Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: It's Just Starting, and You're Already Passing Out (♡)
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‘Pain as if my internal organs were twisting and tearing’
The moment Jung Woo-jin punched her in the stomach, Son Sia finally understood what that expression meant. It was excruciating agony, like her mind was floating away into the distance.
She wished she could just pass out, but even that wouldn't happen—she had to feel every bit of the torment.
She couldn't do anything.
Her breaths came in short gasps, on the verge of respiratory distress, and her body curled up like a pill bug.
"Ah, aaah... Ah..."
Tears welled up, blurring her vision, while saliva drooled from her gaping mouth.
She was terrified. She couldn't breathe, it hurt, and she was scared.
At that moment, she felt her body lift into the air, and her vision flipped upside down.
Thud.
The place where she was thrown was the bed.
Slap, slap.
Jung Woo-jin lightly tapped Son Sia's cheeks.
"Snap out of it. If you don't want to die for real."
"Ahhuk..."
Son Sia couldn't even muster a response. The searing pain in her stomach refused to fade, damn it all.
All she could do was hunch over and let out boiling groans.
Whoosh.
In the meantime, the clothes she was wearing were stripped off one by one by Jung Woo-jin's rough hands. Sponsored outfits and luxury items scattered carelessly across the hotel room floor.
Her skirt was peeled off, and the 800,000-won luxury stockings were mangled by his brutish grip.
Riiip. Rip. Riiiip.
Through the long tears in the black stockings, the pale flesh of her crotch and thighs gleamed white.
"Fuck... Why the hell..."
Having somewhat regained her senses, Son Sia instinctively reached out to stop him.
But what came back was another burst of violence.
"You fucking bitch, stay still."
Thwack.
"Kuh, kuheuk... Ughk...!!"
With the fresh wave of agony, Son Sia buried her face in the bed and clutched her stomach.
As a result, her ass stuck up toward the sky, and Jung Woo-jin moved behind her to admire his handiwork.
The torn black stockings contrasted sharply with her milky skin, and right in the center, a white panty covered her crotch.
Jung Woo-jin fetched a pair of scissors and cut her panties into shreds, stripping them away.
And there lay a dizzying slit, straight and neat, tinged with a fresh pink hue, completely hairless.
Her pussy, slightly swollen from fear and slick with moisture, was visually stimulating, but for some reason, it pissed Jung Woo-jin off.
The thought that someone else might have touched this pristine view before, or that her virginity—rightfully his trophy—might not even exist.
He tapped the back of her mound with the back of his hand.
"Huh, never even thought of it, but looks like someone's been rolling around with you, huh?"
Son Sia groaned in protest, as if wronged.
"N-No... Ugh... What the hell are you talking about... I naturally don't have hair there..."
Jung Woo-jin let out a small, incredulous laugh.
She was clearly out of it right now. Hearing that only stimulated him more.
"Yeah? So maybe this Son Sia is still a pathetic virgin?"
"Fuck..."
As if entranced, Jung Woo-jin reached toward her pussy.
He forced one finger into the tight entrance.
"Agh, aaak! Stop...!"
Son Sia flailed her hands, but with no strength in her body, her resistance was laughable.
The finger lodged in her entrance soon became two, and Jung Woo-jin shook them violently inside.
Scraping at her inner walls.
Squelch, squelch, squiiiish, squelch, squiiiish.
"Aaak, ak, aaaaaaak-?!"
Feeling his brutish fingers mercilessly probing her pussy, Son Sia screamed.
She tried to lower her hips to escape, but he gripped her waist and relentlessly followed, ravaging her roughly.
Squelch, squiiiish, squelch, squelch, squiiiish!
For someone getting raped, her sensitivity was decent. Sticky love juices clung to his fingers.
After finger-fucking her for a while, he pulled them out.
Squiiiish!
"Ahhuk...!"
At the same time, Son Sia's strength gave out, and she spasmed, her waist trembling.
In a whimpering voice, she said,
"W-Wait a sec. W-Woo-jin oppa. Just a moment...!"
Son Sia lifted her tear-streaked face to look at him. Her makeup was smeared, saliva dripping— a total mess.
"Wh-Why are you doing this all of a sudden... Hic. I'm so scared... Sob."
"Sorry, but."
His suddenly gentle tone made her look at him with a glimmer of hope.
A smile like it was painted on his face.
A smile that didn't fit the situation. Yet it was beautifully chilling all the same.
Zygomaticus major pulling up the corners of his mouth, levator anguli oris lifting the lips slightly, risorius, orbicularis oculi, and superior labial elevator—a perfect 'smile'.
Just like the ones she used in acting.
"......!!"
Despite his soft smile, Son Sia felt extreme unease.
Jung Woo-jin continued in that gentle tone.
"It's probably gonna hurt a bit. So brace yourself."
With those words, he undid his pants.
