Chapter 35
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Breath-Taking Beauty (♡)
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Director Son Jeong-hu's explanation was that filming would start as early as the end of this month, or by mid-June at the latest.
<Inner Beauty> had secured hefty investments, and the casting for all the major roles was already wrapped up. Some were verbal agreements, but there didn't seem to be any issues there.
The reason was that 'Han Woo-hee' herself had taken on the role of the editorial department office worker—the female lead who falls in love with the protagonist in Woo-jin's drama.
With Han Woo-hee already on board, filling out the rest of the cast wouldn't be too difficult.
It was an incredibly enticing prospect for me too.
If Son Sia was a rising star, Han Woo-hee was like a massive sun already shining brilliantly high in the sky.
'What kind of talents does that Han Woo-hee have?'
There were many reasons to like this project I was joining, but one problem stood out.
The schedule felt a bit too open.
Since it was just a brief cameo appearance, they were only allocating a day or two at the very end of filming for my scenes.
"Hmm... this isn't great either."
So I'd asked the agency to look into the scripts that had come my way personally and the roles with scheduled auditions, and now I was flipping through them at home.
Even though <The Fixer from Hell> had only aired up to episode two, its sky-high ratings meant a decent pile of scripts had landed in my lap.
With time still on my hands, I had a personal itch to upgrade my acting skills or appearance before diving into <Inner Beauty>, if possible.
"The script's pretty fun, but doing another villain role back-to-back feels off. Don't you think?"
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp—
Jung Eun-ji nodded vigorously in agreement.
Oh, to be precise, this wasn't technically my house. It was Jung Eun-ji's, but it might as well have been mine.
I sat at the dining table, holding a script in one hand and sipping coffee with the other.
Slurp—
I set the coffee down and speared a piece of hotcake with my fork, popping it into my mouth.
Slurp, munch, slurp, munch—!
I'd momentarily pulled back the tablecloth to stroke the head of Jung Eun-ji, who was diligently sucking away, then suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up.
"Glrk...!! Hah, haaah...!"
Her eyes went wide as she spat out my cock, panting as she stared up at me.
Her eyes had been glazed over since morning.
Jung Eun-ji kept staring longingly at my twitching cock, as if upset that we'd stopped midway.
"Tasty?"
"Y-yes...! Your cock tastes so good...!"
"Then let's make sure you take it properly down your throat this time. Got it?"
"Yes!"
Jung Eun-ji answered energetically, and I gripped her hair with both hands, pressing her head down deep.
"Glrk...!!"
My cock plunged straight into her throat, and she repeatedly clenched and relaxed her gullet, teasing the head.
The head I was holding jerked sporadically, retching sounds bubbling up from her throat.
Not yet.
"Move your tongue too."
Only then did she start swirling her tongue around my shaft like a snake.
The sensation of her mouth pussy was incredibly dynamic.
Her throat squeezed tight, the hard palate firm, the soft palate squishy—and amid it all, the ticklish wrap of her tongue supporting my cock.
Of course, if it was just about targeted stimulation for cumming, it was lacking.
But shoving your cock into an organ meant for breaking down food and forcing her to barely breathe? That provided a surprisingly solid psychological thrill.
The fact that she could grit her teeth and resist at any moment, yet chose to humbly endure and submit—it satisfied that corner of my conquest lust too.
Ears flushed red, Jung Eun-ji tapped my thigh, and I released her hair.
Her head snapped back like a spring, mouth gaping wide as drool dripped in globs while she gulped down air.
"Pahaa...! Hah, haaah...!!"
I stroked her hair as I spoke.
"You're lasting longer now? Good girl. Ready to eat?"
"Hngh... Y-yes...!"
"Then get to it."
Face flushed red from oxygen deprivation, she nodded vigorously and spread her mouth wide, chomping down on my cock again.
Up until now, it had been throat training. Now it was time for full-on fellatio to make me cum.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp-slurp, slurp—!
