Chapter 714: Chapter 122: Except for a Bit
In the sowhat empty hotel lobby, a washed-up aging actor quietly observed everything around him. Occasionally, people speaking a language he couldn’t understand at all would pass by, his eyes filled with bewildernt and sorrow, alone and adrift, the feeling of being a foreigner just naturally stood out.
“Good!” the female director clapped her hands at this mont, giving a thumbs-up to the aging actor who maintained his posture for a few seconds after hearing her voice. Then, she began to hurry, calling out to urge the crew, “Quickly, everyone, we have the last two shots left to take, don’t waste ti!”
As she spoke, she hurriedly found the female lead who had been chatting and laughing pleasantly with a man, and called out very dissatisfied, “What did I tell you earlier, Ed? Don’t bother my leading lady, okay? I need her to stay in the zone!”
“Don’t worry, Sofia,” Adrian laughed, “You’re underestimating Scarlett too much. Just give her a few minutes to adjust, and she’ll be right back in the zone, won’t she?”
The last question was directed at Scarlett, but unfortunately, the girl who had been chatting lively with him just monts ago did not respond, only pursing her lips and watching him with a playful smile. Before Adrian could react, Sofia’s voice of complaint rang out, “Yeah, yeah, your recomnded Scarlett is excellent, I know she’s excellent, but right now I need ti, understand? The innkeeper has only agreed to let us use the place for an afternoon. We must leave by 6 PM, Japanese people are very strict about this timing, even a little over is not allowed, I really do not have spare ti for Scarlett to get into the right mood, you understand…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the lights suddenly went out. Sofia was taken aback for a mont, and then scread as she ran back, “Brian? Brian! Was there any problem with the shot we just took? Was there?”
“No, Miss Coppola, I started getting prepared when the ti was up,” the cinematographer’s voice quickly ca over, providing so reassurance to Sofia.
“What’s happening?” a puzzled Adrian asked as he hurried over.
“Just like Sofia just said, ti’s up, the Japanese cut the power,” answered Scarlett.
“Cut the power? Why would they do that?” Adrian frowned, “If we go over ti, we could just pay extra rent; it shouldn’t be that long.”
“Sofia said the sa, but the Japanese don’t care about that,” Scarlett replied with a helpless shrug, seeming to have a less than favorable impression of Japan.
Once Sofia was certain that the previous shots hadn’t been ruined by the sudden power cut, she sighed and hurried outside; Adrian imdiately followed with Scarlett on their heels. Soon after, Sofia and an interpreter found a gaunt woman, probably between sixty and sixty-five, quite short, with a stern face, who kept shaking her head no matter what the interpreter said to her.
“Is she not willing to extend the ti?” Adrian approached to ask after the communication had clearly failed and Sofia had covered her forehead in frustration for quite a while.
“What else can be done.” Sofia sighed, waving her hand agitatedly, “No matter what we say, she isn’t willing, almost as if she couldn’t wait to drive us out, as if we were the plague.”
Adrian wanted to say sothing, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he simply put his hand on her shoulder, “Don’t mind it, Sofia, don’t punish yourself with soone else’s foolishness; you’ve already done very well.”
Before Sofia ca to Tokyo, Adrian had told her that she could ask the AC dia office in Tokyo for help if needed. But according to the information he had, Sofia’s requests had been few, just like the script of “Lost in Translation,” which she had almost entirely completed herself until she finally sought Adrian’s help, after all, she had her pride.
So Adrian didn’t bring it up for now, only speaking kindly to comfort Sofia.
“Damn it, there’s only one shot left, and after we’re done we can finally leave this damned little inn,” Sofia said still sowhat angry, “But we’re stuck here, and then we have to co back again tomorrow… waste of ti… it’s all your fault, Ed! If you could’ve been a little faster, I wouldn’t be facing such a dilemma now.”
By the end, she couldn’t help but vent her frustration on Adrian, even raising her hands to hit him a few tis, of course, Adrian didn’t mind. Such a transfer of anger was normal, so he just grabbed Sofia’s hands and continued to comfort her: “Alright, my bad, I apologize, I promise it won’t happen again, okay?”
After several unsuccessful attempts to pull her hands free, Sofia finally got a grip on her emotions and glanced around. Assistant directors, director assistants, photographers, and so on, were all looking over with surprised expressions, including Bill Murray, the male lead. Probably because they had never seen the lady director in such a state. Naturally, as soon as the director lady looked over, they imdiately shifted their gaze and started chatting as if they had been doing nothing, making Sofia feel awkward.
As for Scarlett standing next to Adrian, she just stuck out her tongue and shrugged her shoulders.
“Since it’s co to this, don’t think too much about it, Sofia,” Adrian said with a warning look at Scarlett, his patience evident, “Unexpected things are bound to happen while directing, it’s normal, no need to get upset over such things.”
