The Lift He Couldn't Hold

Monday morning.

Min-ho arrived at Venus Entertainment. Seo-yun had called at dawn about an urgent reshoot, and he had come running. He went straight to the president's office, where she looked up from a stack of documents and brightened at the sight of him.

"Min-ho. You're early."

"Yes, President. It was an urgent shoot, so I hurried."

"Good. Tae-min and Ha-rin aren't here yet."

Seo-yun rose, drew the blinds, and locked the door. The bolt snapped shut.

"Um... President?"

"Min-ho, before we go into the shoot... want to warm up with me a little?"

A strange smile touched her mouth as she came toward him.

"Warm up? My body?"

"AV acting is intense exercise, you know. Go in stiff and you're easy to injure. Getting ready beforehand matters a great deal."

She laid a hand on his chest and drew it down, slow and soft.

"And Tae-min's coming today. You can't afford to lose on presence. Let me take the edge off for you."

She undid his belt and drew his pants down. In an instant his cock sprang free.

"Heh. Just as I thought. Such a sturdy thing. Overflowing, and the morning's barely started."

Seo-yun sank to her knees and took him into her mouth. Warmth, and the soft play of her tongue—service that sat in shameless contrast with the title of president. A groan broke out of him.

"Nngh... President..."

"In here, you call me Seo-yun."

She said it around him, mouth ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠still working, and with an easy skill she drew his arousal higher. After a few minutes of it she bent herself over the sofa.

"Come on. Pound me. Short and hard."

Min-ho shoved her skirt up and pushed into her from behind.

"Hah—!"

"Good? Seo-yun?"

"Yeah... so good... the way you fill me..."

It was brief, and it was fierce. They had no time, and that only made it rougher.

"I'm coming! Seo-yun!"

"Inside! Fill me up!"

He came in a thick rush, semen pouring into her until she was full.

"Haa... haa..."

Seo-yun straightened her clothes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Looser now? Go on. Don't let him cow you. Do well out there."

"Yes. I will."

Min-ho left the president's office feeling distinctly lighter.

Studio A.

Tae-min and Ha-rin were already there when he arrived.

"Min-ho!"

Ha-rin greeted him, bright and glad.

"Hello."

"Take good care of me today too!"

Tae-min looked him over and let out a mocking little laugh.

"Oh. The rookie. We meet again. Had a meeting with the president, did you? Your face is glowing."

"Hello, Senior."

Min-ho looked straight at him.

In that instant—

Min-ho's breath caught. Those are Senior Tae-min's stats. Strength 45. Agility 44. Far above his own. I'm at strength 38, agility 35... He still couldn't win. On raw power, he was clearly behind. But the gap isn't hopeless. One or two more level-ups, and— I think I can beat him.

"What are you looking at?"

Tae-min's face had gone unpleasant.

"N-nothing."

"A rookie staring a senior down. No manners."

He knocked Min-ho's shoulder. The blow landed sharper than the gesture looked, and Min-ho rocked back.

"Ah..."

That was strength 45. Heavier than he had expected. Strong...

"Watch yourself. Next time I might hit you harder."

Tae-min snorted and walked on. Min-ho closed his fist.

Endure it. I still ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have to endure it.

The shoot began. Director Tae-jun explained.

"Today we're only reshooting the main bedroom scene. Harder than last time, and more intense. Pay special attention to the positions."

"Understood."

The three of them went to the bed. Ha-rin undressed first, a small body, taut and springy. Min-ho and Tae-min stripped as well. Tae-min glanced at what Min-ho was carrying, and his face tightened.

"Hmph. It really is big."

Min-ho said nothing.

"But big isn't everything. Technique matters. Strength, especially. Without power behind you, you can't lead a woman."

"I know."

"Oh, you do? Then prove it today."

Filming started. Ha-rin began with her mouth on both of them—Tae-min's cock, then Min-ho's. Tae-min stroked her hair as he asked.

"Ha-rin. Well? Who's better?"

"Both of you... are good..."

"That's not honest. Say it straight."

"Tae-min's is... familiar... and Min-ho's is... big..."

"What's the use of big? You can't even take all of it."

Tae-min sneered. Min-ho bit his lip and took it.

"All right. For real, now. Tae-min first."

Director Tae-jun gave the cue, and Tae-min turned that look on Min-ho.

"Watch close, rookie. I'll show you what real sex is."

He hauled Ha-rin to her feet, caught her by the waist, and lifted her clean off the floor in one motion.

"Kyah!"

