Real Penetration During the Bed Scene Shoot (1)

I slowly scrolled through the screen, examining each one carefully. Tapping View More brought up a long list of recommended stages.

...What a variety. From realistic everyday scenarios to fantasy, bestiality, futanari, lesbians. I could really feel how spot-on this system was with my tastes... Honestly, my head was spinning.

"...Huu."

What should my first experience be? Rather than jumping into something too hardcore right from the start, maybe something a bit more normal? Not that I wanted anything boring, but for my debut, I craved something realistic.

I scrolled a bit more through the list, then went back up to number 2.

"This is it."

There were plenty of tempting stages, but time was on my side. I could try them all eventually, so no need to overthink.

"...Nah, no need?"

I skipped the customization feature for now—it didn't feel necessary yet.

I took a deep breath.

...And was about to select it when—

I nodded as I read the alert, which popped up since it was my first stage. 'Got it—this isn't just a set; it's real reality.'

As 'Yoo Eunha' the actress in this world, Jeong Taehyeon and the director would see me as a real rookie, and from the moment I entered, I'd have to act the part. Once it ended, no evidence remained except the video only I could keep... This meant I could just fuck without worries, right?

The world distorted, and everything went black.

When my vision returned, I was standing in a spacious hotel room. King-size bed, soft lighting, Seoul's nightscape visible through the window. This must be the bed scene location.

Three cameras were set up in the room. The system cameras were filming me from somewhere, but invisible as expected.

As I glanced around—

Click.

The door opened.

"Eunha? You ready?"

A man in jeans and a black t-shirt, hair slightly messy, entered while scanning me up and down.

"...Damn. Were you always this pretty?"

He suddenly complimented my looks.

"Might actually wanna do the real thing. Haha—kidding, you know that, right?"

"...Yeah? Ah..."

I answered reflexively, caught off guard.

Jeong Taehyeon chuckled and waved it off.

"No need to tense up. Just follow the script."

He walked toward the bed, continuing.

"It's not like we're doing it for real anyway."

...Even though you're planning to.

I muttered inwardly, steadying my nerves with a light breath.

Click.

The door opened again.

"Set's ready."

A man with a camera on his shoulder entered first, followed by two more who took positions by the cameras. The three pre-installed ones covered the bed's front, side, and diagonal angles. The last man placed a monitor on the bedside table.

"...Looks good."

He nodded at me. Probably the director.

"Eunha, feeling nervous?"

"...A little?"

He smiled at my honest reply.

"Everyone is at first. Makes sense for your debut bed scene. You memorized the script, right?"

I had no memory of reading a script, but nodded slightly. Then—

A scene flashed in my mind. Unfamiliar memories.

...Memories? No, more like implanted info.

Playing a sleeping college girl. Falling asleep at a friend's place, only for her drunk boyfriend to barge in and ravage me.

...Ah, that must be it. Background knowledge adjustment.

No recollection of reading the script, but I knew the content naturally. Wild.

"It's a continuation from the last shoot, so focus on the feel more than lines."

Maybe because my response was lukewarm, the director reassured me. No memory of the previous shoot either—probably the memory tweak the system mentioned.

The director pointed at the cameras.

"Taehyeon, lead like usual."

"Got it, Director."

Jeong Taehyeon raised a hand casually.

The director turned to me.

"Eunha, don't overthink it. Pretend to resist a bit. You get the vibe, right?"

He added with a grin.

"It's all under the covers anyway, and not the real deal."

...Not today, it won't be.

I countered inwardly but just nodded.

"Alright."

The director clapped once.

"Positions."

I climbed onto the bed. The soft mattress yielded slightly. I pulled the covers up to my shoulders and lay on my side, facing away from the door.

The director checked the monitor and nodded at my pose.

"Perfect. Let's roll with that."

I closed my eyes. Acting asleep. Slowed my breathing, relaxed my body.

The room fell quiet.

Then.

"Cameras."

"Rolling."

"One OK."

"Two OK."

"Three OK."

Brief silence.

"Action."

Click.

The door opened.

Here it comes.

