Asuka's provocative pose wasn't in the script—she added it herself!
Having never acted before, this sudden improvisation threw Fuyukawa Tetsu off, but he stuck to the script, gritting his teeth. "No need, let's keep it like this. Don't want to make a scene."
Asuka smirked playfully, leaning even closer until her chest nearly brushed against him, then flashed a coy smile. "Hmph, such a timid guy, huh?"
"…"
Damn it, if I'd known I'd be playing the male lead, I would've rewritten the script!
Staring at her breathtaking 36D "snow pomelos" so close, Fuyukawa was at a loss for words. Normally, if a woman teased him like this, he'd fire back without hesitation. But this was acting, and he was stuck.
With no other choice, Fuyukawa kept delivering his lines as scripted, while Asuka grew more animated with every moment.
Fuyukawa wasn't one to yell, but his commanding presence was undeniable. Yuezhu often felt overwhelmed around him, but now, confined by the set and forced to play the "pathetic Tom," he was at her mercy. She found it thrilling.
The more they filmed, the more she got into it, their physical interactions increasing. Fuyukawa, too focused to notice, missed the growing jealousy in Sayoko's eyes as she watched him and Yuezhu perform.
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Oblivious to Sayoko's mood, Fuyukawa was frustrated by being teased without being able to respond. But Yuezhu's stellar performance kept the shoot moving at a breakneck pace.
"Cut! Great work, everyone. Take a break for dinner, then let's keep pushing."
"Great job, team leader!"
"Your acting was amazing, team leader!"
After wrapping a scene where he practiced yoga with Haohao's mom, Fuyukawa shot Yuezhu a glare. It was evening now, and he turned to direct Kawaguchi and the others to distribute bento boxes to the cast and crew before heading to the restroom.
Honestly, the shoot had gone faster than he'd expected, but it was also exhausting.
Asuka, a Japanese-German mix, had striking, exotic features and a dynamite figure. Being teased by her without being able to act on it was driving him up the wall.
Does she like me?
Doesn't feel like it. More like… she's too curious and wants to see how I'll react?
What a troublesome woman. Phew—feeling better now.
At the sink, Fuyukawa splashed cold water on his face. October in Tokyo carried a slight chill, and the icy droplets calmed him down. Just then, Sayoko appeared at the door, dressed in a white blouse and a tight skirt.
Their eyes met. Sayoko's cheeks flushed, her hands fidgeting nervously at her waist. "Um… I noticed you seemed… kind of upset earlier, Tetsu-kun. Is everything—mmph!"
Before she could finish, Fuyukawa pulled her into a restroom stall.
No words wasted—he wrapped her in his arms, kissing her deeply. "Perfect timing."
Their lips locked, and Sayoko melted into his embrace, his arms holding her like a python. Feeling his warm breath against her, her wide eyes softened, her gaze turning dreamy. She clung tightly to the back of his neck.
"This… someone might… hear us!"
Her words were cut off as Fuyukawa sat her on the toilet tank, the cold surface sending a shiver through her thighs. Her shy eyes met his fiery gaze as he stood before her, legs spread confidently. "That's what makes it exciting, right?"
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3000.
+6000!
"Yes…"
Two huge numbers popped above her head. Sitting on the toilet with her legs crossed in an X, Sayoko's body tensed, her eyes a mix of shyness and resolve.
I can't let Tetsu-kun be taken away!
Recalling the scene between Fuyukawa and Asuka, Sayoko gripped her skirt tightly, her eyes firming with determination. But before she could say anything, Fuyukawa's hands pressed her head, his fingers threading through her dark hair.
As long as Tetsu-kun likes it.
Her seductive eyes turned into pools of spring water.
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Fortune and misfortune are two sides of the same coin.
As the old saying goes, there's truth to it.
After that intense moment, Fuyukawa stepped out of the restroom feeling refreshed, his earlier frustrations gone. He grabbed a bento and dug in heartily. A while later, Sayoko emerged, her face flushed, sneaking out like a thief.
Such a silly girl.
Watching Fuyukawa and Sayoko eat their bentos together, chatting intimately about the game's UI design at the computer, Asuka sat by the window at a small table. Dressed in a white tee and jeans, ready to head home, she nibbled her bento, a faint smile on her lips.
Her mind replayed the suggestive sounds she'd overheard at the restroom door and the morning's scene—a man and woman leaving a judo dojo, heading to a nearby ramen shop.
A guy like that, you've got to hold on tight.
But this probably means our friendship's over. Oh well, nothing lasts forever.
The night breeze rustled her hair as she gazed out at Shibuya's dazzling lights under the dark sky. She lowered her head, eating her bento bite by bite, her cool expression betraying nothing.
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People often think actors or influencers have it easy, raking in cash, and love to criticize them. But let's be real—nobody's dumb. If an industry was truly easy money with low barriers, it'd be overcrowded.
The top actors make bank, sure, but the other 95%? Their wages often don't even match the average salaryman's, and the work is grueling.
The shoot started at 1 PM and ran until 10 PM—nine hours of high-intensity work. Even older crew members like Aunt Nogi were struggling, yawning against a table until Fuyukawa called "Cut" with the megaphone, startling her awake.
"Great work today, everyone. Let's keep it up tomorrow."
In the middle of the crowd, Fuyukawa bowed politely, then returned to his desk to pack up his laptop and files.
It was late, and the others left quickly. By the time Fuyukawa finished and stepped into the hallway, it was pitch black outside.
The old apartment building was surrounded by low-rise houses. Under the bright moon, warm lights glowed from scattered homes, while the distant neon of the city flickered vibrantly.
Taking it all in, Fuyukawa felt the day's tension melt away. Then, a warm embrace wrapped around him from behind.
"Mmm, I'm sleepy. Need a hug."
"Still acting like a kid, huh?"
Feeling Sayoko's playful clinginess, Fuyukawa chuckled and shook his head. To her surprise, he crouched down and hoisted her onto his back.
"Eek! No—"
She'd only meant to be cute, not get carried like this. Sayoko panicked, but Fuyukawa just pinched her thigh playfully, feeling the weight of her "snow pomelos" against his back. "You worked hard today. Consider this your reward."
"But… you've been working all day, Tetsu-kun, and I'm heavy!"
"Quit yapping, or I'll put you down."
"Hmph, such a bossy guy."
Chatting softly, they walked through the apartment building, the motion-sensor lights flicking on and off along the hallway.