[CN] Li Zeyan’s 2024 Birthday: Former Times Date (Eng Translation)
“Perhaps, from the moment we met eighteen years ago, fate had already quietly written our today.”
“Li Zeyan, it was your appearance that made me start to believe in the existence of fate.”
⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 昔年约会, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡
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【Prologue】
As soon as I arrive at the main entrance of the Riverside Plaza, I notice a woman in professional attire walking towards me with quick steps.
??: Miss MC, hello. I’m Wang Yi from the Publicity Department of the City Hall.
MC: Hello, Miss Wang.
After shaking hands with each other, I take out a pre-signed agreement document from my tote bag and hand it to her.
MC: I’ve already signed the temporary usage agreement for Riverside Plaza’s venue. Please have a look.
She efficiently flips to the last page, confirms the signatures, and hands me a temporary access ID card along with a map of Riverside Plaza.
Wang Yi: I’ve already taken care of informing everyone involved and have reserved the time you’ll be needing.
Wang Yi: On January 13th, there won’t be anyone bothering you here, except for the patrol staff.
MC: Really, thank you guys so much.
Wang Yi: No worries. Director Chen mentioned you have very important memories here… and besides, you are the main person in charge of the promotional video for Riverside Plaza.
Wang Yi: In terms of both emotions and reason, this little help is nothing.
It’s not until I watch her departing into the distance that I begin to earnestly take in the recently completed Riverside Plaza before me––
The use of minimalist lines sketches out several strikingly modern structures, while in the not-so-distant surroundings, an artificial mountain rises, cloaking everything in front of me in lush greenery.
Such a strong contrast momentarily makes me forget what the park where I first met Li Zeyan looked like.
MC: I wonder what his reaction will be when he sees the drastic transformation here.
Saying this, I lower my head to look at the bag full of birthday gifts I’ve brought, and a smile slowly spreads across my face.
MC: But no matter what, Li Zeyan, I’ll definitely make you happy~
Just as these words leave my mouth, my phone in my pocket suddenly rings. I take it out, only to see the familiar avatar unmistakably displayed on the screen.
Smiling, I answer the call and start speaking even before he can say anything.
MC: Hehe, I was just thinking about you, and here you are calling. What’s up~?
LZY: A certain dummy hasn’t made a peep all day, and I’m a little not used to such quietness. What are you up to?
MC: Ah~ Turns out someone was missing me.
Grinning, I sling the “gift bag” over my shoulder and head inside, chatting as I walk.
MC: Me?... I’m preparing a birthday surprise for you right now~
The voice on the other end of the line clearly freezes for a moment, followed by soft laughter.
LZY: How come you’re not keeping me in suspense this year?
MC: Because your birthday happens to be on the weekend this year.
MC: Since we don’t have anything else in our itinerary, you must know that I’m planning a surprise for you!
MC: So, there is no point in keeping you in suspense. I just need to work hard to not fall short of your expectations~
My eyes crinkle into a smile, and I halt in my steps. Then, I take out one of the gift boxes and place it under the bench in front of me.
Just as I’m mulling over where to hide the remaining gift boxes, Li Zeyan’s voice sounds once again, his tone neither too soft nor too heavy.
In the winter breeze, this voice inexplicably brings me a touch of warmth––
LZY: Dummy, you don’t need to work so hard.
LZY: As long as you’re around on that day, it doesn’t matter where we go or what we do.
LZY: Because the most important thing has been by my side for a long time now.
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【Chapter 1】
MC: Happy Birthday!!
Early in the morning, the second I hear the sound of movement coming from the bedroom, I immediately burst in, carrying the cake with Pudding accompanying me.
Li Zeyan, who has risen from the blanket, watches us as we shower rose petals on him, his eyes widening slightly.
After processing the situation, he laughs somewhat helplessly.
LZY: A certain someone disappeared early in the morning; turns out she was preparing a surprise.
MC: Judging by the birthday star’s expression, bet you must have been shocked by my surprise, huh~
Hearing this, a glint of teasing surfaces in his eyes.
LZY: Indeed, you did give me a good scare.
LZY: I even thought someone was “breaking in.” [1]
MC: Well, I’m certainly gonna hijack all your unhappiness today!
He smiles and pulls my randomly flailing arm, hugging me to his side. Then, he glances down at the cake in my hands.
LZY: Looks like my stomach has already been hijacked by you first.
LZY: You squealed me out of bed at twelve a.m. for a bowl of longevity noodles, and now you want me to eat cake?
MC: These are all my blessings~
At this moment, Pudding suddenly reaches out his paw, lightly smearing a bit of cream on Li Zeyan’s face.
Seeing him momentarily frozen, I can’t hold back and burst into laughter.
MC: Haha, our Pudding is also wishing you a happy birthday~
LZY: After being with you for so long, even he has become more childish.
MC: It’s only natural for a family to become more and more alike~
He nods contemplatively. Then, he bends down and gently nuzzles against me, leaving a cool sensation on my face.
MC: Whoa! Why did you pull a sneak attack on me?
LZY: You said it yourself – it’s only natural for a family to become more and more alike.
Even though his tone is composed, a twinkle of amusement betrays his eyes. The overlapping laughter and soft cream melts and spreads in the sweet-scented air.
After washing up, he slices a piece from the cake and doesn’t forget to put the reddest strawberry in my mouth.
LZY: Your blessing tastes good.
LZY: So, what’s your plan for taking me to do later?
Smiling, I wink at him.
MC: Haven’t you heard? The construction of the Riverside Plaza is already complete~
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MC: The next time we come here, it will be called “Riverside Plaza.”
Ten months ago, the park where Li Zeyan and I first met when we were kids was slated for redevelopment by the city hall and was soon to be incorporated into a large urban public space – “Riverside Landscape.”
Before the construction began, we returned there once again after several years.
The park, dust-laden in memories, had remained almost unchanged in its original appearance. It beckoned to us from across the long years.
MC: Though, don’t you think the park seems to have gotten a bit smaller…
Holding Li Zeyan’s hand, I repeatedly measured the size of the sandbox with our footsteps and couldn’t help but feel a sense of incredulity.
MC: I can’t believe it only takes a dozen steps to make a circle now. I remember how I could play the whole afternoon in the past.
