The Filming (9)
The reason Seo Jia had broken down this badly was simple. She didn't know that one person couldn't satisfy everyone. Being famous was enough to earn someone's malice. If you're ugly, they curse you for being ugly. If you're pretty, they hit you with jealousy for being pretty. So she must've lost it over a few nasty comments and dug up a secret account. I can understand how she felt. I had my own headaches right after the articles dropped too. But unlike me, Seo Jia was too young and fragile to endure it. Hinami might've brushed something like this off without a second thought, but Seo Jia was far too stiff for that. Even if she looked overwhelmingly confident on the outside, it would've been hard to keep her sanity while listening to people full of nothing but slimy malice hiding behind the mask of anonymity. So she strayed from the path for a while. A woman who had lived straighter than anyone else had tasted the thrill of deviating. It was the same as someone who'd never even tried sugar suddenly putting a sweet dessert in their mouth. In that case, she would've broken down even if I'd left her alone. …So it shouldn't be a problem if I decided the direction of her fall.
“Ugh…, hnn…” I pulled my cock out of her flushed pussy, peeled off the swollen condom, tied it off, and placed it on her stomach. After capturing one last shot of Seo Jia with her head turned to the side, panting, I stopped the recording and started it again. How much would this video be worth? Her agency was valued at around a trillion won, so if this leaked, their stock would drop at least five percent—that's about fifty billion won. A single tabloid article had burned for two days, so real evidence would probably burn for two weeks. The more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. Even if I coated my shoulder in titanium and threw 160 km/h fastballs for the rest of my life, I'd never make five hundred billion. All for one fuck.
“Haa… haa…” Seo Jia lay sprawled on the bed, covering her eyes with her forearm and letting out pained breaths. Her eyes and pussy were both bloodshot. It might've looked pitiful, but I no longer felt any pity for her. Instead, I was curious. How far would she fall? How far could I push her? If possible, breaking her into the form her fans would like most would be a kind of courtesy. Of course, those “fans” weren't the ones who genuinely liked Seo Jia and bought her albums and merch. I meant the ones who had defended her during the last scandal, saying she might be dating, while sneakily sexualizing her. When you think about it, they were fans too, right? If she walked down the street and greeted them first, they'd probably ask for an autograph.
“Get up.”
“Kehk…. eup…, eup…” I grabbed Seo Jia's hair as she lay collapsed, forced her upright, and roughly wiped the tears from her eyes. I filmed her swollen, reddened eye area for a moment, then shoved my spent cock into her mouth without giving her time to gather herself, making her spit out the remaining cum. It was a boring blowjob with no tongue work, and when her teeth touched me, I gripped her hair harder. Only then did she seem to come to her senses and desperately pulled her teeth away. I recorded her licking my cock with a pitiful, struggling expression before finally pulling my now-clean cock from her mouth.
“Kek…, heek…, heh…”
“I didn't even fuck you that deep. Why are you struggling so much?” After she spat it out, I picked up her sobbing body and sat her on the edge of the bed. Then I placed my phone on the wireless charger on the desk, angled the lens toward the bed, and fixed the camera in place. Once I confirmed the focus was good, I sat beside Seo Jia and pressed her body down against my lower half. Her head, which had fallen into my crotch, I lifted and made her lean against my chest, then turned her face toward the camera.
“You kept posting such lewd photos, so I took some for you instead. Aren't you going to say thank you?”
“…”
“Guess you don't even have the energy to answer.”
“Euk…, uk…, th-thank youuu…”
She had been staring blankly at the camera lens, frozen, but when I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pinched her nipple hard, she finally snapped out of it and bowed her head in greeting. Now that she seemed capable of conversation again, I released her nipple, stroked her hair, and leaned down to whisper one more thing.
“Your fan service is seriously lacking. Do you half-ass it on stage too?”
“H-ha, no, that's not… true…”
“You were quick to insult fans on your secret account. You just don't want to do real fan service?”
