Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Acting Practice (6)
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How the hell did things end up like this?
Jung Soyul—no, Lee Jisoo—couldn't wrap her head around the current situation.
Thanks to Kim Jinwoo's acting, she'd sunk so deeply into the character of Lee Jisoo.
She could feel it.
The desires she harbored.
The self-destructive urges she kept hidden.
She understood them all.
Her family had raised her with care, intending to use her someday for the good of the clan.
Just like medieval noble houses, they dreamed of forging even greater power—corporate might—through marriage.
She was exhausted by their desires.
They didn't cherish her because they loved the girl named Lee Jisoo.
It was her value.
Her beauty.
And her status as the clan's prized daughter.
They treasured her because she was a tool they could use.
Because she was the key to growing the family even stronger.
That's why Lee Jisoo had always felt this suffocating frustration somewhere deep inside.
They treated her well, of course.
But she knew it didn't stem from seeing her as a 'person.'
And that's when he appeared—Choi Youngdo.
The first man to look at her not as the chaebol heiress Lee Jisoo, but just as Jisoo.
He came from the rock bottom of life, utterly vulgar.
But that's precisely why he was more honest than anyone.
Yeah.
That's why Lee Jisoo was drawn to Choi Youngdo.
Even as she tried to shake him off to the bitter end, she couldn't let go completely.
But...
How the hell did things end up like this?
She'd immersed herself too deeply.
Not just anyone, but she'd let him undress her without resistance, spreading her legs at his command.
Exposing her breasts.
Showing off her slutty panties.
And the fact that she, lost in Lee Jisoo, was so turned on by it all that her pussy was dripping wet.
The fact that she'd come wearing such skimpy underwear that barely covered her slit.
She'd revealed it all.
Her head burned hot.
She couldn't understand her own actions.
Letting Kim Jinwoo—no, Choi Youngdo—do whatever he wanted.
No matter how immersed she was.
Thump, thump.
She couldn't comprehend spreading her own legs to show him her pussy.
Why?
I...
I'm the greatest actress...
"No, you're not."
Kim Jinwoo—Choi Youngdo—was looking at her.
With an expression like he'd read her thoughts.
"Right now, you're not Jung Soyul. Don't break your immersion. You're not the top actress Jung Soyul—you're the beautiful doll from a chaebol family who craves attention and love for herself."
Jung Soyul bit her lip at his words.
He saw it?
My hesitation?
To that guy?
This ordinary college kid, who's never acted once, saw through my broken immersion?
How did he know?
How the hell did you...
"I can tell just by looking in your eyes. Whether you're focused on the acting or not."
"......"
"So focus. We're not done yet."
Gulp.
Jung Soyul swallowed hard at Choi Youngdo's words.
And she became Lee Jisoo again.
The doll who'd met her ideal type.
Excited to the brim after encountering the stud who could handle her.
Lee Jisoo, desperate to prove she wasn't just a chaebol doll.
But a human with desires.
What would that Lee Jisoo say in this moment?
What would she say to the man kneeling before her, tongue out, ready to lick her pussy any second?
Gazing at the beast who'd left his marks all over her body?
What would she say?
"Hah, hah... Do it quick... please."
There was only one answer.
A sweet plea.
Craving pleasure.
Craving proof that she was alive.
A human's desperate wish.
No.
A vulgar wish.
She begged.
Begged him to suck her pussy.
Because her nipples were rock-hard from arousal, and her hole was soaked through.
To feel every inch of her.
She forced strength into her trembling legs and spoke.
And Kim Jinwoo's tongue licked her down there.
"Hngh!!"
Kim Jinwoo's tongue lapped at her precious, untouched, slutty pussy that no one had ever invaded.
She felt Choi Youngdo's breath.
"Haht!"
Her back arched like a bow at the unfamiliar sensation of his tongue.
A hot, wet tongue roughly scraped over her sensitive mucous membranes.
The sanctuary that had never allowed any intrusion was now soaked in Kim Jinwoo's saliva.
Why did it feel so good?
It was just a tongue licking her.
It should feel disgusting.
It should be revolting.
So why was her body heating up like this?
She'd never felt affection for anyone before.
A man's approach had always just been annoying, a source of scandals.
But why did this feel so...
"Ah, ngh! You're... too hot..."
She grabbed Kim Jinwoo's head tightly with both hands.
Not to push him away.
Her legs were giving out, so she instinctively clung to him for support.
Slurp, smack, lick.
The obscene wet sounds echoed through the empty theater.
She couldn't believe it.
These sounds coming from her own pussy?
From licking her panties?
She looked down at Kim Jinwoo, his nose buried in her crotch.
He, playing Choi Youngdo, didn't stop.
Like a beast starved for days, he greedily sucked down her juices.
Dirty.
Vulgar.
What's so good about that?
It's just a piss hole.
What's appealing about that filthy spot?
About the place leaking fluid that reeks of sex?
But one thing was certain.
His tongue felt good.
'Dirty... but it feels so good.'
Her mind flashed white.
She was Lee Jisoo, the eldest daughter of Korea's top chaebol family.
A body that should be the purest and most noble in the world.
A body that should always smell sweet and fragrant.
But right now, Choi Youngdo from the gutters was defiling it.
Violating her deepest parts with his spit and tongue.
Corruption.
The wicked thrill of being perfectly corrupted by his mouth sent shivers up her spine, zapping her brain.
"Hah, ngh! There, right there...!"
The tip of Kim Jinwoo's tongue relentlessly flicked her swollen clit, pea-sized and throbbing.
Even through her panties, the sensation was so raw.
Her legs nearly buckled.
"See it, miss?"
