Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Lightning-Struck Wild Boar (♡)
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The act of a man and woman fitting their bodies together. I came across the idiom "the joys of cloud and rain" while reading some historical drama script.
It refers to the passion between lovers being like the union of clouds and rain—their shared ecstasy.
Just hearing the word conjures something warm and soft, all fluffy and tender.
But what the fuck is wrong with this bastard? He treats a delicate woman like some vicious criminal being manhandled by a prison guard, pounding away relentlessly from start to finish.
Slap! Slaaap! Slaaap! Slaaaap! Slap! Slaaap-!
It's impossible to tell if this is sex or if her ass is just getting beaten black and blue.
This wild boar of a man—did he dig up some ginseng in the deep mountains or what? He's been charging like a boar struck by lightning ever since.
"Ack! Aaaack! Aaaaack! Fuuuuck...! Aaaaack-!!"
Son Sia screamed from the depths of her throat, thrashing wildly to escape, but the sheer difference in their builds made it impossible. She couldn't push him off—instead, she was crushed flat under his weight.
"Ugh...! Ugh, uuuugh...! F-Fuck! If you're gonna fuck me like this, at least take me to the beeeed...!"
She wasn't even hoping for gentle treatment anymore.
Fuck. But on a human level, if you're gonna use her pussy, shouldn't you at least lay her down on the bed—or hell, compromise with the sofa?
The second he walked through the door, he laid her out on the living room floor, climbed on top, and shoved his dick in. What the hell kind of treatment is that...?
"Aaaack! Fuuuuck...! The floor's cooold! Ahuuuugh...!"
Shed sat on the living room floor before, sure, but never sprawled out belly-down like this. The chill seeped up from the floor into her stomach and thighs, while her breasts got mashed into a total mess against the ground with every one of Jung Woo-jin's thrusts.
But all she heard from behind her was a mocking snicker.
"Yeah? Your ass is nice and warm. Feels great."
Slaaap! Slap! Slaaaap! Slaaap! Slaaap-!!
"Ahng. You fucking dog...!"
"Woof woof! Bitch getting fucked by a dog. Once filming starts up again, who knows when I'll get to fuck you next, so treat me right tonight."
Whenever Jung Woo-jin slammed down on her ass, it hurt so much that if she relaxed, Son Sia had to brace her core and endure. Good thing she worked out hard usually— if she couldn't hold her abs, she would've been in real trouble.
The problem was, even that was reaching its limit now.
Fuck... This fucking dog... When the hell is he gonna cuuum...
Normally he'd have cum by now, but had he reached the point where he could control it? He wasn't giving her a single break.
"Eut, ahng...! H-How much longer are you gonna make me waaait...!"
Every time Jung Woo-jin put his full weight into his hips, her ass compressed, then bounced back up—only to get smashed again by his downward thrust.
Her ass jiggled nonstop, while something hot pistoned rhythmically into her pussy in between.
"Hauk! Haaaat! Eut! Haaaang-!!"
Every time his dick scraped along her pussy walls, electric shivers raced up her spine, making her whole body tingle like mad.
G-Gotta stay sharp...! Keep it together...!!
She couldn't submit—not to this bastard who treated women like objects. Never.
Son Sia gritted her teeth and endured, even as her body trembled violently.
"Ahhuuuuung?!!"
Thankfully for her, Jung Woo-jin must've hit his limit too. He yanked her body tight against his and glued their hips together.
His already thick cock swelled even bigger inside her pussy, blasting cum straight at her cervix.
Splurt, spluuurt, spluuuurt-!!
Son Sia clenched her pussy around him involuntarily with each swell—her body just reacted that way. She didn't mean to.
"Eut, uuuueut, heut...!!"
The pleasure surging to the tips of her hair wouldn't subside, and lingering spasms left her twitching her arms and legs helplessly.
J-Just endure two or three more times... A little longer...
Son Sia craned her neck with effort to glance at the living room clock.
12:37 a.m.
A time of utter despair.
"P-Please...! Please, stooop...! Hak, haaak! If you keep this up, my, my pussy's gonna break...!!"
"Your pussy's already loose as fuck, you slut. Aren't you squeezing right?"
"Hak, haaaeut...?!"
Splurt, spluuurt, spluuurt-!
Another ejaculation. Son Sia felt like she was going insane.
