Chapter 52
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Be the Shooting Director (♡)
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Stepping into the hotel room, Son Sia couldn't easily make sense of the scene before her.
A woman in a rabbit mask lay sprawled on the hotel bed like she was dead, after Jung Woo-jin had shoved her inside with a grunt.
It was a pitiful sight.
Her pussy was swollen from being pounded who-knows-how-many times, and thick white cum was oozing out in globs, soaking the sheets.
Son Sia's head spun. It wasn't anger—just sheer bewilderment.
"I-Is this woman dead...? Uh, uh. W-Wait a sec. What do you do in a situation like this? Um.... I mean...."
She thought it might be possible. Jung Woo-jin was the type who handled women roughly, after all. Maybe he'd strangled her during sex or something insane like that.
"Wh-What do we do? Oh god...."
Son Sia stomped her feet and clutched her head.
Thwack-.
That's when Jung Woo-jin grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him.
"What the hell are you talking about? Are you nuts? Why would I kill someone?"
"Huh? She's not dead...?"
"No. She just passed out."
Snapping back to reality, Son Sia took a closer look at the woman in the rabbit mask. Sure enough, her chest was rising and falling.
"Oh...."
Finally relaxing, Son Sia shook off Jung Woo-jin's hand and plopped down on the empty side of the bed.
"Haa.... What the fuck was that? Why'd you call me here then? When that bitch wakes up, you'll just keep fucking her."
She knew he was the type to screw anything that moved, but the words slipped out snappish anyway.
She felt stupid for hoping, even briefly, for something romantic. Just then, Jung Woo-jin chuckled and approached, stroking her hair.
"What? Were you hoping for something? Want me to pat your pussy?"
"You psycho...."
"Anyway, the reason I called you here is...."
Son Sia looked up at him, curious despite herself.
"You hate Han Woo-hee, right?"
Son Sia stared at him blankly, surprised he'd remembered something she'd said ages ago.
After debuting as an adult actress, Son Sia had endured Han Woo-hee's bullying for a while, thanks to her pretty face and raw talent.
It started with her boldly saying she'd work hard to become an actress like Han Woo-hee someday. But somehow, it got twisted into some junior arrogantly claiming she'd surpass her senior.
Son Sia had struggled to clear up that nasty rumor among industry insiders. Grinding her teeth, she spat,
"Haa, why the fuck is that bitch involved now?"
"That's Han Woo-hee."
"......??"
The spacious hotel room fell into a hushed silence.
"Wh-What did you say...?"
"The one in the rabbit mask is Han Woo-hee."
"Y-You're insane! Are you fucking crazy?! Even if Hong Ye-won doesn't know, what the hell were you thinking touching her?! Don't you want to keep working as an actor?"
Suddenly flying into a rage, Son Sia rushed over to Han Woo-hee and peeked under her mask.
Confirming Han Woo-hee's face—eyes rolled back—Son Sia clutched her forehead, dizzy.
"Ah, fuck. It's really her."
Jung Woo-jin wanted to let her reactions play out for laughs, but he needed to wrap this up before Han Woo-hee woke. He pulled Son Sia into a hug, forcing eye contact.
"Quit flapping around and focus. I'll explain why I called you."
Son Sia finally met his gaze and calmed down.
"...Okay. Why'd you call me?"
"I need a shooting director."
"Wh-What? What kind of director?"
"Shooting director."
"Haa, this is fucking insane. Is this really okay? Why drag me into it?"
Son Sia asked while snapping nude pics of Han Woo-hee. But despite her grumpy tone, she was clearly holding back a laugh.
She removed the rabbit mask and shot from various angles.
More diligently than her complaints suggested.
Full-body shots to capture her face clearly from afar, close-ups zooming in on the cum dripping from between her legs.
Those photos and videos would be leverage until Han Woo-hee's subordination hit 50%. Blackmail to keep her in line.
The masked pics and vids from the burner account were anonymous, but comparing them to these face-revealing nudes would expose her as the owner to anyone.
⤷ Primary Condition: Thrust your cock into 'Han Woo-hee' until she passes out. (Completed)
⤷ Secondary Condition: Film 'Han Woo-hee's sex video and sell it to 1,000+ people. (0/1000)
⤷ Tertiary Condition: Fulfill the secondary condition first.
