Space Warp 4
In the empty studio, bathed in the glow of the auxiliary lights, Baek Ji-yun's figure was both pitiful and eerily beautiful.
White traces dotted across her neatly pressed gray suit, her lips parted and breathing heavily with unfocused eyes.
I felt the cooling air of the studio against my skin as I looked down at her trembling on the floor.
"Ji-yun, today's news will be something you'll never forget for the rest of your life. The whole nation doesn't know how your voice got wet."
I traced the marks flowing down her cheek with my fingers and rubbed them once more against her lips.
Baek Ji-yun closed her eyes without resistance, or perhaps craving the sensation, and accepted my touch.
The intellectual anchor's pride was now trampled beneath her feet like the crumpled news script on the studio floor.
"Now, I have to go. It's a shame, but I have the next schedule."
Before she could regain her senses, I prepared the space warp once more.
Where should I go this time? The cold beach from the TV variety show? Or the hotel where Jeong Su-bin's traces still hadn't dried?
I left Baek Ji-yun on the cold studio floor and, instead of returning to the studio apartment, turned on my smartphone to set new coordinates.
The clock read 3 PM.
Korea was still drenched in the heat of midday, but on the opposite side of the Earth it was only just sinking into the deep night.
"Good. Let's go a little farther this time. America's midnight now, right?"
My fingers scrolled rapidly through the SNS timeline.
Then they stopped at the account of Emily, the rising star actress in Hollywood who had been the hottest topic lately.
Just turned adult, her doll-like appearance was the opposite of her overwhelming blonde glamour figure that kept men around the world awake at night.
In her recent posts were photos of the Beverly Hills mansion she had just moved into.
An outdoor pool bathed in gentle moonlight and the luxurious interior of the bedroom visible through floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Here should work perfectly."
I enlarged the screen and committed every corner of her bedroom to memory.
The unique sculpture beside the bed, the fluffy texture of the carpet, and the room structure reflected in the mirror from the selfie she had taken herself.
The coordinates were already perfectly reconstructed in my mind as a three-dimensional image.
From the old Korean broadcasting studio to the ultra-luxury mansion in America.
Distance, borders, and the strict security measures meant nothing to me.
"Well, what does Hollywood's fairy look like when she's asleep at night?"
I closed my eyes and imagined the air over the Pacific.
I erased the damp smell of the studio apartment and concretized the exotic perfume and cool California night breeze that would fill Emily's room.
A strange vibration began across my naked body, and the characteristic pressure of space warping tightened around my entire frame.
"Right next to Emily's bed in Beverly Hills, America."
Shuuuung—!
My consciousness blurred, and the molecules that made up my body raced across the continent at the speed of light.
When I opened my eyes again, the Korean midday sun was not what greeted me.
Cool night breeze slipped through the open window, and far outside I heard the rustling of palm leaves.
I stood completely naked right beside Emily's king-size bed, where I had dreamed of the Hollywood star.
On the bed lay Emily in a thin slip, her blonde hair spread out as she slept deeply.
Instead of immediately pouncing on her, I took a moment to look around the room.
Like a Hollywood newcomer star, the room was filled with glamorous dresses and luxury items.
A few-thousand-dollar silk dress casually draped over a chair and expensive jewelry scattered across the vanity.
To me, who had teleported from the opposite side of the Earth, all these luxuries were nothing more than gaudy wrapping paper for decorating the prey.
"Doll-like."
On the bed, Emily was far more sensual than in her SNS photos.
Her body, sleeping in nothing but a thin slip, mixed with blonde hair and created a strange sense of mystery.
The full curves of her breasts swayed gently with each breath, bathed in the moonlight from the window.
I sat at the edge of the bed, smiling coldly while imagining the expression she would make when she realized my presence.
How much time had passed? Emily, sensing the unfamiliar presence, blinked with a short cry.
In that moment her long eyelashes trembled and her blue eyes slowly began to focus.
"Oh my god..."