“What do you… I mean. That has nothing to do with fans…”
“Why? …They're not Seo Jia's fans, but the weird followers who buy pictures of your tits on Twitter are still fans. You should do it properly.”
Not Seo Jia's fans, but the anonymous Twitter users, tentatively called @asdfasdf's fans. The account she'd used before was deleted, so it didn't matter anyway. Accounts could always be made again, so the ID itself wasn't important. The account I was DMing right now would gather plenty of fans the moment I made it public. What mattered was that even without the idol label, she was a woman who attracted followers. She might not match the visual top-tier status of third-generation idols, but a woman over 170 cm with wide hips, big breasts, and clean skin was bound to draw a certain level of attention.
“Come on, greet them. …You were going to post it yourself anyway, right? To stir up more aggro. Then you'd laugh while watching brainless bastards like me flood your DMs. That won't do. They're all your fans. Greet them politely.”
“…H-hello…”
I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to bow toward the camera, making her greet people whose faces and names she didn't know—more politely and honestly than ever. The only thing covering her was a single black T-shirt.
“Good. Now tell them what you just did.”
“What…?”
“Tell them exactly what you just did with me. You stupid bitch.”
Even that passed with a single gesture from me. With her breasts fully exposed, she was about to reveal to all her fans just how firm and elastic they felt.
“S-sex…”
“Just sex?”
“…My first… sex…”
Words that shouldn't come from “Seo Jia's” mouth, but could come from the mouth of @zxcvzcxv, whose real name no one knew.
“How big are your breasts?”
“…”
“What cup size is your bra?”
“…D-cup.”
“Don't lie. I felt them myself.”
“E…cup. eut…”
Treated worse than a whore. Her nipples sucked until they were stiff, teeth marks left behind.
“Right. …So how does it feel to get fucked by someone like me while carrying around E-cup tits?”
“…It hurts.”
“Is your heart hurting, or your body?”
“My stomach…”
I stroked her stomach as she sobbed pitifully, then lifted her onto my lap. After pulling off the T-shirt still draped over her upper chest, I crudely sucked on her ear.
“Ugh…”
“…Don't cover your face.”
I grabbed her hand as she instinctively tried to cover her face, forcing her to stare straight at the camera.
“Tell them with your own mouth what kind of woman you are.”
“…”
So she could show others the vicious expression she'd shown me. I kept wiping her swollen, reddened eyes.
“…If you don't want to talk, just stay quiet. Well, if you shut up, it'll be easier for me to shove my cock in.”
“…”
I pushed my fingers between her clenched lips, forcing a smile, then pulled the corners of her mouth down, shaping her expression into the one I'd seen most often.
“9, 8, 7…”
“I-I…”
Only after I finished the countdown did she spit out my fingers and open her mouth.
“I-I…”
Her whole body trembled as she stammered in a voice far from an idol's polished diction.
“Just… just because of those fucking bastards…”
“Who are those fucking bastards?”
She began to slowly vomit up the irritation and stress she'd been holding inside.
“They don't even date me, but they act like lunatics. Crazy… motherfuckers…”
“Do you think people will believe you when you say you didn't date while doing this?”
“This is just…”
She held the contradictory words in her mouth, panting as she hesitated.
“…Fuck. Those idiots. Because of you all, I…!”
Finally, it burst out.
“Because of those fucking bastards… it was disgusting. I can't have scandals? All this time, how much I…”
Even while rambling, she was more honest than ever.
“Haak…. Ugh. Even what Hinami did, why do I have to…!”
“…If you're that wronged, just do it.”
“…”
I licked the woman who had been pouring out her grievances, slowly stroking her trembling body.
“Just throw it all away. …Isn't it less unfair to get cursed at after doing it than to get cursed at without doing it?”
“…”
I covered her mouth, filled with all kinds of emotions.
“…eup, chu… eup…”
…I made her pour out the stress that had built up. Unlike before. Without any coercion or oppression. So that she herself could enjoy looking at the camera watching her.