Jihye welcomed me.

“Welcome home, sister.”

“Yeah…”

I responded while pulling her in for a tight hug.

The rising sense of animal therapy healed my weary soul.

“Uh, sister?!”

After a while, having regained my energy, I handed the documents I received from Jihye.

“They said this is the overseas slush fund the director had… it seems related to your company.”

Probably.

Having entrusted the complicated matter to Jihye, I collapsed onto the bed.

And the next day.

When I woke up, the world had already turned upside down.

Famous director suddenly announces retirement!!

The reason? A Korean’s MeToo threat?!

“Huh?”