Footsteps entered cautiously. Carpet muffled them, but the presence was clear.

I stayed still, eyes shut. Per the script.

Now, I'd get ravished in my sleep. By the protagonist, who has a girlfriend but lusts after the character 'Bae Sujung.' He'd sneak under the covers, grope my breasts, knead my ass... then lose control, cover my mouth, and rape me.

Of course, in the film, Jeong Taehyeon as the lead would just fake thrusting under the covers—but

Swish.

"...!"

Lost in thought, an unexpected touch nearly made me gasp. A hand slid over the covers.

Slowly, carefully stroking my back.

'Here we go—the real start.'

The hand moved from my shoulders down my side to my ass. The palm pressed, kneading gently at first, then harder.

The rough handling was alien. My body, once male, tensed instinctively. A creeping fear mixed with heat pooling below.

'I fantasized about rape, but actually being groped like this...'

A bit scary. My fantasies were fun in my head, but reality brought fear first.

...Part of me wanted to back out.

'Not yet... too soon for the real thing...'

Jeong Taehyeon's hand grew bolder. Slipping under the covers, stroking my thighs over my panties. Digging inward, kneading my ass flesh lewdly.

The cameras outside would only catch silhouettes.

Fingers traced my panty edges, slipping slightly inside.

...Maybe he won't actually fuck me...

I had to keep acting.

"Huu..."

Staying asleep, I let out a soft moan.

...Still weird hearing such a delicate, sultry voice from my mouth.

Jeong Taehyeon's breathing roughened at the moan. His other hand reached my chest. Over the thin nightie—no bra—he squeezed lightly, thumbing my nipple.

Sharp pleasure pierced my breast.

'Ngh... Th-this...'

Different from my male days. With sensitivity boosted 50%, what was once just ticklish now fogged my mind with bliss.

"Hng... Mm..."

...A coquettish whine escaped unwittingly, but it fit the scene—no call from the director.

His hands didn't stop. Kneading my breast bolder, pinching and twisting the nipple.

"Nngh...♡"

'Ngh...! Why does this feel so good?'

My body reacted on its own. Nipples hardening. Pleasure conversion turned fear into hot waves.

...And then.

Something poked my ass from behind. Thought it was bunched covers at first—nope.

Hard. Hot.

...His dick?

Jeong Taehyeon's erection pressed against my ass.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.'

A real dick. Another man's hard cock, felt through thin fabric.

Panicking inwardly—

His hand slid to my crotch. Pushed panties aside, fingers grazed my pussy entrance.

Already wet, slick as he circled slowly.

"Haa...♡"

The unfamiliar stimulation drew a moan.

'Wh-what is this...'

Fingers gliding over soft flesh stirred slippery heat. Circling sensitive entrance shot electric pleasure up my spine.

Squelch♡

My juices coated his fingers, faint wet sounds. Unimaginable as a man—this inner surge was vivid, dizzying. Fear mixed with craving more, body trembling.

"Nng...♡ Hn♡"

'No, if he keeps touching... it'll be real...'

My moans surpassed sleep-talk; his breathing grew ragged.

...Then, rustling as he shifted, unzipping his jeans.

Script timing: Wake now. I opened my eyes, twisting in feigned panic.

"Wh-what...?"

My voice trembled genuinely.

Per script, he'd cover my mouth and force himself now.

Jeong Taehyeon's hand clamped my mouth. The other gripped my waist hard.

"Shh... Don't scream. Just stay still. You like it too, right?"

His voice low, threatening. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Perfect acting. Script-faithful tone. Too perfect—like he meant it for me, not the role.

'Right, he's an actor. Won't go real. He'll hold back, right?'

His lines eased me. With that skill, he must be professional—fake it and done.

I chose this for ravishment, but the reassurance comforted anyway.

His body pressed closer. Warmth against my back. Cock slid between my cheeks toward my entrance.

He nudged forward. Tip pressed my folds. Not entering yet—just sliding up and down.

But I'd heard actors use prosthetics for no-insertion bed scenes...?

"Quiet down. If the crew gets suspicious, you won't want the trouble, Eunha."

...Huh?