Chapter 118
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: Well-Matched Down Below (♡)
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We've matched our lower halves plenty of times. (♡)
If it were like before, I probably would've given it some real meaning too.
But now? Just another day, nothing special about it.
Christmas.
I just headed to the Paranormal set like usual, watched the actors perform, and mentally rehearsed the scenes I'd be shooting.
And above all else.
Ever since my acting skill rose to S-rank, I started to really feel how my field of vision had changed.
For example.
The scene we were shooting right now was Catherine secretly watching her sister Jennifer get hauled off by the sheriff on suspicion of murder.
With the lighting coming from a side-rear angle, only part of her face was visible on camera.
But even so.
That didn't mean the actor could just stand there doing nothing.
How that visible sliver of her face was expressed—how she contracted and relaxed her facial muscles—would decide whether the scene built tension or just dragged the drama down.
And that wasn't all.
Actors don't perform with expressions alone.
Even when the face is mostly hidden, a skilled actor knows how to convey the situation through the movement of a hand pressing against the ground, the tensed trapezius muscles, the rigid back—every little detail.
And in my eyes.
Catherine's performance was lacking in those details.
And the parts I saw as deficient.
"Cut! Hold on, Catherine! When you're watching Jennifer get taken away, grab a fistful of the sand on the ground for a split second. Let's do it again!"
Director Steven was seeing it the same way. Considering he's called a genius in the industry, that meant my own observations weren't off-base.
So watching the acting on set like this was, for me, a way to test out this newly opened vision.
And.
Even if she was showing some shortcomings right now.
Catherine, with her A-rank acting prowess, had more than enough talent to deliver even better performances with precise feedback.
"Cut! Okay! Great work, everyone. That's a wrap for today. If we keep going, pitchforks and torches might come flying. Ha ha."
Shooting was underway even on a day like this since broadcasting kicked off in January, but Director Steven was flexible enough to call it after the morning session and send everyone home.
- Woo-hoo!!
The staff cheered, smiles lighting up their faces.
Some would head home to spend warm time with family, others to share love with waiting lovers.
Jennifer looked like she was debating whether to approach me, while Catherine hung back a bit, subtly expectant.
But.
I had plans tonight.
I politely turned down Jennifer's suggestion for a small three-way party and headed to the accommodations Baek Hee-jin had set up for me.
I'd spent the last few days at the mansion Melody had offered, training her, so I hadn't been back to the dorm much. But word was, a new guest had arrived today.
Son Sia.
Maybe because she was the first woman I'd claimed after getting Mammon's power.
Even when she showed her prickly side now and then, it just came off as cute. Call it attachment, I guess?
The thought of seeing her after so long had me flooring the accelerator for no reason.
Vroooom-!
I pulled up to the dorm, parked haphazardly, and threw open the front door.
Faint carols drifted from somewhere inside, and the familiar scent of Son Sia's perfume guided me.
Standing in front of the firmly shut bedroom door, I let out a chuckle for some reason.
A soft, pained moan had leaked from inside, but it cut off when she heard me laugh.
I gripped the handle and slowly turned it, the door creaking open.
Creeeak-.
The sound echoed louder than expected in the quiet space.
Once it was open enough.
"Looks like Santa Girl showed up this year?"
A sheepish little laugh from the Santa Girl.
Under the dim lighting.
Son Sia, flushed red, held up the hand she'd been using to stroke her pussy toward me.
"Y-you're here?"
Her breasts fully exposed, wearing only coffee-colored pantyhose ripped open at the crotch—she looked utterly.
Like a bitch in heat I wanted to shove my cock straight into her mouth.
But something about her expectant look pissed me off, so I mentioned another woman.
"Guess the boss lady cleared out for me?"
And she reacted exactly as I'd figured.
"...Seriously, do you have to bring up other women in a mood like this?"
"What, then?"
"Hoo... God, you're..."
Son Sia sighed for a moment, then lifted her hips, grabbed the edges of the torn pantyhose, and spread them wide.
"Fine. Just fuck me like an animal already."
Through the gaping hole, her ripe pussy winked open, exposing its inner folds.
"Hurry..."
It looked so damn appetizing to the eyes.
Unable to ignore Son Sia's pussy any longer, I pounced on her body roughly, just like she'd demanded.
"Kyaa?!"
Her mouth let out a cute scream, but her eyes—full of anticipation—flicked toward me playfully.
Well. To me, that just looked like a signal for rougher treatment.
I grabbed both her ankles, hoisted them up, and slid my body tight against her crotch.
