Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Just Mere Amusement
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It's just mere amusement...
The set of the movie Inner Beauty.
The atmosphere on set, where principal photography had kicked off in earnest not long ago, was incredibly hectic.
Usually, the vibe on a set was dictated by the director in charge of the overall vision, and Director Son Jung-hoo was the type to give meticulously detailed feedback to the actors.
Director Son Jung-hoo picked up the megaphone and called for a tweak in the performance from Lee Myung-jo, the UFC fighter making his acting debut.
"Cut! Myung-jo, when you scratch your head awkwardly there, make the motion a bit bigger. Give it a slightly dopey feel."
"Got it!"
Thanks to the passionate Director Son Jung-hoo, the set buzzed with energy, but that also meant each scene took quite a while to shoot.
Han Woo-hee watched the chaos unfold with a peculiar glint in her eye.
"Hoo..."
Truth be told, ever since "that incident" at the hotel, she'd been tossing and turning in bed, fretting over it.
She was Korea's premier leading lady, the actress everyone adored. Getting to that title had been a grueling, uphill battle, and she couldn't just toss it away. What if those two bastards she'd met that day pulled some stunt?
But a day passed, then a week, and true to their word, they hadn't demanded a thing from her—not even a single message.
Han Woo-hee went about her schedule as usual, shooting ads and hitting the movie set, her heart heavy with unease. Yet nothing happened to her at all.
'At least they're scum who know how to keep their word?'
Of course, she knew her sex tape was circulating on some site called OnlyFans that she'd never even heard of before, but it didn't really bother her much.
No, the thought of guys getting off to her body actually turned her on. Hell, if she'd known sooner, she might've done it herself.
What pissed her off was why that damn bastard had uploaded it for a pathetic 0.1 bucks. She'd checked around and seen other accounts selling sex videos for 40 to 70 dollars.
'You filthy prick. With my video, you could've at least charged 100 dollars...'
She didn't care how much cash that asshole made off it. What mattered wasn't the pittance—it was her pride.
'Next time I see him, maybe I should tell him to sell it for more...?'
Han Woo-hee glanced around furtively, pulled out her smartphone, dimmed the brightness to minimum, and checked her Twitter burner account.
She hadn't posted anything since that one update "@Wwwoops_00" had ordered her to make.
[ Cumdump @FreeBunny_0 / June 2nd ]
[ (White flag emoji) This weekend, I finally met a real monster cock and turned into a total cumdump. Couldn't last 3 minutes—hell, not even a second after insertion. Sorry. No more bookings from now on. It wrecked my pussy so bad, nothing else will feel good anymore. ]
[ (Photo of thick, stringy cum leaking from her gaping pussy) ]
She tapped into her following list. There was only one account she followed.
Originally, she'd planned to unfollow after their one-night stand and delete everything, but now she just couldn't bring herself to hit that button.
Han Woo-hee scanned her surroundings once more and opened her chat with "@Wwwoops_00".
His pic of that massive dick was still there. She hadn't saved it to her gallery, but some inexplicable attachment kept drawing her back to it multiple times a day.
"Haa, fuck..."
Even though it'd wrecked her pussy so bad it felt torn open, she couldn't stop replaying that night.
The insane girth that hadn't just filled her up but stretched her hole wide. The ridiculous length that hammered her cervix so effortlessly. Those sensations kept scrambling her brain.
Because the pleasure from his cock had made her black out not once, but twice.
In the week since then...
Han Woo-hee had bought a huge dildo and jammed it in desperately, pinched her nipples hard until they ached, but nothing could recreate that electric thrill.
The heavy weight of a male body pinning down the female. His rough, primal savagery. Those thick arms that left her utterly helpless. Those masculine fingers plunging into her, scratching all the right spots.
"Ah, this is driving me insane. Should I just message him...?"
As long as they kept respecting each other's privacy like this.