Before she could scream in shock, I quickly dove behind her, covering her eyes with one hand and her mouth with the other.
"Shh... Quiet, Emily. Screaming makes it no fun."
Her body arched like a bow in the sudden attack, struggling wildly.
Her hot, elastic skin pressed against my naked body through the silk slip.
The rough body heat and heavy pressure of the unfamiliar man sent her gasping roughly, trapped in instinctive fear and the bizarre sense of oppression she had never felt before.
Under my palm, Emily's eyelids fluttered.
The invisible fear sharpened human senses dozens of times more than usual.
I pressed harder on the hand covering her mouth and with my other hand roughly yanked the shoulder strap of the thin silk slip she was wearing.
Crack—!
The expensive silk tore uselessly, and Emily's perfect naked body, praised by Hollywood, was fully exposed beneath the Beverly Hills moonlight.
She twisted in shame at being naked with her eyes covered, but I pressed my hot chest against her back from behind and completely pinned her down.
My arm dug between her armpits and grabbed her bursting, full blonde beauty's breasts.
The elasticity and heavy weight, far beyond what the SNS photos had shown, flooded my palm.
"As expected, the best in Hollywood. Managed very well."
With a sigh mixed with admiration, I roughly twisted and pinched her stiff nipple with my fingertips.
Unexpected intense pain and stimulation hit at the same time, and Emily's waist arched like a bow, her hips firmly pressing against my thighs.
Not stopping there, my hand slid down and roughly dug into the hidden gap covered with golden body hair.
"Huuugh...!"
When my finger plunged deep into the wet entrance, Emily's body jumped up as if electrified.
The unfamiliar man's rough touch and the situation where she had to rely only on her senses in the invisible darkness paralyzed her reason.
Gradually, hot heat began to mix into her breath filled with fear.
The heavy pressure of my hard pillar from behind and the merciless movements of my fingers made her inner walls instinctively throb warmly, welcoming me and tightening.
Her elastic body flushed red wherever my touch reached, unable to hide the female instinct submitting to the pleasure of being violated.
I slowly removed the hand pressing her eyes.
Suddenly, the poured moonlight made Emily squint her eyes, trying to focus.
Finally, her blue eyes facing my face were dyed with shock.
The fact that an Asian man she had never seen before, naked, was raping her in the middle of her bedroom was beyond belief.
"Wait... Who are you? How did you get in here? What is...!"
She blurted out in English non-stop with a panicked expression, but to my ears it was nothing but frantic noise.
The fact that language didn't connect made the situation even more primal and violent.
Her voice trembled, but her body already accustomed to my touch couldn't lie.
Her slightly trembling shoulders and flushed chest proved that she had been conquered separately from her reason.
"No need for words. Just feel."
Instead of answering, I pressed her shoulder and roughly pushed her onto the bed.
Blonde hair scattered across the white sheet, her elastic ass, prized even in Hollywood, rose seductively before my eyes.
Without hesitation, I grabbed her waist tightly and thrust my bursting pillar into her narrow, hot crevice in one breath.
Thud—!
"Oh my god! Stop, no... Ah Aaaaah!"
Emily's scream broke the silence of Beverly Hills.
The deep, elastic interior unique to Western women tightly enveloped my thing.
"Wow, fuck, really different. Amazing."
Growling like a beast, I grabbed her hips as if breaking them and mercilessly thrust her waist.
As the pace continued, her screams gradually turned into moist moans, and she grabbed the bed head tightly, receiving my rough pistoning.
"Ugh ugh, ah good... tight..."
Continuing to thrust and stimulate inside, the fear of the language-impaired unfamiliar man mixed with the mystery of the being that had broken through her thorough security, driving her into strange spiritual ecstasy.
Emily gradually forgot her situation, swaying her hips herself in response to my heavy stimulation from behind, burning hotter and hotter.
The California night air began to be filled with the two of them's sweat, pungent body odor, and the Hollywood star's decayed moans.