The Contest (1)
"Haa...♥ Haa...♥"
One thrust was all it took. Lee Ha-rin's eyes rolled halfway back under a pleasure she had never felt in her life, her whole body trembling as she dragged in heated breaths and failed to pull herself together. With her sensitivity cranked to ten times, this was nothing like ordinary sex.
Was ten times too much?
Watching her shake from head to toe, slick trailing from her pussy, I did wonder for a moment if I'd overdone it. I didn't regret setting her sensitivity to tenfold.
Is this what they mean by a divine pussy?!
I was only holding still inside her, and still the ridges of her walls writhed on their own, clinging tight to my glans and shaft and working me. Worse, as if to prove the cunt had been a virgin's, she clamped down on my entire cock in pulsing squeezes so tight I thought I might melt.
"All right. I'm moving."
I couldn't stay buried like that forever, and my patience was already at its limit. Slowly, I started to move—sensitivity left exactly where it was, at ten times.
"Hnnaaang...♥!!"
I rolled my hips in a slow back-and-forth, both hands tormenting Ha-rin's nipples, then bent down and kissed her again. We kept going with our bodies pressed completely together, the wet sound of it filling the room—slick, slick, slick.
"Haaht...♥!! It feels so—so good...♥!! Harder, harder, oppaaa...♥!!"
Somewhere in the middle of it Ha-rin seemed to have adjusted completely, because she started begging me to go harder first. I'd already been about to pick up the pace, so when she asked, I moved my hips faster, just the way she wanted.
"Pound that cock in hard, you said! I'll do it exactly like you asked!"
Skin slapped skin—smack, smack, smack—and a choked sound tore out of her.
"Oghhhhh—♥♥!!"
How long had I even been fucking her? Her body hit another peak, and her pussy burst, love juices spraying out like a fountain.
She looks wrecked. About time to wrap this up? But if I finish here, I'm out of items, and getting to fuck Ha-rin again won't be easy... Sure, with the System, other women would be simple enough—but she's too good to only take once...
Watching her gush and look physically spent, I felt it on instinct: this was nearing its end. The thought that it might be the last time left me strangely unwilling to let go, and I started turning over how I could keep going with her.
It probably won't work. Still—I should try training her.
I pinched.
"I haven't even come yet. How long are you planning to just lie there!"
"Aaang...♥!! I-I'm sorry...♥!!"
Set on breaking her in, I twisted the stiff nipple of the girl still panting, unable to climb down from her climax, and pinched hard enough to force her back to her senses. Then I drove in again—smack, smack, smack—without giving her a heartbeat to recover.
"So from now on, you gonna keep acting up with me, or not? Answer!"
"Hgk—♥♥!! Okay...♥♥!! I won't act up anymore, so stoppp...♥♥!! If you keep going my pussy's gonna break...♥♥!!"
I gave her no rest. I slammed my cock hard against the mouth of her womb and kept it there. Everything I'd said so far, of course, carried a little personal selfishness.
"From now on, whenever I want it—wherever we are—you spread your legs!"
"I'll spread them anytime...♥♥!! Fill Ha-rin's womb all the way up with oppa's cum...♥♥!!"
As if in answer, her walls clamped down on me far harder than anything I'd felt yet, and the pleasure I'd been holding back crashed over me like a wave.
"Ugh! I'm coming!!"
I didn't fight it. I drove deeper, pressed flush to the entrance of her womb, and poured my semen straight inside her. She wailed through it, and her pussy squirted again in sharp, helpless bursts.
"Hoo... hoo..."
...Fuck, that wore me out.
It was the first time for both of us, and there had been too much to pay attention to. I'd only come once, and I was still wiped.
Still, next time I shouldn't crank her all the way to ten. She burns out too fast.... Unless I get another woman, who knows—but for now I ought to hold it at double.
My body had already recovered, thanks to Marvelous Body, and looking at it I told myself I'd have to show some restraint from here on.
"Haa...♥ Haa...♥ It's warm...♥"
She still hadn't come down from the afterglow, and yet she was rubbing her belly with one hand, a blissful smile on her face.
I was going to stop here and rest. No. I need one more!
There was a strange maternal softness to her, and she was sexy past all reason. It was more than enough to get my cock hard again.
Aroused, I scooped Ha-rin up without a word and threw her onto the bed.
"O-oppa...?!"
Flung onto the mattress, she called out to me with a startled face.
