Chapter 188
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 188
Chapter Title: Part 2 - A-yeon Who Loves It to Death?
“If you really want to do it that way...”
I let those words slip out while flashing a lecherous grin. Then I slowly scanned A-yeon's body from top to bottom, blatantly checking her out.
'Look at that S-curve like a Coke bottle on both sides... Bet she'd taste amazing...'
The more I looked, the more selfish her figure seemed.
I hadn't even touched her properly yet—just staring—and I found myself unconsciously licking my lips.
“...I don’t like it.”
“Huh?”
“I said no.”
“What? I haven’t even said anything yet?”
“I can tell you’re up to no good. No way.”
Sure enough, A-yeon had been through this with me enough times to read my intentions right away. So I just went for it straight-up.
“A-yeon, just do it once, and I’ll hook you up with the modeling gig right away.”
“...Hah, unbelievable... Director, don’t you ever get tired of this? I’m one of your agency’s artists now. Shouldn’t you be pushing me for good spots and supporting me properly instead of making me pay with my body?”
“That’s what I’m doing—pushing you. Do it once, and the spot’s yours.”
“Ugh, just give it to me already! How long are we gonna keep doing this?”
A-yeon snapped this time, her tone laced with real irritation.
Her feisty temper made me shrink back a bit, and I was at a loss for words for a moment.
“Director. You promised full support once I debuted with Seras, right?”
“Yeah, I did...”
“So, should I give that modeling spot to some girl from another agency? Or to me?”
It was a no-brainer.
“Obviously to the one who gives me her body...”
“.....”
“.....”
“God, you’re too much!! Fine. I won’t do it.”
“What?”
“I said no. Honestly, after everything you’ve done to me so far, I didn’t think you’d even give me one lousy ad model gig. Straight up, I’m hurt.”
A-yeon said it with a bitter, icy edge as she stood up from her seat.
What the hell... New pattern unlocked?
I hadn’t expected her to pull the emotional card like this. Even I felt a twinge of guilt hearing that.
“Wait, A-yeon! Okay, sit back down.”
“Why? We’re done talking. Give the ad model spot to one of those idols you like so much. I’m out.”
Maybe the white lie I told to pressure her backfired.
Her face was completely crestfallen, and her voice carried a subtle hint of jealousy, conveying her disappointment in me.
I couldn’t backpedal now and say it was all bullshit, that she was perfect for it after all... For now, I just needed to hold onto her.
I grabbed A-yeon's arm as she tried to head into the room and said,
“Fine, fine. I’ll give it to you.”
“...Pardon?”
“Shasha ad model. Yours. Happy now?”
“Really? I don’t believe you.”
“Have I ever lied about something like this?”
“You’ve lied and forced yourself on me before.”
“....”
Did I? All those power-trip hookups blurred together now; I couldn’t even remember.
A-yeon stared at me with eyes full of suspicion, then finally,
“Hmph... Fine, whatever. You said you’d do it.”
She decided to trust me and sat back on the sofa.
“Okay, now prove it for real.”
“Prove what?”
“Recommend me to the client as the model—text them right now, call them, whatever. Make a record of it. I’ll watch with both eyes wide open.”
“....”
“What’re you waiting for? Do it! Why’d you go quiet again? It was a lie after all? You hate pushing your own artist that much? Won’t do it unless I put out?”
She laid into me, her words hitting like she was implying that’s all our relationship was—pure business.
Playing along like I couldn’t win, I pulled out my phone, fiddled with it for a bit, then reluctantly opened my mouth.
“Hey, A-yeon. I’ve been tasting nothing but salt all day without getting off, so at least use your hand or something...”
“No. Way.”
A-yeon looked dead set on not giving in today.
I’d even offered a handjob compromise, but she was being picky. At this rate, I’d have to force it...
Thinking back, it’d always been forceful with her anyway.
“Alright, A-yeon. How about this? Just one kiss. We’ll call it even.”
“Ugh, no! I hate sex stuff!”
“I’ve compromised a ton here. I already told them I’d line up another idol for the Shasha ad spot—this makes up for scrapping that. It’s exactly the right trade.”
I spun the nonexistent fact like it was real and demanded a kiss.
“That’s still basically prostitution. Especially with your booze-stinking mouth...”
“This is as far as I go. You gonna kiss me or not? Say it plain.”
“Haa... Seriously...”
A-yeon hesitated for a moment.
She bit her plump, soft lips with her teeth, all sleek and tempting. After about two or three minutes, she finally spoke.
“Fine. Just once. One kiss... You pick me for the ad model right after. Got it?”
“Promise. I’ll call the client from right here and recommend you. They said they’d go with my pick, so you’re in. Deal.”
I stuck out my pinky, and A-yeon tilted her head like it was gross but hooked hers anyway, sealing the pinky swear.
“Good. Now do it... Kiss... Quick...! Oh, but no tensing your lips or acting like you hate it, or it’s redo. Got it?”
I fiddled with my dick while urging her on.
“The more I look, the more you’re just a total perv... And I’m the idiot going along with it. How’d I end up like this? Ugh, annoying!”
Grumbling and grimacing, she still inched closer, bringing her face to mine.
Surprisingly smooth move for someone pretending to hate it.
We’d already fucked a few times, so a kiss was nothing. She knew it deep down, which is why she could face me so casually.
“Here goes... Mmm...”
“Hold up.”
“...What?! Just get it over with!”
“That towel... Take it off.”
