Chapter 104

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 104

Chapter Title: 'Heart Flutters' Operation (♡)

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The bizarre sensation of an astonishingly warm, sticky mucus-like love juice enveloping my cock...

I grabbed Han Woo-hee's thighs hard and growled.

"If you don't want to waddle your ass to that audition or whatever, spit it out straight. How many times have you done it?"

"...Ahht."

At my words, Han Woo-hee heaved her chest as if her breath might give out, then averted her gaze in embarrassment and mumbled.

"...It's been so long since the last time, and I woke up horny as hell... Eh?!"

I threw my weight onto Han Woo-hee's body to shut her up and thrust hard against her cervix.

"Don't change the subject. How many times?"

"Guh?! I-I don't know... Ever since I woke up, whenever the urge hit, I touched it... M-maybe an hour? Two...? I tried to be as gentle as possible without too much stimulation..."

"......"

No wonder her pussy felt so swollen from the start.

"An hour or two my ass. It's already well past evening. You slut. You should've known when to stop, or you'll wreck your pussy for good."

I'd planned to fuck her hard front and back today, but considering tomorrow, it looked like her pussy needed a break.

"Still, since it's in, let's finish clean."

"O-okay-, Eek?!"

I seized Han Woo-hee's hips and shook my waist wildly.

After just inserting and staying still for a while, the sudden intense back-and-forth sent Han Woo-hee arching her neck sharply as she started climaxing.

Not sure if it'd even register, but I gave her one warning anyway.

"Gonna finish quick, so clamp that pussy tight. Got it?"

Not like pulling out and shoving back in—more like using the momentum to relentlessly pound my cock in.

I rocked my body so hard the bed frame creaked loudly.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, splat, squelch-!

"Haak, urgh, y-you're too rough! Hnng, aguk?!"

Pussy juice gushed out messily from her entrance in no time, splashing wetly, and Han Woo-hee let out lewd moans without even the wits to respond.

Thanks to her thrashing around, yanking and shoving the blankets like a maniac, the bed turned into a disaster, but I kept slamming my hips into her crotch regardless.

"Cumming!"

Soon enough, I reached a pretty satisfying release.

Spurt, splurt, spluuurt-!

"Kuh, kugh...?!"

No need to ask how it felt to have her masturbation-heated pussy ravaged mercilessly.

Her connected ass jiggled, transmitting her slender tremors. At the ends of her long legs, her toes curled up tight.

From Han Woo-hee's slack, almost vacant mouth, filthy foam-flecked drool dribbled down.

I tapped her cheek with my palm and said.

"Senior, snap out of it. About to stick it in your ass now—get your head straight or it'll break you."

My body shivered uncontrollably.

Han Woo-hee trembled in an orgasm that wrapped her whole body, threatening to buckle her waist any second.

At least bracing herself on the bed with both arms kept her somewhat steady, but she couldn't stop her waist from jerking uncontrollably.

The script she'd read countless times until the ending was frayed, the audition in New York soon, the booked flight—none of it remained in her head.

Only the pleasure coiling around her body and the intoxicating thrill of being held by Jung Woo-jin swirled violently inside her.

Just lowering her head a bit let her watch in awe as his massive cock plunged deep into her body over and over.

Watching it, Han Woo-hee couldn't hold back her ragged breath and yelled out hot gasps.

"More, more! Pound me harder-!!"

Jung Woo-jin gave her an exasperated look and said.

"Who was it begging me to go easy...? Senior, I told you to get it together. You skipping the audition?"

True to his word, Jung Woo-jin was rocking his hips gently.

But the one who couldn't hold back was Han Woo-hee.

Forgetting her earlier words, she whimpered and reached back with one hand to spread her ass cheek where his cock was thrusting in.

"Yeah, ah! Getting ass-fucked feels too good! Urk?! F-fuck, I don't even need to go—pound my back pussy harder!!"

"Jeez. Even this from my senior... Almost there. Clamp tight."

"Haak! Go-good, so good! Mark my ass!!"

Even Jung Woo-jin, who'd been gently thrusting until then, honored her wish for the final sprint, grabbing her sides and yanking her back roughly.

