Chapter 151 – The Dark Woman Challenges the New Genre With the Help of Her Temporary Owner.
11 o’clock in the morning is quite late for an ordinary office worker. Open your eyes.
When I wake up, I first surf the net with my smartphone, and it takes about 30 minutes to an hour to wake up.
After making a cup of coffee, I decide on today’s breakfast and lunch menu.
It can be said to be a leisure that can never exist for office workers who are exhausted from going to work day after day.
This is the leisure of a freelancer.
It’s called the writer’s leisure.
“Phew… I hope today will be a worthwhile day…”
Something like that.
As he was showing off his pointless bravado, Seo-moon’s cell phone rang busily.
Is this the third time today?
The name of the editor appears on the caller ID.
He must be very angry.
That’s right. Because the bitch called the writer is holding on to the editor’s call twice.
“… Sigh. The writer has no time left.”
That kind of thing is really only allowed to talented geniuses in the heavenly world, and when used by a low-level writer like yourself, it is nothing more than bluff that cannot foresee the future.
There is a limit to what can be endured, so Seo-moon accepted the call.
“Oh, hello, editor. I had an emergency, so I answered the phone late. I’m really sorry.”
A preface in which he bows and apologizes even though the editor is not really there in front of him.
The voice coming from the other end of the phone was full of irritation.
“Sigh. Preface writer. What on earth are you doing? As a member of society, you shouldn’t be so rude about phone calls from your partner.”
“Oh, yes… I’m sorry.”
Truly a straightforward argument. As a preface, there was no other way than to apologize.
She doesn’t want to do anything else in the first place, so she doesn’t think about anything else other than making a living using what little writing talent she has, so there’s no way she can be the basis of an ordinary member of society.
At least, wouldn’t it be possible to say that you have grown to the extent that you are now constantly bowing down without showing any pride?
“Yes, that’s okay. The plan we asked you to consider. Have you thought about it?”
“Ah. That’s it.”
A plan I was asked to consider.
That was the real problem.
I wasn’t the kind of crazy woman who chewed up the editor’s phone just to brag just because it was a preface.
I just needed time to escape reality this time.
Recently, the editor who accepted the preface’s novel was acquired by a theme park.
Why was it necessary for a theme park to take over a publishing company? I don’t know the preface, but anyway.
I can only assume that there is a special vision or timing for cultural projects.
It’s just that the preface didn’t think that the repercussions would reach even the lowest of the low.
“Hey, but… It doesn’t mean that you have to accept this project, right? Well, I think there’s someone else who would be a good fit besides me…”
A preface that timidly raises one’s voice and at first glance shows one’s intention to refuse.
The explanation given to her was very sharp.
“If you don’t accept the plan, I don’t think we will be able to sign a contract with the writer of the preface in the future.”
“What?”
How can you say such harsh words?
However, as a complete person, I couldn’t even make a noise.
Since the current contract has almost expired anyway, there will be no disadvantage to the publisher even if the contract is not renewed.
“The romance novel that the preface writer serialized at our publishing company… Well, it’s not like there weren’t a lot of people who liked it. But to be honest, you also know that it didn’t achieve anything worthy of such a special mention, right?”
“Yeah, right…”
I know it.
Because the account in the preface proves that I barely made enough money to feed my mouth.
It wasn’t a contract with particularly unfair terms, but the fact that it only brought in this much money meant that it wasn’t popular.
“So, we had no intention of signing a contract with the preface writer for a long time. But this time, when our publishing company was acquired by a sex entertainment theme park, the boss there personally appointed the preface writer and told us to take charge of the planning… What if we refuse this? … I wonder if we will ever meet the writer of the preface in the future?”
“Uuuuut…”
The preface made a lot of noise, but there was no way the editor would blink an eye.
A living being called a writer is a being that communicates with readers by converting his or her personality and ego into the form of type. It’s nice to hear, but how many writers can actually do that?
The preface was typically nothing more than a writer who lived his life being dragged around by readers or high-ranking people, wondering how he could irritate them.
The president himself appointed such a preface and entrusted him with a new project, but he refused it? I can’t help but say, I’m very full.
But of course, the preface had something to say, just like the preface.
“B-but that’s not my area of expertise at all! I specialize in romance novels, not pussy training novels!”
Although I specialize in romance novels, I’ve never been in a relationship before, and I’m a 100% virgin with a spider web all over my vagina… Anyway
Romance novels and pussy training novels.
There are areas where both sides have common ground, but the gap between genres is so wide that they ultimately diverge in crucial areas.
Even when writing a romance novel in the first place, the preface was so embarrassed that the preface was to pass over the lovemaking scenes with the excuse that they were 15+.