“Huh? It’s just a kiss—why? You’re not gonna try something weird...”
“Let me touch your tits while we kiss. I won’t ask for more, swear.”
“No thanks? Just the kiss.”
“C’mon, service—let me grope your tits.”
“Am I a hooker? What service!”
“Not a hooker. A pretty, classy one... So let me touch.”
Before she could say no, my hand shot out.
“H-Hey! W-Wait! Don’t undress me! Kyaa!!”
I yanked the towel down, and her trapped tits bounced out with a boing boing. I grabbed them and started kneading like treasure.
Squeeze♡ Squeeze♡ Squeeze-!
“Whoa... These tits feel insane...”
“I didn’t say you could...!! Hnng! Ah♡ Haa...♡”
“Sorry. Now kiss. C’mon.”
“Ugh... Fine.”
One hand kept playing with her tits while the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her close like lovers.
A-yeon brushed her hair behind her ear, closed her eyes gently like she was putting real effort into it, and our lips met.
“Mmmph..♡! Mmph.. Mmph.. Slurp...♡”
Soft moans escaped her.
Probably from my nonstop tit-squeezing, but the deep, sloppy tongue kiss was doing its part too.
Smack♡ Smack♡ Slurrrp-♡ Chu chu..♡!
A-yeon’s saliva... flooding out.
Maybe because I said no faking it or it’s a redo—she was going all out on this one kiss.
Tongue dancing soft and sweet, lips mashing and slurping noisily... Even nibbling and sucking my lips, twisting her head every which way.
'She’s... way too into this...'
A-yeon secretly loves being overpowered.
During sex, I’d yank her hair and she’d curse up a storm, but her pussy clenched my dick harder, her body shaking like a leaf in ecstasy.
That’s the data I’d gathered from railing her.
So... maybe she’s actually getting off on this “forced consent” setup?
Not just today—maybe she’d awakened to it because of me ages ago?
The thought surged my confidence.
“Mmm.. Mmph.. Haaah...♡ Pah♡! Hah... Hah... Heuk... Kiss... done, right? I gave it my all, made it long!”
“.....”
“Now give me what I want... Kyaa?!?!”
Screw that—I scooped A-yeon up in my arms and headed to the bedroom.
“Put me down...! Down! You psycho!! Don’t cross the line! It was just a kiss!!!”
“Kiss... Dick slamming your womb—that kiss...”
“Shut your bullshit and put me down!!”
A-yeon flailed wildly, kicking at the air.
But she was just a fragile girl.
I carried her feather-light body tight to me into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.
“Kyaa!! F-Fuck...! I knew it! You weren’t gonna stop at a kiss, you maniac!! You tricked me again...!”
“Should’ve just jerked me off like I asked—you keep trying to one-up me!”
“Fuck off! Touch me and see!! This is rape! I won’t stand for it!”
“What? Rape?! After I saved your ass from Premist retirement scandal and debuted you with Seras...!”
“Saved me? Pfft hahaha! I was a top-tier idol to begin with?! Like there’s another pretty, talented vet like me out there—you didn’t ‘save’ shit! Anyway, pull any more crap and I’ll make you a registered rapist!”
“What rapist? Oh, you fucked up big today. Hold still.”
I left A-yeon alone for a sec and rummaged through the bag I’d brought.
Recently, I’d stopped by an adult shop for fun and bought some restraint toys I’d been curious about.
Rope, but perfect for SM play—cuffs-style for binding both wrists together.
Felt like A-yeon would die for it, so I packed just in case. Best call ever.
Excited, dick flopping, I charged back at her.
“C’mere. Hold still.”
“What’re you... W-What’s that?! D-Don’t! Stay back!! I’ll call the cops... Kyaaaa!!!”
I grabbed her arms by force.
“Rape? I’ll show you real rape.”
“You lunatic! Stop...!!! Urgh!! Kyaaak!!”
She struggled with all her might, but no chance.
I ignored it, wrapping the rope tight around her slender wrists and securing it firm.
Then I hooked it to the ceiling beam and hung her up.
Both arms yanked skyward, bound.
A-yeon unwittingly exposed her pale, clean armpits fully to me, and naked like that? Way hotter, way lewder.
“W-What is this! Untie me!! Untie it!! Don’t! No!!!!”
“The tighter it is, the more you’ll just tire yourself out.”
“You’re fucking insane?! What the hell are you doing?!”
“What else? About to rape you.”
“Shit...! I’ll kill you!!”
Furious—no, hornier than ever—A-yeon kept grunting to escape.
Arms high in the rope, she strained to pull them down, but her tits just jiggled uselessly.
And sweat beading on that sexy body... Hug her tight and pound, and it’d make the wettest sounds.
“Nice... So fucking hot...”
“U-untie me! Seriously, untie! Stop joking and untie, you fuck!!!”
“No.”
I approached the bound A-yeon, crouched a bit, and latched onto her tit with my mouth.
Smack smack smack..♡
“Hnng?! Kyaa♡!! D-Don’t suck...! Ahh...! S-Sensitive...! You psycho!!”
Her nipple stiffened instantly.
Body fully exposed, defenseless, tit being sucked—A-yeon unconsciously twisted her legs together.
'Oh? Heh, called it...'
As expected, A-yeon trembled her thighs, bound tight in the rope.
I’d long known her sexual bent was masochistic, but today confirmed it: extreme M.
That haughty U-A-yeon with this fetish...
Truly, can’t trust anyone in this world.
I started sucking her tits even harder.