"Sorry. I can't hold it. Just one more time!"
I ignored her, grabbed her hips, pushed my newly rigid cock back into her pussy, and started rocking. This time, mindful of what I'd just decided and of the state she was in, I dropped the intensity from tenfold to double. The wet sounds started up again at once.
"Hwah...♥! Oppaaa...♥! J-just a little...♥! Let me rest...♥! Ang...♥!"
Even at double, Ha-rin's body was already burning so hot that this too seemed more than she could bear, and she begged me to let her rest for a moment. I ignored her and kept moving my hips. Whether she gave up or caught fire again, I couldn't tell—but from some point on she started answering my rhythm.
And so I took her all through the night, until Lee Ha-rin passed out.
Meanwhile—at the very moment Lee Jung-woo was giving Lee Ha-rin her first creampie.
A drama production company counted among the top ten in the country, and the one that had taken on producing this JTBS drama contest.
In a conference room at that Mir Studio, PD Han So-jeong and several staff from the Content Business Division had spent the whole night buried in contest submissions. The judges in particular were enthusiastic—if that was the word—enough to pull aside, as a separate first-round pile, every script they personally found entertaining.
"PD Han, I've emailed you the scripts we sorted into the first cut from everything submitted through today."
"Thank you. Then sometime this morning, send a text and an email to the writers who made the first cut and ask them for additional scripts."
"Yes. Whew... at least the end is finally in sight."
"Tell me about it. At the start there were so many writers just flinging anything in, I wasn't sure we'd finish before the deadline."
"Well... it's a contest that doesn't even ask your name, isn't it? So they sent them in the spirit of if it lands, great, and if not, oh well."
They traded the jokes easily enough. In truth, even though everyone had been checking scripts in real time all through the submission window, they had lived on overtime right up to today's deadline, as regularly as they ate. The first-round sort was what they had ground themselves down to produce.
"But doesn't it feel like the decent scripts are drying up the further we go?"
"That can't be helped. They say we're in a slump for rookie writers these days."
It was true, word for word. Rookie drama writers were in a decline, and this contest made it obvious. Being blind, it had drawn hundreds of scripts, thousands—and what cleared the first round wasn't even ten. Barely eight.
"...Haa. If the people upstairs hadn't made such a point of discovering rookie writers, we could have used established writers or star writers, the way TVL and SAS do."
No one answered.
And around and around we go, right back to established writers and star writers. Production companies and networks keep looking only for them, so a rookie has nowhere to stand.
Han So-jeong thought it, and still she couldn't lay the blame entirely on the companies and the networks. She worked at a production company herself. She had to think about ratings, and she understood all too well the urge to hire a proven writer and play it safe. These days, finding anyone who could actually write something decent was not easy.
She clapped, sharp and bright, trying to lift the sunken mood.
"All right, all right! Once we tidy this up we're done, so let's finish fast and go home!"
"Heh, getting off is the best! Honestly I haven't been home in so long I'm about to forget my own wife's face."
"Hahahaha!"
A soft snort escaped her.
"Yes. Let's wrap this up and clock out."
With the mood back in the room, the corner of Han So-jeong's mouth lifted.
Click. Click.
She was sorting scripts in that recovered atmosphere when her eyes caught one work inside the folder of pieces excluded from the first cut.
The One Forgotten from Memory... They pulled it without even reading it, didn't they.
She hadn't expected anyone would actually submit a revenge thriller to Mir Studio.
After the revenge-thriller dramas Mir Studio had produced the year before last and last year failed back to back, a rumor and a superstition spread through the industry: if Mir Studio made a revenge thriller, it bombed. This was still a business of people dealing with people, and the industry believed in superstition more than it liked to admit. No writer wanted to hand a work to Mir Studio, and after the string of failures, upstairs was pushing other genres instead.
So even if someone submitted a revenge thriller to the contest, the odds of it being selected were next to nothing—and anyone with the slightest interest in the industry knew it.
No way a contest entrant didn't know that.
Han So-jeong was sure of it. A writer who had submitted a script could not possibly be ignorant of a fact like that.
Usually, in a case like this, it's one thing. They think there's no way they themselves get eliminated.
That wasn't it at all. Lee Jung-woo had sent it in with hardly a thought—if it worked out, fine; if not, he'd just enter it somewhere else.
Ha! Arrogant. Fine. Let's see just how entertaining it is.