LZY: It indicates that a certain dummy has been particularly engrossed in playing this game since childhood.
MC: Well, you’d still be next to me and watch me play~
MC: Speaking of which, thankfully, this little me had big dreams.
MC: That’s how I could become your one and only best friend among so many kids in the entire park!
Hearing my exaggerated tone, he seemed unable to hold back a small laugh.
LZY: That’s your standard for a “big dream?”
MC: Of course! Zeyan gege was so cool back then, and he never seemed to rashly make friends with others. [2]
MC: Mm-hmph, but if I had known you were a kid without dreams, I might not have played with you!
LZY: …who said I didn’t have dreams when I was a kid?
The next second, seeing me immediately cast a curious gaze his way, he seemed to stop talking somewhat regretfully.
I kept swinging his hand, adopting an expression that vowed not to give up until I heard the answer. After waiting for quite a while, I finally got a soft sigh of compromise from him.
LZY: You can listen, but you have to hear the premise too. It was just a casual remark I made when I was little, not exactly a serious dream.
MC: So, you were playing coy earlier. But if CEO Li doesn’t say it today, he won’t be adorable anymore! Tell me, tell me~
LZY: …Pianist.
My eyes widen for a moment, picturing Li Zeyan playing the piano, and I can’t control my eyes crinkling as I smile.
MC: Hahaha, even CEO Li had such a whimsical dream!
LZY: [extremely helpless laugh] I told you, it was just something I said without much thought when I was a kid.
MC: But when I imagine how you’d look in a tailcoat, it does quite suit your temperament.
MC: So, when we return home today, will I be fortunate enough to hear the playing of the Grand Pianist Li?~
LZY: Nope.
MC: Oh, c’mon, just play it casually; even just putting on a show would be fine too.
LZY: [helplessly amused tone] Your current dream is not small at all, I must say.
Our light-hearted, trivial laughter and chatter scattered throughout the park, and in a trance, we brushed past our childhood memories.
We strolled aimlessly, and when the curtain of twilight fell, neither of us uttered a word about leaving.
It wasn’t until we saw the construction vehicles approaching from a distance that we tacitly cast our gaze for one last time at this piece of land.
MC: I wonder what this little park will turn into the next time we see it?
LZY: If you’re curious, let’s come and check it out together once it’s completed.
His voice was soft, but he spoke with sincerity.
LZY: In any case, its finest appearance has already been preserved in the passage of time.
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[Tidbits]:
[1] It’s a small nod to his 2nd birthday date, where MC “broke into his house” to surprise him LOL, though this time it wasn’t necessary b/c she lives here haha~
[2] don’t think I need to again; still just a reminder– MC used to address Li Zeyan as “Zeyan gege” when they were kids. For those unaware, when a Chinese girl addresses a boy as gēge (an intimate term of address), if not used to address her own older brother, she’d use it to address her boyfriend~ and the reason it got both Victor and MC flustered the first time they reminisced in Preference SP~ It’s similar to how oppa (in KR) and onii-chan (in JP) works in cases like this haha~ (//∇//)
You can refer to this post for more details: ♡♡
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【Chapter 2】
In the damp winter haze of the south, two interconnected artificial mountain ranges embrace the brand-new Riverside Plaza.
The lines of modern architecture in the square appear to escape from the shackles of steel and concrete, blending seamlessly with the natural landscape.
I take a satisfying deep breath, allowing the fresh air to instantly fill my nostrils.
MC: Looks so much more beautiful than before.
LZY: The concepts for this renovation are very new, and the execution on the ground is pretty commendable.
LZY: But I recall that this place will only be open to the public around mid-year.
MC: Yeah, you’re right. But it’s your birthday today, so it’s perfectly normal for magical things to happen~
Seeing my wink that hints at my intention to keep it a secret to the end, he helplessly raises his eyebrows.
LZY: A certain someone seems to be leveraging her personal connections for me a lot recently.
MC: If it weren’t for CEO Li’s help along the way, I wouldn’t even have the small network I’ve built up today.
MC: “Always think of its source when you drink water”-- it’s but a fundamental principle in life.
LZY: [laughs softly] Does your fundamental principle also include sweet talk?
MC: This is called the use of some rhetorical devices to convey a heartfelt expression. Every word of mine is sincere~
Amidst the laughter and chatter, as we approach the place where I had placed a gift in advance, even my footsteps gain a little excited spring.
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3… 2… 1 –– I silently count as I lead him around the corner, and a delicate gift box appears on a bench not too far away.
I discreetly sneak a glance at the person next to me and see that he seems to be in a daze for a moment. Soon after, he quickly catches on, and a smile of realization spills out from the corners of his lips.
LZY: Looks like a certain someone has already been here in advance.
MC: After all, this place holds very special meaning for us. But more importantly, it’s your birthday today~
MC: Since we have the opportunity to acquaint ourselves with it once again, I want to create some new memories that belong to us~
With the expectation in my gaze, he opens the gift box–– inside is a bottle of wine labeled with the year he was born.
MC: Hehe, your first gift is a red wine meticulously selected by MC~ It’s the best-tasting one I selected among many wines!
LZY: Does a certain someone’s idea of the best taste mean it’s “very sweet?” [3]
MC: Huh? How did you know…
A barely imperceptible curve graces the corners of his lips, though he doesn’t reply to my question.
LZY: So, did you just say this is the first gift?
It’s only now that I remember something, and, akin to presenting a treasure, I pull out a gift map.
MC: That’s right~ There are still nine more gifts scattered in the streets, waiting for their owner to bring them home.
LZY: You’ve prepared ten gifts for a single birthday? [4]
MC: Uh-huh. After all, my feelings outweigh these gifts by far, but at the very least, the figure gives a hint, right~
Seeing me use my hands and feet to gesture exaggeratedly, he laughs in spite of himself and takes hold of my hand.
LZY: [gives a precious laugh] Well, let’s hurry up then. I don’t want a certain dummy’s feelings that are lying scattered to wait for too long.
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MC: Jeez…
As I watch him retrieve the final gift box straight from the ice cream parlor, my eyes widen in astonishment.
MC: How did you do that?
LZY: It’s not difficult to guess a dummy’s thoughts.
Noticing a glint of complacency flicker in his eyes, I pout a little, unwilling to resign myself.
