Chapter 112
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Choi Da-yeon Comes to See Bitch Kang Seo-yoon
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Right after waking up in the morning, everyone sprang into action.
Today’s shoot wrapped up with the morning luck-draw game.
But complaints erupted from the cast.
“What? Only one out of six gets to eat a proper meal!?”
“Do you think that makes any sense?!”
“Hey, it’s camping. The rest have to make their own...”
Even Go Nan-young was fumbling for words. Of course, it was all part of the concept.
“Min-seong! Maknae Writer!”
“Yeah! You say something. What do you think as a writer!?”
“It’s camping, so they have to eat what they make. Obviously.”
“Then join the luck draw yourself!”
“Yeah! You too! And make it two people! PD! Deal?”
Go Nan-young let out a defeated laugh.
“Min-seong calls it.”
That bastard.
But hey, getting face time on TV wasn’t bad.
“Got it. I’ll do it.”
“Great!”
And so, two people headed off to a restaurant through the luck-draw game.
Of the remaining five, two prepped the meal while three rested.
“Min-seong, pass the soy sauce?”
“Sure thing, hyung!”
“Min-seong, where’s the salt?”
“Right here!”
“Min-seong, we’re low on water. Mind fetching some?”
The staff started chuckling at how they were deliberately bossing me around.
A good on-site vibe always made for fun footage.
The chemistry between cast and staff was a big hit for this show, so Go Nan-young watched with genuine satisfaction.
But once shooting wrapped, sure enough, Go Nan-young unleashed his nagging.
“You need to trip a bit when running around, stumble here and there. Don’t you have any sense? Any sense at all?”
His personality never changed.
“Min-seong isn’t even a cast member. Does he really need to go that far?”
Kang Seo-yoon jumped in to cover for me.
“Wouldn’t it be fun if he showed up entertainingly?”
“Min-seong’s a writer, PD.”
“Ah, right. Got it. But... Kang Writer, you’ve been taking good care of Min-seong lately?”
“He’s on my team.”
“...”
Go Nan-young turned away with a sour look.
Kang Seo-yoon glanced at me, her lips curling up smugly.
Like, I did good, right?
“You deserve an award.”
“If it’s a reward instead of punishment, I’m expecting big things.”
“Maybe?”
I’d already promised to show Choi Da-yeon me fucking Kang Seo-yoon anyway.
Kang Hyun-soo watched us from afar.
Did he have something to say?
After the shoot, we moved to a nearby restaurant for drinks.
I locked eyes with Kang Hyun-soo a few times there, but we didn’t talk.
What was his deal?
The moment I got to the office, a text came from Choi Da-yeon.
-My office. Now.
Her tone was just like Kang Seo-yoon’s.
I went anyway.
“Why’d you call me?”
“When the hell are you gonna show me?”
“It’s only been a few days. Why are you rushing me? I’m busy too.”
“You’re not scheming something with Seo-yoon, are you?”
“We’re not.”
“Fine. I guess that’s unlikely. But have you fucked her since then?”
“Yeah, I did. She ate something bad that day.”
“...You crazy fuck. Watch that loose mouth of yours.”
“Sorry.”
“Hah. If you say shit like that anywhere else, I’ll kill you.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t have the guts. But PD...”
“What.”
“Have you ever thought back to that day I railed you?”
“You keep crossing the line, you bastard! Are you insane!?”
“No, I just... You keep pushing me to show you me fucking Kang Writer, so I wondered.”
“No! As if I’d think that!”
She was flustered—kinda cute.
“Good thing. I was worried you might be hoping for it. I’m not really into that anyway.”
“You fucking prick! Why would I hope for something like that from you!?”
I activated the basic Conviction Ability.
“I figured your pride took a hit when I said you tasted worse than Kang Seo-yoon. Thought you might want a rematch to prove yourself.”
“Ah... You think I’d have thoughts like that?”
Low D-grade, so the effect was weak.
But the success message meant...
Her pride’s definitely bruised.
Time would handle the rest.
“Sorry. I’ll head out.”
I bolted from the room.
She reacted perfectly to the jab.
Seeing Choi Da-yeon again made me itch to grope that hot body of hers.
“Time to prepare.”
“Long time no see. Come on in.”
There was the house where I’d lived with my father since I was a kid.
Dad was overseas now, so it sat empty.
The cleaning lady came once a week, keeping it spotless.
“Everything’s the same.”
A two-story place with a yard.
Dad bought it after making bank.
I moved out the day I got into college, claiming independence.
I’d convinced him it made sense now that I was an adult.
It was too far from work to move back.
“Bed’s sturdy. Not much prep needed.”
Still, I had to set it up right for Choi Da-yeon.
Bought a few cameras and mounted them in the master bedroom.
Set up three monitors in another room, linked to the cams.
Multiple angles for full viewing.
Could record and send video, but live was way more thrilling.
Two days later, I went to Choi Da-yeon.
“Tomorrow’s our day off, right? Both me and Kang Writer. I’ll show you tonight. Come to the address I sent by 7.”
“What should I bring?”
