Chapter 127: Han Minyeong (10)
I never imagined things would heat up this fast when I first picked up noona and headed to the set. But with a pair of twenty-somethings crammed into a tight space—and the fire already lit between us—neither of us was in any rush to put it out. If anything, we were just stoking the flames higher.
"Slurp, smack, suck, pop, slurp!"
Our breaths mingled and tangled. Before I knew it, the car was pulled over on the shoulder, and the two of us were locked in a scorching embrace.
We only had twenty minutes. Any longer, and both leads would show up late to the set—a disaster. No matter how good the sex or how swept up in instinct I got, I couldn't blow my responsibilities as a working adult.
Maybe that's why every second felt so precious as we devoured each other. Our hands moved with frantic urgency.
"Hah! Hah!"
After a breathless makeout that left us gasping, Minyeong noona finally dipped her head and took my cock into her mouth. I quickly shifted the pleasure amplification from my palm to her mouth—making sure she could enjoy it fully even while blowing me.
"Just the head in your mouth at first. Suck on it."
"Mm, sluuuurp! Sluuuuurp!"
Minyeong noona was an obedient student, picking up every lesson fast.
"Now spread your tongue wide and coat it all over. Like licking an ice cream cone."
"Mm."
As she nailed it effortlessly, I upped the difficulty a notch.
"Thrust the head up against the roof of your mouth, then purse your lips tight and suck as you pull back."
"Sluuurp! Slurp!"
"Whoa, noona, you're a natural. Ngh! Feels amazing."
The moment my glans hit the roof of her mouth, she shuddered—clearly feeling the pleasure herself. I couldn't ask a beginner to deepthroat yet, so I pressed against her cheeks instead, pistoning in and out. I grabbed her head, guiding her motions.
"Use your hands on my balls too."
"Mmmph."
Her hands were a whirlwind of activity.
"Glrk, glk, mmph, glk!"
I was lost in the blissful friction against her cheeks and palate when suddenly—plung!—my cock slipped somewhere deeper.
"Gack!"
Minyeong noona had gotten greedy, shoving it straight down her throat without me asking. A rookie mistake—she looked panicked at how deep it went.
Extend the pleasure amplification to her throat.
It might've hurt for a second, but with my amplification, even pain would turn to pleasure. Plus, noona was already revved up from my semen’s effects—heightened libido and all.
Wildly aroused, she ignored the pressure, discomfort, and choking sensation, chasing pure ecstasy with her throat.
"Glk, glrk, glk, guh! Guhhck!!"
Her throat wasn't fully open yet, so she kept gagging and pulling back, but she stubbornly kept stimulating my cock deep down. Once she discovered the insane pleasure her mouth could give, her eyes had rolled back ages ago.
Can't let her strain her throat too much.
I worried it might mess up her shoot, but noona was ruthless—hammering her throat against my cock like her life depended on it.
With only twenty minutes anyway, the fastest finish would be best for her. I pressed down gently on her bobbing head.
"Time's almost up. Gonna cum soon. Hang in there just a bit."
Plung! Plung! Plung! Plung! Guuuuuh!!
"Gulk! Glrk! Gulk! Glk! Glk! Guuuuuh... hng!"
I drove her head up and down, slamming my cock in deep, then pinned her tight at the end—burying it to the hilt in her throat.
Spurt! Splurt!
Savoring the tight squeeze, I unloaded blissfully. I watched my cum flood her mouth and slide straight down her esophagus.
Gulp, gulp.
Thanks to the item boosting my load size, there was plenty for her. An amount most guys couldn't dream of—and she swallowed it all without flinching, like it was delicious.
For a split second, I wondered what it tasted like... then immediately shoved the thought away.
Not curious about cum taste at all.
I pulled out with a wet shlorp, and noona hacked violently, gasping for air.
"Hack! Kek! Hooook!"
Her face flushed red from oxygen deprivation and the rough throat-fuck—looking utterly erotic.
"Hah, hah, hah!"
"Feel good? Looks like you came too, noona."
"Heh, heh... Y-you... Did you like it?"
I had no idea when she'd started, but one hand was buried in her panties. Not just me enjoying solo.
With her mouth and throat turned into erogenous zones via amplification, her pussy was drenched like I'd fucked it raw.
"Fucking incredible, noona."
"Hee-hee."
She beamed, proud—lips still smeared with my pubes and cum.
I reached over to pick off the pubes; she flinched, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Then she licked every drop off her fingers clean before grinning again.