MC: If you’re really that good, then take a guess at what’s inside the gift box?
LZY: What if I guess correctly?
MC: In that case, you can put forward any conditions you please~
He lowers his eyes to the gift box, and soon, a hint of interest curls at the corners of his lips. Watching him muttering to himself irresolutely, I swiftly regain my complacency.
MC: I knew it! How could you possibly guess~
LZY: Is it a flipbook comic?
MC: …!
I find myself rooted to the spot in incredulity, falling into serious contemplation.
MC: Seriously? I drew this at the store, so there’s no way I could have accidentally filled in the wrong recipient’s phone number…
MC: And, I intentionally didn’t bring it home… so, there’s no chance you could have seen it beforehand!
MC: Weird, how on earth did you figure it out?
He gives me a playful look, then turns the side of the gift box towards me.
A label reading “Hand-drawn Flipbook Comic” is prominently affixed on it.
MC: …how could you cheat!
LZY: You said it yourself–– the birthday star has the final say today.
He laughs candidly, opens the gift box, and takes out the comic book.
As he slowly turns the pages, the changing sequence of images gradually brings a story to life.
The soccer ball that came flying knocked down the sandcastle. Faced with the girl’s loud sobs, the boy was flustered and at a loss for what to do. Finally, he quelled her tears with a pudding.
Probably because the girl always had something to say, and the boy was always willing to listen–– as a matter of course, the two naturally became playmates.
Seeing that an unforeseen accident took place and caused the two to lose contact, Li Zeyan slows down his pace of flipping the pages.
During that prolonged separation, the girl, just like him, grew up well in her own world.
When his fingertips turns the final page, a sunshower drizzles down without warning, bearing witness to their reunion on the sidewalk of fate. [5]
With yearning, his gaze lingers on the page for a long, long time, as if he is looking back to that day through the paper.
MC: It’s a bit of a pity; this was already the thickest book in the store. I originally wanted to continue drawing more into the future.
He looks at me, his gaze deep.
LZY: We already know how the story unfolded after that.
LZY: As for the story that will unfold in the days to come, we will know that, too, as time goes on.
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[Tidbits]:
[3] It’s a nod to a term MC often uses for Li Zeyan– “世界第一甜李泽言” (world's sweetest Li Zeyan) and the nickname CN fans have for him 李甜甜 (Sweet Li); which is also discussed in the call for this date that she wanted to choose a wine that fits him the best and apparently drunk texted in the process LOL.
[4] Guess all Li Zeyan stans know the significance of the number “10” ahah the source of all angst, but in the light of this date, it’s also a nod to Li Zeyan’s age when he and MC first met.
[5] Likely not necessary LOL, but a refresher anyway — it’s the reference to S1 CH 1, the impending car crash and their fated reunion ahah— ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
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【Chapter 3】
MC: I hereby declare that the gift-finding mission is a complete success!
Watching me dancing for joy and ticking off the last empty space on the list, Li Zeyan can’t help but break into laughter.
LZY: Obviously, I’m the one who received the gifts, but you seem even happier than me.
MC: Because once again, your reunion with this land has been branded with my mark!
MC: No matter how that little park’s appearance may change, whenever this place crosses your mind, you will always think of me!
LZY: [laughs helplessly] Dummy, thinking of you has never had anything to do with time or place.
The next second, as if a realization has struck him, he lifts his gaze to meet mine.
LZY: But how come you didn’t place any of the gifts in that little park?
I scratch my head and unfold the map of Riverside Plaza to show him.
MC: With the artificial mountains they’ve built along with so many public structures, the topography here has changed dramatically.
MC: I couldn’t figure out the location of the little park…
MC: Perhaps it was leveled to the ground, or it might have become a part of the mountains, or maybe we’ve just passed right through it.
As he listens to my conscientious conjectures, a soft chuckle escapes from the corner of Li Zeyan’s lips.
LZY: As expected, you dummy.
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MC: Does the venue usage agreement also include riding the cable car…
As the cable car slowly ascends, I flip through the thick agreement in surprise.
But before I can find the relevant clauses, my eyes are captivated by the gradually unfolding panorama of Riverside Plaza.
Emerald water and azure stones breathe in and out the refreshing breeze, embracing modern architecture and blending into a highly artistic urban landscape.
MC: It seems like the blessing of the birthday star’s halo really makes things magical, huh?
MC: Then, if I get closer to you, perhaps I can catch some of your magical aura.
As I speak, I snuggle even closer to him, crashing into his gaze fixed on me.
LZY: Even if the halo does exist, it wouldn’t spread through such childish methods.
MC: Well, you never know, and you––
The next second, he leans down and silences my unfinished words with a kiss.
LZY: [in an adorably serious tone] The success rate should be higher with this method.
Seeing him making jokes in a deadly earnest tone, I can’t help but burst into laughter.
LZY: If a certain dummy keeps giggling, she might miss the place she’s been yearning for.
MC: Huh?
Seeing him lift his chin slightly, I look perplexedly to the left side of the cable car.
In the next second, I spot the small park within the construction enclosure of the Urban Construction Group.
The sense of familiarity hits me right in the face, leaving me astounded and frozen in place.
MC: I can’t believe it’s still here… is it that they haven’t gotten to renovating this area yet?
LZY: Take a closer look.
With my eyes, I trace over the landscape before me, overlaying it with the images in my memory.
The old soccer field from the past has now taken a brand new appearance, incorporating the previous open space and expanding to at least twice its original size.
Meanwhile, the small sandbox seems to have become the best viewing area to watch the game, nestled inseparably against the edge of the soccer field.
MC: It… has been preserved?
LZY: Mm.
LZY: In the future, whenever you want to visit, it will always be here.
All my uncertainties vanish into thin air, and even the excitement turns into a sense of reassurance.
The unexpected surprise makes it impossible for me to resist turning my gaze toward that small area; I can’t seem to get enough of it no matter how many times I look.
The cable car ascends a bit more, and on the construction barrier previously obscured by tree shadows, an inverted triangle symbol that I couldn’t be more familiar with comes into view.
MC: Huh? Isn’t that the logo of LFG?
In my bewildered gaze, he nods.
LZY: I mentioned to you before about the collaboration between LFG and Urban Construction, and this is the project.
MC: So, you are the one who preserved it?
