Meeting the Legendary Director and the Heroine's Reunion
A night had passed since the special broadcast, and the day of the next rotation dawned.
Special broadcast? Special feature? The beauty department and video department whose order had been swapped for that.
Originally slated for last, the video department had been bumped up front, naturally shoving the beauty department to the end.
A little past lunchtime, Yoon Seoha headed to a park near the Han River. The cool early summer breeze slipped under her thin jacket, chilling her skin refreshingly.
"Ah, there you are? Honey."
"...Huh?"
"Yoon Seoha, right? The star of this shoot."
"Y-Yeah, that's me."
A woman with light brown hair tied up high. Her alluring figure and the blue eyes peering from behind black sunglasses were captivating.
"Huh? You don't know me?"
"...Um, are you from the video department?"
"...Oh my."
At Yoon Seoha's blank reaction, the woman's eyelids blinked slowly.
As if deep in thought, she squeezed her eyes shut, took off her black sunglasses, hooked them on her pocket, and muttered.
"Weird, aren't I pretty famous? Hmm. Even if I haven't done any projects lately..."
Muttering to herself, she cautiously eyed Yoon Seoha and asked again.
"Honey. You really don't know me?"
"...Yeah."
"Ughhh...! For real?"
Yoon Seoha nodded slowly.
The woman looked on the verge of tears. She let out a deep sigh and muttered.
"Do you not watch movies much?"
"Yeah, not really..."
"Hmmm. Sigh. Guess there's no helping it."
With another heavy sigh, she struck a dramatic pose like a theater actress, one hand on her chest, and declared.
"The name's An Juri. Department head of Futanari Corporation's video division, and the living legend of cinema who snagged a Golden Laurel Award for a 'porn' film. ...Ring any bells?"
"...A Golden Laurel for porn...? Ah. You mean that 'BBC the Club'?"
"Knew you'd know that one."
An Juri smiled warmly.
The Golden Laurel Award. The most prestigious prize from the Rome International Film Festival, the world's most authoritative film event.
True to its prestige and honor, the Golden Laurel wasn't handed out lightly. In fact, before BBC the Club burst onto the scene, it had sat unclaimed for a whopping seven years.
"The news made a huge fuss about it."
Seven years vacant. And the winner? A porn flick.
It was a scandal waiting to happen.
"Looking back, it was way over the top. 'The laurel wreath is shattered,' 'Rome's decline'—total bullshit."
"Ahaha."
"Eh, nobody says that crap anymore anyway."
Chuckling softly, An Juri extended her pale hand to Yoon Seoha.
"C'mon, honey. My crew's waiting."
Yoon Seoha took that pale hand. Not a single callus—beautifully maintained.
"The 'protagonist' has arrived, and the 'heroine' is waiting. The 'villain' shows up in about an hour or two."
"Villain, huh."
"Yup. The villain who messes with the protagonist and heroine's beautiful romance."
"Romance...? You call that romance?"
Breeding, maybe. But romance?
"Love comes in all forms."
"Does it?"
"Sure does. No one you love, honey?"
"Love?"
An Juri's eyes curved into crescents, her blue gaze sparkling.
She gazed at Yoon Seoha with a faint smile, then added.
"Not breeding or anything. I mean love as in a 'romantic partner.'"
"...Not thinking about dating right now."
"Fair enough. You might not even realize."
An Juri smiled.
"I have a good eye for people."
"Really."
"Yeah. As a director, it's my knack for spotting actors who fit."
"Hmm."
Yoon Seoha tilted her head slightly as she walked with An Juri, their hands still linked.
"The people who like you... three? Nah, four now?"
"Huh?"
"Hehe. Naughty girl. You draw lines but accept all their love. Bad girl."
"Not into dating yet."
"Yeah. That's what's bad about it."
An Juri squeezed Yoon Seoha's large hand tight.
"You don't wanna date, but you keep leaving room for it."
"..."
"You flirt."
"Umm."
