Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Acting Practice (5)
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I saw it.
The face of Jeong Soyul illuminated as the screen lit up.
Her gaze fixed on my face, unable to tear away.
But that wasn't Jeong Soyul's.
It was Lee Jisoo's, the character she was immersed in.
Completely lost in Lee Jisoo, she stared straight through me with utter captivation.
A woman trapped in the gilded cage of her chaebol family, her heart stolen for the first time by a beast who handled her roughly.
The emotions of that role were paralyzing Jeong Soyul's reason.
'She's completely hooked.'
Forgetting her own situation in total immersion.
Wasn't that the pinnacle for an actor?
Right now, she was entirely Lee Jisoo.
'This should be enough.'
Our deal was for me to help with her acting.
Once her skills were up to par, my job was done.
An actress of her caliber only needed a push to start; she didn't require further advice.
Meaning there was no need for me to help more.
It was perfect enough to stop the scene right here.
But.
'I haven't gotten my reward yet.'
The condition of our contract was clear: just one thing.
In exchange for my help, she'd show me an expression she never showed anyone else.
Of course, her current one was nice to look at.
'But this is Lee Jisoo's expression.'
Not Jeong Soyul's.
Still not snapped out of immersion, Jeong Soyul was looking at me as Lee Jisoo.
How could I make this woman reveal an expression she'd never show anyone else?
The method was simple.
Push her to the limit.
Drive it to the extreme until the immersion breaks and pull out Jeong Soyul's true expression.
That was the surefire way to draw out the face she'd never show others.
So my task was straightforward.
Don't stop the acting here.
Escalate the situation between Choi Young-do and Lee Jisoo even further to drag out Jeong Soyul, not Lee Jisoo.
Of course, there was a simple way.
Just ask Jeong Soyul to make that expression she doesn't show others.
But that.
'Wouldn't be fun.'
No appeal either.
An expression like that has no value if requested outright.
It had to be one she never shows 'anyone.'
Not even one she knew she had.
I planned to make her wear that kind of face.
'Jeong Soyul herself hasn't snapped out of the immersed atmosphere yet.'
I steadied my breathing and set the mood.
"Why no answer?"
I lifted her chin.
Pressed my thumb against her wet lips, forcing them apart.
"...Huh?"
"I said I love you. Prove it back."
"Pro...ve...?"
"Words don't convince me. Show me with your body. That you want me more than that disgusting family mansion."
Lines not in the script.
Obviously made up by me.
Just ad-lib to deepen our immersion.
How would she handle it?
I stared her down.
Jeong Soyul's dilated pupils turned back to me.
Still hesitating?
Can't be that slow.
Right now, you're being courted by such a tough guy.
This man's impatient; he's not used to waiting.
Forgot what kind of man I am?
My hand gripped her ass over the leggings.
"Hah!"
Startled by the sudden touch, Jeong Soyul flinched.
But I didn't stop.
I wasn't the type to stop after grabbing a celebrity's ass.
Stopping here would just make me some pervert who groped a top actress.
Right now, I was touching her ass for the acting.
Nothing else.
"Say it. That you want me. That you're dying to get impaled on me."
Jeong Soyul's eyes wavered.
Acting? Or real?
She looked confused.
But as our unwavering gazes met, her expression began to unify.
It was professional resolve.
The determination not to stop once started.
Her trembling hand reached for my shirt buttons.
"...I want you."
A wet voice leaked from her lips.
"I want... to have you. Choi Young-do."
Bingo.
I grinned and scooped her up.
Her legs wrapped around my waist.
"That's right. That's the answer, miss."
I gripped her ass hard.
"Heut!"
A moan escaped Jeong Soyul—no, Lee Jisoo's—lips.
"Own me..."
Lee Jisoo's eyes on me burned with deep desire.
A beautiful woman begging to be owned.
The cherished daughter of a chaebol house.
But she hated that treatment more than anyone, a free-spirited young lady.
"Take me out of this family... the one I despise, that treats me like mere decoration..."
She pleaded desperately with me.
To own her.
That she wanted me.
If she said it that much.
I had no choice but to oblige.
I felt the same way.
"No other man will ever have you. You're mine. Only I can own you."
I unzipped her hoodie.
Ziiip.
The zipper slid down, revealing the white skin hidden beneath.
Her collarbone rising above the purple bra, the upper curve of her full breasts.
Skin so white it dazzled under the screen's light.
"Ah..."
Cool air hit her bare skin, making Jeong Soyul tremble.
But she didn't pull away.
