Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Spare Me, Please...
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Please spare me.... Please.... (♡)
Hong Ye-won, who never touched alcohol, drove herself home.
After parking and turning off the engine, a heavy silence enveloped her in darkness.
"Hoo...."
In that darkness, Hong Ye-won let out a deep sigh as she recalled the events at the restaurant.
"I couldn't even get a word out...."
It was a gathering of only the key members. Actor Jung Woo-jin wasn't originally supposed to attend. But Hong Ye-won had nagged PD Choi Hyun-yong until he agreed to invite him.
There was something she needed to confirm.
The performance of "Hee-chan" that actor Jung Woo-jin had delivered at the audition. She had witnessed a "Hee-chan" more vivid than the character she had imagined and written.
At first, shock and fear had frozen her body, leaving her speechless. But after Jung Woo-jin left...
She couldn't focus on the other actors' auditions.
Inspiration kept surging within her.
Hong Ye-won ignored the actors' auditions entirely, flipping through the participant list and scribbling notes.
If she had created the skeleton of the character "Hee-chan," then actor Jung Woo-jin had fleshed it out, bringing the real "Hee-chan" to vivid life.
Hong Ye-won wanted to dress that character in clothes that fit even better.
A concept too difficult for most actors to handle—but she believed he could pull it off.
And so, a new revised script was born.
Hong Ye-won wanted to run it by Woo-jin before discussing the changes with PD Choi Hyun-yong. She needed to ask if he could handle this new setup.
"Haaah.... I was so nervous I couldn't say anything...."
She simply couldn't meet actor Jung Woo-jin's eyes. The "Hee-chan" performance from the audition kept flashing in her mind, filling her with dread.
Like prey standing before a predator.
"I need to confirm before the script reading.... What do I do...? Ugh. I'll go inside and sleep it off first. My heart's pounding too much."
Hong Ye-won stepped out of the car.
The cool breeze seemed to soothe her tangled thoughts.
"Maybe I should get some fresh air....?"
The security guard was dozing off in his booth, and the playground in the corner of the apartment complex appeared empty.
For Hong Ye-won, who hated drawing attention, it was welcome news.
She slowly walked toward the dark playground.
Hong Ye-won sat on the swing and kicked her feet playfully.
Whoosh-. Swoosh-.
The chilly wind slapped her face.
When the swing reached a moderate height, Hong Ye-won closed her eyes, letting its motion carry her. Until it lost momentum and came to a stop.
And when Hong Ye-won slowly opened her eyes again...
"Want me to push you?"
"......!!"
Standing before her was "Hee-chan," tilting his head with a blindingly beautiful smile.
Tremble tremble tremble-.
Her hands, feet, and entire body began to shake uncontrollably.
The security guard had woken up and was coming out with a flashlight to check the parked cars.
But even as he passed by her side, Hong Ye-won couldn't call for help.
The man holding her waist like a lover turned to her and said softly,
"I'm hungry. Let's go inside."
Tremble tremble tremble-.
It was a voice she couldn't resist. That eerily perfect smile branded itself into her mind, paralyzing her thoughts.
With every step toward the apartment entrance, her legs wobbled and threatened to give out, but the man's firm grip wouldn't allow it.
Hong Ye-won stood at her front door, reaching out with trembling hands.
"Hurry."
A soft voice. But it carried a hint of hoarseness, as if excitement were building.
Tremble tremble tremble-.
Hong Ye-won raised her noticeably shaking index finger and punched in the code.
Beep, beep-beep, beep-. Ding-.
The door opened. It had no choice but to open.
A mindless grin threatened to break through the mask-like expression I wore.
⤷ 1st Condition: In front of the playground, act as ‘Hee-chan’ to ‘Hong Ye-won’.
⤷ 2nd Condition: Fulfill the 1st condition first.
After tailing Hong Ye-won, the new condition was to act as "Hee-chan."
I could've put off just acting in front of her, but there was a prerequisite.
- In front of the playground.
The ability's meaning of "playground" was crystal clear.
The one right here, right now. The isolated playground where Hong Ye-won was swinging. That's where I had to do it.
My blood boiled.
There was no turning back from here. No way to explain how or why I'd followed her. Just like with Son Sia, once it started, I had to see it through to the end.
I stepped in front of Hong Ye-won as she closed her eyes, feeling the breeze. Carefully muffling my footsteps.
I pulled out "Hee-chan's" radiant smile and waited.
For her to open her eyes.
And finally, as Hong Ye-won's long eyelids fluttered open...
"Want me to push you?"
