Beautiful World

* The novel's setting is a parallel-dimension Earth.

After stashing the script, the sheet music, and the USB drive in the safe in Hyerim's office under a staffer's guidance, I hurried into the agency conference room — and walked straight into a disaster.

I'd played along once I saw which way the conversation was heading, of course, but I genuinely had not expected her to demand an inspection of my naked body on the spot.

It had been humiliating at first. But as I watched the female director bustle ahead of me, I couldn't detect so much as a flicker of lust in her eyes.

Weird. So women like this actually exist…

Faced with my massive cock, she showed neither fear nor heat — just a blank, thoughtful stare. It was strangely refreshing.

She was pretty enough, in her way, but the idea of dragging her into the harem left me vaguely uneasy.

If she clung to me, maybe… but if she keeps coming around, I could just keep her as a fuck buddy?

Even with Pleasure Off active, most women would eventually submit once they adapted. Looking at her ego, though, I had a feeling she wouldn't. The hunch that she'd become the kind of sex partner who only dropped by when she felt like fucking — that, too, felt novel. So I trailed after her, performing embarrassment as I went.

She paid for the hotel herself and made straight for the room. Following her inside, my thoughts ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠deepened.

It's because of Hye-yun, but I really am acting, aren't I?

Aspiring actors everywhere would have been furious to hear it, but the truth was I'd never had the slightest interest in this line of work. Becoming an actor had never crossed my mind — and right now, in this moment, I was still a little stunned.

Not that I hated it. The talent might have been manufactured, but the alien thrill of becoming someone else when I performed was electric, and watching the women around me gape in shock was pure entertainment.

So this is how terrifying talent can be.

Without talent, would acting have been fun at all? Whatever the job, talent made everything flow — made the work itself feel like play. Without it, the results would never match the effort, and other people's monstrous gifts would only make you shrink.

The hotel room door locked behind us. She shrugged off her coat, sat at the table, pulled out a sheet of A4 paper, and started writing.

"Sit there for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a minute."

"Yes."

Still not a trace of sexual desire from her. Watching that expression, I almost felt absurd.

Is this how porn actors are? When sex is just a job, do they end up with no libido at all…?

Sex out of duty, with no desire? Was that what prostitutes and porn actresses were like? The thought crossed my mind precisely because she radiated zero lust.

I sat across from her and watched her work, coat discarded, utterly absorbed. Behind her glasses her eyes looked even larger — startlingly clear. And whatever she was writing had her smiling as the pen flew across the page.

A Beautiful World, huh.

I'd only seen two scenes so far, plus a rough rundown from Hyeon-jin and Hyerim. Plenty of rough edges, but for the current Korean industry it was a solidly built scenario.

I was still turning that over when my pants pocket buzzed. I pulled out my phone; the external display showed Hyeon-ju's name.

Jeong-eun was deep in concentration, so I slipped carefully out into the living area of the suite and took the call.

Something wasn't going smoothly. Even with Chaehyang in play, a schedule slipping was hard to square at first glance — tangled logistics, maybe, or something else entirely.

Her voice had sounded drained, but I didn't press for details.

The call ended. I walked to the sink and splashed cold water over my face.

A thin edge of tension rose. This wasn't selling my body — I would have refused that outright. But the director wanted to feel what it was like to be broken in by a massive cock. What was I supposed to do?

There was no lust in her eyes. Only curiosity, fixed on my cock.

I doused myself with cold water again and pulled myself together.

Sex as work?

The feeling was alien. I didn't have endless experience, but sex with a director — and sex on a film set — was, in a sense, labor. Especially the real-penetration scenes in the movie, where I'd have to perform as someone who wasn't me.

When I came back out, loose pages of the scenario were waiting on the seat I'd left. I picked them up. Scene 12: the lead being raped by Muhyeok.

"Hm?"

"That's your job for today. Rape me the way the scene goes. Even if I tell you to stop, you do not stop. Not for anything."

"What? …Are you sure you're okay with that? I've heard it's incredibly painful."

"…It's fine. And later I do get broken in, right?"

"Yes…"

She pulled a home camcorder from the bag she'd brought, set it up beside the bed, and hit record. Then she turned back with an apologetic look.

"Filming's okay, right?"

"Yes. But why?"

"For reference. So I can see how I change. I need that to write it into the scenario."

"Ah. Reference…"

She nodded. Then, as if something else had occurred to her, she leaned in close again.

"And when you rape me from now on, you don't have to act the scene. You don't need the dialogue. Just do whatever you'd actually do if you were raping a woman. While I'm revising the scenario, I'll rewrite it to fit you."

"Rape…?"

What the hell did this woman take me for?

True, I'd raped Han Ju-ae. I'd blackmailed Lee Yun-hui and Kim Ji-yeon into something close to rape as well. But dragging someone by the hair and forcing them was different — so I layered on the acting and gave her a wounded look.