“Easy for you to say, soone’s pushing to take this film to the Cannes Film Festival in May,” Sofia was still a bit unhappy.
I also said it would’ve been better to start shooting in December. Of course, he couldn’t really say that out loud, so he just chuckled and raised both hands: “Don’t worry, if there’s a delay here, we’ll make up for it elsewhere, that shouldn’t be hard for you, right? As a director, you’re truly excellent.”
Sofia didn’t respond, just sighed.
“Here’s what, I’ve booked a spot at Tokyo’s best Western restaurant tonight, planning to invite Scarlett for dinner, how about you join us too?” Adrian’s eyes flickered as he said this.
Perhaps thrown by the day’s events, Sofia agreed casually without thinking much about it. Scarlett, who had not interrupted from beginning to end, gave Adrian a aningful look when he approached her. Adrian just smiled without saying a word, and when no one was looking, he gave her perky buttocks a tap, earning a roll of eyes from the girl.
Don’t think it’s easy, if you can’t convince , don’t even think about it. Adrian understood the aning in Scarlett’s eyes very well. Truly independent and full of character, lucky for him he had acted early, and fortunately, his luck wasn’t bad, catching the essential point; otherwise, it might have taken more effort to have her in his grasp. As for her hint just now, haha, was that difficult for him?
In Tokyo, Ginza, Florence Restaurant, the na alone told you it was an Italian restaurant, and the interior was indeed decorated in a typical diterranean style. Of course, the taste was pretty good, at least Adrian liked their tomato sauce sea bass, after all, it wasn’t easy to run a restaurant in Ginza, a place where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.
“Many n are just like that, pretending to be magnanimous on the surface, but deep down they don’t take won seriously, this is just a variant of male chauvinism,” a man and two won, while tasting the cuisine, chatted about movies and Japanese culture until Sofia suddenly started discussing gender issues, quickly moving the talk to male and female rights.
Sofia was no fool; just because she’d agreed without much thought at the ti didn’t an she wouldn’t co to her senses, she wasn’t unaware of Adrian’s nature. However, having agreed, it wouldn’t be good to back out imdiately, so she ca up with this tactic, and once the conversation started, Scarlett joined in, backing her up and spicing things up.
Adrian didn’t seem to take it too seriously, he simply nodded earnestly, as if he was on their side.
“Indeed, what Sofia said is all true, but—” he said with a sly smile, “I’m not that kind of person. In a sense, I am a feminist.”
“Are you saying you’re a playboy-style feminist, or are you suggesting that all playboys are feminists?” Sofia asked with interest, though her question was a bit impolite.
But neither Adrian nor Sofia and Scarlett found any problem with that. Firstly, Adrian had always had a good reputation when it ca to treating won and definitely wouldn’t get angry over such an offense, and secondly, as Sofia was moving closer to feminism due to her success as a director—not to ntion she wasn’t an extre feminist—it was quite normal for her to ask.
Adrian didn’t answer directly but continued on his own: “I once read a sci-fi novel where the future world belonged to won, n either extinct or penned up to be studied as a species, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the future really is like that. In so respects, won are indeed stronger than n. So whatever job a man can do, a woman can also do it. Director, producer, that goes without saying, as well as agent, CEO, Chief of Staff, Minister of Defense, even president. Won can do all these.”
At this point, he spread his hands and said, “Whether one can or can’t is a matter of attitude, and whether one does it well is a matter of ability. These two concepts are not necessarily linked—as long as she is willing to take responsibility for the results.”
“So you’re saying n can have a bunch of won, and won can also have a bunch of n?” asked Scarlett, who wore a sexy, deep-red low-cut spaghetti strap dress that flaunted a deep cleavage. She suddenly asked with mischievous intent, exchanging a knowing smile with Sofia.
“This is exactly what I wanted to address separately,” Adrian replied leisurely, “The capabilities of won and n are not that different, except for one aspect.”
He paused, and with an intrigued and even slightly impudent predatory gaze, he looked at Sofia and Scarlett. “In bed, it’s always…”
“.” He pointed to himself.
“Entering your body.” He gestured towards Sofia, but his eyes were glancing at Scarlett. Clearly, the word “your” was plural.
Both won beca slightly uncomfortable, their cheeks reddening. Sofia even picked up her glass and took a big gulp of red wine, her chest heaving; then she glared at Adrian, her face flushed. Scarlett fared a bit better. She sipped her wine, pursed her lips, looked away to collect herself, and then glared fiercely at Adrian.
“This is an immutable fact,” Adrian said serenely, looking at them, “Whatever the position, whether you face or your back is to , whether you’re on top or beneath, it remains the sa. Even if you tie to the bed, immobilized at your rcy, it’s still the sa.”
