Chapter 107
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: Let Moisturizing Yield to the Pussy (♡)
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After approaching Catherine Tramell and asking about the action scene.
Jennifer hovered unusually close to Catherine. Almost like she was wary of me talking to Catherine alone.
So even when I tried to approach Catherine to speak, Jennifer would suddenly pop up, forcing us into a three-way conversation.
But in the end, it was just a simple condition of approaching and speaking to her first five times. I mostly fulfilled it when Jennifer stepped away to the bathroom.
– Approach and speak to ‘Catherine Tramell’ first. (4/5)
And now, the moment to complete that condition had arrived.
“Catherine!”
“Oh! Woo-jin, got more questions?”
Catherine, who had grown noticeably closer lately, now greeted me with a slight flash of teeth.
“I'm still working on the moves you showed me last time, but thanks to you, it's gotten way better. Thanks for helping every time.”
“Really? Glad to hear it. Keep practicing. Woo-jin, your physique isn't bad... no, it's pretty solid, so you'll improve fast.”
While chatting with her, I discreetly checked the secondary condition.
Training coach, huh.
It was a term used universally in sports.
I got that this coach named Jim Miller was connected to Catherine somehow, but no clue what kind he was.
It could mean a physical trainer who specialized in conditioning and weight management for actors or athletes. Or maybe a coach for boxing or soccer.
How should I bring it up?
“Uh, hey, Catherine.”
“Yeah?”
After a moment's thought, I spoke to Catherine, who was tilting her head.
“Thing is, practicing action stuff or working out in the dorm is kinda tricky. Know any good gyms nearby?”
Instead of asking straight about Jim Miller, I made it sound like I was scouting gyms.
“Uh, um... There's a place I go sometimes when I have time, but it's not really for acting practice...”
Her reaction suggested it wasn't an acting gym, so I quickly added,
“Not just for acting. I'll be around here a lot during filming, so learning some martial arts or sports might be cool. It's all about using your body anyway—could come in handy, right?”
Catherine pondered for a bit, then let out a small groan before replying.
“Hmm... If it's that... That guy's a bit weird, though...”
I didn't push, just waited patiently.
And soon enough.
Having sorted her thoughts, Catherine parted her lips.
“It's the weekend tomorrow. Got plans?”
“Nah, you know that. Hardly know anyone here.”
“Mm. Then come to the ‘ABA’ gym early tomorrow morning. Oh! And for now, just go check it out. It's... kinda tough for regular folks.”
“Okay! Thanks. I'll swing by tomorrow.”
I wrapped up the chat with Catherine before Jennifer returned from the bathroom and stepped back.
My guess? Not certain, but pretty damn likely that Coach Jim Miller was at the ‘ABA’ gym.
And while this was for fulfilling the condition,
I was personally intrigued by getting pro help at a gym.
‘Well, I'll find out tomorrow.’
After Friday's shoot wrapped.
My steps home—no, the engine's roar—felt incredibly light.
Vroom—.
Today's accomplishments?
Fulfilled Catherine's first condition, and even snagged Jennifer's second talent, ‘Innate Vocal Cord Flexibility (A+)’.
Plus.
Click—.
“Y-You're back, eek?!”
The moment I shut the front door, I scooped up President Baek Hee-jin, who greeted me warmly, and carried her straight to the bedroom.
I tossed her roughly onto the bed and started stripping off my clothes.
Pants caught on my ankle in my haste? I shook my foot and kicked them flying.
Then I pounced on Baek Hee-jin, yanking the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
“W-Wait a sec...!”
She'd been doing skincare, a white sheet mask plastered on her face. I ignored it, dragged her dress all the way down, and stripped off her panties, leaving her buck naked.
“President, let moisturizing yield to the pussy.”
I peeled the mask off her face and slapped it right onto her quivering pussy.
“Ah, it's cold?!”
Shaved clean, it stuck on pretty convincingly.
I grabbed the back of her head, forced her to her knees roughly, and shoved my cock toward her face.
“You're here, so suck it first.”
“Mmph...?!”
Rubbing against her moistened face from the mask, my cock slipped between her lips into warm wetness.
“Ah, our president's mouth pussy is the best vintage. I'm in a rush, so bob your head and suck harder.”
She did as told, pursing her lips like a duck and slurping away—schlurp, schluck, schluck.
Han Woo-hee had been gone, forcing three days of blue balls on me. I'd nearly resorted to my old lover, my right hand.
So Baek Hee-jin's return was pure bliss.
But curiosity was curiosity. I asked her,
“Han Woo-hee's in New York—why'd you leave her and come here?”
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, schluck—!
She looked up at me with just her eyes while sucking diligently.
Oh right. Can't talk with a cock in her mouth.
“Never mind. Not important. Just milk the cum out first.”
I gripped her hair, matching her sucking rhythm with subtle hip thrusts.
“Gack, glurk, guh, grrrk...?!”
My cock plunged deeper into her throat than intended. Tears welled up as she gagged hard.
Torture for her, maybe.
“Ah, fucking perfect. For real.”
Her gagging throat clenching tight, tears streaming over the drying mask slime—they were all delicious fuel to me.
Baek Hee-jin's trembling face mixed respiratory panic with arousal.
Her pussy had clenched so hard the mask I'd slapped on slipped off.
Her slick folds peeking between those full tits? Prime treat.
I ramped up my hips rhythmically to blow my load.
“Guh, krrgh, gack, guh, grrrk...!!”
Tears overflowed her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. Filthy drool bubbled from her stretched lips around my cock.
And.
Long-overdue ejaculation—cum surged from my urethra in thick spurts. I could tell it was a huge load without looking.
She sensed it too, grabbing my thighs in shock.
Gurgle, glorp, glorp—!
“Haa...”
Savoring the exquisite release, I let go of her hair and straightened up.
The tremor in her cock-filled mouth, her tongue swimming lost in my cum—crystal clear sensations.
My slightly deflated cock swelled back up post-nut.
When I pulled out,
Veins bulging, slick with cum and spit, it declared itself.
“Oh, my...!”
Ready for round two.
The next day, Saturday morning, I woke early and carefully shifted Baek Hee-jin, who was clinging to me in sleep.
“Ahng...”
She was stuck so tight it was tough, but.
After offering her pussy nonstop from evening till dawn, President Baek Hee-jin let out a lewd moan, curled up, hugged the blanket, and sank into deep slumber.
No shoot this weekend, so I got up early to prep for the gym Catherine mentioned.
She'd said just to watch, but.
I threw on a white tee and shorts for easy movement, hopped in the car.
Vroom—.
Heading to ‘ABA’ gym.
‘ABA’ stood for ‘American Boxing Academy,’ tucked away in a remote spot.
A quick search beforehand confirmed an older guy named Jim Miller was there.
One of the historic gyms, even produced a notable boxing champ once. But I'm no expert, so it didn't click fully.
“This must be it.”
The gym I arrived at was quiet, even the surroundings.
Its weathered sign evoked a strange tension. I stepped forward slowly.