Chapter 31
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Actress's Alleyway Urination (♡)
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Fixer from Hell first broadcast, midway through.
Ordinary 'Hee-chan's' commute scene.
The drama didn't particularly emphasize 'Hee-chan's' terrifying nature. It simply captured his commute in a straightforward manner.
Of course, the fact that an office worker was smiling on his way to work already felt off somehow. In any case, the drama only showed 'Hee-chan's' true nature in the first act for a mere second.
A brief glimpse in the mirror: an inorganic, expressionless face filled with emptiness.
But anyone who saw that scene couldn't help feeling a chill, as if 'Hee-chan's' gaze was directed right at them.
That gaze held no malice like anger, envy, or jealousy. It wasn't the look of someone seeing another person. It was the gaze of someone viewing a person as nothing more than a 'chunk of meat.'
Scary, scary, scary, it's scary...
Woo-jin oppa... Why take on a role like this...
Fuck, goosebumps. The acting is insane.
Damn broadcasting station bastards. Why do I have to feel pangs of conscience watching that hot guy?
Jung Woo-jin... Turn yourself in... No, don't... Wait, turn yourself in...
In some ways, it's a all-time great villain.
In contrast, the after-party for Fixer from Hell's first episode was as quiet as if ice had been poured over it.
While the drama aired, the production team had unanimously stopped drinking. They'd removed the grills and just nibbled on the already-cooked meat as snacks while watching.
And they all froze at the production manager's bombshell statement.
"What? What percentage?!"
The production manager set down his smartphone from his ear and announced once more in a quiet voice.
"Midway tally results... 18.8%."
The magical 20% viewer rating was something even hit dramas struggled to achieve. And they'd hit nearly 20% right from the first episode?
That would only spark even more interest in the drama, and if they could hold onto existing viewers without losing them, breaking 20% seemed entirely possible.
As everyone held their breath amid the unbelievable results...
Choi Hyun-yong PD suddenly jumped up from his seat, threw his arms in a V-for-victory pose, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Wooooaaahhh!! I'll take responsibility and bring back the bonuses myself!!"
At the hearty cry from the drama's lead and chief director, every staff member on the first and second floors leaped up, hugging each other and jumping around.
- Wooaaaahhh!!
- Bring out the meat and booze!!
The shop shook with the erupting cheers, and the grill house owner, who had been clasping her hands tightly, quietly let a single tear roll down her cheek.
"It's... a phoenix...!"
Her years of experience told her today's sales would shatter records and soar.
Meanwhile, amid the frenzied cheers...
Son Sia glared at Jung Woo-jin, leaning unsteadily against the wall for support.
"Fuck... You crazy bastard..."
The vibrator, set weakly while everyone focused on the drama, sprang to life with a ghostly whine as the noise picked up, buzzing relentlessly against her body.
The insane vibrations shaking her ass cheeks made her feel like something was about to burst any second. It reached an unbearable level, and Son Sia's mind went white.
"B-bathroom... I need to go..."
No matter how much she clamped her legs or leaned against the wall, she was truly at her limit now.
The cushion she'd been sitting on was soaked, and her coat pocket was stuffed with tissues drenched in her juices.
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzzz!!
The tiny vibrator's vibrations were giving her a headache.
"W-wait. Move... Ahh?!"
Thud.
Son Sia staggered toward the bathroom but collided with a jumping, cheering staff member. She nearly screamed and collapsed right there.
"W-wait. The bathroom, please..."
She carefully wove through the crowd to the second-floor hallway, finally exhaling in relief as she headed for the bathroom.
'Phew... Almost lost it...'
But at that moment, someone grabbed her wrist.
"Sunbae, are you okay?"
"Haa..."
Son Sia let out a deep sigh of despair.
Well past 11 p.m.
Since some after-party spots weren't in bustling areas, the streets were mostly quiet except for the grill house where the Fixer from Hell team was gathered.
On such a street, a man and woman wearing caps and masks hurried into a dark alley.
"Hurry."
"Fuck..."
As I blocked the view of the alley, Son Sia placed a hand on my shoulder and pulled off her panties.
I took the long string of sticky fabric from her and stuffed it into my pocket.
"Tired, right? Come on, lean into your hubby like you mean it."
"Haa..."
Squish.
Son Sia leaned into me. Or rather, she just surrendered her body in resignation.
"Spread your legs more. You'll get it on those expensive heels."
"...Do you know how much those stockings you ripped cost... Haa... Fine."
Click, clack.
