Chapter 18

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 18

Chapter Title: Who Knew She'd Crave a Stranger's Cock?

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Who knew she'd be the type of woman sucking off a guy's dick like she couldn't get enough of it, from a man she just met today? (♡)

Jung Eun-ji.

At first, my eyes were drawn to her pretty face. Then, to the way she walked into the script reading room.

Her stride was incredibly natural yet full of power.

Maybe it was because she'd been working out consistently for a long time—those movements screamed healthy beauty who'd stuck with her training.

And the info popping up next to her only reinforced my hunch.

The first talent on display was a physical one, and the condition was tied to a 'gym.'

I'd been on the hunt for stamina-related talents anyway, and here was a senior actress right in my sights.

After the script reading wrapped up, I approached her first and chatted her up, confirming my suspicions.

- Uh, well... I mostly hit the gym, but since I studied dance, I sometimes do that too...

'Jackpot!'

So after the dinner party ended, I kept dropping by the condo gym here and there. Just to check if Eun-ji might show.

After a few fruitless trips,

I gave up and called Hong Ye-won and Son Sia to my room one after the other, fucking them rough to blow off steam.

Just as my thoughts on Eun-ji were starting to fade,

Mammon hit me with a direct quest. Similar to the one before about maxing Son Sia's subordination to 100%.

Where talent-coveting conditions felt like 'quests,' Mammon's felt more like signposts he was pointing me toward.

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A devil's whisper promising sweet fruit if I followed obediently.

No way to lose, so I threw on some clothes and hit the gym. Even close to midnight, there she really was—Jung Eun-ji.

Funny that she'd packed workout gear just to come to the script reading, but her form on the treadmill in those leggings... it was damn good.

Her baggy clothes at the reading had hidden it, but up close? Crystal clear.

Eun-ji's dancer body was gorgeous.

Her legs crossed perfectly as she ran, straight and toned. Every step made her hips bounce just right—perky and mouthwatering.

Her petite height didn't even register as a flaw with those killer proportions.

I could already feel how springy that body would be before even pinning her down.

"Hoo..."

The moment I stepped into the gym, first condition cleared.

And then, sneaking up behind her without a sound and calling out—

I could covet her first talent.

The next status window for Eun-ji that appeared had me cheering inside.

"Senior, teach me some workouts."

Jung Woo-jin beaming at her, asking sweetly for workout tips.

'Oh my god! What's with this guy...?'

Of course, she couldn't refuse.

'That hulking build with that expression—it's not fair...'

His charm hit her like a Siberian husky bounding over, all playful affection. Eun-ji's mind went fuzzy.

'And this body... it's clearly been trained hard...'

Spotting him as he worked out, feeling his body brush against hers—definitely not some beginner begging for lessons.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-.

Why was a guy like Woo-jin asking her for workout advice? Her head spun.

His thick, defined masculine muscles felt so different from hers under her fingertips.

Blood rushed straight to her head.

About 20 minutes into spotting his workout?

As if that wasn't the point, Woo-jin made his move.

"Senior, how about a light drink?"

The next thing she knew—

Eun-ji found herself inviting a male actor she'd just met today into her room.

No alcohol yet, but her face kept burning hot.

Cracking open soju and shrimp crackers, chatting about this and that, she learned she was a year older than Woo-jin.

"Noona."

"Y-yeah?"

He'd dropped the formal speech, but it still felt awkward.

Then Woo-jin downed his paper cup of soju in one go and suddenly leaned in toward her.

"I was gonna take it slow at first, but..."

"Wh-what??"

"You're too tempting. I can't hold back."

With those words, Eun-ji's world flipped upside down.

Thud-!

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Hard floor against her back. A massive palm cradled her neck, enveloping it completely.

"Wha... wha...?"

In that position, Woo-jin's face closed in fast. His lips crashed roughly against hers, devouring them.

Smack, slurp, slurrrp-.

His tongue forced her mouth open, saliva flooding in. The intense, relentless kiss choked the air from her lungs.

"Mmph, mmph...!"

She shoved hard at his chest—didn't budge an inch.

Instead, like her resistance was a joke, he gripped the back of her neck tighter and pulled her closer.

Eun-ji gasped in panic, but his mouth turned it right back into hot breath.

As her mind reeled from lack of oxygen, his grip finally loosened.

Eun-ji twisted her waist upright, panting raggedly.

"Hah...! Ha, haa...! Y-you...!"

Tears blurred her vision. Wiping them away, she looked straight ahead and—

Pant-pant-.

Saw a sight that stole her breath.

"......!!"

"Come here."

His cock throbbed high, veins bulging.

Woo-jin lounged back on the bed like it was nothing, casually beckoning her with a wave.

Pointing at her sprawled on the floor, calling her over.

And even more insane than Woo-jin...

Was how she crawled toward him, entranced.

Before she knew it, Eun-ji clutched his thigh, panting, as his soft voice reached her.

"Looks delicious, doesn't it?"

"Haa... haa... Why...?"

His hands kneaded her breasts freely. Still, she couldn't tear her eyes from that red pillar twitching in the air.

"Put it in your mouth."

After agonizing between reason and instinct, Eun-ji swept her hair back and engulfed his cock in one big mouthful.

"Mmmph..."

It was huge. Way too huge.

She knew about women sucking men's dicks, but never dreamed it'd be this tough.

Her jaw ached from stretching so wide.

"Deeper. Use your tongue."

She wanted to, but it wasn't easy.

Forcing her tongue around the head, a salty taste and scent climbed up her tongue.

'It's...'

Tastier than expected. Eun-ji, who'd once thought porn blowjobs looked like woman abuse, felt drunk on the thick masculine aroma rising as she sucked.

It was weird. 'This can't be happening. Why am I doing this? It can't be...' looped in her head endlessly. But she couldn't stop bobbing on his cock.

Smack, slurp, slurrrp, pop, slurp-.

Like some invisible force compelled her. Eun-ji kept gliding her lips over Woo-jin's shaft.

Peeking up at his face.

Woo-jin gazed down with utter satisfaction.

He reached out, stroking her hair.

"Good girl. Just like that."

"Slurp... glrk... slurp... glk..."

It felt good. A thick wave of pleasure and satisfaction welled up from her chest.

Eun-ji moved her head bolder, dipping until the tip hit her throat, then pulling back slow, lavishing it with tongue and lips.

Recalling porn scenes she'd glimpsed before.

After a while, she felt his hand grip her hair roughly.

Woo-jin yanked her head back, forcing his cock from her mouth.

She yelped at the sharp pain.

"Ow...! I-it hurts...!"

His voice followed.

"Who knew you'd be the type of woman sucking off a guy's dick like she couldn't get enough of it, from a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠man she just met today?"

"Wh-what...?!"

"Calling you 'noona' doesn't fit a slut like you, does it?"

"...What did you say?"

Stunned by his sudden roughness, but only for a moment.

Swoosh-.

His foot grazed her crotch teasingly.

"Ahng...!"

Eun-ji jolted at the electric tingle down there, eyes dropping.

Her sky-blue leggings.

The center was soaked dark.

"Your pussy's drenched, so quit talking nonsense."

"......"

"Serve me right with that mouth, and who knows? I might make it feel even better."