Yoon Seoha rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. An Juri chuckled softly at her.
"Well, if it's with you, who cares how many?"
"I..."
"There."
As Yoon Seoha started to reply, An Juri cut her off and let go of her hand.
"Hehe. There's your heroine for this flick? Go on, Mr. Protagonist."
With a hint of reluctance in her eyes, An Juri pushed Yoon Seoha's back.
Step by step, Yoon Seoha walked forward.
Blue sky-blue hair after so long. Somewhat pale skin and vulgarly huge breasts.
"Long time no see, Oshia."
"Ah... I, uh...!"
"How's the baby?"
"...Hehe. Very healthy."
Oshia let out a small laugh, stroking her belly lovingly. Watching that tender, loving touch, Yoon Seoha felt a small relief.
No matter how it started—just business, no love—the child inside Oshia was hers.
Feeling a bit reassured about her becoming a mother was only natural.
"Eut...♥"
At the hand stroking her head, Oshia let out a soft moan.
Her eyes dripped like honey—sticky, thick. A far cry from before. Had distance and the growing life inside awakened new feelings?
The blue eyes once devoted solely to her boyfriend no longer held that devotion.
In its place: selfish desire. Pure, sticky lust.
"Hmm. Heroine's outfit's a bit plain."
An Juri, watching from the side, softly called cut and stopped recording.
"Costume change. Ready?"
"Of course!"
A few staff waiting behind An Juri grabbed Oshia's limbs.
"Wh-what?"
"C'mon, this way nice and quiet!"
"Whoa, those tits... fuckin' hot, damn..."
Yoon Seoha turned to An Juri as Oshia was dragged to a nearby container.
"You were filming?"
"Obviously. Protagonist reunites with heroine."
"Hmm. This for high-tier members too?"
"Duh. Can't release footage of my honey to randoms."
Yoon Seoha burst into soft laughter at An Juri's words.
In a normal company, such actions and words would've sparked outrage—or total cancellation.
But seeing and hearing it all, nothing stirred in her.
She didn't even realize what was wrong in that moment.
Am I getting used to it? Crossing lines humans shouldn't?)
Sometimes, thoughts like that surfaced.
"Ugh, uuu..."
How long had she been lost in thought? Oshia emerged from the container, face flushed beet red, standing beside Yoon Seoha.
"Oshia?"
"H-How's it? Not too slutty...?"
"Yeah. Perfect."
Yoon Seoha stroked Oshia's cheek.
"Director An."
"Yeah? What's up?"
"How long till that guy shows?"
"Hmm. About an hour?"
An hour.
Plenty of time.
"Huuup♥"
Eyes closed briefly, thoughts sorted, she placed fingers on Oshia's black dolphin pants.
Soaked dolphin pants. Sticky fluids clung to her fingers, stretching long.
"Then... how about 60 orgasms to warm up?"
"...Huh?"
"Gotta preheat."
"W-Wait... too sudden— O-Ohhh♥"
Fingers dove straight in, brutally plunging her plump pussy. Contrary to her icy Russian image, it was scorching hot and sloppily wet.
Grinning, Yoon Seoha ravaged the dumb pussy squeezing cluelessly at her invading fingers.
"O♥ Gruuuh♥ K-Khiuoop♥"
Oshia shuddered violently, squirting fluids.
The more time passed, the shorter the gaps between climaxes.
One per minute. Sixty minutes, sixty orgasms.
That was the plan.
Should be just right for warming up.
"How many times you cum?"
"Tw-Twelve... n-nineth...♥"
"How many minutes passed?"
"Th-Thirty-wun...?"
But against expectations, halfway through and she'd already doubled the target.
"Pathetic pussy beyond expectations."
Not surprising—more amusing. She'd probably pass out from pleasure, not pain, during birth. That pathetic.
"Hmm. How many more in the remaining thirty minutes?"
Yoon Seoha muttered, shedding her jacket stained with Oshia's fluids.