Kim Jinwoo pulled his mouth away briefly, whispering with wet lips.
Her love juices glistened on the corners of his mouth.
"Look ahead."
He nodded toward the front.
The blank screen.
On the massive black surface.
A faint but clear silhouette was projected.
A woman with pants down to her ankles, legs spread wide, clinging to a man.
His face buried between her thighs in the most lascivious scene imaginable.
"That's you, Lee Jisoo. The real you that you've always wanted to show—the vulgar, slutty you."
"Ahh..."
"Acting all high and mighty, so aloof. But deep down, you're a bitch in heat dying to spread your legs and get fucked."
His insults whipped through the air and struck her.
Humiliating.
But that shame ignited her, clenching her core even tighter.
"So fucking hot. Beautiful."
The way he whispered it right against her pussy was so lewd, it was music to her ears.
The hot breath hitting her with every word stimulated her more.
She wanted to feel more.
To have him rip off that thin, pointless scrap of fabric and lick her bare pussy.
To strip off her panties.
But he deliberately didn't.
"Answer me. Who do you belong to?"
"I, I'm..."
"The family's doll? Or my personal bitch?"
He didn't wait for an answer, burying his face again.
This time, not just his tongue—his whole mouth latched onto her labia, sucking hard.
The narrow strip barely covered anything anymore; it had lost all function beyond that.
The sensation of him sucking her protruding lips.
It felt like her soul was being yanked out.
"Aaaah! You, you! Yours! Youngdo, I'm yours... st-stop!"
In the end, Jung Soyul—no, Lee Jisoo—crumbled.
Family honor, pride as the heiress—none of it mattered.
Only the instinct to submit to the man giving her this pleasure remained.
"That's right. You're mine."
Kim Jinwoo's eyes gleamed.
"Then I need to mark you. So no one can steal you away."
He pulled back and pressed his lips to the innermost soft flesh of her thigh.
Suuuuck!
"Kyaaak!"
A sharp pain unlike pleasure, mixed with suction, hit her.
The force sucking like it would tear off a chunk of flesh.
"Let go! It hurts, it huuuurts!"
She squirmed, but Kim Jinwoo gripped her thigh tight, not letting go.
Blood rushed in, veins bursting.
A dark red bruise bloomed on her pale skin.
Only after sucking long and hard did he finally release.
"Hah, hah..."
Jung Soyul nearly collapsed, legs giving out.
On her inner thigh, right next to her panty line, a vivid red mark stood out.
Unmistakably a hickey.
The beastly brand of a man brimming with possessiveness.
Kim Jinwoo stroked it satisfiedly with his thumb.
"Now, wherever you go, you'll only think of me."
"......"
"Won't wash off. Every time you change clothes, hit the bathroom, look in the mirror—you'll see this mark and remember."
He leaned in, wet lips approaching like he would kiss her.
"Who your master is."
Without thinking, Lee Jisoo's lips parted.
Slightly open, ready to accept his kiss.
She stuck out her tongue.
Not the emotionless kiss scenes she'd faked before, but a real one, full of her true feelings.
She wanted to share it with this man right now.
Their eyes met.
He drew closer.
This lovable man.
The man who loved her, drawing near.
Her master, who'd carved his name into her body.
Now about to mark her lips too, claiming his territory.
Ahh.
I want it.
Want to kiss this man.
Spit out even stronger desires to each other.
More.
Do more to me.
Ruin me completely...
But was this Lee Jisoo's desire?
Or her own?
That much wasn't clear.
Choi Youngdo met her gaze and smiled with his eyes.
"You should've seen your own face right now."
Extreme arousal, pain, and conquest mingled, pushing her toward the brink.
She was shaking her hips without realizing.
Desperate to fulfill her lust.
Shaking her ass like a cheap dancer.
She'd never done that anywhere—not even those tacky dances on variety shows.
But in front of Kim Jinwoo, she danced vulgarly.
His fingers headed down there.
"If you want it, move your panties aside yourself."
"......"
"Then I'll give it to you."
A mischievous grin.
She saw her reflection in his eyes.
A woman grinning lewdly.
Lee Jisoo? Or Jung Soyul?
Didn't matter.
She couldn't even tell if she was acting anymore.
The boundary between performance and reality, always crystal clear, had blurred completely.
"You want it right now, don't you?"
His whispering voice made her nod.
She wanted it.
Wanted to climax.
To experience an orgasm she'd never felt before, through this man.
Legs spread vulgarly, she guided his hand down.
And...
"I... moved it aside..."
She pulled her panties to the side.
Her pussy, slick with arousal, lay exposed.
"Good girl."
And he knelt again.
Kim Jinwoo's face dove into her pussy.
In that instant, she crossed the threshold.
Her thighs trembled in spasms.
"I'm, I'm cumming, gonna cum! Jin, Jinwoo, I'm cumming, cuuuuming! Please... let me cum!"
She grabbed his hair, shoving his face into her wetness.
Begging him to eat her.
To let her go.
Kim Jinwoo chuckled and thrust his tongue deep, just as she wanted.
Twitch, twitch.
Her inner walls convulsed wildly, squirting clear juices in a gush.
"Aaaaaahhh!!"
With a scream that tore through the theater, the greatest actress collapsed on stage.
Slumped on the floor, her eyes rolled back white.
No cut called.
This wasn't acting.
Her, collapsed.
Him, still standing tall.
The height difference perfectly captured their master-slave dynamic.
As consciousness faded, Jung Soyul realized.
This man was the one she'd always wanted.
The one who could dominate and possess her.
But still.
Whether it belonged to Lee Jisoo or herself remained unclear.
One thing was certain, though.
It felt good.
So good she wanted more.