Slam, smack, slam, smack, smack-!

In the mind-shattering frenzy of pounding, Han Woo-hee gaped her mouth and expelled stifled breaths.

"Kuhk, krgh, uhaak?!"

This felt like the absolute limit, an unbearable peak—but astonishingly, it wasn't; even stronger waves kept crashing, repeating the shudders.

Then, tears burst from Han Woo-hee's eyes unbidden.

And it wasn't something she could control on purpose.

Her blurring vision vaguely caught Jung Woo-jin's sturdy body looming suddenly close.

Soon, the dizzying weight pressing down on her entire body. The powerful arms wrapping her inescapably gave Han Woo-hee both crushing pressure and immense exhilaration.

'Ahh... How can it be this...!'

Even pondering it deeply, it was too obvious.

This was just the natural instinct of a female clinging to a dominant male.

Han Woo-hee shuddered at the ticklish pleasure rising from her anus, stretched wide by his thick cock, and let out a muffled moan.

"Ah, ahh, aaaa...! Cumming in my ass...!"

Jung Woo-jin's intense movements halted, but Han Woo-hee vividly felt his cock twitching deep in her sore-stretched anus, pouring something out.

She knew cumming there didn't mean much.

Yet the sensation of semen battering her walls felt just like hitting her womb, so Han Woo-hee clung to Jung Woo-jin with all her might, arms numb.

I woke up refreshed that morning, got a dutiful morning service from Han Woo-hee using her mouth freshly rinsed with mouthwash as her pussy seal, then headed to the 'Paranormal' set.

The morning shoot was nearly wrapping up, but Jennifer's NG count was still stuck at 1.

So the first method I tried to induce an NG from Jennifer Weisz was...

The so-called 'Heart Flutters' Operation.

During breaks on set, Jennifer often trotted over to chat with me, and even I wasn't dumb enough to miss that she had some kind of crush on me.

In that sense, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the 'Heart Flutters' Operation was all about deliberate physical contact to throw off her acting.

Sure, it sounded ridiculous, but given Jennifer's pure, innocent image, I figured it was worth a shot.

"Right?! Artists have to work with their real feelings in the moment—force it, and you get half-baked crap. But that guy wouldn't get it no matter how I explained! Woo-jin, you're so easy to talk to, that's why I like you!"

That "guy" was the famous producer she'd collaborated with on this album.

Honestly, this was the third time hearing this story.

"Yeah? Haha. I've done drama OSTs in Korea, nothing official album-wise, but still."

"Oh?! Really? What's the song? No, wait—let's listen together now!"

No idea why she didn't use wireless earbuds, but Jennifer rummaged in her pocket and pulled out those same wired ones from before.

"Want me to search it?"

"Here, the earbud—ah...!"

Perfectly timed, her move to pop the earbud in my ear overlapped with my reach to type the song into her smartphone's YouTube, creating an 'accidental' touch.

Squish-.

I put real effort into making it look natural, and my elbow—extended just a tad too far—grazed her ample breast, giving me a vivid tactile memory.

"Uh, uhh.... Um...."

Jennifer froze like a statue in the middle of fitting the earbud, her neck and earlobes slowly flushing red.

"Ah! Jennifer, sorry. My bad...."

It was exactly—no, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠better than—I'd hoped, so while I apologized outwardly, I cheered inwardly.

And as luck would have it, the assistant director's call rang out right then.

"Shooting resumes soon! Actors, touch up makeup! Props team! Props team, over here quick!"

Hearing shooting was restarting, Jennifer shot up from her chair reflexively, but her movements ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were stiff like a glitchy robot. Her face stayed flushed too.

"I-I gotta go shoot...!"

Head bowed, avoiding eye contact, she spun and bolted toward the set.

"Hm...."

Felt like prickly stares, so I turned—Catherine was watching me from afar.

Yeah, totally expected.

I knew she was watching somewhere, but to draw an NG from unflappable Jennifer, I needed some ploy.

Seeing Jennifer dash off awkwardly confirmed it was worth trying.

I eased back into my chair and murmured softly.

"Please...."