"Yes. Rape. Imagine the woman you want most — the one you fell for at first sight — ignored you, and you're going to make her yours."

"Th… yes."

I nodded reluctantly.

She tilted her head, unsatisfied, and took another step closer.

"Who's your favorite actress?"

My favorite was Go Hyerim. But she was already my wife. So I named the rookie I liked next.

"Song Dahyun."

"Song Dahyun? Hohoho. Fine. Think of me as Song Dahyun. If we get a good scenario out of today, I'll add another role for you — a corrupted woman already broken in by you. I can add another scene, too. One that shows your particular tastes."

"What? …Is that even possible?"

Director or not — would any woman actually take a part like that just because she was told to? I couldn't wrap my head around it, and my shock was genuine when I asked again.

"Yes. Dahyun contacted the agency saying she wanted the lead. I turned her down because she looks too young. Adding one more supporting role, though — that's easy."

"…Holy hell…"

I nodded before I could stop myself.

She smirked, climbed onto the bed, and started undressing — turning her back, as if even she felt some shame.

"We'll say the clothes are already torn off and all of that is done. This is a cheap motel room… and somehow you've dragged me onto the bed. I'll resist as hard as I can. You force your way in and fuck me. Like a wild horse. Like a thug. You need to fuck me in a brutal style."

"Yes."

"But can you actually do it? From what Hye-yun and Unnie Hyerim said, you sound like a pretty gentle type."

"What? …I'll try. But how does Unnie Hyerim…"

"You can tell just by looking. Hyeon-jin Unnie is your woman too, right?"

She asked with a face that already knew everything. I nodded.

She gave a short laugh and peeled off her top, her bare back fully exposed.

Gentle type, though?

If not causing pain counted as gentle, maybe. I'd always thought of myself as pretty hardcore in bed.

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I started picturing the hardcore moves her request demanded.

"So I just need to act like a thug and show possessiveness, right?"

"Yeah. Do it your way first. Whether it goes into the script is for me to decide."

Dry delivery. Even with sex imminent, she showed no agitation at all.

Once she was naked, she wrapped herself in the blanket, retreated to the far end of the bed, and bound herself up tight. Glasses set aside, she began performing a trembling fear.

"Hey. Jeong-eun, you little bitch — you're rejecting me? You filthy whore."

I stripped off my dress shirt as I closed in.

A flicker of admiration crossed her face. I'd reshaped my features with acting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into something thoroughly vicious, pure possessiveness written across them — and that was what had impressed her.

"Let me go. I'm calling the police."

I still didn't have a clean setup for the Jeong-eun in front of me, so I invented her situation on the fly and spat it out.

"You're a call girl. A body-selling bitch. And a bitch like you is turning me down, you fucking whore?"

"…Even if I sell my body, who I like is my choice. No matter what I do for money, this is rape. Let me go."

I shoved my pants down and yanked off my underwear in a rush.

My massive cock sprang free. Her eyes locked onto it and began to shake hard.

"Th-that… that's what I hated. That's why I turned you down when you came as a client."

"Heh… this cock? Once you're broken in, you'll live for nothing else. Think about your coworker Dahyun. I turned her into a meat toilet. Heh… you need to become my personal meat toilet just like her, don't you?"

"No!!! A meat toilet…"

I reached down and worked my cock in my hand. The pulse of it swelling to full hardness was immediate — thick, heavy throbs. When I let go, the shaft slapped against my stomach.

Jeong-eun's eyes went huge. For a moment she just stared, dazed, then swallowed hard.

Real fear started to frost over her gaze. She peeked once under the blanket, and her eyes were trembling violently.

"Heh… never seen one like this before?"

I grabbed the blanket and yanked.

She held on.

"Let go!!! No. That won't fit."

"Women give birth to kids. What do you mean it won't fit."

My strength was more than an ordinary woman could resist. Her arms shook, and then the blanket was mine. I flung it aside.

I walked toward Jeong-eun, who was curled up against the head of the bed, and planted myself right in front of her, looking down.

"Shall we get started, our little Jeong-eun?"

"No!!!!"

It no longer sounded like acting. Real terror was bleeding through.

But she made no move to run — so she meant to see it through to the end.

Hmm… so her career as a film director matters more to her than herself as a woman?

I seized her ankle where she crouched. She thrashed and fought. I tightened my grip by degrees, and she screamed outright.

"Kya— that hurts— let go… please."

"Quietly spread your legs. Then it won't hurt like this."

I grinned — a vicious, ugly smile — and brought my face in close. She flinched and tried to curl tighter, but the force in my hand only increased.

Inch by inch, her body was dragged toward me. She twisted her upper body away, one hand covering the thick thatch of her pussy, the other shielding her breasts.

I dropped my voice into a low, rumbling growl.

"Move your hands. Unless you want those wrists shattered too."

"…Hhk…"