Chapter 37: CUT. Old Video Store (1)
by fnovelpia
CUT.
Yeoreum entered the bathroom.
He cold water from the shower poured over his body.
Sssssshhhhh-
The water streaming down his body fell to the bathroom floor.
He replayed the events that had happened in his mind.
He had fallen into a strange world.
He had found a videotape by chance. Monsters had been summoned…
After they had turned the clown into a ‘wax figure,’ nothing significant happened.
Even after replaying the videotape three times, the situation remained the same.
There were no attacks from cursed dolls or alien muscles hosting human bodies.
It seemed there were specific conditions needed for the monsters from the video world to cross into this one.
One strange detail was that the episode count had increased, expanding up to S#6.
It seemed to be updating in real-time, but he didn’t know how.
For now, it was peaceful.
Even if it was the calm after the storm, calm was still calm.
He had spent a normal day for the first time in a while.
He attended classes with Yuna Yeon, went to the cinema, ate out, and sat on a park bench chatting.
He also helped the president of the Horror Film Club with editing a film and ran errands.
He hated to admit it, but these days had been quite fun.
When he was in America in the ’80s, all he had felt was sticky hatred.
Living as a refreshing college student brought forth various emotions.
It was a shy emotion, like a late-blooming flower.
Still, his goal to return to his original world remained unchanged.
A serial killer’s soul belonged in its homeland.
“Phew…”
He finished the shower.
Since he had rinsed with cold water, the mirror did not fog up.
Standing in front of the sink, he looked into the mirror.
There was only one thought in his mind.
Hm. You small little bastard. I want to beat you up.
He left the bathroom.
He sat in the middle of a room where DVDs and videos formed a Great Wall, drying his wet hair.
There was a sheet of paper on the desk.
It was an assignment for a scriptwriting class.
‘Analyze the scripts of two recently watched movies into a three-act structure.’
He sat at the desk, gripping a pen.
He recalled the horror movies he had watched with Yuna Yeon.
Recalling was easy, but dividing the scripts into a three-act structure was daunting.
It’s not like slicing a fish; how do you split a story into three parts…
Just as he was about to scribble something, the front door shook.
Bang bang bang-
Soon after, he heard a familiar voice.
“Yeoreum… What are you doing?”
It was Yuna Yeon. It wasn’t much of a surprise anymore.
“I’m working on an assignment. Don’t disturb me.”
“…Do it with me.”
“What, what?”
“Hehe. The assignment, I mean. Let’s do it together…”
Yuna Yeon laughed foolishly beyond the front door.
He hesitated for a moment.
He was feeling too lazy to do the assignment; maybe he should ask her to do it instead?
Yuna Yeon would probably be happy to help.
She was a bit of a scary woman, but this was a good time to take advantage of her.
He opened the front door.
Yuna Yeon entered the house with a broad smile.
Today, her style was unusually pure.
She had tied her hair, which reached down to her waist, neatly back. Her slender, pale neck stood out.
Her tall stature suited her well, making the ponytail look good on her.
No denying she was beautiful.
If only she could fix her gloomy personality, she’d be quite popular.
But today, for some reason, Yuna Yeon was wearing an ill-fitting trench coat.
A very suspicious attire.
What she was holding was a bunch of papers.
Yuna Yeon flopped onto the bed.
“Hey… Yeoreum, do you like rabbits?”
“Rabbits? What’s this all of a sudden about rabbits?”
“Hehe……”
Yuna Yeon’s gaze drifted to the assignment papers on the desk.
“Oh, you were doing that assignment… I’ve already done mine…”
“If you’re not going to help, just leave.”
Then Yuna Yeon helped with the assignment.
The movies chosen for the assignment were <Dead Alive> and <Let Me In>.
Two masterpieces of horror movies that left bloody footprints in film history.
They were the best picks.
Just as they were about to start writing the assignment in earnest, Yuna Yeon fanned herself.
“Ah… It’s a bit hot…”
“It’s because you’re wearing that strange coat.”
“Right, I guess I should take it off….!”
Yuna Yeon took off her coat.
In that moment, the scene in the clubroom overlapped.
The DVD with the erotic cover.
Yuna Yeon had come wearing the exact same outfit as the woman on that cover.
He tried to stop Yuna Yeon from taking off her coat, but it was too late.
The coat was off.
He was breathless.
“How is it…?”
Yuna Yeon asked shyly.
It was a black costume.
A leotard that clung tightly enough to clearly outline her figure.
There was no bottom.
It was a high-leg design that deeply exposed the sides of her legs and the lines of her buttocks, showing her pelvis.
Her smooth, white legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings.
It was an outfit known as ‘bunny girl.’
The synergy with her beautiful body was remarkable.
