Chapter 131
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 131
Chapter Title: Uh, Wrong Hole? (♡)
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Two weeks had passed since the airing of Paranormal Season 3.
Especially on Thursday evening when Episode 4 was released.
A massive topic suddenly exploded across American online communities.
Communities buzzing about Paranormal were seeing posts pop up in real-time at a furious pace.
Who the hell is that guy?
I’m sorry, Father. I had impure thoughts about you.
Holy shit, such a sacred scene.
Oh my, I love you CMTV. I love you so much, Father Brian.
All the comments they were posting about were the priest named 'Brian' who had suddenly appeared in Episode 4.
Amid the unrelenting wave of attention that showed no signs of dying down...
Isabel felt a subtle mix of emotions.
It felt joyful yet bittersweet.
She was thrilled that the actor she adored was winning over so many people, but there was a tinge of regret that he was no longer her little secret.
Overwhelmed by an inexplicable frustration, Isabel tossed her smartphone onto the sofa and turned her gaze back to the TV.
She had missed some scenes while scrolling through the communities, but...
It didn't matter since she wouldn't stop after just one or two watches.
"Hoo..."
On the screen, Jennifer had parted ways with Father Brian and was wandering around the cathedral again.
Just as Jennifer, walking along the cathedral's outer wall, was about to round the corner...
- Jennifer.
Catherine popped out of nowhere.
Jennifer stared blankly at Catherine's face for a moment, not even finishing her sentence.
- ...Where the hell have you been and what have you-
Catherine grabbed Jennifer's shoulders and shook her vigorously.
- You saw it, right? You saw it too, didn't you?
- Saw what...?
- The priest. Father Brian. Isn't he seriously sexy? Those thick veins on his wrist, that feral body straining against his priestly robes. Ah, I want to kiss that winking eyebrow...
- .....
Jennifer gave Catherine a pitiful look for a moment before murmuring softly.
- Yeah... he is...
Inside the smoothly gliding car, Susan let out a small gasp as she looked at something.
"Huh..."
It was because of the photo attached to the very first document her secretary had handed her.
A single photo of him standing quietly on set.
Not some classical masterpiece or a famous artist's work—just a plain photo, yet...
Susan found herself mesmerized, unable to tear her eyes away.
Jung Woo-jin stood tall with textbook-perfect posture, slightly turned to the side, gazing off into the distance.
His deep, soulful eyes.
Those eyes seemed alive, vibrantly drawing in everything around them.
"Ahem, ahem..."
Snapping out of it, Susan flipped to the next page.
There, his acting resume was listed—and it was strikingly sparse.
Bit parts in dramas, a cameo in a moderately successful film. And just one lead role in a movie. No commercials at all.
An actor without any major hits even back home.
Yet here he was in America, landing a role in the hit drama Paranormal.
Of course, with renowned casting director 'Rachel Zigler' backing him, it wasn't entirely his own achievement.
"Acting skills a bit lacking...? Well, yeah."
With a face like that, if his acting backed it up, there'd be no reason for such a thin resume...
"Huh? What's this?"
Sensing something off, Susan checked the release dates of his works and was taken aback.
All of them had premiered in the same year.
Last year alone.
"So he's basically a rookie who just debuted? This guy's more than I thought..."
The notion that he was just her daughter's plaything quickly faded from Susan's mind.
Instead...
"This kid's got real value."
What she had dismissed as a meager filmography now seemed suspiciously impressive for achievements crammed into just half a year.
And Jung Woo-jin's looks.
Susan, who had seen plenty of East Asian models in the industry, calculated that his appearance would sell universally, transcending East or West.
The 'best' always cut through race, taste, continent, and region.
Assuming his acting wasn't utter trash...
Susan could vividly picture the reactions when he truly started shining in Paranormal.
No ad campaigns yet meant his image was fresh, and he'd maintained a mysterious aura since debut.
She didn't know how Melody would react, but Susan wasn't one to let go of a valuable commodity easily.
"Too good to just treat as a toy, isn't he?"
Spank, smack, splat-!
The vigorous pounding into Melody's ass triggered the climax.
