Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Keep the Heels On
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"Don't take off your heels. The clicking every time I thrust turns me on even more. (♡)"
Knock knock knock.
The sound of the second guest arriving echoed through.
Clunk.
When I opened the door, there stood the drama's lead, 'Hye-ri'.
The polar opposite of the principled detective 'Byung-chan', 'Hye-ri' was a young and strikingly beautiful prosecutor.
'Hye-ri' had a sharp mind but no intention of dragging criminals through the courts.
Dubbed the perennial bottom performer among prosecutors, her true nature was a dark hero who privately sanctioned those who slipped through the law's net—a vessel possessed by a demon.
The female protagonist, radiating the lethal allure of a femme fatale.
She fixed me with a piercing glare and snapped,
"What are you doing in front of the door? If I came when you called, why don't you step aside?"
But she wasn't turning to leave—that was the key point.
As I shifted aside, Son Sia strode in with that telltale click of her heels.
Just as she bent down to slip off her shoes.
"Ah! Don't take off your heels. The clicking every time I thrust turns me on even more."
"Fuck..."
Son Sia spat out a sharp curse but clicked her way into the room anyway, plopping down on the bed with a bratty expression.
"What's that smell...? Don't tell me Writer Hong got to you too? You're fucking insane."
"Oh? This bitch still hasn't learned her place. Want another spanking till you're trembling and begging?"
At those words, Son Sia's eyes widened in shock as she shot up from her seat.
"Th-then what do you want?"
"I taught you the proper begging pose, didn't I?"
"Ugh..."
Son Sia ground her teeth in humiliation but slowly unzipped her leather jacket.
Zip, ziiiip.
Peeling off just that one layer transformed the haughty prosecutor 'Hye-ri' into a vulgar bitch in heat.
'Hye-ri' wouldn't parade around with tits like those on display.
I approached Son Sia, grabbed her breasts firmly, and said,
"Keep going."
She tossed off her top with some confidence, but hesitated at the next step.
"......"
"Hurry up. Skirt on is hot too, but how am I supposed to fuck you like that?"
"Ugh..."
Son Sia bit her lip so hard that blood welled up from the indents her teeth left.
Then she lifted one long leg and slid off her navy skirt.
That's when I realized why she'd been acting so prickly.
Drip.
The skirt had barely concealed it before, but pussy juice from her aroused, third-rate cunt was streaming down her thighs.
"What a shame to keep this sight to myself. Who'd have thought Son Sia would come crawling to her old manager, soaked her pussy just right for cock storage."
Now naked except for her heels, Son Sia's switch flipped as she twisted her hips flirtatiously.
"Th-then... hurry..."
"Hey now. You think a bitch like you gets cock for free?"
At my firm words, Son Sia finally gave in and climbed onto the bed.
She knelt facing away, soon burying her face in the sheets and spreading her legs wide.
Like a mountain assault position? Her heeled legs stretched straight, presenting her pale ass right in front of me.
Her cute winking asshole and hairless, flushed pink pussy were fully exposed.
My cock, fresh from wrecking Hong Ye-won's pussy, sprang back to angry life.
But order must be followed, so I waited patiently for Son Sia.
She reached back, spread her ass cheeks wide, and said,
"P-please discipline the slutty pussy of this cock-obsessed actress bitch..."
I smacked her ass with my palm and barked,
Smack!
"Ahk!"
"I told you to practice your flirty lines properly. No improvement. Try again, you fucking bitch."
"...From script reading onward, this bitch actress's soaked slutty cunt... punish it harshly... please..."
Hearing that, I leaped onto the bed and slammed my cock into her pussy.
Squelch!
I gripped her lower belly to keep her ass from bucking wildly and pistoned violently.
Thwack, thump, thwack, thwack, thwack!
"Ack, aaack...! B-be gentler... fuck...!"
"Gentler? What kind of bullshit is that from a cum dump? Squeeze that pussy right, you slut."
Son Sia's pussy, soaked since before entering, was ripe as overripe fruit when she assumed the submissive pose, juices dripping steadily.
