The Actress's True Face (1)
Seonwoo watched Lee Sira's back as she vanished into the crowd, murmuring softly to himself.
'Whoa... this is a must-have.'
S-grade. His first S-rank woman. And not just any woman—it was Lee Sira, the national first love, the fantasy of every man in Korea.
A strange thrill coursed through him, and without realizing it, he licked his lower lip.
Back at home, Seonwoo sank deep into the sofa in his study, two laptop screens glowing before him. One side blared entertainment news programs chattering excitedly about Lee Sira's return to the country. Her perfect smile, unflappable poise, the gentle wave to her fans.
On the other screen, 'bunny'—wearing a rabbit mask—writhed desperately on the bed.
'Ugh... the gap between her usual image and that thrashing is insane.'
Seonwoo chuckled. He logged into his personal Sexnet account and sent a 1:1 message to 'bunny,' weaving in details he'd uncovered with his super account. Like an anonymous fan who knew everything.
Meanwhile, Lee Sira returned home after her schedule, collapsing onto the sofa with her exhausted body. The onslaught of spotlights, the weight of everyone's expectations—it all suffocated her.
Out of habit, she opened her laptop and logged into Sexnet, her one escape. That's when a message from an unfamiliar user caught her eye.
The moment she read it, she froze solid.
'...Sira?'
Her real name. A name that should never be uttered in this secret space.
Her flawless poker face shattered, her pupils trembling violently with terror. But beneath that raw fear, a perverse anticipation flickered faintly—the thrill of an unknown entity who knew her deepest secret.
A few days later, Seonwoo sent another message to Lee Sira.
Lee Sira wrestled with agonizing conflict upon reading it. Should she tell her agency? The police? But that would end her career.
'National first love Lee Sira, pervert on a porn site.'
The mere thought was horrifying. Yet deep in her chest, something strange bubbled up.
In the end, she moved.
9 PM, XX Hotel Sky Lounge in Cheongdam-dong. Seonwoo had reserved the entire bar. No other guests besides him and the bartender.
Right on time, Lee Sira entered, her face obscured by sunglasses and a mask.
She felt an involuntary pressure from Seonwoo's relaxed smile as he waited.
"Have a seat, Sira."
Sitting across from him at the bar table, she forced a calm voice. "What do you want? Money?"
Seonwoo smirked. "Money? Do I look like I need cash, Sira? I prefer things more fun than money. Like... the real face hidden behind the national first love's mask."
He prodded the inner desires he'd gleaned from Harem Scan.
"Everyone loves Lee Sira, but no one sees you. They go wild for an empty shell. Doesn't it get lonely? So hollow you have to twist your body on camera just to feel alive?"
Her eyes wavered. But she was an S+ acting talent. In an instant, she switched expressions, trembling in feigned terror. Tears welled up quickly.
"Please... please keep it secret. I'll do anything you want. Anything you say, just please..."
She's acting.
Seonwoo confirmed via Harem Scan that her status wasn't [Terror] but [Anger/Calculation]. He decided to play along.
"Anything? Then... prove it."
He scribbled his personal number on a napkin and said, "By midnight tonight, send a selfie: you in your rabbit mask, holding a paper that says 'Master, I've been bad.' Then I'll believe you. This is your first 'homework.'"
Seonwoo left leisurely.
Thinking she'd escaped crisis, Lee Sira glared at his retreating figure with fury in her eyes.
'You crazy bastard... you think I'll play your game?'
Of course, she ignored the 'homework.' Instead, she began deleting all traces of 'bunny' from Sexnet—dozens of videos, scrubbed clean.
As anxiety gnawed at her, Seonwoo's counterattack began. Rather than external pressure, he invaded her most intimate space.
A chill ran through her. He'd pinpointed her most secret activity hours.
She stopped breathing. A prop from her private early videos, now offline.
This man knew everything, as if he'd been in her room.
The night of the awards ceremony, the decisive message arrived.
Lee Sira's mind crumbled completely. He saw through her past, present, space, habits—her innermost desires.
Paranoia and helplessness from perfect surveillance by an invisible force. Her flawless world shattered.
Mentally cornered, she received Seonwoo's final message.
No escape left. In resignation, she headed to the rendezvous.
At the hotel, Seonwoo greeted her coldly. "Get it now? You're in my palm. No use struggling."
He gave her a choice. "Keep going insane here... or show your true self and become my perfect bitch."
Lee Sira realized resistance was futile. She admitted total defeat.
Seonwoo stood in the living room center, night view at his back, turning to her.
"On your knees."
She severed her last shred of pride, knees buckling as she knelt at his feet. The marble floor's chill seeped through her body.
"Call me Master from now on. And tell me who you are."
Trembling with humiliation, tears streaming, she whispered, "I... I'm bunny... I... I'm Master's bitch..."
Seonwoo smiled in satisfaction, lifting her chin. "Good. You know how a bitch pleases her master."
He slowly unbuckled his belt.
Her eyes shook with terror and shame.
"Open your mouth."
She hesitated; his gaze turned icy. "That's an order."
Finally, her trembling lips parted. Seonwoo gripped her hair firmly yet gently, thrusting into her mouth.
"Guhk, glurk...!"
Choking pain and foreign intrusion stabbed her throat. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, but his hand held firm.
Tears of agony and humiliation poured endlessly.
"A bitch doesn't refuse her master's cock. Right?"
Seonwoo whispered in her ear, mercilessly thrusting. Obscene gagging sounds echoed in the empty suite.
Her small mouth filled completely, the sensation vivid as it plunged to her throat's end.
After ravaging her mouth long enough, just before climax, he yanked out roughly.
"Keh, hngh... hack...!"
Lee Sira slumped to the floor, gasping desperately for air, coughing violently from the scraped throat.
Seonwoo looked down impassively. Then he spurted hot semen across her pale cheek.
The warm, musky fluid trickled down her face. She couldn't move, like a soulless doll staring blankly into space.
His voice emotionless: "Lick it clean. And wait quietly here until the next 'shoot.'"
As he turned to leave, hand on the doorknob, he glanced back one last time. The face once symbolic of national first love—now a mess of semen, tears, and saliva—collapsed on the floor, sobbing. A perfect work of art.
He etched the humiliating scene into his eyes, then quietly activated Harem Scan for final confirmation.
Outwardly lost in despair and sobbing, her true state boiled with irrepressible excitement and anticipation for what was to come.
A serpentine smirk curled Seonwoo's lips.
'Heh. As expected... Lee Sira's destined to submit to someone. Might as well be me.'
As he exited and shut the door, he caught a glimpse of her profile, slumped powerlessly on the floor.
Alone in the empty suite, Lee Sira wiped the semen from her cheek, stared at it blankly... and let a faint, sobbing smile creep across her face.