Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Reels: Our Secret Videos
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This was the reward that popped up after I filmed Han Chae-ah sucking me off under the table.
I hadn't been able to check it properly because of what came after, so it wasn't until afternoon classes started that I finally got a look.
At the ability I'd gained.
I could make her recall the video I filmed?
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief at the part saying she'd even feel the pleasure from back then.
This had to be the best reward I'd gotten so far.
There was the limitation of needing to take photos or videos, but as long as I filmed something, the potential uses were endless.
Aside from the prerequisite condition, it was on par with—or better than—the hashtag that revealed erogenous zones.
Right now, I had a video with Han Chae-ah.
What if I replayed it using the Reels ability?
I activated the Reels ability on the blowjob video of Han Chae-ah I'd filmed earlier.
The phone holding the video didn't work.
It wouldn't turn on, and the video wouldn't play, but I could feel the ability activating properly.
Why?
A new post had appeared on Han Chae-ah's Sexgram.
And when I opened the private video.
-Hngh... haa... why do I keep thinking about it?
-That cock... it was so big and thick.
-Do all guys cum that much?
-I must've looked so slutty... is that okay?
The video showed Han Chae-ah recalling the blowjob moment from my point of view.
She was rubbing her thighs together in class, too aroused to focus.
-Ah, why... why can't I stop thinking about it?
-Forget it, focus... right now...
The video cut off there.
The effect was crystal clear.
Sorry.
For interrupting your class.
But you were the only one I had footage of.
Now that I'd confirmed what the ability did.
'Gotta think about how to use this from now on.'
Of course, I didn't think I'd have immediate use for it.
Because.
Situations like that weren't something I'd be filming often.
"Getting an ability for free is something to be grateful for."
I sent another video to Han Chae-ah, who was still flushed from the sudden blowjob memories.
DM file size limits meant I'd clipped just the most decisive one-minute segment.
-(Video)
-Seeing it on video, you looked fucking hot.
Not long after I sent the DM.
-Are you insane? How could you send this during class?
-And this seems like a one-minute clip... did you seriously edit and send this during class?
Han Chae-ah's frantic messages came in, typos everywhere from how rushed she was typing.
-Thought you hadn't gotten over it yet, so I sent some jerk-off material.
-What if someone else saw...
-I stepped out of class to edit it. Unlike some people, I don't fantasize and masturbate during lectures.
-Who said I masturbated? I've never done that.
Fervent denial.
They say too much denial is basically admitting it.
You didn't, did you?
-Were you?
-Eeeeeek? Me? What are you talking about! Why would I, when you're not even here?
Yeah.
I'll play dumb and let it slide.
Your reaction was pretty cute anyway.
-Don't overdo it. It'll wear you out.
No reply.
Did I hit the nail on the head?
Then.
-Doesn't this video turn you on, sunbae?
What?
-You didn't just watch it, did you?
No response.
This girl.
She really did.
During class.
Crazy bitch.
Worse than me.
Not content with fantasizing in class, she watched her own lewd video.
-I asked first.
Oh really?
Fine.
Let's see if you can handle this.
-Fucking turns me on.
-Gonna go home and jerk off to it?
How's that?
Bet you can't reply.
She went silent for a while.
Yeah.
Even I could see that DM was a bit much.
Telling the girl in the video I was gonna jerk off to it.
Even though we'd mutual-masturbated before.
It felt a little off now that everything was done.
I'd teased her cute angry reaction and gone overboard.
Oops.
Too late to apologize without looking lame.
That was when.
-(Photo)
A single photo came through the DM.
It was Han Chae-ah in the bathroom, lifting her blouse to show her bra.
A beige one matching her skin tone cradled her huge tits.
No face, but I could picture her beet-red expression perfectly.
What the hell?
She went to the bathroom during class to take this?
That's why no reply?
-Forgot to tell you today's underwear color, so here.
-Use it when you jerk off later.
This fucking girl.
She's driving me insane.
Imagining her shyly snapping that pic got me hard again.
-You took that pic during class?
-Naughty girl.
-Gonna jerk off to it like you said.
After sending that, I asked her once more.
-So, did you watch the video in class?
Another long silence.
Then the reply.
-Yeah. Back row, so I watched with earbuds.
I could see her face in my mind.
-Did it turn you on?
An obvious question.
-...Yeah.
-Love your honest side. Looks good on you.
-I'll film more later.
No reply.
But I knew that meant yes.
"How did it come to this...?"
Sitting in the bathroom stall, she couldn't let go of her phone.
The screen showed her own image.
Sucking cock so lewdly.
She couldn't tear her eyes from her view in Kim Jinwoo's perspective.
The one-minute clip he'd sent during class.
It was packed with her lunchtime deviance.
She'd thought seeing it once at the restaurant would kill the thrill.
But secretly watching during class, while everyone else studied, stirred a wicked sense of taboo.
And then.
-Fucking turns me on.
His words.
Saying her image was insanely hot.
-Gonna go home and jerk off to it?
Imagining him stroking that huge cock at home.
It all ignited Han Chae-ah.
Her head burned hot.
The floating, hazy feeling was bliss.
Why did hearing he got excited by her body sound so good?
"Hngh... if it turned you on that much, you should've gone harder."
She whispered so only she could hear.
Of course, she knew.
That Kim Jinwoo had held back out of consideration for her.