LZY: I was indeed involved in the decision-making process.
LZY: However, the redevelopment plan originally called for a youth activity area, so we retained the outdoor park and added more activity spaces.
I nod thoughtfully, but as I look at the small sandbox, I can’t shake the impression that it doesn’t really fit in with the surroundings.
Seeming to notice my trance, he speaks first.
LZY: [extremely softly] My selfish desire did indeed take part in this.
LZY: Since the soccer field was already being preserved, there was no reason why the sandbox shouldn’t be preserved as well.
MC: Even if it doesn’t quite fit the planning requirements?
He gently lowers his eyes, remaining silent, but the upward curve at the corner of his lips seems to have long declared the answer.
Partiality towards someone that causes a person to break the rules is always a source of joy, and I am no exception.
It’s just that being loved can subtly give rise to greed, making it impossible to resist the temptation to seek more confirmation from him.
MC: But… didn’t you say before letting it be preserved in the passage of time is enough?
The moment my probing gaze meets the light in his eyes, everything is laid bare in his knowing smile.
LZY: Even now, I still believe that time always leaves its traces.
LZY: But you seemed so unwilling to part with this memory.
He pauses for a moment, gazing gently into my eyes.
LZY: [IN THE GENTLEST POSSIBLE TONE] So, if you wish to seek the traces of time, I can preserve the entirety of time for you.
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【Chapter 4】
As the sky gradually imbues with darkness, the cable car reaches the end of its journey.
The words Li Zeyan said just now still linger in my ears, filling my entire heart with elation.
His love is omnipresent, allowing me to crash into it and be embraced by it at every turn, no matter where I casually roam in this world.
I want to hurry up and bring him to the destination; I want to present him with my surprise and give him all of my heart; I want to make him as happy as I am in this moment.
With this in mind, I pull him by the hand and start running in small steps.
His question echoes from behind, sinking into the night again, but I don’t say anything, only smiling at him.
We run all the way to the river side and spot the bubble house coming into view from afar. Quietly, I press the light control switch.
The dreamlike lights embrace flowers, fine wine, swaying candles, balloons and fireworks… At this moment, my innermost feelings seem to spill onto all the existences in the world.
MC: Happy Birthday, Li Zeyan.
Saying this softly, I look up to find his gaze and see his slightly dazed eyes illuminated brightly by the flowing light. But his eyes seem to be infinitely more resplendent than the moonlight.
LZY: When it comes to creating surprises, no one can ever surpass you.
He allows me to lead him by the hand and walk into the “bubble.” Then, he watches me as I take the cake out of the mini refrigerator and light the candles.
The candle flames dance, causing those eyes that have always been fixed on me to become even softer.
Drowning in his eyes, I softly breathe out a relaxed sigh.
MC: To be honest, until I arranged everything here and set up the gifts, I wasn’t entirely sure if this would be a good venue for your birthday celebration.
MC: Upon coming back here again with you today, I suddenly realized…
MC: Perhaps, from the moment we met eighteen years ago, fate had already quietly written our today.
MC: We just didn’t know it back then.
We didn’t know that we would lose each other, and then we would meet again after going around in circles.
We didn’t know that we would be so favored by fate, becoming such important parts of each other’s lives.
Li Zeyan, it was your appearance that made me start to believe in the existence of fate.
You’re such an incredible person that all my yearnings and adoration seem to naturally and rightfully find their way to you––
Becoming my unique and unmatched destiny.
I lift the cake towards him, as if holding my heart full of sincere wishes in my hands.
MC: The cake from the morning was pawed on by Pudding, so it could no longer shoulder the important task of making wishes.
MC: I hope this unblemished cake can hold all of your wishes.
He solemnly accepts all of my heart and sincerity, gazing at me for a long time, so long that the candle burns down another inch.
LZY: From the very first second of today, I’ve been blessed by a certain dummy with all of her heart and soul.
LZY: The old place where I met you in the past, today has given birth to new memories, all because of you.
LZY: Life wasn’t all bad before I met you.
LZY: But it wasn’t until I was constantly thought of, cared for, and loved by a certain dummy day and night that I realized the happiness fate had bestowed upon me was a million times greater than I could have ever imagined.
LZY: Once a person has known happiness, they will naturally want to preserve everything the way they are indefinitely.
LZY: This is my wish.
He gazes at me with an earnest and profound expression in his eyes, and then he blows out the candle.
MC: Hmm… although I really want to promise you this––
MC: But I’m greedier than you. I want every day of yours to be happier than the one before.
MC: I want to make you the happiest person in the whole world.
He gently lifts my hand and draws me into his arms.
LZY: You already have.
LZY: So, accompany me to an even longer and more distant future, and let’s witness the surprises fate has already written.
In a daze, my memories drift back to the day we first met when we were kids.
Just as I was certain back then that he would show up with a pudding for our rendezvous, at this moment, I am equally sure that I will accompany him to that future.
I gaze at him and nod emphatically.
Beneath the starry sky, we eat cake and drink wine, laughing and making clamors for a while, and then we just cuddle together quietly.
We let time silently slip away before our eyes, because it feels as though as long as we can be just like this, it’s enough to make us happy.
It’s not until the moon quietly shifts its position that the winter night brings with it a nip in the air.
Probably sensing that I’m a bit cold, he enfolds me in his arms, gently rubbing my hands until warmth blooms in them.
But he still appears a little uneasy, his brows creasing into a slight frown as he looks at my light clothing.
LZY: The weather is too cold; let’s go home.
MC: Since it’s a birthday celebration, it’s not considered over until the very last second.
I shake my wristwatch at him; there are still more than twenty minutes until the new day.
Probably because I’m being a bit too insistent, he can do nothing but hug me even more tightly, letting his body heat encase me.
Vaguely feeling a sound of helpless sighing on the verge of escaping above my head, I hurriedly press my finger against his lips gently.
MC: The birthday star is not allowed to sigh!
LZY: [IN THE MOST ADORABLY PLEADING TONE] I’m worried that you might catch a cold.
MC: I’ve got a solution.
I stand on tiptoes and kiss him. Then, resorting to my old trick, I take his hand and pull him along for a run towards the outside.
MC: Let’s run around, and we’ll be warm in no time!