Squirt, splurt, spluuurt-!
The fourth load. Neither Melody nor I could move; our bodies just twitched.
And after a moment...
"Hah, haaak...!"
Melody was panting like she was on the verge of passing out.
Somewhat recovered, she flailed her limbs while her ass was crushed under my weight.
"Pulling out now? If it leaks again, we start right back up—no breaks."
"Kgh, kuhuk...!"
She was struggling just to breathe, let alone respond, but her tensed body showed she was ready.
I gripped Melody's waist tightly and slowly began pulling back.
Her pussy, flooded with four loads, felt like swimming through sticky mucus.
Like drawing back a syringe, filling with fluid inside.
As I withdrew slowly, the cum I'd dumped started backflowing out.
"Ah, ahk...?! Kh, kuheuk...!"
Melody seemed to love the sensation, clutching the bedsheets with all her might.
Steadying her trembling waist as I pulled out, soon only the head and upper shaft remained lodged.
I patted her ass once as a warning.
"Hold it in tight. Got it?"
With her face buried in the sheets, Melody was beyond communication.
Only the glans and part of the shaft plugged her entrance, feeling oddly warm despite the slickness—reluctant to pull out.
But her reactions were too delicious to miss, so it had to be done.
Sloooorp-!
"Kiiiiiik-?!!"
Removing the final barrier holding back the cum, Melody slammed her body flat against the bed like a startled frog, then curled up again.
Gurgle-.
Despite her desperate, trembling efforts to clench, her gaping pussy spat out a thick glob of semen.
"Buzzer. Failed again."
As I smacked her ass and spoke, she frantically tried to stop me.
"N-no...! R-really, only a little leaked. See, see? I'm clenching properly now... W-wait!"
I mercilessly spread her cheeks and thrust my cock back in.
Spluuuush-!
"P-please! Just a short break, hoooook?!!"
My cum-slick cock slid in with no resistance, enveloped in warmth once more.
The moment I entered, Melody buried her face in the bed, shuddering violently, her hole hugging extra tight and hot.
"Uh, wrong hole?"
Having flooded her pussy so much that cum was backflowing, my eyes were drawn to her cleanly washed asshole—I'd unconsciously shoved it in the upper one.
"Doesn't matter. I was gonna fuck both anyway."
Suddenly impaled anally, her pussy now leaked cum freely without even trying to hold it.
"Since we're at it, let's empty that pussy pocket too. Heave-ho!"
I drove my cock deeper into her ass and hoisted her body up.
This position was literally a 'Nelson hold,' but...
Changing locations came first.
"If you shit it all out before we hit the bathroom, you're in trouble. What kind of grown woman pisses anywhere? Get it together, clench that pussy. Hurry."
I haphazardly scooped up Melody's limp body and headed to the bathroom.
This floor had a toilet, but the first-floor bath was bigger and nicer, so I carefully carried her down the stairs.
"Eek, ahk...?!"
Each step jolted through her, making her cling to my wrist and moan.
Screech-.
This vast mansion held only me and Melody, but the small tub was already filled with perfectly tempered hot water.
"Money's nice, huh?"
Because even from this floor, one remote could handle it.
I gently set Melody's body down outside the tub.
"Alright, Melody. If you squeeze out all the cum from your pussy before I blow my load in your ass, I'll let you rest in the warm water. But if warm cum is still dribbling from your pussy after I'm done... well..."
Before I finished, Melody gripped the tub's edge, straining with grunts. Cum gushed from her pussy in spurts.
"Kh, kuuht..."
Strictly speaking, it was cheating, but I patted her head and continued.
"Yeah. If you fail this time too, instead of soaking, I'll finger-fuck that pussy till my fingers are swollen raw."
With the rules set, I gripped her waist tight again.
She started the cheating first, so I had to step it up too.
I half-pulled out the cock buried deep in her ass, then slammed it all the way back in.
Slaaam-!
"Kiiiiiht?!!"
Slam, slam, slam, slaaaam, slam-!
In the bathroom, the wet slaps of flesh echoed even more crisply.