Son Sia spread her legs just enough, her face sullen.
I wrapped one arm around her like an embrace, while the other slipped under her skirt.
Slip.
My fingers slid like they'd been oiled. I curled them and shoved them straight into her pussy.
They sank into her pussy with incredible ease. Like poking a finger into barely microwaved silken tofu.
Squelch.
"Oh? Fuck, look at this sloppy bitch's pussy all warmed up."
"Hngh...!"
Son Sia's pussy started making lewd wet sounds the moment my fingers entered.
Squelch, squish, squelch, squish, squelch!
She clamped her mouth shut, whimpering muffled moans, as I hurriedly finger-fucked her a bit faster.
"Come on, cum quick so we can go back. Everyone's waiting."
"Hng, ahh! Fuck... Fuck... Ahh... Hngh..."
She seemed on the verge of cumming, and she frantically grabbed my wrist as I plunged into her pussy.
"Ugh, p-please. W-wait! I-I'm really gonna cum... Just wait...!"
"That's why I'm telling you to cum here, you slut. What, you think I'm letting you go to the bathroom?"
Ridiculous resistance.
I tensed my hooked fingers with full force, yanking her pussy upward like a brutal lifting hook into her gut.
My palm slapped against her drenched crotch, splashing like water.
Splash, splash, sploosh, splash, splash!
"Urk?! O-oh god?!!"
The moment Son Sia's pussy clenched hard, I yanked my fingers out like a spring.
"Eek, hee, aaahhh!!"
Her legs twisted wildly before she collapsed, squirting everywhere.
Shhh, splish, spriiishhh!!
In an instant, a puddle formed in the dark alley, the dark liquid trickling down the sloped ground.
Drip, driiiip...
After thoroughly emptying her bladder to the last drop, Son Sia struggled to grab onto me and stand. Her flushed face—was it shame or the pleasure of release?—as she spoke.
"...All out... Give it back."
"What?"
"My panties..."
I pulled her panties from my pocket.
"Hmm. They're soaked anyway."
"S-still. At least that..."
I dragged her deeper into the alley and dropped my pants.
"Handing them over just like that would be no fun. Suck it first. No time, so use your hands too and make me cum once. Then I'll give them back."
"Hey! Where'd our stars of the night wander off to!"
Choi Hyun-yong PD, who'd come down to the first floor, welcomed Son Sia and Jung Woo-jin as they entered.
"Sia sunbae wasn't feeling well, so she took some medicine. We'll just say hi and head out."
"Oh dear! Yeah, yeah. Take care of your condition! Get going!"
"Thank you!"
"Thank me? I'm the one who's grateful! Go on! I'll let the second floor know, so hurry!"
Son Sia felt the hand supporting her subtly poke her side.
"Ugh, ugh... Th-thank you."
At that, Choi Hyun-yong PD looked even more concerned, and Jung Woo-jin loudly greeted the first-floor staff.
"Thank you all for your hard work! We'll head out first!"
"Haha! It's not even the wrap party—why say goodbye like it's the end!"
This time, the poke dug deeper into her side.
Son Sia bowed her head.
"Thank you... We'll... head out first..."
Click, clack, click...
Choi Hyun-yong PD scratched his head in confusion, watching Son Sia stagger away leaning on Jung Woo-jin.
"I don't think I saw her drink that much... When did she down so much booze...?"
Meanwhile, Son Sia...
Shivered at the thick foreign sensation from her panties.
Semen.
That psycho Jung Woo-jin had cum in her panties before giving them back.
She was constantly on birth control due to his endless rapist bullshit, so no worries there.
But the sticky clinging of semen to her pussy and ass with every little movement...
It was utterly alien and uncomfortable.
And as unpleasant as the semen's feel in her panties...
Was this path, led by Jung Woo-jin's hand toward a taxi. Her stupid heart was pounding again, thump-thump.
The farther they got from the grill house, the dimmer the sign lights became, the darker it got...
The rougher his grip on her grew.
She didn't entirely hate it. That was even more unpleasant.
And it was late at night when he'd grabbed her—another problem.
At least if it was daytime, he'd usually skip raping her to avoid messing with schedules. But when he caught her at the end of the day like this...
She might not get proper sleep tonight.
The bastard had been getting more beastly lately—who knew what he was feeding on.
"Come on, get in."
Jung Woo-jin hailed a taxi and opened the door.
Son Sia took his hand and slid into the taxi.
The semen from her panties seeped bit by bit into her pussy and ass, but she just closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was coming.