Shallower depth, but faster and more intense—her head bobbed up and down. Her tongue wrapped my shaft while her lips and cheeks clenched, rubbing the head.
Lips pursed out like a duck's beak in an ugly display, but Jung Eun-ji no longer cared about trivialities like that.
What mattered to her was obeying my orders, pleasing me. Nothing else.
Her head pistoned rapidly with my cock in her mouth, thick saliva drooling endlessly from the connection.
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp-slurp, slurp—!
Lewd wet sounds echoed through the room.
And I was getting there too.
"Cumming!"
The instant my cock swelled huge, I shoved her head down hard.
"Gulk, glurk—?!"
As I started shooting, pulsing ropes of cum with each throb, her throat clenched tight around the head.
I let go of her hair, and as expected, she whipped her long hair like the little mermaid and lifted her head.
"Mmph...!! Guh, guh... ."
Staring at the ceiling to keep the cum in her mouth, she barely managed ragged breaths, the milky white load pooling on her tongue.
"Open wider."
"Eh... ."
She gaped her mouth wide, and I folded a hotcake from the table in half, dipping and swirling it thoroughly through the semen.
I placed the cum-coated hotcake on the plate across from me.
"Alright, breakfast time."
At my words, she gulped down the load in her mouth and stood up.
Wearing nothing but a naked apron, she wobbled after kneeling so long and steadied herself on the table.
"Ahk...!"
"Careful sitting down."
"Yes... ."
She wiped the messy cum and saliva from her lips on her apron and took her seat.
Before her sat the cum-smeared hotcake.
"Dig in."
Picking up her fork, she replied to me.
"Hotcakes with cock-syrup... thank you for the meal... ."
Click—! Click—!
Blinding camera flashes erupted.
On the set of the studio where the ad shoot was in full swing, a woman dressed sharply in all black brushed back her silky hair.
Black knit top, black leather pants, black heels, and hair smooth as ebony.
She pulled off the outfit that could have looked tacky, making it look luxurious. The actress was Han Woo-hee.
Watching her on the monitor, the director shouted loudly.
"Okay! Perfect! Now, sit in the chair, tilt your head up, and gaze upward—let's shoot that!"
At his words, the staff bustled about. They brought a rotating round chair to the set, and makeup artists swarmed Han Woo-hee to touch up her face.
Looking utterly relaxed, Han Woo-hee asked the makeup artist fixing her makeup.
"Did you see it? <The Fixer from Hell>?"
The makeup artist bustled with her brush on Han Woo-hee's face and replied energetically.
"Yes! Of course!"
"That killer in it—who was it again?"
"Hee-chan?"
"Yeah, him. What'd you think? To me, it looked like he deliberately toned it down to match the drama's vibe."
"Oh...! Exactly. That's the consensus among us too. We were iffy at first, but then the production press conference video dropped? Everyone agreed after that. He definitely adjusted his tone."
"Heh, right?"
"You saw that? Our actress has such a sharp eye!"
As they chatted, the director checking the ad storyboard grabbed the speaker again.
"Alright, let's roll!"
The bustling staff cleared out from the set en masse, leaving Han Woo-hee alone, calmly awaiting the director's cue.
"Action!"
With the signal, the high-angle camera slowly approached her, closing in for a tight shot. Han Woo-hee leisurely lifted her head in perfect sync.
Despite the relaxed motion, the timing matched the camera work so flawlessly that the director let out a quiet gasp of admiration.
"As expected...!"
Starting from her neatly parted crown, her face filled the monitor as she slowly raised her head.
Her perfectly symmetrical, soft jawline dominated the top of the frame, her closed eyes fluttering open languidly to meet the lens.
Her unwavering black irises gazed mysteriously into the camera, and the director held his breath, eyes glued to the monitor.
Breath-taking beauty.
"Okay!! Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
Those were the only words he could muster.
The studio, mid-shampoo ad shoot, erupted in applause for Han Woo-hee, the flawless subject.