“Joo-Yi said we need to film a scene with a ‘sexy bunny girl wielding a chainsaw,’ so I bought it… What do you think, Yeoreum…?”
“It’s, it’s, it’s abominable!”
“Thanks for the compliment… But the chest area is a bit tight, it’s hard to breathe…”
It seemed difficult to accommodate anything larger than a G-cup; the costume’s chest area looked like it was about to burst.
There was simply nowhere else to look.
He had forgotten that Yuna Yeon had a serious case of exposure addiction.
Yuna Yeon approached the flustered Yeoreum.
“Look. I even tied my hair back to make it easier to handle… I made it into a ponytail.”
“……”
Crazy b*tch… Crazy b*tch… Crazy b*tch… Crazy b*tch…
He forced himself to look away from the bunny girl and sat at the desk.
He decided to focus on the assignment.
He held a pen and began to write on the paper.
He had never learned Korean while he was in America in the ’80s, but it was fascinating that he could now read and write it.
The writing was crooked like a worm on steroids, though.
Yuna Yeon spoke from behind him.
“Hehe, Yeoreum, your handwriting is really bad… It’s cute…!”
“I don’t want to hear that from a pervert.”
“Shall we practice writing…?”
Softly- a gentle touch landed on his back.
Yuna Yeon leaned over, essentially hugging him from behind.
Her delicate fingers overlaid the hand that held the pen.
The contact was supposedly to correct his bad handwriting.
But his heart was racing, sending blood to strange places.
Each time the bunny girl’s chest brushed against his back, each time the fragrant scent of her skin seeped in, his mind grew dizzy.
There was a balloon inflating with air.
“Yeoreum, let’s start with writing your name…”
Whether she knew his struggles or not, Yuna Yeon moved their overlaid hands.
ㅎ ㅏ ㅇ ㅕ 르
ㄴ ㅁ
They wrote his name.
Firmly, on the white paper.
Han Yeoreum, Han Yeoreum, Han Yeoreum, Han Yeoreum.
They wrote it several times, as if to imprint it on his brain.
“Now let’s try with your eyes closed, Yeoreum.”
“With, with my eyes closed?”
“Yes! Sensation is important…”
He hesitated and closed his eyes.
He was anxious that Yuna Yeon might sexually harass him.
If she decided to touch him, there was no way he could physically stop her.
The humiliation of possibly being violated by a woman without any way to resist frightened him.
A peculiar fear washed over him.
He now understood why lust was emphasized in horror movies.
However, Yuna Yeon did not grope anywhere else.
She just kept writing his name.
Her gently overlaid hand moved mechanically.
…But wait.
Something felt off.
He squinted his eyes open.
Now he saw that the paper he had been writing on had changed.
It was not paper, but a document.
The words at the top read:
‘Marriage Registration Form’
The tip of the pen was pointed at the signature space.
It was just before inserting his name.
What would have happened if he had moved his hand without looking first?
The thought chilled him.
“Ah, you shouldn’t have opened your eyes…!”
As he tried to pull his hand away from the pen, Yuna Yeon tightened her grip on their overlaid hands.
Yeoreum struggled desperately.
But the difference in strength was overwhelming.
“Love is the power to enforce one’s will…!”
The bunny girl enforced her will.
She held Yeoreum’s delicate hand tightly and filled in the name on the signature line.
‘Han’… ‘Ye’ …
…Just before writing ‘oreum,’ Yeoreum turned his body sharply.
It was a desperate resistance.
One unexpected thing was that the chest part of Yuna Yeon’s costume
As the backrest turned, the costume tore with a crackle.
Yuna Yeon’s previously restrained chest was freed.
“……Huh?”
“……I’m sorry.”
Yeoreum broke the long silence first, his voice trembling.
All he could think about was the ‘pink’ he had seen.
It was so vivid that he couldn’t forget it.
“No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry…!” Yuna Yeon said, blushing.
Even someone as shameless as her felt shame.
They were unprepared for such a sudden event.
Yeoreum and Yuna Yeon sat awkwardly across from each other, like a couple meeting for the first time on a blind date.
Suddenly, Yuna Yeon spoke up.
“Yeoreum, before you lost your memory, there was a video rental store you used to go to.”
“A video rental store?”
“Yes. That videotape… it might have been rented from there.”
Yeoreum’s mind raced.
The suspicious videotape was directly connected to his return home.
It couldn’t have just appeared out of nowhere.
Finally, they had a clue about its origin.
“Why are you only mentioning something so important now?”
“I just remembered.”
There was no time to hesitate.
They needed to go to that video rental store.
Yeoreum stood up. The bunny girl also stood.
Yeoreum sat back down.
“Huh? Yeoreum, weren’t you trying to get up?”
“Just a minute… wait…”
The balloon.
Yeoreum sat slightly slumped forward for a while.
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