The Actress's Truth (2)
The next morning, Lee Sira awoke in an unfamiliar bed. A strange fatigue weighed down her entire body. She slowly sat up. Fragments of last night's memories flashed through her mind: a strange man, humiliating commands, and the slick sensation of fluid dripping down her cheek.
"Ha..." A hollow laugh escaped her lips. Stumbling, she made her way to the bathroom. When she stood before the mirror, she froze. Her face was smeared with semen and tear stains. Her eyes were puffy and swollen. The image of the nation's first love was gone, replaced by nothing more than a broken woman.
Despair crashed over her. But something was off. At the very bottom of that crushing despair, a faint, bizarre sense of relief bubbled up. The liberation of no longer having to play the "perfect Lee Sira." The fact that all her secrets were exposed and she had completely crumbled—it ironically gave her true rest for the first time.
Ding-dong. The doorbell made her shoulders twitch. Was it that man? She cautiously approached the hotel room door. A room service cart sat outside. Kim Seonwoo had ordered it in advance. Alongside the food was a card with a short message.
Eat up. Gotta eat to stay strong, right?
Even in his absence, the knowledge that she was still under his control crushed her will to resist. Silently, she began eating the food her master had provided.
By afternoon, the doorbell rang again. Bracing herself for him, she opened the door. But standing there was someone she never expected. A woman in neat, professional office attire, carrying a large bag of pro-grade camera equipment. It was Kang Jihyeon.
Kang Jihyeon scanned Lee Sira up and down with cold eyes. "I'm Director Kang Jihyeon, here on Master's orders. You're my actress today. Call me Director Kang from now on."
Master? Director? Actress? The top star herself, treated like an actress by another woman.
Kang Jihyeon handed her a small box. Inside was her "bunny" rabbit mask and cheap, heavily exposing black lingerie.
"Change into this. Master wants to see bunny, not Lee Sira."
Once Lee Sira donned the lingerie and mask, Kim Seonwoo entered the room. He ignored her like furniture, like a prop, and discussed the shoot concept with Kang Jihyeon.
"Lighting from that side would be good. Camera at this angle."
"Yes, Master."
Kim Seonwoo tossed scriptless questions at the stiff Lee Sira in front of the camera. Once ready, he began a confession shoot that stripped her soul bare.
"Why the mask, bunny?"
"..."
"What do you think about when you writhe in front of the camera?"
Under Kim Seonwoo's relentless questions and Kang Jihyeon's cold lens, Lee Sira finally broke. Mask still on, she sobbed out her loneliness, emptiness, and her perverse desire to be trampled and humiliated.
Success at too young an age. Everyone treated her like she was untouchable. No boyfriends, no real friends... Her cries spilled out.
When her confession ended, Kim Seonwoo said in a flat, emotionless voice, "Good. Shoot's done for today. Nice work, Director Kang."
He treated her raw screams as mere fine acting.
Kim Seonwoo approached the masked, weeping Lee Sira. "Shoot's over, so time for your reward. You confessed well, so now take your prize."
Sensing the cue, Kang Jihyeon packed up to leave. Kim Seonwoo whispered to her, "Wait by the door. When you hear Lee Sira's voice, come back in and quietly start filming. Capture every bit of how slutty this bitch falls apart."
"Yes, Master."
Kang Jihyeon left with a curt reply. Kim Seonwoo approached the masked, crying Lee Sira. His voice shifted from director to dominant master.
"Shoot's over, so time for your reward. You confessed well, so Master will give it to you personally."
He gripped her chin, lifting it, and kissed roughly over the mask. Then he tore off the lingerie like ripping trash. Her pale naked body was exposed. Without hesitation, he thrust his massive cock between her legs.
"Hngh...!"
Her unprepared body stiffened at the invading foreign sensation. It hurt. But Kim Seonwoo didn't stop. In that moment, the door cracked open silently, and Kang Jihyeon slipped in with her camera. Lost in pleasure, Lee Sira didn't notice.
"Hurts? Even though it hurts, your pussy's already getting wet. You're more suited to being a bitch in heat than an actress."
Her body twitched at his words. Amid the pain, faint pleasure began to stir.
This bitch reacts well even when I shove it in suddenly?
"A girl who's never been with a man, and no hymen to boot. What'd it feel like when you broke your own virginity with masturbation? Huh?"
Kim Seonwoo hurled insults while pistoning his hips fast. To find her erogenous zones, he activated his 10-Min Preview. In the footage, he tested various caresses and watched her reactions—pinching nipples, stimulating her clit. But nothing drew out moans louder than now.
Sensing something odd, he used Harem Scan.