"......!!"
Seeing the horror wash over Hong Ye-won's face, I instinctively knew the rest would be ridiculously easy.
Even after entering her apartment without resistance, I kept up the "Hee-chan" act.
'Are all writers like this?'
Was her imagination that vivid, or was she just that naively innocent? Hong Ye-won genuinely feared me as "Hee-chan."
She couldn't even resist my words.
Fortunately, the second condition felt fitting for an actor's pride.
- Exhaust ‘Hong Ye-won’.
I approached Hong Ye-won, who had collapsed at the entrance from sheer exhaustion, and gently gripped her throat.
"Guh, guh...!"
I hadn't even squeezed hard, yet Hong Ye-won gasped as if her breath was cut off, her eyes bulging wide.
I felt her throat bob under my grasp.
The rigid "Hee-chan" mask began to crack. My lips trembled like I was iron-deficient. Sadistic thrill and excitement boiled in my chest, plain as day in my eyes.
Tightening my grip on her throat, I whispered in a shaky voice,
"Did you eat...?"
"Hic, hngh...."
Hong Ye-won's eyes darted wildly.
Drip drip drip-.
A puddle began to form around where she sat, liquid spilling out.
Acquired Hong Ye-won's talent, Intriguing Story Conceptualization (B).
‘Hong Ye-won’s Subordination Level has exceeded 50%, activating the primary subordination effect.
Messages chimed in succession. I forcibly lifted Hong Ye-won's head to meet her eyes.
⤷ 1st Condition: Find ‘Hong Ye-won’s masturbation tool.
⤷ 2nd Condition: Fulfill the 1st condition first.
Sure enough, an A-rank appearance. Terrified, tears streaming down her face, mouth agape—Hong Ye-won looked utterly pitiful, like a frightened rabbit.
The kind that stirred men's protective instincts.
But I was only curious about where this pitiful rabbit had hidden her carrot.
Probably tucked away tight, like she was wrapped in a cocoon.
'Then first things first.'
I grabbed the back of Hong Ye-won's shirt blouse by the collar and yanked her to her feet roughly.
"Hah, ah...!"
Hong Ye-won was dragged along, still in her heels.
Clack, clack, clack-clack-.
Irregular heel sounds marked our path to the bathroom, her fluids smearing across the floor.
Click-.
Finding the bathroom, I shoved Hong Ye-won toward the shower.
"Kyaa!"
Hong Ye-won let out a high-pitched scream as she sprawled on the bathroom floor.
Shhhh-.
I turned on the shower and grabbed her hair, positioning her under the stream.
"Eek, euaah, urgh...!"
Startled by the sudden cold water drenching her, Hong Ye-won frantically blocked the spray with her hands.
Still, her shirt blouse soaked through instantly, the thick fabric turning sheer to reveal the outline of her flesh-toned bra.
I reached for her chest, gripped both sides of the blouse firmly, and ripped it open.
Pop, pitter-patter-!!
"Kyaaak!"
Buttons flew everywhere. The pitiful rabbit's scream was numbing my rationality bit by bit.
I unhooked her bra in one go and tossed the cute flesh-toned thing aside.
"As expected."
I hadn't been wrong. No matter how tightly wrapped, that presence couldn't be hidden. Hong Ye-won's breasts were plump and pretty, like jelly teardrops.
Ignoring her shrieks, I continued dismantling her.
I stripped off her skirt, kicked off the flailing heels, and finally tore away her stockings with a rip.
At last, the rabbit's true form emerged—pure white skin bared, save for panties soaked translucent.
"Haaa.... Hngh...."
Hong Ye-won shivered pitifully under the cold water.
I turned off the shower, hauled her up forcibly, and dried her body with a towel as I said,
"You must be cold."
I wrung out her seaweed-like wet hair, slicked it back, and squeezed firmly.
I toweled her face and neck, which she couldn't lift properly amid her trembling; her collarbone, shoulders, and breasts.
Then, wrapping the towel around her stiff nipples, I squeezed hard.
Squeeze-.
"Ahk...!"
Moving to her sides and soft belly, down to her pubic bone.
I circled behind her, looped my arm around her neck, and roughly rubbed the towel against her crotch.
Scrub, squish, slosh, squelch, scrub-!
The wet towel chafed her soaked panties, sounding like hand-washing laundry.
"Hak, hawwk, ahk...!!"
The moment I released her neck, Hong Ye-won collapsed back onto the bathroom floor.
And for the first time, she spoke to me.
"...Pl, please.... Spare me.... Please...."