Filming (10)
It felt like falling.
Like bungee jumping without the cord.
As if I’d simply tied a single rope around both hands and leapt from an impossibly high place.
The terrifying sensation that if even a little sweat slicked my palms or my grip slipped, I would be sucked straight down beneath the surface.
But in this moment, while I was still plummeting toward the ground, I had never felt a more exhilarating sense of liberation.
“Mmm… chuu…”
It didn’t really matter whose tongue was binding mine.
My eyes were closed anyway, so I couldn’t see anything, and all I could smell was the sweet-tart scent of wine.
The alcohol I had forgotten about had already seeped into my mind, slowly paralyzing my brain.
First the muscles.
Then the intellect.
And finally, reason.
I had become a fool who couldn’t move properly, couldn’t think straight, and couldn’t make proper judgments.
All I could do was let the tall, hard man in front of me ravage me as he pleased.
And it wasn’t so bad that I wanted to come to my senses.
He didn’t smell bad.
“Ugh… hah. …Hngh.”
Every time I felt like I was about to suffocate, he would pull his lips away for a moment, open his half-lidded eyes, and then trap my tongue again.
His face, neither too dark nor too bright, was heavily shadowed.
…No matter how I looked at it, he wasn’t handsome.
I didn’t know how he looked through my sister’s eyes, but to someone who had spent years bumping into countless celebrities, he seemed ordinary.
Still, he wasn’t ugly.
He wasn’t hideous enough for me to feel humiliated at the thought of being devoured by a man like him.
He was simply different from me.
While I had lost my mind, his hands naturally grabbed my breasts.
Every hard muscle that pressed against my entire body felt the complete opposite of my own softness.
A man’s body—unfamiliar, alien, without even a trace of femininity.
“…Mmm… chuu… hng…”
Those thick fingers touched my mound and toyed with my clit however they wanted.
I, who had gotten everything I ever wanted from the moment I was born, was now panting and burning up from just a single finger.
A sense of liberation I had never felt even while singing or dancing on a stage packed with an audience.
No schedules. No etiquette. No need to worry about how to fix a mistake.
Unlike those days when I had no time to think about the next lyric or the next choreography and my body simply moved on autopilot.
Right now, I didn’t need to read anyone’s mood. I had become someone even I couldn’t predict.
Whether my toes would curl in the next second or stretch out.
Whether I would get a chance to catch my ragged breath in ten seconds.
There was no need to worry about any of it, because I couldn’t know anyway.
That was what instinct was, after all.
“Ugh, ngh, ngh, ah…! …Haah, haa…”
Kang Juhyuk, who had been mercilessly stabbing my clit, finally released my tongue and gave me back my freedom only after a dull thud sounded.
Then an inexplicable pain slowly crawled up my legs. I clutched my toes and gasped for air.
While I was grimacing at the pain—which was nothing compared to my first time—he suddenly lifted me, spread my legs wide, and walked toward the desk.
“No matter what, kicking the chair like that? You didn’t get hurt, did you?”
“Ah… ah…”
Only now did I properly open my half-lidded eyes. The wheeled chair was pressed right up against the desk.
Even the phone that had been hanging on the wireless charger was tilted at a strange angle from the impact, no longer pointing at me.
Realizing this, he gently set me down on the floor, picked up the phone, pushed the chair toward the door, and laid my upper body across the desk.
“…Hold on tight.”
“Ugh…”
Standing on both feet and bent over the desk, I was pinned beneath him from behind and rendered completely immobile.
My breasts were crushed against the desk, and pain shot through my elbows where they slammed into the hard surface unlike the bed.
He gently stroked my hair, then suddenly yanked it, forcing me upright.
He slid his cock between my ass cheeks, gripped my hips, and continued smearing them with sticky fluids.
“The condoms are over there. Guess I can’t just shove it in raw.”
“Haa… ah, no…”
“Why? Is it a dangerous day?”
“My period… ended just a little while ago…”
His cock, which looked ready to remind me of my first experience at any moment, was twitching. Instinctively sensing danger, I tried to pull my body toward the desk.
But the more I tried to escape, the more he yanked my hips back, rubbing his cock against me. Now he was blatantly teasing the head right against my entrance, mocking me.
The fear that he would really rape me without any protection gripped me, yet I had no real way to resist.
All I could do was shake my ass to avoid his cock.
“…You’re seriously fucking vulgar.”
“Ah!”
Laughing at my refusal, he gave my ass a sharp slap with the hand that had been gripping my hip and pulled away.
Then he hung the phone back in its original position, rummaged around for something, and dropped it onto my back with a light thud.
“I don’t feel like knocking you up yet either, so put it on yourself. …You did pretty well last time.”