If you ask her to write her dirty talk out of the blue, will she be able to write it?
I changed it into as appealing a word as possible and delivered it to the editor, and this is what she said.
“Oh, I see. So you’re not going to do it?”
You bitch!
Of course, the words were not transmitted over the phone. It was a preface to which he had never said a harsh word to anyone in his entire life. It’s not because I have good personality, but because I’m weak.
When it comes to making a living, your mouth is bound to become even heavier.
“… Ha, I’ll do it. It’s just that it may take some time. That’s because there’s also the process of reporting.”
They say successful writers do that.
Actually jump in and check the space you want to write about, listen to people’s voices, and read books to build up professional knowledge.
I guess all writers who appear like intellectuals on TV are like that.
Although it is a story that has little to do with a writer who writes with only a preface-like delusion.
Anyway, at this point, I needed an excuse.
In response to the preface, the editor spoke in a more subdued tone.
“Yes. That’s a good thing. We were thinking that it would be a little difficult if the preface writer said he wouldn’t do it. We’re really glad that our interests coincide.”
Are the interests that are unilaterally adjusted by using their power really the proper interests?
I’m not sure about the preface.
“And about that report. You don’t have to worry at all. We’ve already prepared everything. We have a great expert who is well versed in pussy training material. He will help the writer.”
“Yes, yes?”
“There is no need to be grateful. Isn’t that what our publisher does, helping writers write good articles?”
Since when did you guys do that?!
“I guess I received word that you would accept the plan. Let’s meet today. Of course, you will have free time today, right?”
“Uh. Uh. Hey, I was wondering if it would be too sudden to make an appointment.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a day when the writer wasn’t free… There are some circumstances with the expert, so if you refuse now, I think we’ll have a lot of trouble adjusting the schedule.”
In fact, it was a threat.
Seo-Moon was barely able to postpone the appointment until just before dinner, crying and eating mustard.
No matter what, meeting right now would be difficult for you, and it would be rude to the other person.
‘What does it mean to be the best expert?’
The introduction was perplexing, but she soon became convinced and decided to move on.
Whatever the field, what’s strange about having an expert who is well versed in that field?
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Is the person who calls themselves an expert a woman? It would be nice if it were a woman.
The preface was difficult for the creature called man. It’s not that he is addicted to misogyny, but for Seo-moon, who found it difficult to deal with women like him in the first place, men, who are creatures much different than women, were completely unknown territory.
A romantic novel writer is the result of training his delusional power by only meeting virtual men, not real men.
There are times when I feel sorry for myself for writing a romance-themed novel on a subject who has never even held a man’s wrist, let alone being in a relationship.
That’s why I thought it would be better for the expert I was meeting this time to be a woman if possible.
I thought about it, but what I am saying is that society does not work in a direction that is good for any individual.
“Hello. Are you the writer of the preface? I’ve heard your story.”
“Ah… Hello… My name is Yang Seo-mun…”
A preface in which he bows his head to a man who recognizes him and offers to shake his hand.
This means that since shaking hands is difficult, we will greet each other with a greeting that does not require skinship as much as possible.
The man who appeared as an expert in pussy training products was a man who could never be called handsome.
The face itself could not be said to be very ugly, but it completely fell short of the preface’s standards that we are accustomed to seeing on the faces of handsome men appearing in various media, and the protruding belly that was visible even through the suit was unsightly.
It seemed like he had sprayed some kind of perfume to hide his body odor, but it didn’t smell very good, perhaps because he chose something that didn’t suit him.
What was even more difficult was that the editor did not actually appear at this event.
If you’re introducing people, you’ll definitely need at least a buffer in the middle to ease the awkwardness between you.
‘Ugh. I really hate it.’
The preface honestly thought this to himself.
He didn’t feel any guilt. Because this man will feel bad about himself.
‘I’m sure this man is tired of seeing such a useless, fleshy, and gloomy woman alone, right?’
Seomun thought so while flashing his thick glasses.
Seo-Moon himself had an appearance that would have many hidden enthusiasts, but the evaluation of his appearance was very poor.
It can be diagnosed from an outside perspective that the gaslighting by the women in her school who bullied her was the main cause.
The man who had been euphemistically refused a handshake spoke with a warm smile, without any offence.
“My name is Han Yu-jun. Please take care of me.”
“Yes… Please take care of me…”
Seomun lowered her eyes and bowed. It may seem like he has bad manners, but Yujun himself doesn’t seem to feel that way. There was a strange look in his eyes, as if he was excited by the preface’s shady attitude.
Of course, Seo-moon, who was unable to make proper eye contact, never noticed that light.
The meaning was understood as a body a little later.