Shed endured and endured and endured some more. Past 1 a.m., past 2 a.m., now past 3 a.m.
3:49 a.m.
How many times had it been? Five...? Six...?
While Jung Woo-jin was out of the room for a moment, Son Sia lay limply on the bed, staring down at her lower belly.
Ah... Six times, huh...
The crazy bastard must've picked up some weird trick somewhere—he kept scribbling on her body with lipstick. Above her pussy, on her pubic mound, were the red characters for "righteous one" and "done one."
正一.
Proof shed taken six loads.
When she tried to pull her right leg in to sit up, a lewd ache shot up from her groin.
"Ack, augh...!"
As she lifted her body a bit, a sudden urge to void hit her from her vaginal opening. How much had he pumped into her? Thin cum gushed out, soaking the sheets.
It was a huge amount. A gross mix of clear fluid and whitish clumps. The semen residue didn't even soak properly into the sheets—it just pooled on the surface and trickled from high spots to low.
"Fuck... Gotta toss these again. How many times is this now...? Ugh."
Shed changed the sheets so many times already, she could barely remember.
And it wasn't just the cum.
The mattress had a waterproof pad, so that was fine, but the top sheet and blanket were a total wreck from her squirting juices, his semen, and the occasional piss shed let out from overstimulation.
Every time Jung Woo-jin visited, the bed ended up like this.
"...Is this normal...? Or is that fucker just totally insane...?"
Even Son Sia, whod only ever been with Jung Woo-jin, knew he wasn't average.
Just Google "average Korean male" and it'd pop right up.
But even so, was it normal to get dragged into orgasm hell every single thrust, nearly dying each time?
Son Sia finally slumped against the headboard, panting raggedly.
"Ahng... Really, really can't do more..."
Light filtered through the slightly open door, but no sounds came from outside.
"What? Where'd he go...?"
Son Sia dragged herself off the bed and opened the door.
The kitchen light was on, but Jung Woo-jin was nowhere.
"Ahng...!"
Pain flared with every step, so she gripped the wall and shuffled toward the front door.
"......"
She wanted to lock it. Double-lock it? Hell, just yank out the door lock battery, and she could finally sleep in peace from now on.
Son Sia staggered to the entryway. One step. Another.
The door lock was right there, within arm's reach.
Tremble tremble-.
Her lean arm shook violently as it reached out for the door lock.
Just then, the elevator dinged outside the front door.
H-Hurry...!
Plenty of time still. The elevator doors opened slow as hell. So... hurry...!
Beep beep beep-.
Jung Woo-jin punched in the door code from outside.
"......"
Thud-.
Son Sia's hand fell limply away.
Ding-.
With a cheerful chime, the door swung open. Jung Woo-jin grinned at the sight of her standing there naked.
"Well, hello there?"
He set down the black bag like he was greeting a lover whod waited up, then scooped her up effortlessly.
But Son Sia writhed in a dizzying mix of crushing despair, frustration... and the unavoidable spark of anticipation blooming alongside it.
Morning sunlight poured through the window.
"Mmgh..."
I stirred awake on the sofa. Son Sia was passed out cold in my arms.
What happened again?
"Ah...!"
I remembered.
Id grabbed an energy drink from the nearby convenience store and found her standing at the front door—then dragged her back inside for another merciless round.
Obsessively in just one hole, too. Pounded her pussy nonstop.
I lost count of the ejaculations. The bed was beyond saving, so I carried her to the living room, showered her off, fucked her on the sofa one more time... and then...
Guess I just conked out right there with my head on the sofa arm.
"Tch. No surprise, but she's got limits after all."
I patted her pussy lightly with my palm.
"Euh, eut..."
She twitched and trembled faintly.
"Heading out? Keep that horny pussy locked down tight when you're in heat. Don't go playing around. I'll fuck you again after filming wraps."
No reply, but I checked the time and hurried to get up.
I called a taxi outside.
"Yeah, Jin-woo. Skip the dorm—head straight to the agency. Yeah. Dropped Sia sunbae off after the afterparty and crashed at a motel nearby."
Destination: Stone Actors headquarters.
Fixer from Hell shattered ratings from episode one, so my value shot up too—but I didn't care. The guy who'd requested a meeting right after the premiere aired.
Director Son Jung-hoo, prepping the movie Inner Beauty.
I had a sit-down with him scheduled.