Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Acting Practice (7)
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Jeong Soyul collapsed, losing consciousness to the waves of pleasure.
I pulled out some tissues and carefully wiped her body clean.
I knew this would happen.
I figured she wouldn't be able to hold out and would go over the edge.
Good thing I brought tissues.
What would I have done otherwise?
As I cleaned Jeong Soyul's body with the tissues, I noticed the vivid kiss mark I'd left on her thigh.
'Did I bite too hard?'
This was the second time.
The second person I'd marked up like this.
I wondered if I'd gone too far, but thinking about Choi Young-do as I understood him—his possessiveness—it felt right.
And even if it hadn't been Choi Young-do, but me.
'I would've done the same.'
I'd blamed it on immersing myself in the role, but a big part of his character already mirrored me closely.
The way my body moved on instinct more than I expected.
The intense possessiveness and desire to conquer.
All of it was just like me.
That's why slipping into the role felt so natural.
It was why an amateur like me, with no real experience, could perform so flawlessly.
"Pretty."
I traced the kiss mark on her body with my finger.
"Nngh..."
Jeong Soyul's unconscious body twitched.
She'd lost consciousness, but her sensitized body was still responsive.
Her skin had become so hypersensitive from the intense stimulation—it had to be even worse now.
After wiping her down completely, I dressed her again.
But her soaked lower half meant her drenched panties were a problem.
'Should I make her wear them anyway, even if it's uncomfortable?'
I shook my head.
No, that wouldn't do.
I let out a heavy sigh, pondering for a moment.
"Hm?"
My eyes fell on the bag she'd brought with her.
The bag that had fallen to the floor when I pinned her down earlier.
Inside the bag on the floor...
"Well, look at this girl."
There was a fresh pair of panties in the exact same color.
"She came prepared, huh."
I knew it.
She really is one perverted girl.
Why do only perverts like this end up around me?
No wonder I'm turning into one too.
Damn these girls.
I was starting to understand why Sexgram had come to me.
With girls like this all around me, I needed something like it just to cope.
Ah, thanks, Sexgram.
Not long after I'd changed her panties for her...
"Ah!"
Jeong Soyul bolted upright.
"You're awake?"
"..."
She looked back and forth between me and herself.
"H-how long was I out?"
"Five minutes? Not that long."
"I... passed out, didn't I?"
"Yeah. Sometimes intense orgasms do that. Don't sweat it."
She clamped her mouth shut at my words.
Her face showed she was realizing what she'd done.
"Why... why did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"T-take off my clothes and grope me and lick me all over..."
"What's wrong with that?"
I asked in a casual tone, and she stammered, looking flustered instead.
"It's p-perverted! That was..."
"What we did?"
"Yes! Of course! Who acts out such lewd stuff during acting practice..."
I knew it.
This always happens at first—people can't accept it right away.
It's not easy to face.
Confronting those hidden desires inside you head-on isn't simple.
I get it.
She's shocked to meet the lust and perversion she'd buried deep within.
"You spread your legs yourself. You didn't resist."
"Th-that's because you told me to..."
Her face was beet red.
Late-blooming shame, leaving her at a loss.
"That's weird."
"W-what's weird?"
"What did we do?"
"Huh?"
"Answer me. What did we do?"
"W-well..."
You have to be shameless in moments like this.
The bolder one always wins.
Jeong Soyul couldn't respond.
Blushing like that.
You're showing too much that you're aware of it.
That's no good.
"Wasn't it acting practice?"
I beat her to the punch while she hesitated.
"What?"
"Acting practice. To help you immerse more in the role of Lee Ji-su. You called me in as a sub because that idiot Hwang Jun-ho was ruining your focus."
Turn it into something everyday.
Something normal.
Plant the idea that you're the weird one for thinking it's strange.
"Wasn't it?"
She'd say it was ridiculous.
Didn't matter.
Whatever she thought.
It had already happened, and she'd felt it fully.
Me? Far from receiving, I'd been the one giving.
I felt justified.
Sure, I'd gotten ridiculously hard, but it was all for Jeong Soyul.
For her immersion.
To make her one with Lee Ji-su.
I'd sacrificed myself.
"Wh-what are you..."
"Wasn't it? To me, it was just acting practice. Guess it wasn't for you."
"D-don't be ridiculous. For me too..."
"Yeah?"
"Of course it was!"
Jeong Soyul yelled to salvage her pride.
But hey, girl.
"Then why'd a girl like you orgasm and pass out?"
"Huh?"
"What kind of actress orgasms during practice, gushing fluids everywhere and blacking out?"
"Y-you're the one who made me orgasm in the first..."
"Made you how?"
"Y-you..."
She fidgeted with her fingers, mouth twitching like she wanted to say something.
"Speak. What did I do?"
"W-well, you see..."
I grabbed her chin, forcing eye contact as she tried to look away.
"Answer."
"Hngh!"
Her face flushed hot—maybe remembering the practice again.
"Don't get excited this time. I put fresh panties on you while you were out."