But this time, after being taken aback for a split second, he steps ahead and overtakes me, pulling me along and leading me to run forward.
There’s something even more enchanting beyond hugs and kisses, and that is – lovers sprinting through the silent night.
The night is so thick with darkness that it engulfs any sense of direction, and I find myself momentarily uncertain if we are running toward the past or moving forward into the future.
Or perhaps, all along, we’d constantly been running towards each other in every passing moment.
Perhaps fate is not willing to treat such a fervent and sincere love unkindly, and so in the boundless night, a winding piano pathway unfolds before us like some kind of miracle.
We both freeze for a moment, then look at each other with a hint of delight.
LZY: Walking on the same path with a dummy, I guess a person is bound to run into surprises along the way.
Stepping onto the pathway, I hear a “clink” sound, so I hop a few more steps, and suddenly, the air is filled with tinkling noises.
I turn around, smile at him, and pull him onto the pathway.
MC: The journey to becoming a grand pianist can take various forms, and the one before us right now seems like a pretty good one.
The next second, I feel a force on my lower back, and I fall into his arms.
LZY: [THE OVERWHELMING JOY IN HIS VOICE x1] Well, in that case, dance with me.
The entire world resonates with the sounds created by us.
We hold each other tightly in an embrace, stepping on the musical notes flowing from the black and white piano keys.
As the notes intertwine, I close my eyes. Suddenly, I have the feeling as if I’m in a magnificent concert hall, playing a tacit ensemble with the person I love the most.
MC: How does it feel to have your “dreams” come true, my grand pianist?
LZY: [x2] This moment is far superior to any dreams.
MC: Then, how about allowing this moment to become a little more joyful?
As I speak, I gently lift his hand and twirl around with the dance steps.
The notes that do not form a melody fall into our hearts, giving birth to an unparalleled sense of fulfillment.
I find myself unable to resist looking at the person in front of me, only to find him gazing at me tenderly.
MC: Are you happy?
MC: I seem to only remember wishing you happiness, but I haven’t asked you yet. Are you happy?
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Hearing the girl’s question, Li Zeyan is momentarily caught off guard.
Amid the disorderly notes, they dance with steps that keep getting tangled time and again, laughing together like two dummies.
Perhaps as long as she just stands there, her presence alone will make everything in front of him lovely, making it impossible for him not to be happy.
So, he nods.
LZY: [the overflowing joy in his tone here literally broke the last surviving barrier of my tear flood] Hm, I’m very happy.
Happiness doesn’t seem to be that difficult. After all, thanks to her, it has become a presence that is attainable at his fingertips almost in every second of every day.
It’s just that when a person becomes accustomed to the existence of happiness, they will naturally grow reliant and insatiable.
“So, hold her hand tightly, until the end of time,” — he thinks to himself.
The girl in front of him checks the time, announcing loudly that the hour hand is about to usher in a new day.
4, 3, 2, 1–– along with the countdown, she leans into him and wishes him “Happy Birthday” for the last time today.
Almost instinctively, he leans down and kisses her.
For all the years to come, may every sunrise and nightfall be as perfect as this moment.
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【Anika’s after-notes】
those of you who know me on twitter/X or are on the official discord server, you guys may have already seen me having multiple meltdowns on this date. so, you can imagine just how much i still have to yell and scream about lmao, but this time, i’m not gonna write a whole essay that’s what my twitter threads are for lol. it’s one of those writing that is very self explanatory, everything is at your face but in the best possible way, and leaves you little to no room for second-guessing. so, hope you enjoy this treat packed with emotions and infinite beauty, and happy crying ahah~ ಥ‿ಥ💕
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Mokumokuren
Birds of different feathers flock together
Noticed online by head-hunting publishers, Mokumokuren hasn’t waited very long before polarising the attention of Japanese readers. With strange The Summer Hikaru Died, horrific bromance dealing with body dispossession, the mangaka signs a series of sophisticated oddity, that sets itself apart from the predictability of current fantasy productions.
Interview by Fausto Fasulo. Original translation: Aurélien Estager. English translation: “Keikotwins”. Bibliography: Marius Chapuis. Thanks: Camille Hospital & Clarisse Langlet (Pika), Yuta Nabatame, Mayuko Yamamoto & Mana Kukimoto (Kadokawa), Chiho Muramatsu (Tohan)
(T/N: Interview given to ATOM in winter 2023; 2 volumes were out in French.)
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In an interview given to the CREA website in November 2022, you confided inventing stories since very young. Did your first fictions resemble the ones you draw nowadays?
It’s true that there are quite a lot of common points between the stories I imagined when I was a child and the ones I tell nowadays in my mangas. Especially a specific motif, that has been haunting me since the time when I wasn’t really aware of the world surrounding me: the presence amongst us of “non-human” beings, that nonetheless have a perfectly normal, ordinary appearance…
And how was this “obsession” born?
Precisely identifying the origins is complicated, my memories are too blurry, I think… What I can tell you is that I’ve always been fascinated by “creatures”. For example, I remember being very impressed by Peter Jackson’s bestiary in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. By the way, still in a fantasy register, I am also a big fan of Harry Potter adaptations… (She thinks.) And I’ve always liked yōkai stories, you know. I think that what I like in all these mythologies is the idea of species classification: each has its own characteristics – physical, biological – its own way to apprehend its environment.
In Japan, yōkai are integral part of regional folklore. Did the place you grew up in have some specific beliefs?
I was born and grew up in Tokyo, and, as you must know, yōkai are mostly associated with rural areas. I was thus never really bathed in this type of regional fantasy folklore. There are all kinds of yōkai and we can perhaps see in some more contemporary urban legends the echo of certain past beliefs? (She thinks.) I am a bit frustrated, because I believe that I could remember a legend that would have impacted me, but nothing comes to mind immediately, sorry!
You have already said so in an interview and it’s quite obvious when reading your work: you are a big amateur of horrific fiction. What has been your first contact with the genre, all medium included?
It was television that introduced me to horror: special shows, television films, series, I was watching these programs with a mix of fear and enthusiasm, a confused sensation that particularly delighted me! (She thinks.) And amongst all the aired shows, I will remember two titles: Hontō ni atta kowai hanashi and Kaidan shin mimibukuro*.
