Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 179

What is the biggest advantage of being a second-generation chaebol?

The fact that you have a lot of money to spend.

"If I move things around carefully, I can probably pull together 100 million yen."

Anything beyond that would be difficult.

But this amount should be enough to cover an actor’s fee.

That’s about what a top Korean actor would normally get paid, right?

On the day Kim Donghu was getting changed for his Louis Vuitton x Supreme lookbook shoot,

Kiyao Kaito watched him, completely mesmerized.

The ideal image of a hero...!

And even in real life, he looked incredible.

The pride of Asian boxing.

The despair of Olympic amateur boxers.

A hitman in the ring—unstoppable.

The fastest and strongest heavyweight boxing gold medalist.

That was Kim Donghu.

What if someone like him starred in a tokusatsu series?

Wouldn’t it be possible to create a level of action never seen before?

I have to do this in secret.

If his father found out, it was over.

If his brothers found out, it was over.

He had to invest discreetly.

No one could know it was him.

Double-layered. Triple-layered cover-ups...

Some people said tokusatsu was childish.

And sure, that wasn’t wrong.

But at the same time, it was a ridiculous argument.

"By that logic, what isn’t childish?"

Every form of entertainment was childish.

It just looked sophisticated.

And how did something stop looking childish?

By throwing money at it.

By refining it to perfection.

People raved about superhero movies and lightsaber duels—

all because of superior production quality.

And in terms of special effects,

Japan’s Kamen Rider franchise could hold its own against any competition.

The only issue was the raw material.

If they had an actor with phenomenal talent and god-tier looks—

Even if he was from another country.

As long as they made it happen,

it was guaranteed to be a massive success.

Kaito was absolutely sure of it.

***

One Week Later – After a Well-Rested Break in Japan

After recharging for a week in Japan,

the Shall We Get Married? filming crew arrived.

"It’s hotter here than I expected."

Right then, Jaerin casually slid up beside me.

"But are you sure it’s fine to just fly to Japan like this?"

"Oh, we have a fan signing event here. The schedule lined up perfectly."

Of course.

That explained it.

I had been wondering—

why would her agency allow her to travel to Japan

just to film a mixed bathing segment on a reality show with a male celebrity?

Turns out, they had planned for her to handle other work while she was here.

"But did you come alone?"

"The other members will be arriving later. The fan signing event is in two weeks."

Two weeks, huh?

Unfortunately, I’d be filming True Hero by then.

"Too bad, I won’t be able to make it."

"Why are you apologizing? We already knew we’d have schedule conflicts when we signed up for this."

"?"

For a second, I thought, Wait... are we actually a virtual married couple?

"Oh, uh, yeah. Right."

The cameras were rolling.

The filming crew, quick as always, had started recording as soon as we started talking.

So that’s why she said that?

Three years into the entertainment industry,

and she already had perfect media-savvy instincts.

"But you will come to my concert in July, right?"

"Of course. Besides, we have our wedding at the end of July."

And after that, Shall We Get Married? would be canceled.

That was always the plan.

The contract had been set for that duration from the start.

Ending everything with the wedding felt ironic.

But anyway.

"Alright, let’s get ready for the shoot!"

To get straight to the point—

"Wow, the water is really warm!"

During the mixed bathing scene—

"Yeah, it’s definitely nice and warm."

"But now that we’re outside, it still feels a bit chilly."

"The nights are still cold this time of year."

"Then let’s stay close together."

"Huh?! Oh—uh—"

There were no suggestive moments like you’d see in movies or manga.

It was just actually cold at night,

so I naturally shifted a little closer to Jaerin.

For some reason, though, she had gone completely silent—

a total shift from when I had met her at the airport.

"Tired?"

"Huh?"

"You’re not talking much."

"Oh—uh—no, it’s nothing. But... aren’t you cold?"

Her gaze lingered on me a little too long.

Which, to be fair, made sense.

I had taken off my top before getting into the water.

Technically, I could have worn a swim shirt,

but since guys only really needed to cover their lower half,

I hadn’t bothered.

"D-Donghu... your body is... really nice."

Gulp.

...Did she just swallow hard?

Well, the weather is nice tonight.

The open-air bath had been designed in a private setting,

perfectly matching the concept of a newlywed getaway.

A cool breeze was blowing.

The moon was shining.

The sky was clear, with stars faintly twinkling.

Steam rose gently from the water.

My virtual wife was staring intently at me.

Naturally, I found myself looking back.

?

At that moment, a thought I’d had a few days ago suddenly resurfaced.

I want everything.

A deep, primal desire—

the urge to make everything mine.

It wasn’t just possessiveness.

It was possessiveness fueled by lust.

And my body reacted immediately.

Wait, wait, wait.

This was not the time.

This was not the place.

Emergency countermeasures:

I mentally recited the national anthem.

Gradually, my body calmed down.

Crisis averted.