The screams and curses bursting from her lips blended into the ultimate delicacy.
The pounding started with her ass raised high but gradually sank lower; before long, I was draped over her back, slamming down while spanking her ass.
Crack, smack, crack, craaack, crack!!
"Hak, ahk, haaang, g-good, so gooood...! Th-this is too gooood...!!"
"Cheeky bitch, you kept giving me those insolent looks during reading? Can a bitch stare at her master like that? No?"
"Ooh, oooh...! I-I was wrooong...!"
As my cock plunged deep and pulled out, leaving sticky white foam, Son Sia predictably broke, staggering deliriously.
I reached out, lightly gripped her throat, and growled,
"Cumming inside. Clamp down. You fucking bitch."
And the finish...
Spurt, splurt, spluuuurt!!
"Hak, ahhaaak! C-cumming, I'm cuuumming, cuuuuumiiing-!!"
Irresponsibly creampie-ing her, as always.
Afterward, I hauled Son Sia up, dragged her to the dark window, and hammered her ass indiscriminately.
"Hey, snap out of it and find your way back to your room."
I left her half-unconscious on the floor and stepped out.
It was nearing midnight, but my destination was the condo's 24-hour gym.
Who'd be there at this hour, though?
[Visit the Condo Gym]
📍 Location: Condo Gym
⏰ Time Limit: None
🎁 Reward: Condition Override x1
A direct quest from Mammon after so long pulled me toward the gym.
Jung Eun-ji, cast as the college girl caught by 'Hee-chan' in Fixer from Hell.
Originally a dance major, she'd hit her limit due to her petite stature and switched to acting, where she'd been thriving lately.
Short but with an adorable, lovable face she knew how to play up, she'd landed small but memorable roles in various dramas.
In this ATBC Fixer from Hell, she'd snagged the role of a near-victim of the killer, rescued by the protagonist and sticking around as comic relief.
Her heart fluttered with excitement, sure...
But that wasn't the only reason she couldn't sleep.
Jung Woo-jin.
That man had approached her after script reading.
- Hello, Senior Jung Eun-ji. We'll be matching up this time—looking forward to working with you.
Not his perfect 'Hee-chan' smile, but a slightly embarrassed, awkward grin that somehow drew her in even more.
'Does he like me...?'
Her heart pounded.
She couldn't help thinking it.
Jung Woo-jin had been somewhat aloof with the other actors but actively approached her, striking up conversation.
- Senior Eun-ji, how do you manage your stamina?
- Uh, well... I mostly hit the gym, but since I majored in dance, sometimes I...
- Oh! I see. Want to work out together sometime...
Lying in bed, Jung Eun-ji touched her cheek.
It burned hot.
"Hah. Damn, he really cashes in on that face. Like a fox spirit or something..."
Tossing and turning without sleep, Jung Eun-ji finally bolted upright.
"Guess I'll jog on the treadmill and crash."
The brightly lit but empty gym gave off an eerie vibe.
Her footsteps pounded faintly across the vast space as she ran on the treadmill.
Among friends, she was known as a beagle for her stamina.
Innate endurance honed further by years of dance.
Some might think dance doesn't demand much stamina, but holding and executing beautiful technique requires extreme balance—and balance drains energy fast.
So stamina training was a lifelong habit for her, one of her standout strengths as an actress.
On set, she endured long shoots without tiring, keeping her bright smile, earning praise from staff.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo, whoo!"
Even in intense sprints, her breathing stayed steady.
About 20 minutes in.
"Senior."
A familiar voice from behind—pleasant mid-low timbre.
"Eh, eek!?"
Not expecting anyone, Jung Eun-ji startled, nearly tripping.
Thud!
Her solid reflexes kicked in; she planted a foot off the machine safely, shut it down, and turned.
'Whoa...'
Still working overtime even at night—that face.
Jung Woo-jin.
Approaching with a smile that could melt hearts, two cans of electrolyte drink in hand.
"Couldn't sleep, so I came for a quick run and spotted you. Grabbed these from the vending machine."
Flirting she couldn't resist.
The cold can pressed into her hand melted her heart right along with it.