* Inspired by the homonymous manga magazine published by Asahi Shimbun, Hontō ni atta kowai hanashi (lit. “Scary stories that really happened”) is a series produced by Fuji Television that has been airing more or less weekly since 2004. Derived from literary material (a series of compilations of hundreds of short stories by Hirokatsu Kihara and Ichirō Nakayama, published from 1990 to 2005) Kaidan shin mimibukuro is a series made of several short movies depicting ghost stories based on real testimony.
Did you read horror mangas when you were young?
Let’s say that I was more interested in live-action productions. Nowadays, I obviously appreciate some horror manga authors, without pretending to be any expert in the subject. For example, I like Junji Itō’s work, but I am far from knowing it for a long time… (She thinks.) I could also talk about Shigeru Mizuki, who I also appreciate a lot.
The mechanics of fear aren’t the same in occidental and oriental fictions. You like American horrific productions – like Ari Aster movies – as much as ones from Japanese origin – you notably quote Ichi Sawamura novels and Kōji Shiraishi feature films. Can we say that you are tying these two perspectives with The Summer Hikaru Died?
My relationship with horror is more imbued with oriental sensitivity. But what I find remarkable in occidental horrific productions is work on image. In The Shining like in Ari Aster movies, for example, there is real research made on frame composition and choice of colours. I also try to follow this aesthetic reflection in my work as a mangaka.
In Ari Aster’s work, beyond the very precise staging, there is this permanent desire of ambiguity. Do you try to dig this same equivocal trench?
Absolutely. I try to tell complex feelings as well in The Summer Hikaru Died, like fear dyed with nostalgia or attachment, repulsion mixed with fascination, with attraction…
How do you “sort out” the shots that inspire you in cinema?
I don’t draw while freeze-framing during specific scenes. I would always rather watch a movie as a “focussed” spectator. However, I pay a lot of attention to the way the director composes their frame. I sometimes take some notes, but I most often simply keep it in a corner of my mind.
Could you tell us when and how the story and characters of The Summer Hikaru Died appeared to you? Have they matured a long time within you?
I’ve started thinking about this story when I was preparing university entrance exams. I was aspiring to join an art uni, and I was drawing every day. I can’t really say I made my characters “mature”: back then, I wasn’t thinking that the drawings I was making would one day end up being published, way less being serialised! I innocently created characters close to me, without guessing that one day they’d become manga protagonists.
One of your foundational reads was Sui Ishida’s Tokyo Ghoul manga. Can you tell us how you discovered it and what effect it had on you?
I don’t really remember how I discovered this series, but what I know is that I became crazy about it at first read. What I liked – and what I still like – is this idea of telling a story that confronts humans to these “different” beings while following the point of view of a character that represents alterity. Beyond this strictly dramatic aspect, Sui Ishida’s storyboarding and character design have had a strong impact on my work. However, I want to add that Tokyo Ghoul isn’t the only title I took inspiration from, I obviously have other references…
Do you do a lot of researches to define the design of your characters? You seem to draw them easily, in a very natural gesture…
I haven’t spent a long time defining my protagonists. First, there are few in the manga, then, they evolve in a rather realistic universe. My goal was rather simple: they had to look believable in the reader’s eyes. I wanted people to be able to imagine crossing them in the street, you see?
It’s after seeing illustrations posted on social media that depicted the future characters of The Summer Hikaru Died that the publishing department of the Young Ace Up magazine noticed you. How have you reacted when approached?
I was very surprised, because I absolutely wasn’t trying to become a mangaka. I would have never projected in such a future, you see. And, very honestly, if they hadn’t suggested working on this series, I don’t think I would ever had pushed the doors of a publishing house… I am then very thankful towards the persons who have allowed me to enter.
And what would you have done if you hadn’t been solicited?
Back when I’ve been contacted, I was considering – still vaguely – working in the video games field. But I wasn’t really proactive, I wasn’t contacting anyone, wasn’t sending resumes…
Did you want to do chara-design?
Why not, yes. What I like in video games is the range of possibilities they offer. You can then create an entire universe and this is rather exhilarating.
So you’re a gamer…
I have dropped my controller since I’ve started drawing manga. But yes, when I had more time, I played rather regularly, especially Nintendo productions…
Even if you play rather little nowadays, do video games influence your work?
I can’t say whether it really is an influence, but the Undertale game has left a big mark on me. I felt its creator’s strong will to surprise players, to make them feel unprecedented sensations…
Horror manga only relies on art and storyboard to provoke fear, whereas cinema and video games can also rely on sound. Is it from this observation that you have decided to particularly work on your sound effects?
Absolutely. I have thought a lot about the way to introduce and stage sound in The Summer Hikaru Died. The sound effects that you can find in the manga are indeed the result of this approach.
In an interview given to the Realsound website, you mention the use of the シャワシャワ (“shawa shawa”) sound effect. Knowing that occidental readers are way less sensitive to these graphicoustic details, can you explain its meaning?
“Shawa shawa” expresses the song cicadas make in western Japan. It’s a very special noise because in the different regions live different species that make specific sounds. So when I choose this specific sound effect, I convey a geographic and temporal piece of information to the reader, who can then guess the location and season the action takes place in. (She thinks.) When using this sound – that we especially find in the beginning of the manga – my goal was to play with silence, particularly when the song stops. I thus had the idea of representing this sound effect with an easily readable font, so the reader would make no effort to decipher it, as if the sound was asserting itself naturally, you see? I hoped to suggest a saturation they couldn’t avoid and that, when it’d stop, would immerse them in absolute silence.
The Summer Hikaru Died transcribes very well this particular atmosphere of Japanese summers…
Yes, I really wanted to signify this languor in my manga. And the cicadas’ song we discussed earlier contributes to creating this atmosphere: it’s an overwhelming sound, sometimes irritating, you cannot escape from in summer – Japanese readers obviously know what I’m talking about. (She thinks.) I also gave special attention to shadows: summer light being very bright, shadows are very sharp, very deep.
Do digital tools allow you to get this result more efficiently than traditional?
I work on Clip Studio Paint, and it’s true that it sometimes allow me to save time. Consider the work on shadows: I never apply solid black because I like saturating space with hatches and, with digital tools, I can obtain the desired result faster because I can duplicate each of my lines.