Squelch-!
Of course, that meant "insertion."
"Ah, ugh...?!"
Son Sia's pussy, unused for a while, felt somewhere between stiff and chewy.
"Looks like you already forgot the shape of my cock since I haven't fucked you lately."
I held her ankles firm and slowly rocked my hips and ass, the bed starting to creak faintly.
And her sopping-wet pussy churned out wet squelching sounds.
Squelch, squish, squelch, squiiiish-!
Thanks to all the times we'd matched our lower halves, she adapted quick.
Plus, I knew all her weak spots.
I poked deep at her cervix—her Achilles' heel—and her body, which had been rigid, started to melt softly, like she remembered the feeling.
"Hah, th-this! This thing! Hiiiah...?!"
The familiar flavor that kept drawing me back, that gooey, sticky-sweet pussy that felt so damn good.
Like puzzle pieces clicking perfectly into place.
Every thrust of my hips was met with just-right squeezes and the perfect warmth wrapping around my cock from Son Sia's vaginal folds—I couldn't help but groan in admiration.
"Yeah, that's it! This is why I keep coming back, even with your shitty attitude."
"Wh-what did you say?! Ugh, ha, ahh!!"
And it wasn't just me feeling that perfect fit—Son Sia's long coffee-colored legs trembled as she squirted pussy juice nonstop.
Squish, squelch, squish, squish, squiiiish-!
Her heeled feet shook wildly above the ankles I gripped, and her tits jiggled in sync with her shoes.
"Heave!"
With my cock jammed deep in her pussy, I flopped back onto the bed.
Which pulled Son Sia's body upright into.
"Wh-what?!"
The classic cowgirl position.
"Shake that ass like your life depends on it. If you can milk my cum out in ten minutes, I'll treat you nice and romantic tonight."
"R-romantic?"
"Mm. Like lovers, soft and sweet?"
My offer clearly tempted her, as she braced on my lower abs and pressed.
"R-really? For real?"
"Yeah. But you'll have to go nuts, like your pussy lips are gonna flop out. The boss lady could do it—dunno about you."
"...We'll see about that. We haven't even started yet, right?"
Her face full of resolve, she nodded lightly.
Like she was waiting for the signal.
I grabbed my phone from beside us, set a ten-minute timer, and fired the starting gun with my heel.
"Go!"
And with that, Son Sia started bouncing like a maniac.
"Kkh, ugh, nngh, ahh?!"
Plung, plop, plung, plop, pluuung-!
I propped my head with both hands, lounging comfortably.
And enjoyed the sight of Son Sia whipping her hair like a crazy bitch, pounding her ass down like a pestle.
"Gahk, ugh, uheeeek...!?"
The rising national sweetheart actress, shaking her hips on my cock all by herself, quivering toward climax.
It was quite the show. I'd even toss her some tips if she wanted.
"Ah, aaah, auuugh!"
Her enthusiasm was impressive, something I'd never seen before.
But ten minutes must've been too much for her—six minutes in, and I was barely at a ticklish tingle, nowhere near cumming.
Whether she knew it or not, Son Sia gritted her teeth and kept slamming her ass down.
Writhing in pleasure but desperately trying to devour my cock and squeeze out my load—that pathetic, lewd desperation.
I grabbed her waist tight.
"Eh...?!"
I hoisted her body up, pulled my hips back.
Then dropped her while thrusting up hard.
Squiiiish-!
Perfect union.
Pussy juice splattered messily from our joined parts, as one as could be.
I swung her body up and down like a toy, using the mattress bounce to piston my hips upward relentlessly.
Squish, squiiiish, squish, squiiiish, squiiiiish-!
Amid the sticky flesh-slapping symphony and lewd fluids, Son Sia arched her back dizzily, screaming in ecstasy.
"Uhii, hngh, uuugh, ooohhh!!??"
Her mind reeling, drool dripped from her onto my chest.
"Focus and squeeze! Time's almost up!"
At that, her pussy clamped down hard on my cock.
I yanked her waist down one last time, flooding her womb with cum.
Spurt, splurt, spuuuurt-!
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep-!!
Perfectly timed, the phone blared.
"Ha, hau, auuuugh...?!"
In the noisy racket.
I groped and fondled her tits while waiting for her to come to.
Son Sia, head thrown back in orgasm, finally grabbed my wrist after a while and met my eyes.
And she.
Grinned white with her face a mess of pleasure and excitement.
"Heh, hehe... Gently, like lovers..."