"Ah, noona. Check the trunk on the back seat side—should be tissues and wet wipes there. Usually stock up plenty. Wipe your soaked panties with those."
My cum was all hers, but her panties were a mess, leaving dark stains on the seat.
"...There were tissues?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you say so?!"
"......"
Realizing my timing sucked, I averted my eyes.
Smack!
"Ow!"
Noona slapped my back hard.
"You jerk~! If you'd said earlier, I wouldn't have had to swallow!"
"Haha, hey, there's a convenience store. I'll grab some tissues."
Pretending I hadn't mentioned them, I grabbed my wallet and hopped out. I felt her glare from inside, but I ignored it boldly.
She loved swallowing my cum anyway.
At the store, I bought spare panties for her, tissues, wet wipes, drinks, and water. By the time I returned, she was tidying up, and we headed to the set.
One issue: her swallowing my cum reignited my lust, so I had to jerk off again en route.
"I'll park—you go ahead."
"Okay."
"Got your costume?"
"Ah!"
She scrambled for her outfit and bolted without looking back.
There was a reason for her escape. Even after solo masturbating, she couldn't finish, so I'd helped her cum hard by hand. Only my cum was to blame—but that was our secret.
I played it cool, teasing her as a perv. Couldn't hide her embarrassment, hence the flee.
Won't tease her more today. Save it for later.
Any more and she'd really snap, so I dialed it back. Parked, changed in the car, and spotted her chatting with the director from afar.
"Hey."
"You're here. Chase scene today—tough one. Condition good?"
"Rested up. I can run all day."
"And you, Minyeong?"
After cumming who-knows-how-many times in the car, did she have energy left? I eyed her worriedly, but she clenched her fist with fiery determination.
"Gotta run to survive."
"Perfect answer."
Director Choi Youngji gave a thumbs-up.
She might collapse mid-run.
Looked like I'd need the stamina pouch. Wasn't full sex, but all those orgasms would leave her drained.
"Won't keep you waiting long. Gear's here—straight to rehearsal."
"Yes! Whoa, that's today's camera rig?"
"First time seeing one, Minyeong?"
"Yeah. Bigger than I thought."
Needed pro gear to minimize shake while filming our run.
"You'll ride that. Familiar with jibs, right Haesol? Use 'em a lot."
"Yep."
"Director!"
The AD rushed up mid-chat.
"Got a call—lunch truck coming in your name today, Haesol."
"Huh? Lunch truck?"
"In my name?"
Fanclubs sent them sometimes, but always coordinated ahead. Manager noona would've mentioned it.
"Sudden lunch truck's awkward. Needs scheduling. Where's your manager?"
"Never heard about one today. Came alone 'cause of issues. If it was legit, she'd be here no matter what. Sure it's for you?"
"Gasp! No manager? Then no prior notice... They said fanclub, so I assumed. I'll call back—might be a prank."
"Okay."
A random lunch truck out of nowhere? Noona would've warned me if fans planned it. I called her to check.
The AD returned after reconfirming.
"Fanclub confirmed. Arriving in an hour—seems legit."
"...Checked with manager noona. They are planning one, but still prepping."
"???"
"???"
We tilted our heads at each other.
Unprecedented fan lunch truck—fishy. Accept or nah?
Couldn't decide, so we shot for an hour. Then, sure enough, it arrived—not just one, but coffee truck, snack truck, full spread!
"Whoa, check the scale."
"Idol star power, huh?"
Staff cheered the lavish feast. Food quality was top-tier. My face plastered huge on it—hard to deny fans.
"Hotel-level. Meat galore."
Thought to refuse over suspicion, but staff mobbed it already.
"Finally a lunch truck. Thought maybe when directing my own, but this soon? Idol perks."
Even the director paused filming Minyeong's run, grinning at the trucks.
"...Yeah, haha."
AD and I shrugged—goodies are goodies—and accepted. Manager noona confirmed: with my face on it, can't return. Just take pics for SNS thanks.
—Shit happens when you're not here. Sorry today.
"No worries."
She'd taken official leave; the road manager ghosted. Her fault, not noona's.
Managers flee 'cause of company. Company's the root.
Noona hung up after asking for pics—standard fan thanks post.
"Sunbae, pic me later?"
"For the truck post?"
"Yeah."
Alone or with manager, I called her "noona." With staff, "sunbae"—avoid rumors. She freaked at overdoing it, so we agreed.
"Fanclub sent it, right?"
Noona, clueless from shooting, asked.