She was the one afraid of crossing that final line.
He'd stopped right at the edge, as if he knew her heart better than she did.
That must be why.
Why she couldn't forget that blowjob scene.
Why every time she watched the video, that pleasure surged back.
"Haa... haa... Sunbae..."
He had no idea.
Even now, as they DM'd.
That she was so aroused she was bucking her hips into empty air.
Mutual masturbation was fine.
But solo wasn't.
Sending her panty pic was her way of venting that pent-up lust.
-Forgot to tell you today's underwear color, so here.
She hadn't shared today's color.
So she sent it.
Not because she was a pervert.
-You took that pic during class?
-Naughty girl.
-Gonna jerk off to it like you said.
Aah.
Her heart raced.
Even being called a naughty girl for it felt good, not bad.
Because he treated her the same whether good or bad.
So she didn't have to care either.
-I'll film more later.
His DM had her looking forward to next time.
A bustling film set swarming with staff.
Love of Yeongdo (0°)
It was the hot topic of the season: Park Jung-hoo, hailed as Korea's romance film master, wielding the megaphone again after a long hiatus.
The male lead was Hwang Jun-ho, debut two years ago with zero flops, famous for his looks and acting chops—a rising star tipped to lead Korean cinema.
The female lead was Jung So-yul, 26, a decade-long veteran from child actress days, boasting top ticket power among 20-something actresses.
The director and casting alone had it generating buzz.
But the set atmosphere was anything but good.
"Cut! Let's take a break."
The director's voice boomed through the megaphone, heavier than usual.
Sighs echoed everywhere.
From staff already resigned to overtime.
"Sorry."
Jung So-yul, the culprit behind the NG, bowed her head.
Over ten NGs on the same scene, flubbing the same line mid-delivery.
Locking eyes with the male lead, whispering "I love you."
Just gaze and say the line—a simple part.
Normal So-yul would've nailed it effortlessly.
But she couldn't steady her trembling gaze, failing to finish the line.
Grumbles rose from all sides.
"Why keep messing up the same spot?"
"Heard from other crews she's a great actress—total bullshit?"
Staff bitching about the dragged-out schedule from repeated NGs.
"Haa."
So-yul sighed deeply, stroking her wrist.
"Sunbae, you okay?"
Her co-star Hwang Jun-ho approached with concern.
"I'm fine."
"Don't stress. Everyone slips up."
She looked at his smiling approach.
Couldn't say it.
Your face isn't my type, so I can't get into it.
She knew he was famously handsome, but after ten years in the industry, her standards were sky-high.
No leading man in any of her films had truly clicked.
Finicky tastes since childhood—not just men, but clothes, drinks, everything.
Call it sensitive.
Why she'd never had a scandal despite acting opposite countless actors since middle school.
Not even famously hot Hwang Jun-ho cut it for her.
Of course.
This level of immersion block was a first.
Four romance films under her belt.
Never struggled to immerse despite disliking co-stars' looks.
Even her last film's objectively ugly lead hadn't fazed her.
Why was this one so tough?
"Sunbae, drinks after wrap? Might help us bond."
"Know a spot—private room, celeb-friendly."
Ah, got it.
That shallow desire behind his smile.
Hwang Jun-ho's obvious intentions for the booze-up were crystal clear.
Film world was full of empty showboats.
Successful celebs always got ass-kissed, breeding egos.
Especially the pretty boys.
Because they were handsome.
Because they were celebs.
Pathetic self-importance.
Image was everything for actors.
As vital as talent.
If your acting wasn't irreplaceable, one image shatter and poof—career gone.
Yet here he was, making rash moves.
Did he not get how fatal scandals were for 20s actresses?
Hating how he approached women too casually because he knew he was hot.
Hating his clingy overreach when he was just a work partner.
Pathetic.
She finally knew why she couldn't immerse.
Her sharp senses had already sniffed out Hwang Jun-ho's sleazy lust.
"No thanks. I don't drink alone with co-stars till wrap. Can't let real-life mess with immersion."
"But sunbae, you've been off all shoot. Bonding might—"
"Jun-ho, you're crossing a line."
Irritating.
Why couldn't he take a hint?
No interest in you.
Something more important anyway.
"Sorry."
"No, my bad. You're looking out, and I'm not reciprocating. But don't cross lines."
"Got it."
Jung So-yul sensed this film wouldn't be easy.
After wrap.
"So-yul."
As she climbed into the car to head home, agency manager Yoo Seong-su spoke.
"Uncle, what's up?"
Not blood-related.
But he'd managed her since child acting days—habit stuck, now always "uncle."
"You know school starts this week, no skips? One more and you're dropped."
"...Do I really have to?"
"Yeonsung degree will pay off big in your career."
Yeonsung University.
Even as a busy child star, she'd followed his advice and kept studying.
"Never know when it'll come in handy. No need to kill yourself, but maintain minimum grades. Can't study at your age later."
Thanks to that, she took the CSAT and got into Yeonsung.
Child star fame plus timely adult pivot via college romance film casting.
That flick became a national smash, launching her current status.
Her success owed much to uncle's advice.
Belonging mattered; might as well finish slow, he'd said.
"Haa, degree seems useless for acting..."
"I know. But you've come this far—graduate. Just pass minimum credits; no issue."
"Fine."
Never regretted listening to uncle.