Beautiful World — 1.5 Times Better Than Hyeon-ju?
The novel’s setting is a parallel-dimension Earth.
[Ahn Jeongeun’s POV]
This was my first commercial feature, and I wanted perfection in every single aspect.
I had never been particularly attached to my virginity anyway, so I had volunteered for the sex myself—to learn the exact expression and psychology of a woman being broken in by that monstrous cock of his.
Wow… he really does look like a thug.
Not the flashy gangster type, and not some pathetic neighborhood bum either. He carried the raw, sharp-edged air of a genuine punk as he closed in on me.
I swallowed the admiration and fired back the lines he threw at me, slipping deeper into the performance. I had done theater myself; I could act well enough. Through the back-and-forth dialogue the role of Jeong-eun—me, about to be raped—was being locked into place, concrete and specific.
An office girl. A whore who sold her body. A woman who had rejected the confession of the man standing in front of her. That was why I had been dragged into this motel room with my clothes already torn.
At some point my colleague Dahyun had vanished, and through the dialogue I learned she had already become this man’s personal meat toilet. Imagining the real, lively Dahyun reduced to that made the terror spike even higher, so I deliberately made my body tremble.
Huh?! What the hell is that…
I had already seen the soft, dangling thing, but the moment he started stroking it and it swelled to full erection, the air left my lungs.
Thirty-three centimeters. Hearing the number had never made the scale real. Now, looking at the thick veins ridging that weapon right in front of my eyes, pure female terror flooded me.
I shoved my head under the blanket and tried to gauge the size of my own pussy. Absolutely impossible… impossible. But Hye-yun, Hye-rim unnie, and Hyeon-jin unnie had all taken that thing, hadn’t they? So maybe it wasn’t impossible?
Reason and emotion were locked in a vicious war inside me.
“Heh… first time seeing something like this?”
He grinned with pure malice and yanked the blanket toward him.
The thought of actually being impaled on that thing made the pain unimaginable; I clung to the blanket and fought. Once it was gone I would have no choice but to be raped by it.
I have to endure. I have a movie to shoot…
“Let go!!! No. That won’t fit.”
I meant every word.
Even the soft version had looked like it might not fit. This? The glans alone was the size of a small apple—how the hell…
“Women give birth to children.”
True… three women have already taken that…
I still tried to hold the blanket, but his strength was nothing ordinary. On film sets I had felt the raw power of big grips handling jibs, lights, and cameras, and the martial-arts directors. Kim Ian’s strength was on another level—overwhelming, impossible to resist.
“Shall we begin, our Jeong-eun?”
The voice that slid into my ear was so lewd it made my skin crawl. Even his tone had shifted; it struck with perfect clarity and raised goosebumps all over my body. I wanted to hear how it would sound on camera. But the fear rising from deep inside me was already making my whole body shake for real.
“I don’t want!!!!”
The blanket was already gone. I curled into the tightest ball I could, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, forehead pressed to my knees, holding on with everything I had.
Then his hand closed around my ankle.
The brutal force was impossible to fight. The crushing grip of his fingers on the bone was pure agony.
This is too unrealistic. Opening someone’s legs with grip strength alone? I can’t put this in the film… cut it… but it hurts so much…
“Kya… it hurts… let go… please…”
He’s too strong. Not just showy muscle—real power…
“Quietly spread them.”
He spoke in a near-whisper, yet every syllable drove straight into my ear like a nail. The pain climbing from my ankle and the terror in that voice were enough to shatter my mind.
My legs were being dragged open; even as I was pulled down the bed I kept covering my pussy and breasts, still resisting.
Then the voice came.
The moment I heard it, a fear I had never experienced in my life blanked my mind and my hands fell away on their own.
“Hands off. Unless you want your wrists crushed too?”
It wasn’t the words. The casual, mocking tone from before was gone. This was a low, heavy roar that punched straight through the eardrums—like listening to a tiger’s roar.
What… those eyes… that voice…
“Hhk…”
I was terrified. Completely.
And at the same time, the director in me started hungering: if even half of that gaze and that voice could be captured on screen, the audience would understand exactly the terror the lead was feeling.
Even half of that… and the audience will feel every bit of the fear the heroine feels…
In the Three Kingdoms world, clear transmission of orders was everything. Techniques for delivering precise commands even in the middle of chaotic melee had been refined for centuries. The lion’s roar ability I was using now was one of them. I had modified it a little, but the instant the air itself vibrated and my will slammed into her, she whimpered and dropped her hands.
I put on the full performance—eyebrows raised, brows knitted in heavy irritation—then seized her thighs and dragged her body against mine.
“Hhk… no. Even if I’m a whore who sells her body… that won’t go in. I said no…”
“No? You’ll be begging for my cock soon enough. Heh…”
My balls pressed against her pussy.
She was still acting, so I kept the lewd tone going. The moment the shaft of my cock touched her outer lips, I froze and stared at her.
This… this felt like a Myeong-gi on the level of Hyeon-ju or higher.
The B-cup breasts didn’t do much for me, and the thick bush didn’t either. But the pressure of those outer lips clamping down was extraordinary.