“…Yes.”
I reached back to grab the crinkling wrapper stuck to my waist, but dropped it on the floor. I climbed down from the desk, got on all fours, and crawled around searching for the rolling condom.
I barely managed to find it under the desk, tore open the wrapper, and crawled back out. By then he had already pulled the chair over, sat down, and was staring down at me.
While he watched, I rolled the condom onto his cock—which was even harder and stiffer than before.
I bit my lip and stared at him. When he shifted his gaze toward the bed, I obediently walked over, sat down lightly on the edge.
“An idol getting pregnant would be a huge problem, wouldn’t it?”
“…Yes.”
He pulled me back onto his lap, grabbed my wrist, and forced me to wave at the camera. Then, while holding me, he poured out words so vulgar they were downright horrifying.
“Your debut was fifteen years ago? Or was it sixteen? You were already famous when I was playing in the first team. Probably fifteen, right?”
“…Fifteen.”
“Then fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen… This year makes it your fifth year as an idol? The contract’s probably about four years in?”
“…Yes.”
“You’ve only passed the halfway mark. Having a kid now would be a bit much. …Though sex is fine, I suppose.”
“…That’s right.”
Pretending to acknowledge all my hard work until now.
Horrible words meant to gnaw away at my foundation and collapse me.
Yet I couldn’t shake off the hand that stroked my head while he chuckled.
“Yeah. So for the next three years, let’s work hard at deceiving the fans from behind the scenes and relieving some stress. …You worked hard for four years. You deserve to let loose for three, don’t you?”
“…”
“…Anyway, everyone except you is dating and having sex. Right? Hinami too. The girls in the other groups are all the same, aren’t they?”
He wasn’t saying a single thing that was wrong.
In this filthy industry, I had never seen anyone truly clean except for the brand-new rookies.
Even I…
Had become thoroughly soiled.
“If you keep living so rigidly by yourself, you’ll only build up stress. …You need to curse a little, do some bad things, or you’ll end up wanting to kill yourself.”
“…I already know that without you telling me.”
“Really? Then shall we check if you really know?”
While coaxing me with his hands roaming over my body, he grabbed my hips, lifted me, and positioned the cock that had been persistently rubbing against my ass right at my entrance.
But he didn’t push it in.
He simply waited until I accepted it.
“You looked like it hurt like hell earlier. …Scared?”
“…I’m not scared. Of something like this.”
“Then put it in yourself. If you’re really anxious, want me to apply the lube again?”
“…”
I picked up one of the lubricant packets he pointed to at the edge of the bed, tore it open roughly, and squeezed so much gel onto his glans that it made an obscene sound.
…Honestly, it hadn’t even hurt that much.
It had felt electric.
It felt good doing something bad.
It didn’t hurt at all.
Something like this… didn’t scare me one bit…
“Ugh… kgh…”
I slathered the gel on thickly, grabbed his cock with my own hand, and slowly pushed it inside my entrance.
It was much better than before, but the pain still felt like my waist was being torn apart.
My stomach churned and my toes curled. Unable to endure it, I let out a pathetic cry.
“Th-this… eh…?”
He had only swallowed the head.
Before even half of it was in, he pulled me down with him as he fell backward onto the bed.
Then he placed his hand over mine—the one gripping his shallowly buried cock—
And slowly stroked upward, pressing his middle finger firmly against my swollen clit.
“Oh, ohhh… ngh… hooo…”
Like I was losing my mind.
He rubbed my engorged clit relentlessly.
“Ugh, oh, s-stop, hek, ugh…!”
His cock simply stayed lodged inside me.
He tormented my clit until vulgar sounds spilled from my lips.
Only after I begged him to stop did he…
…truly remove only his finger.
Then he gripped my hips like handles once more.
“Haah, ha… ah, ugh, ugh, ugh, stop, please really stop… I’m begging you…”
Thrust. Thrust.
Thuuust. Thrust.
Making wet, sticky sounds as the gel coated my inner walls.
He pounded my shallow depths at a pace that stole my breath.
Watching me throw my head back, he mocked me with a playful grin.
“I stopped, didn’t I? …Tormenting your clit.”
“That’s not—ah, ugh… oh, hoook… oh… ……”
He stabbed the shallow parts of my inner walls countless times.
Only after my vocal cords seemed to give out did he…
“………Ugh, ugh… eu… ugh…….”
Make sure I could never lift my head again.
Slam. Slam.
Hard enough for his balls to slap against my flesh.
He stirred my insides with sticky, deep thrusts.
I didn’t even want to imagine how my pathetic, ruined state would be recorded.
…Obviously.
My face probably wouldn’t even be visible.