“Well, that’s not necessarily true. There is no end to the number of adult stores in Japan,” Scarlett retorted, purely arguing for the sake of it since Adrian did seem to be equivocating.
So Adrian just smiled: “We’re talking about n and won in bed, not substitutes on the bed, and even with substitutes, the fact that you’re being penetrated doesn’t change.”
“I could just as well say that I have devoured you,” Sofia countered, unwilling to show any weakness.
“But in the end, you’ll still have to spit it out,” Adrian said with a slightly raised chin, smiling as if it were a very elegant topic, “It’s just like a siege in the Middle Ages. The defenders could use various thods to control the timing, intensity, and ans of the attackers, such as striking at the logistics or engaging in political activities behind their lines. But the right to decide whether to attack was always in the hands of the attackers. Once they breached the walls, the most the defenders could do was drive them out and allow them to… leave more blood within the city.”
As he spoke that last sentence, Adrian’s smile beca suggestive, hinting at a aning all too clear, so both won’s cheeks reddened even more.
“This is the biggest difference between n and won, and it is precisely this difference that has created our current society. No matter how much power won have fought for, it is still a patriarchal society,” Adrian relaxedly sipped his red wine, “Which is why many female critics praise the scenes in violent erotic movies where a woman cuts off a man’s thing, seeing it as a symbol of total rebellion against patriarchy. Unfortunately, it’s not the relationship between the sword and the shield, but between the sword and the sheath.”
Sofia’s throat moved gently, she looked around aimlessly, and even unconsciously stroked her neck with her fingers, while Scarlett stared at Adrian unblinkingly, a faint glimr of excitent in her eyes. Obviously, under his tactics, in this public setting, the way his words unabashedly invaded their space caused so chemical reactions in them.
So, after dinner and a stroll admiring Tokyo’s night views, it was only natural that in Adrian’s suite, a completely naked Scarlett, panting, was pressing down on an equally naked Sofia, the two won embracing and kissing fervently while enduring Adrian’s assault from behind.
With Scarlett’s personality, she had long wanted to try such a thing; her collaboration with Sofia during dinner was rely a display of pique aid at showing off to Adrian. And Sofia, having spent years on various film sets with her father, and then as an actress in the industry, was no stranger to these matters. Although she showed so resistance, she was still taken back by the assertive Adrian and, in bed, was dominated by Scarlett, who was much smaller than she.
On their first day in Tokyo, the tone was set; thereafter, there was no suspense. Adrian spent every day with the two of them, not at all secretive, which frustrated the crew mbers of “Lost in Translation.” If you were to sleep with the director or the leading actress, that would be one thing; even if you slept with both the director and the leading actress, it would be fine. But to sleep with the director and the leading actress together every day… What was that?!
Even though Adrian, Sofia, and Scarlett weren’t particularly intimate on set, their daily joint arrivals and departures were clear for all to see. The imagination and conjecture of the people around are quite powerful, not to ntion that these conjectures were very close to reality. So n in the crew who had wanted to pursue Scarlett thus gave up their intentions—who could compete with Adrian?
“The Miracle Director’s charm is truly incomparable,” Bill Murray couldn’t help but tease Adrian during idle conversation.
“Thank you,” Adrian accepted with a beaming smile, without a hint of modesty.
Anyway, during this ti, he had threesos with Sofia and Scarlett daily, exploring all the variations that three could play, though Sofia resisted so, but each ti she succumbed to Adrian’s “lewd power”. Of course, having Scarlett there as an example was one reason for it. The only regret was that her breasts were not as full as Scarlett’s, making certain pleasures less satisfying.
“You’re such a jerk, a jerk who plays with won,” Scarlett would always accuse him with a grumbling tone when they were alone, seeming truly upset, but in reality, it was just a form of coquetry.
His words that night were mainly directed at Scarlett, and now it seed they had the desired effect, so Scarlett was rewarded accordingly. During a shared bath, Adrian had Sofia take her turn at retaliation—after all, Scarlett had previously bullied Sofia, who was much taller.
Of course, Adrian’s attention wasn’t entirely on the pleasure of the bed; he actively helped the production crew secure the necessary locations and landscapes. With his assistance, equating to the aid of AC dia’s Tokyo office, the crew’s efficiency improved markedly. If this could be maintained, they might wrap up by the end of the month.
“See, leveraging advantages can improve filming efficiency, which doesn’t conflict with independently finishing a project. Didn’t your father ever seek help with location scouting?” Adrian reassured Sofia this way.
Sofia was aware of this point, but had deeper reasons for her previous reluctance. Adrian was also privy to this, so he never ddled with the shooting, not even when Sofia ca over to ask for his opinion, and he’d only encourage her kindly.
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