“Ohh… so you’re a Myeong-gi, huh? The way your outer lips are chewing on my cock feels damn good.”
“…”
She just stared, unable to fire back a line, looking like she had no idea what I was talking about. I smirked. She was supposedly a virgin; how would she know whether she was a Myeong-gi or not? Looking at that dazed face I briefly considered adding her to the harem, but a strong wave of resistance hit me.
Why?
By now Jini should have spoken up, yet she stayed completely silent. I couldn’t figure out where the rejection was coming from.
Sigh. If you put Director Ahn Jeongeun into the harem, there will be serious backlash later. Preferential-treatment scandals. She’s already widely rumored to only look after the Dongra University line. If she starts favoring her husband and the harem women on top of that… so later. Later, when the world is thrown into chaos, then bring her in. And please get into the habit of thinking these things through on your own.
Ah… yes. Thank you.
“Now I get why the clients who taste you once always ask for you by name… heh. From now on you’ll be my personal meat toilet, though…”
“No… please… I’m begging you. I’ll take you as a client. Just let me go for now. Don’t rape me. Please…”
She pressed her hands together and begged desperately. Part of the act. The shock of the massive cock must have settled a little; her performance was flowing more naturally now.
“Shut up!!! Do you have any idea how humiliated I felt getting rejected by a whore?! I’m going to fuck you right now, break you in, and spread the video all over the internet. You should feel humiliated too… right?”
I pointed at the camera. She glanced at it, flinched on cue, then went back to begging frantically.
“Please!!! Not that. Please… if that gets out I’ll die!!!”
“Well, once the whole country knows you’re a whore and the sex tape is circulating, you won’t be able to show your face. Don’t worry—I’ll get you plastic surgery and keep you myself. Heh… why would I let a Myeong-gi like this die…”
I closed my eyes and savored the way her outer lips kept chewing on the shaft, letting the lewd laughter keep rolling. She shed tears and finally turned her head away.
I pulled my hips back, gripped my cock, and used the tip of the glans to part the folds until it sat right against her entrance. The outer lips and inner lips both clamped down hard.
Crazy… it’s real. Looking at this squeezing pressure, almost 1.5 times? There was a Myeong-gi like this?
Yes. She is the woman with the highest Myeong-gi level on the entire planet. Myeong-gi Level 10. She also possesses Film Director talent at Level 11. The Constellation says that if you choose the Myeong-gi, it will transplant this same Myeong-gi into every woman—including all of your bitches. From now on it will also be installed as the default. What is your decision?
Whoa… Director Level 11? She’d become that big a director?
Her scenarios were trash, but if she ever got a proper one she had the talent to rise into the ranks of true masters. I had no plans to shoot movies myself, so of course I chose the Myeong-gi.
Yes. I choose the Myeong-gi.
When you ejaculate and the partner climaxes, you will acquire Myeong-gi Level 10. Your stamina level will rise, so carefully set the degree of pain-to-pleasure conversion. Do not let her cling too desperately. Application to the other women will proceed on the same one-year interval as before.
“Your mouth says no, but your pussy is chewing on my cock like a madwoman begging for it. You feel it too, right? It’s mumbling ‘Please give me cock!!!’… heh heh.”
“That’s not true!!!!!”
Her face flushed deep red as she shouted. This time it didn’t sound like acting; real shame was thick in Ahn Jeongeun’s own voice. I couldn’t help smirking.
“What’s not true? Look here.”
I lifted the area around her pussy so she could see. It was soaked with love juice. The outer and inner lips had been chewing and preparing lubrication the whole time; the fluid was dripping. When I showed it to her she stared blankly for a second, then whipped her head away.
“Ian-ssi. Let’s stop the Myeong-gi talk… please.”
“Huh? …Ah, yes. But Director, you really are a Myeong-gi. Beyond imagination… most guys would be in pain the second they put it in.”
“D-don’t talk about that. Seorim… no, the lead won’t be a Myeong-gi, so cut that part.”
“Yes.”
She suddenly turned her head and ordered me to drop the subject. She looked genuinely embarrassed. Why did that make her look so cute?
I wanted to tease her more, but she cut me off cleanly.
“Then let’s start for real now. It’s going to hurt a lot. Should we stop?”
“Th-that… Hye-yun-ssi and Hye-rim unnie and Hyeon-jin unnie all took this, right?”
“Yes… they did.”
“And later they ended up liking it?”
Of course those three hadn’t been given pain, so I couldn’t say for sure, but in the Three Kingdoms world Lee Jin, Han Ju-ae, and Kim Ji-yeon had all endured the pain of this cock and still found pleasure.
“Yes… they did… though it takes a while.”
“Hmm… if we’re going to shoot the scene of Dahyun loving it on top of your cock, we should tame her in advance.”
She started to get up, so I pulled back.
“Just a moment—I need to make a call. Wait right there. We’ll pick up from this position.”
She took her phone from the bag on the table and disappeared into the bathroom.
I sat there blankly replaying her words.
Is she seriously calling Song Dahyun? For real?
I stared at the bathroom door and pictured Song Dahyun’s face.
The sudden thought that I was supposed to go to the new house today made me send Emily a text. The reply came instantly. I stared at it for a moment, thinking.