Chapter 135
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: See You at 8 PM
Then let's meet at 8 PM.
The reason I hadn't shot any ads until now.
There wasn't really any grand reason for it.
What reason would actors or celebrities have for doing commercials anyway?
Sure, there were times when they gained fame from an ad instead, but in most cases, shooting commercials actually consumed their image.
There was always the risk that their reputation would tank alongside any issues with the advertised product, service, or company.
So, the reason for doing ads was simple.
Money.
Back when I couldn't land a proper role and had to be grateful just for extra work.
I definitely envied the famous actors appearing in TV commercials.
It felt like a medal of fame, and I even vowed that once I made it big, I'd shoot cool ads like that too.
But after acquiring Mammon's power.
Ads were no longer something I yearned for.
Money from ads?
That was just a trivial thing I could get anytime if I wanted.
What I wanted was to be an 'actor' who captivated people with brilliant 'acting,' not a good ad model.
Strictly speaking, I'd simply been doing what I wanted.
'Acting.'
And 'taming' bitches and fucking them to my heart's content.
Everything else followed naturally from that.
My acting fees as an actor were more than enough—I never felt they fell short.
And though I had no need for it, if I ever wanted money, there were women who'd gladly offer not just cash but their pussies too.
Clunk.
As I opened the door to the mansion and stepped inside.
"Welcome home, Master. I've got all my holes cleaned and ready."
Melody, who had arrived first and finished preparing, approached and took my jacket.
Melody—the granddaughter Burns Dwight doted on most, a top Hollywood actress commanding high fees.
That's how the outside world saw her, but once inside here, such pretenses meant nothing.
The arrogant Melody bloated with self-importance was gone.
All that remained was a cum dump who spread her legs when I said so and milked my cock when ordered.
For a racist bitch, she performed her role admirably well, so I dropped by whenever I thought of her.
Mostly as a stress-relief onahole.
"Your face looks nice."
"Th-thank you. It's all thanks to you, Master."
"Got your jewelry in?"
"Y-yes...!"
"Show me."
Melody shyly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her bare pussy underneath.
But from my view looking down, it wasn't a particularly appealing sight.
"Spread your legs straight and thrust your crotch out. I can't see it properly."
"S-sorry...!"
Melody arched her back and thrust her crotch forward, finally revealing the glinting object above her red slit.
Clitoral hood piercing.
The pretty ring made her clit swell and erect even without touching.
Strictly speaking, it pierced the clitoral hood skin, not the clit itself.
I'd made her do it out of simple curiosity.
"Better than I expected. Follow me."
I led the way to the living room sofa, and Melody trailed eagerly behind.
Sinking into the sofa—so comfy I wondered how much it cost—I said,
"Strip."
Her face flushing with excitement, Melody seductively slipped off her dress.
After shedding the dress, a corset remained on her chest.
But it suited her naked body surprisingly well, so I stopped her.
"Stop. That's enough."
"Yes!"
"Your nipple piercings look pretty too. Knead your tits yourself."
"Yes...!"
She crouched happily before me, fondling her breasts, the pretty rings dangling from her nipples.
I watched her little show and got down to business.
"There's this bitch who's been getting on my nerves a bit."
For a moment, she thought I meant her—her face froze mid-knead.
"Y-yes?!"
"Not you. Another one."
Melody relaxed, and for a split second, her old face resurfaced.
That look of disdain for everyone but herself—bordering on contempt.
"Which bitch is it? I could give her some education."
"I'll handle the education."
I warned her coolly, and she quickly shelved her old face for a submissive one.
"S-sorry. If there's anything I can do..."
"I like how cooperative you are. First off, she's a bit older. Has a daughter."
"How about educating her with her daughter? If the mom's that arrogant, her daughter's education must be lacking too. Just say the word, and I'll bring them both in, no problem—"
"Listen first. But I like that idea."
I cut her off, and she flinched—but since I liked it, her lips twitched upward slyly.
Excited in her element, she fidgeted like she wanted to say more, but bit her lip and prepared to listen.
"I'd planned to meet her once anyway, but she heard something somewhere and followed me home after the shoot. All the way here."
"......"
"What she said next was even more ridiculous. 'This isn't an easy place for an Asian actor to make it alone. But with my help, it's different.' Sounded familiar."
"......"
"Anyway, she offered some promo model contract or fashion week photoshoot? Said she could push me into her affiliates too. I half-ignored it since it was absurd, but yeah, something like that."
"......"
As I spoke, Melody's face paled bit by bit, twisting until it was on the verge of crumbling.
Her bitten lip stood out blood-red against her ashen face.
"Anyway, Melody."
I called her name, snapping her dazed stare back to me with trembling eyes.
"...Yes...?"
"I did get the offer, so I should meet her. Can we do it today? Somewhere private. Dinner sounds good. Oh, not just us two—you included, for a three-way meet."
"......"
At a loss for words, Melody just worked her lips silently.
Arrogantly.
"Master asks, and you don't answer? Fuck. Looks like I need to re-educate the daughter right in front of you."
I stood from the sofa, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked.
"Eek, ahhh?!"
"Get your phone."
Finally grasping it, Melody—head twisted sideways—hurriedly snatched the smartphone from the table.
"Invite her to dinner tonight. With Jung Woo-jin too."
Whether she wanted more details or just didn't get it, she froze after unlocking it—I yanked her hair again.
"Aaaack...?!"
"You fucking bitch. Hang up if you get it."
"Y-yes...!"
Finally, the dial tone rang from her phone.
"Speakerphone."
Maybe because it was the weekend, Susan picked up quicker than expected.
- Huh? Melody?
"Mom..."
Her voice quavered slightly at the end, but Melody sounded normal otherwise.
Normal—or rather, her tone for dealing with others: rude as ever.
- What's up with my daughter acting out of character? Why? Tell me. I'm curious what you'll say.
Melody glanced at me after a brief silence and continued.
"How's tonight for dinner? Want to eat at my place?"
- Huh?
"Jung Woo-jin too."
- What? Oh, that.
A steaming sigh came through the line.
- I wondered why you'd do something so out of left field. You heard? Well, you'd find out anyway—better this way. Sure. No need to ask over the phone; let's meet and talk.
"Got it. I'll bring Jung Woo-jin later. Prepare something tasty."
- Oh right. I have a prior engagement, so I might be a bit late. You know, since you've learned: appointments aren't made like this. So, um...
"......"
No wonder Melody's controlling personality—dictating everything from one to ten—came from somewhere.
Susan was just a riper, more sultry version of Melody.
The phone went quiet as if checking her schedule, then Susan's voice flowed out.
- Then let's meet at 8 PM.
Click.
That was her last words.
I'd expected it, but both Melody and Susan kept stirring something in my chest.
I snatched the smartphone from Melody's hand and tossed it onto the sofa.
And then.
"Follow me, you fucking bitch. Thanks to who, we've got plenty of time till then—might as well educate the daughter properly."
"Ack, aaaah—?!"
I grabbed the uneducated daughter's hair and dragged her upstairs.