Instead, she squared her shoulders, thrusting her body toward me like she was showing it off.
That's what Lee Jisoo would do.
She'd do anything to bare more to Choi Young-do.
Fitting for her, fully immersed in the character.
Confidence filled her eyes on me.
Go ahead, do as you like. Ruin me.
That's what her eyes said.
No words needed.
Reciting lines through expression.
Conveying the character with just face and vibe.
A true pro actor.
Meanwhile, I had to speak the lines.
"Beautiful."
That's what Choi Young-do would say.
No.
A bit cruder.
"Fuck, what a body I wanna devour. The best I've ever seen."
"......"
"This pricey, noble body—how much did it cost to maintain? A ton, right."
As crude as possible.
"And bodies that cost a fortune always taste the best. Don't they?"
She nodded at my question, as Lee Jisoo.
"...Tastier than anyone's."
Words she'd never utter herself.
The noble chaebol lady Lee Jisoo accepted my vulgarity straight up.
I released her thigh and slowly knelt at her feet.
Looked up at her.
Lee Jisoo looking down was arrogant.
But even that arrogance was permitted by me.
I wasn't kneeling to worship.
Just a predator's stance to devour prey from below.
"Yeah. Untouched by anyone."
I buried my face in her smooth abdomen.
Lick.
Licked long around her navel.
Rough tongue scraping tender skin.
"Heut, ugh..."
Her abs twitched and clenched.
"Expensive care from the family, no scars, pampered to perfection."
I flattened my tongue, sucking her side and ribs thoroughly.
Saliva trailed glistening paths over white skin.
"I'm dirtying that pristine canvas."
Slurp, suuuck.
Sucked hard, filling my mouth with flesh.
Pressure reddened the skin.
This wasn't service.
Territorial marking.
Like a dog pissing on a pole.
I was imprinting my saliva and teeth marks on the chaebol lady Lee Jisoo, claiming her as mine.
The subject herself stared intently.
As if committing it to memory.
"Haa, ha, more... defile me..."
She moaned, cradling my head.
"This body they treasure so much... cover it in your scent, Young-do..."
She was enjoying it too.
The thrill of her binding nobility crashing down, soaked in my spit.
"As you wish."
My tongue climbed higher.
My mouth stripped her clothes.
Explored her body.
The path of my saliva dirtied her more and more.
The hoodie was already discarded on the floor.
Only one thing covered her upper body.
The purple bra that suited her perfectly.
"Haa, haa."
I bit the bra with my lips.
Excitement filled Lee Jisoo's eyes on me.
Take it off.
Do more, faster.
Eyes craving desire.
Craving corruption.
Aimed at me.
I stripped the underwear off.
"Heut!"
The forcibly removed bra brushed her nipple, making Lee Jisoo shudder.
She bit her lip, suppressing bursting pleasure.
I bent my knees and waist, slipping my arms under her armpits.
Then devoured her breast greedily.
Slurp.
"Hah! Huuu... D-don't stop. More... defile me more."
The desire to fall.
To break free from restraint.
To be owned by a strong man.
One with Lee Jisoo's heart, Jeong Soyul trembled, accepting my marking on her body.
Ripening.
The maturing female form was ready.
Pupils dilated, breasts swollen.
Nipples erect, asserting presence, breaths ragged.
Sweat over her body mixed with my saliva, blurring the line.
The empty theater, just us two, had become the secret warehouse where Lee Jisoo was abducted.
A space no one entered.
Isolated with only two people.
Jeong Soyul as Lee Jisoo looked at me.
Her eyes begged for me.
"Own me. Make me yours."
Ahh.
If she said that now.
I couldn't refuse.
"Spread your legs."
I commanded her.
The noble lady obediently spread wider than shoulder-width at the crude man's words.
Shrrk.
I grabbed the leggings and pulled down to her ankles.
Between legs like white jade.
Panties the same color as the bra appeared.
Except.
"Wearing something naughty."
The coverage was too small—lewd underwear.
Thin panties barely hiding her neatly groomed mound.
No different from a thong, already wet and glistening.
"Th-this is sponsored..."
"Sure. Companies gift that stuff to chaebol ladies."
I quashed the immersion-breaking line.
Not yet.
Don't wake up.
We continue a bit more.
"See? How slutty you are."
I buried my nose in her inner thigh and inhaled deeply.
"The scent..."
Her face flushed red.
"No expensive perfume. Useless. Right now, you just smell like a bitch in heat."
"D-don't say that... haa..."
"Now I'll mix in my scent. So it never washes off."
I glared at the underwear covering her most private slit.