Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Senior. I Can Help You.
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After focusing on items for a few days, the shooting date finally arrived.
A little tension built up inside me.
Since it was my first item, I desperately wanted the broadcast to go well.
As it was an urban vs. rural showdown item, the writers split into two groups to head out.
Kang Seo-yoon went with Lee Yu-jin. I went with Choi Sung-hwa and Han Yu-ra.
Upon arriving at the site, I busied myself finishing the setup.
"Please take good care of it, PD."
"You got it, Min-seong. I'll direct it well."
Go PD headed to the urban team with Kang Seo-yoon, while assistant PD Yoo Jung-hwan came to our rural team.
He was as capable as Go PD had acknowledged, directing smoothly.
He controlled the performers well and drew out plenty of laughs.
We kept constant communication with the writers on the other side, passing instructions to the performers via sketchbooks and tablets.
"Min-seong, this item's pretty fun. It's gonna be a hit."
"Right? The performers nailed the visuals."
"Yeah, I'm satisfied too."
I shrugged at the praise from Choi Sung-hwa and Han Yu-ra.
Even I could see several big laughs had exploded.
Now it all depended on the editing.
I even appeared on camera during the shoot.
Suddenly, they said they were short-handed.
"Maknae Writer! Come help! It's your item!"
"No way! You're making us work our asses off while you chill back there? Get over here!"
"Hurry up and jump in! Writer! Let's see if you get scolded. I'll make you drool."
Maybe Kang Seo-yoon pulled some strings, but they deliberately put me on camera.
"Why did I even..."
I put on a wronged expression but grudgingly did the work, adding a little something to the broadcast.
"Great work today!"
Satisfied with the direction, Yoo Jung-hwan PD and the staff wrapped up the day's shoot in high spirits.
"You did great too, Min-seong."
"Chopping wood was tough, huh? But we got a good shot out of it."
"Already showing your face and name. Your parents will be thrilled."
Praise poured in from all sides during dinner.
Maybe it was payback for my hard work all this time, but getting recognized by so many felt touching.
Is this the reward of working?
Choi Sung-hwa and Han Yu-ra smiled brightly, looking after me.
Even the performers came over to compliment me.
"Writer's item was so fun. How do you come up with this stuff?"
"Yeah, it got us all hyped for the shoot."
"Only twenty-six? Smart guy like you will make it big. Hey, can we drop formalities? Wanna call you bro."
"Of course! Bro! Treat me casual. You can call me maknae too."
"Heh, you'll regret that."
"Gonna boss you around more now. You work well."
"Seems like you've got broadcast sense too, so let's use him up."
"Ugh!"
Building connections one by one would surely help me too.
After wrapping the evening shoot, it was already past 10 p.m.
As usual, I started looking for a quiet spot to unwind.
In the countryside, a cool mountain stream path would be perfect.
With that thought, I left the lodging.
'Huh?'
A black silhouette appeared in the distance.
Enhancing my vision, I realized it was Han Yu-ra.
Where was she going at this hour?
Healing like me?
I considered saying hi, but curiosity about her intent made me follow quietly instead.
'Taking a break?'
Han Yu-ra arrived at that secluded stream spot I'd eyed earlier.
She looked around, then cautiously slipped between two large rocks.
What was she doing? I drew closer to watch.
'Whoa!'
Leaning back against the rock, Han Yu-ra suddenly slipped her hand into the leggings she'd worn that day.
Scritch. Scritch.
She started moving it.
The unexpected scene startled me, but a smile soon crept in.
'She's such a horny girl after all.'
Coming to a hidden spot like this at this hour.
Watching Han Yu-ra masturbate secretly and quietly...
I could imagine how badly she'd craved it. It felt gratifying.
I was the one who made her like this.
This could make for an interesting scene.
Ever since that night with Min-seong, something weird had changed in my body.
Because I'd felt such intense pleasure that my head nearly melted, lying alone in bed at night brought back those memories, heating up my body.
Then my hand would naturally drift down there.
I'd rub frantically to cool the feverish heat.
But it didn't change much.
A mild tingle came, but nothing like that night's ecstasy.
All sorts of thoughts flooded in from then on.
I resented my body.
I was disappointed in Hyun-soo.
I blamed Min-seong for making me this way.
But it all led to one conclusion.
My hand was hopelessly insufficient to comfort the body that had already tasted it.
Should I go to Hyun-soo?
Can't hold back anymore, so let's do it?
I could say premarital purity doesn't matter now.
But I lacked the courage.
I was the one who cheated first.
Even if Hyun-soo was at fault, my sin didn't vanish.
Still, thanks to Min-seong's comfort, the guilt wasn't overwhelming.
The old me would've confessed to Min-seong first and awaited Hyun-soo's judgment.
But since Hyun-soo was partly to blame for making me this way, we were keeping it secret and dating fine.
Had I changed?
Or had my resentment toward Hyun-soo grown?
Seven years was too much to end abruptly. I lacked the courage.