Her legs left the ground. He held her in a princess carry and drove his cock up into her just like that, a heavy wet impact of flesh.

"Hah—!"

The strength was outrageous. He was holding a grown woman off the floor, and his posture never so much as wavered.

"This is called lift-and-thrust. A different world from pawing at her just because you trust your size."

Still holding her, he snapped his hips.

"Ah! Aah! Tae-min! Deep—too deep!"

The cry tore out of her. Gravity piled onto the thrust, and the depth of it was nothing ordinary. He shook her up and down like a toy and kept driving in.

"Like it, Ha-rin? Like how strong I am?"

"Yeah! Nnh—yeah! I love it! Tae-min, your strength is the best! Aah!"

She locked her arms around his neck and came apart, legs clamped tight around his waist.

"Min-ho... I'm sorry... Tae-min's technique is... too... nngh! It's so good!"

She looked at Min-ho through the sob. She was apologizing, and her face was drunk on pleasure all the same. He could only stand there and watch, blank.

That's the power of strength 42. A technique he couldn't use. Ha-rin was on the light side, and even so, holding her like that and thrusting at will took tremendous strength, and a core to match.

"See? That's how you handle a woman."

Tae-min dropped her onto the bed almost like a throw and dragged in a rough breath.

"All right. Your turn. Let's see you try."

He jerked his chin at Min-ho.

Min-ho hesitated, then stepped in. He tried to lift her. His arms shook.

"Nngh..."

He got her up, barely, and couldn't find his balance. He tried to push inside; his legs buckled, and the posture fell apart.

"Ah! Min-ho, look out!"

Ha-rin cried out, startled. He went down onto the bed still holding her.

"Ha ha ha!"

Tae-min clutched his stomach and burst out laughing.

"Hey, rookie. You ought to work out. What's the point of hauling that big thing around if you've got no strength to use it?"

Min-ho's face burned. The shame was immediate, and hot. Ha-rin looked away as if the sight embarrassed her too.

"Min-ho... just do it lying down. That's good too..."

It was meant as comfort. It landed worse than the fall.

I don't have the strength. If I want the technique, I need the strength. Size alone would never be enough. Varied positions, an overwhelming performance, the ability to lead a woman—none of it was possible unless strength stood behind it. If I'm going to beat Senior Tae-min, I have to raise my strength. Min-ho set his jaw.

The shoot went on. Tae-min kept grinding him under, flaunting that power at every turn.

"Min-ho, your timing's off."

"Min-ho, thrust that weakly and you think Ha-rin's going to feel anything?"

"Guess that's a rookie for you. Still a long way to go."

Min-ho endured it to the end. Just a little. Just a little longer.

The last scene was the two of them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cumming on Ha-rin's face together.

"All right—together!"

Tae-min came first, spilling across her face. Min-ho followed right after, and the volume of it was three times Tae-min's, easily.

"Aagh..."

Her face was covered completely.

"Cut! Okay!"

Director Tae-jun called it. Tae-min looked at how much Min-ho had given, and his expression locked.

What the hell is that. Again...

The shoot ended. In the locker room Min-ho was changing when Tae-min came in.

"Min-ho."

"Yes?"

"Today... you did all right. More or less."

"Thank you."

"But listen."

He stepped in close.

"Don't go trying to run out ahead of everyone when you're still a rookie. This industry has rules."

"What rules?"

"The rule that you respect your seniors. A rookie ought to carry himself like a rookie."

He struck Min-ho's shoulder, hard. Min-ho staggered back.

"Ah..."

Strength 45. Strong. Of course he is.

"Understand? Watch yourself."

Tae-min left. Min-ho worked a hand over the aching shoulder. Strength 45. Agility 44. Definitely stronger than he was—strong enough to throw lift-and-thrust around like it was nothing. But the gap still wasn't hopeless. One more level-up...

He closed his fist. I can beat him.

That was when it happened.

What was that? He opened his Status Window.

Min-ho's breath stopped. Incest... five times?

His mother. He had been with her once. Four more still to go. Mom... What rose in him was a knot of feeling, and under it, all at once, the hunger to level up came surging. One more level-up and I can beat Senior Tae-min. Lift-and-thrust. Overwhelming strength. Both of them could be his. And to get there, he needed his mother. Four more times...

Min-ho took out his phone ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and called her.

He ended the call and let out a long breath. Mom... Guilt and desire hit him together. But the choice was already made. I have to get stronger. Strong enough that no one can look down on me.

Min-ho walked out of the locker room. Tonight he was going to see his mother. And he would take one more step toward the next level-up.