Chapter 18.1

Chapter 18.1

Before being prompted, André looked at the script and read Park Doosik’s line.

“What did you say your name was?”

“Ahhh… Ch-chorong.”

As Miran pretended to cry and delivered Chorong’s line, André’s hand grabbed her waist again. Then, both hands moved up precariously close to her ch3st. Miran inhaled sharply.

“Grope her ch3st. Move more roughly from behind.”

André summarized the script directions on behalf of Miran, who had stiffened and was holding her breath. Only then did Miran exhale shallowly and nod. The heat from his hands, wrapped around her sides, seeped through her ribcage.

André then read Park Doosik’s line.

“Chorong. You shouldn’t ask for mercy. You should say, ‘Please kill me.’ Say it.”

“Boss. P-please kill me. Please spare me.”

After delivering Chorong’s final line from the script, Miran was out of breath. She awkwardly rose from her prone position and turned around after catching her breath for a moment.

Having gone through the script from beginning to end with André, her mouth was dry, and her body felt hot. She tried not to avoid André’s persistent gaze and managed a smile.

“This is the end.”

Her voice trembled, not sounding as natural as she had intended.

An overheated silence settled in the small rooftop room.

“Can you really do this?”

André asked Miran with eyes flickering darkly.

His gaze slowly swept over her. The woman, blushing from her face to her chest and even her knees, was trembling slightly. She seemed unaccustomed to someone’s touch, embarrassed by it. The tremor was so palpable in his palms that it made André feel strange as well.

So, this was also a question he was asking himself.

His body, which had long avoided women, was reacting uncontrollably to the sudden stimulus. He had to exert superhuman self-control to suppress the heavy desire that was awakening and surging up from his lower body.

Of all things, he had to play the role of a despicable gangster who spews vulgar curses, treats women like objects, and ultimately commits r@pe.

André smiled bitterly.

If Miran were a more experienced actress, she might have acted more shamelessly, but it was clear she was a novice just starting out. He also concluded, with considerable credibility, that she likely had very little s3xua! experience.

‘So, she must have desperately needed someone to practice this kind of acting with.’

As his thoughts reached that point, André felt a sense of self-loathing, as if he were no better than ‘Park Doosik,’ gr0p¡ng the body of a young and innocent woman and doing something he shouldn’t.

The bigger problem was that his conscience and primal desires were simultaneously provoking him. The perverse sensation caused by these extreme emotions dangerously threatened his self-control.

André pressed his lips together tightly, lost in thought.

“I can do it. I have to do this.”

Unaware of his inner turmoil, Miran’s trembling voice, filled with determination, pulled him out of his thoughts.

André silently gazed into her earnest brown eyes and let out a short sigh. A promise was a promise. It was right to see through what had been started. All he had to do was exercise patience and endure. It wouldn’t be easy, but it was necessary.

“Then let’s start again.”

Fearing André might change his mind, Miran quickly continued.

“We’ve already practiced the movements, so this time, let’s go through it exactly as it is in the script.”

André nodded and silently pulled out a chair to sit down.

Since he had decided to go through with it, he intended to do it properly. Like Park Doosik—crude, vulgar, and without hesitation.

Suddenly, a hollow laugh escaped him. Who would believe that André de Lafayette was doing this for barely 30,000 won?

This was all the damn result of his impulsive actions tonight. Therefore, he had to take responsibility. André let out a heavy sigh, half resigned to his fate.

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Miran placed the script on the table and took out a bottle of soju from a black plastic bag, opening the cap. She filled André’s glass to the brim with soju before sitting back down.

‘If I was prepared for a one-night stand, this is nothing.’

Miran straightened her shoulders with determination. Thanks to André’s considerate and gentlemanly demeanor during the practice, she was able to see it through to the end. Meeting André in Itaewon had been a stroke of luck.