Oh, I was already stimulating her erogenous zone? Heh...
He refocused on the real Lee Sira, pounding deep—aiming to pierce her womb.
"Ah! Aaang! Hngh!"
Pain turned to pleasure, and proper moans burst from her lips.
"How many people know the nation's first love has such a sloppy pussy? Right? Countless guys jerked off imagining your pure image. But that you're a bitch squirting all over some other man's cock? Probably just me."
His words whipped her pride. But the more they did, the hotter her body burned. Shame and pleasure intertwined, numbing her reason.
Kim Seonwoo hoisted her legs over his shoulders, thrusting deeper and fiercer.
"Hngh, uh, Master, ah! Aaang! More, more... please...!"
She begged without realizing it. Beneath the mask, her face was a mess of tears and drool.
"More what? Like this, ripping your womb apart?"
Thwack! Thwack! Flesh slapped loudly through the room. Finally, her body arched like a bow and convulsed.
"C-cumming...! Ah, ah, aaang...!"
With a scream-like climax, she collapsed limp on the bed. Watching, Kang Jihyeon murmured softly, "Master, perfect footage captured."
At that voice, Lee Sira tried to rise on her drained body but crumpled again. Filming? Video? Her most lewd, ugly moments—all caught on camera. The humiliation made her tremble anew.
Kim Seonwoo smirked in satisfaction and resumed thrusting.
"Gonna cum inside, so squeeze tighter."
"Ah, aaah...! Not inside, not inside!"
Ignoring her plea, he gripped her waist and unleashed deep inside. After the long ejaculation, he dressed and opened his laptop. Right in front of her, he uploaded the confession and sex videos Kang Jihyeon had shot to the "bunny" account on Sexnet.
Watching her most shameful moment displayed in the public space she feared most, Lee Sira lost her mind completely.
Kim Seonwoo's final command: "From now on, come when I call, strip when I say, roll in the mud if I tell you to—and do it happily. See you soon."
Alone in the massive luxury suite after he left, Lee Sira stared blankly at her pathetic confession video playing on the laptop. She could delete it now, but she didn't. Her face held not despair, but the eerie peace of a slave resigned to all—and faint anticipation for the next shoot.
Watching her most shameful moment displayed in the public space she feared most, Lee Sira lost her mind completely.
When Kim Seonwoo got home, Yoo Sori sat on the sofa with arms crossed and lips pouted, radiating I'm pissed vibes.
He couldn't help but laugh at her cuteness. Approaching from behind, he hugged her tight.
"What's got our Sori so sulky?"
"Hiiing... Oppa... I saw everything!"
Yoo Sori whined, burrowing into his arms. His heart skipped.
"W-what'd you see...?"
"I check Sexnet too! You played with Jihyeon unnie and that pretty unnie without me!"
At "without me," he chuckled in disbelief.
"Covering the face doesn't help! Anyone can tell that dick's yours...!"
"Yeah? Wanna play together next time, Sori?"
Her pout vanished like a lie, face lighting up.
"Yes! I wanna play too!"
"Got it. Next time, call that pretty unnie here."
He stroked her hair. "And that pretty unnie likes being tormented? But different from Chae-a."
"How?"
Yoo Sori's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Hmm... Chae-a likes physical pain, right?"
"Yeah! She looks like it hurts so bad, but sometimes smiles."
"This one's into humiliation over pain. Like, calling her a 'slutty whore' turns her on, or stepping on her face."
"Hmm... Sounds tricky."
Yoo Sori tilted her head. He pecked her nose lightly.
"You'll get it when you see."
The next day, Kim Seonwoo called Lee Sira, gave the Palace 7 Penthouse address, and ordered her there by the set time.
Arriving on time, Lee Sira was speechless. She knew he wasn't ordinary, but this place?
Trembling with nerves, she rang the bell.
Creak. Kang Jihyeon opened the door.
"D-Director...!"
Lee Sira shrank under her cold gaze. From the living room, Kim Seonwoo's voice: "Come in."
Entering, she saw him with a girl on his lap, hugging her lovingly like lovers. The girl—Yoo Sori—widened her eyes at Lee Sira.
"Wow! I saw that unnie on TV!"
"Yeah, that's her."
Kim Seonwoo confirmed casually.
"So the pretty unnie's an actress unnie?"
Yoo Sori asked curiously. Kim Seonwoo shot back for Lee Sira to hear: "Why? Don't like actress unnies?"
"No way, love it!"
Yoo Sori beamed innocently.
Another woman besides her, Master, and Director Kang Jihyeon. Her identity exposed to more people. Amid crushing fear, Lee Sira trembled with bizarre excitement at her secrets spreading further.