Your use of hatches is sometimes reminiscent of Shūzō Oshimi’s…
I don’t know his mangas very well, but it’s funny that you mention him because I recently read his latest series, Okaeri Alice. In any case, I really like his style and I perfectly understand how you can bring his universe and mine together.
The Summer Hikaru Died relies on the concept of body dispossession, that obviously takes back to the Body Snatcher novel by Jack Finney and its movie adaptations. Did you think about it?
I don’t know this book very well, but I know its theme has been approached often, especially in movies. As I was saying at the beginning of this interview, my idea was to adopt the point of view of a non-human and tell his indecision, his moral questions…
We also find this idea in Hitoshi Iwaaki’s Parasite…
I haven’t read the manga fully, but I’ve watched the anime adaptation that was released a few years ago (R/N: in 2014). I remember rather liking it, even if I think I offer something different with The Summer Hikaru Died. What interests me is sounding the inwardness of my non-human character out and expose all his dilemmas. What is his place amongst men? Is he legitimate in our world? Here is the type of questions that pushed me.
One of the impacting scenes of volume 1 of The Summer Hikaru Died is the one when Yoshiki penetrated Hikaru’s body by shoving his arm into his torso. It’s a sequence that is both very sensuaI – to not say sexuaI – and also very horrific. How did you get this idea?
I wanted to put the readers in an uncomfortable position. A stressful situation that could take several forms because, according to your sensitivity, you can feel very different emotions in front of this scene: sexuaI arousaI, fear or disgust. For me, it was supposed to put the reader in some kind of catatonia, you see?
Do you chat a lot with your tantō, especially around these slightly “complicated” scenes?
I have free rein, you know, I can draw everything I want. My editorial supervisor has never asked me to temper some sexuaIIy connotated parts. My discussions with him don’t revolve around this kind of things, but rather around the structure of the scenario itself: where to place this scene in the narration? Is it better to put this sequence before this other one? Nowadays, I am more at ease with all the scripting layout but, at the beginning, I needed support.
What allows you to get, from a dramatic point of view, the mix between bromance and horror?
I wanted to show the differences in sensitivities and values between a human being and an “other than human”, and tell the misunderstandings this can cause when both meet. When Yoshiki “scratches” under the appearance of the one who is supposed to be his best friend, it creates a first point of conflict in the story. I then hoped to make his relationship with Hikaru – or rather with the “entity” that pretends to embody him – a kind of undefinable bond, that wouldn’t be friendship, nor love.
Do you know today where this strange relationship between your two heroes will lead you?
I know more or less how all of this will evolve, yes. I have decided on my story’s general plot since the beginning. I can only tell you that The Summer Hikaru Died won’t be a long series.
How do you explain the almost instant public plebiscite of your series in Japan? You perhaps cannot have perspective on it but, in a saturated publishing landscape, you have managed to stand out…
Hm… Indeed, I don’t really have precise explanations to give you about this success. Maybe the covers’ design has been in favour of the manga? I asked the person in charge of graphics to make sure that the visuals would be noticeable in bookstores. That’s why the books have this monochrome aspect, with the title discreetly placed. I didn’t want obvious advertisement banners, but something simple, like this blue background for the first volume, on which the character stands out. I also wished to create contrast between the jacket’s and the inner cover’s drawings. I thus had requirements that didn’t quite go alongside what we can nowadays see on the shelves of Japanese bookstores.
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Sexual/Sacred Joke (Translated)
This is an 18+ Vogue interview from 2010 with Shin Hakyun so read at your own risk
Shin Hakyun appears in Director Lee Hae-young’s sex-fantasy film Festival as a macho man who is preoccupied by size. In order to surprise this quiet, bashful actor who only opens his mouth on screen, I threw at him some mischievous questions filled with sexual innuendos.
Now, the readers won’t be interested in your serious narrative. So let’s pretend that this interview is one big sex joke, and play a game.
Ah… Okay, hehehe (he sounds like he doesn’t understand).
Do you think all directors are perverts?
Us filmmakers, we all have perverted tendencies. We just live quietly without showing them.
Live without showing… So you admit that you have perverted tendencies.
I don’t know. But I’m certain that those tendencies are provoked by the directors.
Actors occasionally seem to feel pleasure by swinging a whip or shooting semen all over the place on screen. You attempted a threesome in Thirst, right? I do think it’s heartbreaking that you had your wife taken from you by a vampire, but wickedly, you were lying in between Song Kangho and Kim Okbin.
They were tangled up in each other’s pleasure and ended up killing me before finally having sex, and I involuntarily found myself on the bed between them. It wasn’t my intention.
Hm hm, are you prepared to speak about the filthy desire sitting in your heart at any moment?
No. Expelling that filthy desire through acting is enough.
What do you think about the comedic expulsion in Joint Security Area and Save the Green Planet?
You’re talking about older things. They are merely victims. They are abnormal people who were driven to insanity by society.
Do you act for communication or pleasure?
Communication 6, pleasure 4. I’m not good at communicating. I was born that way. I wasn't able to tell my stories since childhood.
So you’re very repressed.
Is it a problem that I don’t have much to say? I’m saying that I have a big desire to communicate, but I don’t want to express that through speech.
I understand. But we all have to say something. That’s how interviews work. Should we talk about the center of acting-based pleasure? Is it the mouth? Hands? Ears? Chest?
The brain. The brain becomes very sensitive… and the cells roar, I don’t know how to describe it.
Try your hardest to think about what to say.
So… This is… Just, it’s like that. It definitely feels like something is being relieved…
Let’s say it’s the feeling of ejaculating. Then what about size?
Size?
A man’s size.
In Festival, this guy is a macho cop who has no hopes or plans for the future. We don’t know if he says he’s big because his genitals are actually big, or if he’s actually not that big but is lying instead. Like most men do.
How about you?
Me? I don’t think size and confidence are directly proportional. Saying that makes me feel smaller for some reason.
Oh! You don’t feel like someone who's small. So you don’t need a Na Hoon-A-esque performance. But are sexual confidence and sexual jokes directly proportional to each other?
I tend to only listen.
Are you saying you’ve never told a sex joke before?
There are many times I don’t talk at all in any situation.
Have you read erotic novels? Ones like Let’s Go! To the Rose Inn by Ma Kwang-soo, Try Lying to Me by Jang Jung-il, The Road to the Racetrack by Ha Il-ji.
