Chapter 93
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Getting a Shot in the Practice Room
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Lee Soo-ah was genuinely swamped.
"Ugh, way too busy."
Even the occasional stolen moments to visit Hwaseong had become impossible now that her concert schedule was closing in.
She spent all day in the practice room drilling choreography and stage prep, squeezing in fixed schedules on top of that.
To top it off, drama scripts were pouring in, and she hadn't slept more than four hours a day in ages.
Yet somehow, she endured—thanks, ironically, to Kang Jik's semen.
"This is seriously amazing..."
Exactly 48 hours.
After sex, for that window, her body wouldn't tire out quickly even if it felt fatigued, and her mind never crumbled under exhaustion.
Of course, she still couldn't pull all-nighters.
A short nap was all it took to bounce back full of energy.
That's why she'd planned to visit Kang Jik right before the effects wore off, before morning sickness hit again.
She only realized she'd forgotten once the deadline had passed and nearly a full day had slipped by.
"Ugh."
"You okay? Should we take a break?"
"Ugh... Yeah. Just a short one."
"Soo-ah, you good? Hospital?"
"Ugh... No... I'm fine... urp."
Her condition plummeted rapidly.
Nausea surged up.
Oh, right—I'm pregnant.
In her dizzy haze, she nearly muttered it aloud in front of everyone.
She checked her remaining pregnancy time.
About a day left.
This won't do.
Her current life mattered, sure—but nothing topped her baby.
The SSS-grade ability and skill it would bring.
She lived this grind for those kids.
"Ugh, I miss him."
Chills and fever swept her body, and Kang Jik's face was the first thing that came to mind.
She wasn't even sure what her feelings were anymore.
It started as business. Post-pregnancy, she'd engineered a closer tie disguised as business.
Not emotions—just that being with him made her the ideal hunter she craved. No reason to avoid it.
They'd keep meeting for sex and semen; why push away someone who fit her type?
She'd even liquidated over half her assets for it.
So she'd committed to a public romance for convenience.
True or not, the moment she chose it, it became her lifelong truth.
That satisfaction hit right after.
Back to her packed routine, fully immersed.
She no longer chased vague hunter dreams; she buzzed daily awaiting her newborn skill.
So when Kang Jik showed up, she approached like a lover, arms open, at ease.
This feeling. This comfort.
Morning sickness nearly killed her, but hope in his arrival never failed.
Perfect.
She gave him what he wanted; he gave her what she craved.
She'd sacrifice parts of her life for this balance.
"During the concert?"
But Kang Jik crossed another line.
Instant revulsion bubbled up.
What was it?
A familiar twinge.
Like their first time: agreed on simple insertion and ejaculation, but he dove in passionately, tongues tangling like lovers.
He always nudged past her boundaries by a step.
Yet vague enough that pushing back felt petty.
Calculated, almost. Or maybe she depended on him too much to complain.
Her response stayed lukewarm.
"You know how packed concert days are? People everywhere, breaks in minutes."
Sex during that?
A few minutes was ideal for her: pure insertion and creampie.
But feasible?
Her mind ran the math.
Ridiculous.
Not if—it shouldn't happen.
Even if, it was her 11th anniversary show.
After skimping sleep for perfection—backstage, in stage costume, quickie with Kang Jik?
While tens of thousands of fans chanted her name in the lull?
"No regrets?"
To her conflicted pushback, he whispered slyly, tempting.
Like Pavlov's dog, her pussy twitched.
She knew she didn't need the details.
His proposals never disappointed her once.
Beyond expectations, even—warping her routine, their bond became much deeper than planned.
Who'd have thought?
She'd guarded most against him infiltrating her daily life under business pretense.
"...What is it?"
"You'll see once we try."
Seeing his smile, she thought of him as both reliable and insane.
His features now sharper and more handsome somehow.
He cupped her thigh where she gripped his cock; she draped her arms around him naturally.
Didn't dodge his approaching lips; minty scent flooded her mouth, numbing her nose.
"Hng..."
Her head spun; body ignited like it struck flint.
Pussy clenched, juices flowing; her form yearned for his touch, as if she's long-starved.
Weird.
Each time she felt stranger.
It's addictive—this scent, this sensation. As if there's no escape.
Dangerous, yet her daily life lacked that awareness.
Life without it is unimaginable; she savored his thick, rough tongue.
Her bare back—exposed under practice clothes—hit the cold mirror.
"Hk..."
The mirror cradled her back; Kang Jik pressed forward, light pressure pinning her down.
His cock prodded through the fabric-thin training pants, right at her slit.
Two layers but no barrier; he thrust firm and heavy, it felt like electric going through her whole body.
Perched butt on the barre cock, she felt its weight steadier.
His hand slipped under her loose top and shoved her sports bra aside, kneading her breasts like dough.
Sweaty, sticky from the day's practice—smeared flesh further amplified the texture.
Meanwhile, her pants and panties are yanked down; with her legs hoisted, the cool air kissed her pussy just as his impatient cock stabbed in.
Precum-slick glans surged inside; her soaked folds gripped and sucked it deep.
"Ha-ut..."
Weird.
She wasn't this wet before.
Not that sensitive; sex never spiked her lust much.
She'd thought.
That she became more tamed, now.
Her daily life sparked no more urges.
Post-Kang Jik sex, her normal desires vanished.
Other guys—even hot idols or actors at broadcasts—did nothing for her primal side.
But his touch unleashed pent-up floods.
Like now: her pussy drenched like she'd pissed herself. No foreplay, just a kiss—yet this thick rod slid in painlessly, pleasure surging.
Squelch. Squelch-squelch.
Vulgar sounds from an idol craved by all, with each thrust.
"Hahk... Hahk..."
No holding back—raw moans as her hips bucked, neck arched back.
She saw it.
Herself in the mirror behind: lewdest face ever.
Butt on ballet barre, body surrendered to Kang Jik, writhing in ecstasy. Cock plunged in-out, pussy gushing silken threads downward.
Pants tangled mid-thigh, panties dangling below her spread legs.
Half-dressed fuck like a desperate piss in a stall—it was both primal and beastly.
Breasts—unbound, heaving uncontrollably—jiggled through her hiked-up clothes, all reflected in the mirror.
Strands of her hair cascading down.
Flushed face.
Half-lidded eyes.
Mouth agape, ragged breaths.
It was awkward for Soo-ah—this is the first time seeing this new self in a mirror—she was smiling lewdly.
Beautifully and utterly slutty.