With a shooting director secured, it was time for me and Han Woo-hee to work as actors. I called out to Son Sia, still meticulously photographing every inch of Han Woo-hee's body.
"Hey, wake her up. Let's shoot a video."
"Wake her?"
Son Sia, wearing the same fox mask as me, tilted her head at me.
"Yeah. Wake her however you want."
"For real?"
Her expression was hidden, but her eyes sparkled like her lips were curling into a grin.
Emboldened by the mask's anonymity, Son Sia's moves were bold.
She spread Han Woo-hee's legs and sat between them, tapping her pussy. Then she glanced back at me for confirmation.
"I can do whatever?"
"Yeah...."
I leaned against the wall, watching.
Worried Han Woo-hee might kick when she woke, Son Sia pinned one leg with her elbow and squashed the other with her body—like a wrestler submitting her.
With Han Woo-hee subdued, Son Sia reached for her pussy.
She pinched Han Woo-hee's clit hard enough to make even me flinch, then paused and asked me,
"She's too dry. Got any lube?"
"Nope."
"Figures. Oh well."
Saying that, Son Sia began stimulating Han Woo-hee's pussy slowly.
Squelch, squelch-.
Juices started flowing from Han Woo-hee's pussy, and Son Sia spread them around, picking up the pace.
"Ngh, ugh, ungh...."
Muffled groans escaped Han Woo-hee, her pussy gushing.
Once it was slick enough, Son Sia bunched four fingers together—thumb excluded—and twisted them forcefully into Han Woo-hee's pussy.
She flexed and unflexed them rapidly, scraping the inner walls.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-!
"......"
I watched in stunned silence as the same Son Sia who always whined for gentle treatment roughed up someone else's pussy without mercy.
Under Son Sia's rough handling, Han Woo-hee started twitching and gasping.
"Ngh, ahng, ng.... Ah, ahng?!!"
And finally, Han Woo-hee woke up.
How to gain the upper hand in negotiations.
Simple. Put them in a state where they can't think straight.
So before Han Woo-hee could fully wake and look around, I shoved Son Sia aside, dove in, and slammed my cock into her pussy.
Squelch-!!
And gave her a friendly greeting.
"Hey there? Actress Han Woo-hee, cum dump extraordinaire."
"Guh, guhck...?! Y-You bast.... F-Fuck...?! What the.... Guhk?!"
Han Woo-hee glared at my masked face with bulging eyes, but I thrust deep and rocked my hips, clouding her gaze in seconds.
Squelch, squelch, splurch, spluuuurch-!
I kept pounding as I laid out the deal.
"Shut up and listen. We're gonna put the mask back on and shoot a sex video. Word is your moans are so trashy, no one will even think it's you. So scream all you want."
"Ahng, hng, hungh.... You fuckin' dog.... Th-This.... Haa.... P-Pull out already?!"
"If you're gonna talk, modulate properly. You'll blow your cover."
I scooped Han Woo-hee up and sat on the bed with her in my lap. Son Sia, masked in fox, signaled she was ready with an okay sign.
"Y-You! What the hell are you doing here?!"
Haa-.
I sighed and smacked her lower belly hard.
"Guh, guhck?!"
Han Woo-hee's mouth gaped, spit flying. I pinched her nipples tight and whispered,
"I've got tons of pics and vids with your face showing from while you were out. Burner account screenshots too. Don't wanna quit acting? Cooperate nicely. I don't even want your money or anything."
She had no clear way out.
She could try tracking me down, but it'd destroy her too. Han Woo-hee had more to lose than anyone.
In dead-end despair, people cling to faint hopes. Same with her.
Rubbing her punched belly and panting, Han Woo-hee glared. It looked sharp, but I saw the fear vibrating in her eyes.
Han Woo-hee. She clearly didn't want to lose a thing.
After flapping her lips silently, she finally asked,
"You won't ask for anything.... For real?"
"No money, nothing. You know blowing it up hurts me too—why mutual destruction? I'm scared too. And don't worry about the video. No one'll recognize you, and you're already posting masturbation clips. One more won't change much."
"......"
"Oh right. Just avoid bed scenes from now on. Your problem."
Han Woo-hee went quiet, then lifted her rabbit mask. I nodded to fox-masked Son Sia.
"Ready, action!"