"Huh?"
Only then did she notice her panties felt dry, staring at me in shock.
"Cleaned you up nice while you were passed out and dressed you again. So..."
I smirked and continued.
"Don't get all hot thinking about it. You'd run out of underwear to wear home."
"Y-you crazy bastard!"
Her arm swung up.
I reflexively shot out my hand and caught her wrist before it could slap my cheek.
Heh.
I'd already figured that much.
"Huh?"
"Think I haven't been hit once or twice?"
"...Y-you're bragging about that...?"
"Damn right. Scars are a man's medals."
I flashed a victorious grin and let go of her arm.
"Anyway, this feels a bit unfair. I wiped you down so you wouldn't feel sticky, changed your clothes, and now I'm the one getting cursed at? Isn't that too much?"
"Ngh..."
She bit her lip.
"And what I just said was a warning, for your sake. You'd be the one uncomfortable if you got wet again. But you try to slap me over that."
"..."
"Maybe that's why actors get called selfish."
She couldn't refute.
She shut her mouth and hung her head.
"...Sorry."
"What? Couldn't hear you."
Jeong Soyul clenched her fists, squeezed her eyes shut, and spoke again.
"I'm sorry..."
"Sorry for what?"
"F-for trying to hit you after you helped me... I'm sorry."
"Good. I forgive you. Good guys like me are rare."
"..."
I asked Jeong Soyul, who pouted resentfully.
"So, wanna practice once more?"
"..."
"Answer."
At my commanding tone, her face flushed again.
Wait a sec, no way.
"Did my words turn you on?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"Sigh, this girl's not listening. Fine. I'll get my answer from your body."
"Wh-what does that..."
"Pants down."
"..."
"Drop your pants and show me if you're feeling it or not."
"Wh-why should I..."
"Don't want to?"
Jeong Soyul resisted.
This pervert.
Mouth says no, but her lips are twitching up.
Hell no, she wants it.
"If you don't want to, we're done here. Practice ends today."
"W-wait."
"Still not enough, huh?"
I stroked her chin as she called out urgently.
"You want more of that perverted craving filled. You want to be tormented plenty. Right?"
"N-no, that's not it."
"Then why'd you orgasm? From mere acting practice."
"..."
No answer.
This is why girls like her aren't honest.
Guess I have to make her honest.
"Or strip. Prove your innocence."
Her hands trembled.
"If you don't want to, scream now. You said it yourself—one button and security comes running. They'll stop me even if I try anything."
"..."
"Call those proud security guards. I'll get kicked out."
But Jeong Soyul didn't move.
Or rather, she didn't.
She just silently lowered her hands without a word.
And then.
"I-I'll strip."
Her hands went to her waistband.
I told her.
"Be Lee Ji-su. The one obeying orders is the pervert Lee Ji-su, not Jeong Soyul. Top star Jeong Soyul would never do this."
"Y-yeah. Jeong Soyul wouldn't do this. I'm... a hopeless pervert, Lee Ji-su. A lump of desire that doesn't want to be a doll."
She pulled down her pants.
Panties too, in one go.
And.
Drip.
Her lower half was already slick with fluids.
Not enough, huh.
"Your pussy's excited. You want to be ravaged that badly? Or..."
I placed a finger from my freshly washed hand on her pussy.
The sticky sensation.
I spread her twitching folds aside.
"Eeegh!"
"You got horny from obeying orders."
I brought my mouth to the ear of the speechless Jeong Soyul.
"Both, right?"
She—Lee Ji-su now—nodded at my whisper.
"Good girl. Listening well now."
"..."
"Lee Ji-su's a pervert, so she can. Right?"
Her body shuddered harder with each whisper.
Her eyes fixed on the blank screen.
The screen reflecting her and me.
Jeong Soyul stared intently at her reflection on the screen.
A mirror capturing the confident woman crumbling so clearly.
She nodded, gazing at the mirror's version of herself—opposite her usual poise.
"Y-yes. Lee Ji-su's a bitch in heat... She loves taking orders from a guy."
She was immersed now.
Maybe just pretending.
Didn't matter.
As long as she was honest with her desires.
That was enough.
"Good job."
I whispered in her ear and nibbled her earlobe.
"That's more like mine."
"Hah, hah."
Her breathing grew ragged.
But I wouldn't target her pussy now.
Making her drop her own pants was victory enough.
Now.
Time to make her desperate.
The hand that had tormented her pussy slid lower.
I knelt like before and gently took her foot.
"Finally, I'll defile your most lowly, vulgar spot."
I slipped off her slip-ons and peeled away her socks.
"Hah, what a foul stench."
"Ngh."
"Even noble ladies can't escape foot odor."
In truth, no smell at all.
Just the faint perfume clinging to her skin.
Words to shame her, nothing more.
"But don't worry. I'll dirty your feet with my scent."
"Hah, hah."
Jeong Soyul's eyes boiled with heat as she looked at me.
Our acting practice wasn't over yet.