Maybe it was compensation psychology for the time and effort sacrificed for him.
Or knowing the loneliness he'd feel without me.
Yeah, maybe I just didn't have the guts to break up.
The real problem started there.
Even trying to steel myself and get along well with Hyun-soo...
That time with Min-seong would heat my body every time.
I had to endure. Had to hold out.
But it wasn't easy at all.
That was the hardest part.
Min-seong's words tormented me too.
Eat chocolate until you're sick of it, and you'll never crave it again.
Meaning... have sex until you're bored, and you can control the pleasure.
I bought it. It made sense.
But going back to Min-seong was a conscience issue.
I'd firmly said that was the last time, never again. How could I go back?
So I kept comforting myself alone.
The problem was the frequency increasing.
Masturbating every two or three days had become a daily necessity to relieve the frustration.
So even on this shooting day... I came alone to that quiet, secluded spot I'd scouted earlier for some alone time.
"Haa..."
Scritch. Scritch.
I slipped my middle finger in, tormenting my pussy while letting out moans.
Forcing imaginations to awaken that sensation.
A slight feeling came, but the pleasure I craved didn't.
"Hng... Min-seong..."
I recalled Min-seong pounding me with that huge cock.
He was amazing, thrusting roughly, vowing to break my pussy.
I'd felt stars exploding in mind-blowing ecstasy.
Kept screaming lewd moans.
Shuddering all over, cumming over and over.
How much squirt had I gushed?
We'd shared pleasure like we were insane.
"Haaa... haa. Min-seong."
Those thoughts made the heat rise more.
Maybe because it's outdoors.
My first time was outside, so it excited me more.
Or imagining Min-seong might be watching from somewhere.
Yeah, the lodging isn't far from here.
Thinking he's watching from over there... it turns me on more.
"Hnng!"
"..."
It was a bit shocking.
Han Yu-ra coming to such a secluded spot to masturbate was surprising enough.
But calling my name while fingering herself? Honestly, I was taken aback.
She must've been that pent up.
Masturbating to memories of that night.
Imagining my cock, not Kang Hyun-soo's. Excitement stirred in me.
"Hnng. Hng. Haa..."
Still, no intense moans like that night.
Something was lacking.
'Good self-control.'
After seven years with Kang Hyun-soo, I figured breaking up wouldn't be easy.
But having felt her slutty nature, controlling that pleasure wouldn't be simple.
I thought she'd come to me after buying the chocolate analogy.
'So that's how she's been coping.'
Moderately relieving it to barely hold on.
But even that would hit its limit soon.
Calling my name while masturbating wouldn't last.
My cock would only grow clearer in her mind.
"Haa. Haa... Min-seong. More... more."
Watching Han Yu-ra moan lewdly, it was hard to contain my arousal.
Various thoughts crossed my mind.
Pretend I didn't see and move on? Or help satisfy her a bit?
'Let's do it.'
Let her taste my cock once more, so she'd crave it even harder next time.
Doing it alone like that was embarrassing to come to me. She was building walls to control herself.
If I allowed it again after saying last time?
Even Han Yu-ra wouldn't hold out easily.
Crunch-
I deliberately stepped on a nearby twig.
Startled by the sound, Han Yu-ra quickly straightened up.
She peered anxiously toward the noise, speaking very cautiously.
"Who's... there?"
Anxiety and nervousness filled her eyes.
She could've just run, but curiosity made her check.
Waiting a moment...
"..."
She took it as a natural sound and resumed masturbating.
She desperately wanted to relieve her heated body.
Too regrettable to stop now.
Her body seemed plenty aroused, so time to step out.
Snap-
This time, a louder sound on purpose.
"Wh-who's there?"
I stepped out like I'd been waiting.
"Senior. It's me."
"...M-Min-seong?"
"Yeah. Ah, I tried waiting quietly. Oops."
"H-how are you here?"
"I came out to unwind and saw you heading up the mountain alone, so I followed worriedly."
Han Yu-ra's face filled with bewilderment at my words.
"Th-then... you. From the start..."
"Yeah. I saw. Even you masturbating while calling my name."
"Oh no."
She covered her face with both hands and slumped down.
"I was gonna sneak away after peeking, but now I feel bad."
"...You heard everything?"
"Yeah. But it's okay, senior. It happens. I've masturbated thinking of you plenty too."
"...Really?"
"Yeah. Keeps coming back since that day. But since you won't accept it, I handle it alone."
"..."
"Still, feels good. You calling my name, not Kang Hyun-soo's."
I smiled brightly, and Han Yu-ra's face flushed beet red.
"Th-that's... not what you think."
"Over fifty staff here. What if someone heard?"
"..."
"That rough? Having to handle it alone? Kang Hyun-soo still not doing anything, huh."
"I'm leaving."
As she turned, fully dressed, I grabbed her wrist.
"Can I help you, senior?"
I'd shatter that barrier she'd vowed never to cross again, the one set as the final line.