And out sprang his cock like a coiled spring.
Long, thick, viciously curved upward, veins bulging—a fully erect monster.
Seeing it, Son Sia gaped and waved her hands frantically.
"F-Fuck! Stay away! Don't come near me! W-Woo-jin oppa, I'm a virgin. That thing really won't work. Please, please...!"
Undeterred by her sobbing pleas, Jung Woo-jin flipped her face-down on the bed and forced her thighs apart. He pressed the glans against the red slit between her spread cheeks.
Squelch.
The moment the tip breached her entrance, he thrust his hips forward mercilessly.
Pop.
As the tight pussy flesh split apart, he felt like he'd pierced a thin membrane.
Son Sia arched her back like a bristling cat and screamed.
"O- Oooooook?!!"
Sloooosh.
In disbelief, he pulled back and saw blood on his cock. Proof of her lost virginity.
'No one ever fucked a bitch like this?'
"Uhheuk...! Y-You..."
Of course, her being a virgin changed nothing.
Jung Woo-jin pressed down on the back of her head and shoved his cock in again.
"Agh, ahk, ahhuk...!"
Hearing her muffled screams against the bed, he began moving his hips.
Rough motions that ignored the plight of the girl who'd just lost her virginity.
He treated the pussy of actress Son Sia—who'd demanded he crawl on all fours not long ago—like a toy, pounding and slamming as he pleased.
Thwack, thwack, thwaaack, thwack, thwaaack.
The reversed power dynamic drove him wild with excitement.
His massive cock plunged in and out relentlessly between her white cheeks.
"Kak, kaak, uh, fuckaa...! Kaak! I-I'm gonna diiiie...!"
Unable to breathe properly with her head pinned, Son Sia thrashed in desperation.
It felt like she was impaled on a harpoon.
Something hot pierced her body, delivering horrific pain.
Her mind reeled from the lack of air.
Already unbearable, his movements grew even more violent and faster.
Slam, slam, slaaaam, slam, slaaaam!!
Her precious parts burned like fire and ached terribly.
Just as she prayed for this moment to end quickly,
Splaaat.
Suddenly, immense weight crashed onto her back from behind.
"Kuh, kuheuk...!"
Pinned under his body, the pressure made breathing impossible.
The cock impaling her seemed to swell even larger inside, throbbing.
In the suffocating pain, a ticklish sensation crept in, and Son Sia's consciousness faded away.
Thud.
Her flailing limbs went limp, twitching finely.
Hiiiiss, hiiiiss.
Her groin soaked the sheets.
Riding her ass, Jung Woo-jin muttered,
"It's just starting, and you're already passing out and making a fuss (♡)...."
In her hazy consciousness, the faint pain grew steadily stronger.
Pain like her nipples were being ripped off jolted Son Sia awake.
"Ah, ahhuk...?!"
Through her blurry vision, she saw a man straddling her, panting heavily.
Manager Jung Woo-jin.
He was on top of her, thrusting his hips roughly.
And her breasts, stretched out long enough to obscure him.
"Agh, aaak, ah, it huuuurts!!"
Jung Woo-jin had her nipples pinched tight and was yanking them hard.
"You fucking bitch, I told you to stay conscious. Lose it one more time, and I'll tear your ass open too."
"Hik, hik...! Aaaak?!"
When he twisted and released her nipples, her breasts jiggled heavily before settling, but the nipples stayed stretched, unable to fully recover.
"O-Oppa! Ahk, wh-what the hell are you planning...!"
To Son Sia, his actions made no sense.
He had no power, money, or backing to cover something like this.
A manager raping his actress?
Forget getting blacklisted from the industry—he'd lose everything as a human being.
Yet his relaxed expression felt ominously ominous.
"Got time to worry about me?"
Soon, he overlapped her body and hugged her tight.
"Kuh, kuhek...! W-Waiiit...!"
In the crushing pressure that felt like her body would shatter, the cock inside her thrashed even more fiercely.
Slam, slam, slaaaam, slam, slaaaam!
'It huuurts so much...'
Her breath caught, and sharp pain stabbed her lower body, but at the same time, an inexplicable ticklish sensation arose.
More vivid and intense than before.
"Ahhuk, haak, hng, ahk, haaaang!"
The groans leaking from Son Sia gradually turned into lascivious moans.
"An actress getting off on being raped? Don't you feel bad for your fans?"
It was maddening.
A wave of unbearable pleasure roughly crashed over her mind.
"Hak, haak! C-Cumming, I'm gonna cuuum?!"
A climax surging from her scalp, piercing through, and an immense weight bore down on her.
Spurt, spluuurt, spluuurt.
She now knew what it was—the sensation of her womb mouth feeling it, her insides bloating as something erupted.
"F-Fuck...!"
With those words, Son Sia rolled back her eyes and passed out once more.