I like classic novels. I’ve been re-reading The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky and King Lear and Othello by Shakespeare.
I expect nothing less. You starred in this movie with Oh Dalsoo, Sung Dongil and Ryu Seungbeom. Their sexual tendencies are also diverse. Sung Dongil prepares a whip and handcuffs and waits to be dominated, Ryu Seungbeom who loves dolls more than women, fairy Oh Dalsoo who wears laces and moves around gently…
I’m so jealous of those actors. They’re really funny if you see them on set. They act and talk freely. But compared to Oh Dalsoo, I’m a talker.
I know that Shin Hakyun and Oh Dalsoo fall in a similar category. In comparison to Sung Dongil and Ryu Seungbeom who are always hopping about, you two are pure, silent, and internal perverts. How was it with Won Bin, who you filmed My Brother with?
That guy talks less than me. He’s really quiet, to the point where I’m curious [about him]. I heard he likes games, but… when compared to him, I think I would have to keep from talking more.
Oh, but not now! How much do you consider women’s feelings?
Women’s feelings? I’m happy when the other person is happy. I work hard to satisfy the woman. Depending on the situation, I would use various actions and techniques.
How would you feel if you found your lover’s vibrator?
In the movie, I see it in secret and pretend not to know. I’m an unconfident person who even failed his examination for promotion, so size matters more to him, and thus he is hurt by his lover owning a vibrator.
I read Park Min-gyu’s novel recently and it had a similar story. A car salesperson returned home and asked for a meal, and his wife asked “Haven’t you eaten yet?” which made him go ballistic and cause a scene in their house. At that moment, he finds a vibrator in their closet. His mind goes blank and he runs away from home, sailing off to the moon.
I understand. But sexual capability isn’t too important to me, so I think I would be fascinated by the vibrator. [I would ask] Where did you get this? Do you normally use it? Is it good? I would respect it as it’s a form of play that doesn’t pertain to the man’s abilities.
Are you closer to a sadist or a masochist?
I despise getting hit, and I also hate hitting the other person because they wouldn’t enjoy it.
Do you have masochistic tendencies when you work? In Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance, I heard you were beaten by Song Kangho so much that you had bruises all over your body, but you didn’t scream once.
There is a side of me that exudes newfound energy when I’m exhausted and abused.
Sexually, what do you think is between the rebellious teenage phase and the greasy old person phase?
There would be the youth who freely enjoys everything and the middle-aged person who is filled with fantasies.
Which one do you fall under?
I don’t know, I’m not sure where I would fit in. Regardless, I’m healthy. Hehe.
What would you say to all the withered virgin men and women?
I don’t even get to meet any of them.
What if they came to you for advice/counseling?
So? What do you want me to do? That’s your problem.
As a reporter, I have no choice but to invade the actor’s private life. We are pitiful torturers. You understand, right?
Yes, I know. I’m sorry I can’t be a fiery sacrifice for you.
I heard you drink alone for more than half of each year?
I drink every day. I like feeling intoxicated. I considered brewing alcohol on my own if I didn't act.
When are you most bored?
I’m most bored after finishing a project when I’m waiting without any future plans. I’m also bored when I have to drink on the set while waiting, without the presence of my character.
How did you feel when you first watched Like a Virgin, Director Lee Hae-young’s first installment of his sexual fantasy work?
It was touching. It was cute to see young Ryu Deokhwan crossdressing in a Chinese-style dress and applying lipstick. Also the scene where the father looks down at his son while riding an excavator.
What would you say if the actual Madonna entered this room, completely nude?
Please leave! I’m scared. You’re not my type. I like round women.
Have you ever pictured yourself wanting to slap Marilyn Monroe’s buttocks?
What buttocks? I do want to have a drink with her. Even though we wouldn’t be able to understand each other and there would be no need to talk in the first place.
If you had to act as either a priest or a monk who is facing some sexual challenge, who would you pick?
Song Kangho hyung played a priest in Thirst. The monk role would be more fun. It would be the Buddhist version of Thirst, called Did You See?... (T/N: “Did you see” in Korean is pronounced “Bwat-ji,” which sounds similar to Thirst’s Korean title “Bak-jwi.”)
Oh! You told a joke for the first time.
You’re asking troubling questions so I can’t be serious. Try asking this question to other actors. They’ll all be good at [answering]. I can’t talk or sing and I freeze whenever I even see a studio camera. I’ve had no reason to train for this type of conversation, either.
Try playing on the boundary between jokes and serious talk. Let’s make the claim that, for instance, Lindsay Lohan wants to have a threesome with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, and 45 minutes later, she will announce her marriage to Brandon Flowers of the band The Killers.
I’d do anything if it’s for acting in a film…
What do you mean by that?
I could act as a gay or transgender character, or I could run around the Myeongdong streets while naked.
That’s not a scene I would particularly want to see. If only one film could remain in this world, what should it be?
Wealth and honor, hehe. (T/N: Term for “wealth and honor” in Korean is pronounced “bu-gwi-yeong-hwa” and the word for “movie” in Korean is “yeong-hwa.” Shin Hakyun was making a pun based with the last two letters/syllables of the first word, which overlap with the word for “movie.”)
You keep smiling/laughing only.
Smiling is my habit. In school, I was friends with everyone. Smart kids, carefree kids, kids who always fought. They were all nice to me, and that was because I always smiled without saying anything. Since then, smiling has become a habit.
So smiling was your version of camouflage. It is a bit sad for being the origin story of a million-dollar smile.
Hehehe.
What pose would you do if you were chosen as the cover model of Playboy?
I would show my back. I’m not confident about my front. My butt appears in this film Festival as well. It is a shame that I had to look oily and plump due to my character being a lazy drunk.
When does the orgasm of acting come around in this film?
This movie begins with a scene where I ejaculate.
Ejaculation, right off the bat?
Haha.
Lastly, please say a word for all the pitiful audience members of this generation who are struggling with sexlessness and frigidity.
I think frigidity has more to do with mental factors rather than physical… But I don’t have that, so… I’d only know if I’ve experienced it… I’m not even a doctor, what should I say? Anyway, I’m healthy when it comes to sex. I’m not indifferent. I’m sure of that.
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