“Just watch. Don’t get any ideas.”
“I’m not expecting shit!”
Teasing her was fun.
Told Kang Seo-yoon too—come to the address by 8.
Clocked out early, headed to Dad’s, finished setup.
Choi Da-yeon arrived soon after and gawked at the house.
“What’s this place?”
“My dad’s house. He’s overseas, so it’s empty.”
“You lived pretty well, huh?”
“Yeah. Come in.”
“Excuse me.”
“You dressed up nice today.”
A black one-piece hugged her curves, plunging neckline dizzying.
“Not to impress you.”
“Who said that? Just a compliment.”
“...”
The slip dress exposed her shoulders, accentuated her waist—suited her perfectly.
Dressed like that, her body was straight fire.
“Dinner?”
“Not yet.”
“Hang on a sec.”
“You’re feeding me?”
“Yeah. You’ll be watching all night—gotta fuel up.”
“...All night?”
“Told you. Ten times. Till dawn. Oh, you can leave whenever.”
“Why do guys bluff so much?”
“See for yourself if it’s a bluff.”
“...”
Choi Da-yeon sat at the table, pondering.
“Dig in.”
“Thanks.”
Whipped up simple onigiri with tuna, cucumber, carrot, veggies.
“Have one now, another if you’re hungry later.”
“Cocky much? Overly so.”
I just smiled.
“You not eating?”
“Waiting for Kang Writer.”
“Hmph. Taking good care of your bitch.”
“Who else would the owner take care of?”
Belly full, Choi Da-yeon stood.
“What’s the plan?”
“Follow me.”
Two small rooms next to the master—I led her to one.
“Sit here and watch the monitors.”
“...”
“Three monitors—multiple angles.”
One cam at the headboard.
One on the opposite wall.
One on the side.
Full view of Kang Seo-yoon’s face, expressions, every move.
“Oh, right. Hand over your phone first.”
“What? Why?”
“Can’t have you saving anything.”
“I won’t.”
“Hand it over.”
“I said I won’t!”
“Wanna leave then?”
“...”
“Come on.”
She finally handed it over.
“You’ve got another. That too.”
“...Tch.”
Powered both off, stashed in the master.
“Now you can’t even leave at dawn.”
“Get ‘em back tomorrow.”
“What if an important call comes?”
“Not my problem.”
“Tyrant.”
“So many complaints. Wanna go?”
“...”
“Kang Writer’s almost here. Get in. Oh, grab your shoes at the entrance.”
She gathered her stuff and shuffled back to the room.
“Warning: no entering the master.”
“I won’t.”
“I’ll trust you on that.”
Ding-dong—
Perfect timing.
“Bathroom’s next door—use quietly if needed.”
“I got it.”
“Enjoy the show.”
“Hmph.”
Closed the door and went to greet Kang Seo-yoon.
“What’s this? Whose house?”
“My dad’s.”
Quick rundown, then onigiri together.
“Should’ve told me about this place.”
“Why?”
“No prying eyes here...”
“So you can get fucked freely?”
“Yeah. A few writers know my place—worried about that.”
“We’ll use it often then.”
“Hehe. Nice.”
“Done eating? Shall we?”
“Yesss, master~”
Our kitchen chat carried to Choi Da-yeon.
Kang Seo-yoon entered the master, grinning at the king bed.
“Waterproof sheets?”
“Yeah. Specially laid for you—since you squirt like crazy.”
“Your dick’s just that good.”
Grinning, she slowly stripped.
Basic oversized tee and long pants.
Underneath? A surprise.
“What do you think? Prepared special.”
“Whoa, garter belt?”
“Huh? Yeah. Bought it just for this. Sexy, right?”
“Fucking hot.”
Dead serious.
Red garter belt with black stockings—devastating combo.
“Good call prepping.”
She stuck out her tongue playfully, smiling.
“Not all yet?”
“Nope?”
She adjusted her tits—rip—something peeled off.
“It tears off like this.”
“Wow.”
Pink nipples popped out at the center.
“Garter belt for the win!”
“Pfft.”
Grinning, she lay on the bed, spreading arms and legs wide, gazing seductively.
“So, master. Fuck your tasty bitch good today.”
“Came prepared, huh, my Seo-yoon?”
“Hehe. Master, come on. Quick—my pussy’s itching.”
“Bitches don’t order their master.”
“I dressed pretty—cut me some slack?”
Shifted to give the back cam a clear shot.
Choi Da-yeon’s gotta be stunned.
Her rival and nemesis acting like a needy slut for me? Unbelievable.
That bitchy side catching her off guard too.
Thinking of her watching amped up the thrill with Seo-yoon’s seduction.
Stripped naked, went to her head, dangled my dick.
“Let’s start here.”
“Yes, master.”
Lick—
From the jump, she slathered the shaft with thick tongue work.
Side cam caught it all—Choi Da-yeon’s watching.
Enjoy the show.
And get turned on.
Remember getting fucked by me, crystal clear.
[Pretty-Dressed Choi Da-yeon vs Garter Belt Kang Seo-yoon]