'Meeting up occasionally for just sex wouldn't be so bad...? And film a video while we're at it to upload...'
Han Woo-hee hammered out a message to "@Wwwoops_00" with both thumbs flying.
[ Got time...? As long as we don't mess with each other's personal lives like now, hooking up sometimes seems fine. You liked my pussy too, right? ]
One tap on send, and it'd go straight to "@Wwwoops_00". Just a flick of her finger, and she might feel that ecstatic bliss again.
"......"
It felt like sneaking junk food as a kid, or jerking off to a porn vid a friend snuck you while your parents weren't home. That thrill of doing something you knew you shouldn't.
If she had to name it, maybe a sense of taboo? Something heavy weighed on her chest, refusing to lift.
But like smokers who know it's bad yet can't quit, Han Woo-hee couldn't shake the memory of that night's pleasure.
"Yeah, it's just mere amusement..."
Even knowing addiction might trap her forever, she ultimately crushed her reason under instinct and hit send.
Confirming the message had gone through, Han Woo-hee flipped her phone face-down, heart pounding.
That was when it happened.
A commotion erupted in one corner of the set, so Han Woo-hee craned her neck to look.
That arrogant prick. Jung Woo-jin.
Staff, Director Son Jung-hoo—everyone welcomed him, crowding around. Jung Woo-jin smiled, greeting them before heading to the director.
Like the sun, Jung Woo-jin shone brightly even here on set.
"Ha, arrogant prick... He's ridiculously handsome..."
Han Woo-hee let out a quiet sigh and muttered to herself. Arrogant or not, his looks were the real deal.
After a moment's hesitation, she stood and walked toward him, her face blooming like spring flowers.
"Woo-jin, what brings you here when there's no shoot for you?"
"Ah, sunbae. Good to see you. I meant to drop by on the first day of shooting, but my schedule got in the way."
As he bowed politely in greeting, Han Woo-hee flinched, her body trembling slightly.
Forcing a smile through the exchange, she returned to her spot, tilting her head.
'What is this déjà vu...? Because his build is similar to that guy's...?'
"Sigh. What am I even thinking."
Then the assistant director approached her.
"Woo-hee, we're shooting soon. Just a quick makeup touch-up."
Han Woo-hee let the makeup artist work while closing her eyes to immerse herself in the role.
Ecstatic sex or whatever—shooting came first.
Selling Han Woo-hee's sex tape had gone incredibly smoothly. Sure, the low price helped, but money wasn't the issue.
I wasn't short on cash, and even big bucks wouldn't have mattered. What I cared about was how many people bought it.
To covet her talents.
Sell a 0.1-dollar video to 1,000 buyers, and it's just 100 bucks. After fees, nothing left.
"Tips? What the hell, how'd they pile up this much?"
Surprisingly, a hefty sum had accumulated—from viewer tips. Tips were basically donations, pocket change tossed to encourage more content.
But buyers of Han Woo-hee's vid were blown away by the quality and heat, showering it with unsolicited fat tips.
"No reason to toss the cash, though. Might as well buy some toys with it."
And finally, the day 1,000 people had bought Han Woo-hee's sex tape—the day Mammon's condition was met. Before my afternoon shoot for Platonic Besties, I swung by the Inner Beauty set.
I knew the second condition was cleared without checking, but to see the third, I needed to lay eyes on Han Woo-hee.
"Hyung-nim, what brings you to the Inner Beauty set?"
"Gotta show my face and say hi, even if it's late."
"Ah, gotcha."
Riding in the van driven by Jin-woo, who looked a bit worn out, the Inner Beauty set felt scattered yet pulsing with intense heat that prickled the skin.
From a quick glance outside, the food truck and coffee cart were there too.
With heavy investment, the set perks were top-notch, and the staff faces lit up.
I entered, greeting staff as I searched for Director Son Jung-hoo.
"Hello! Director, no matter how busy, you gotta visit the set at least once, right? No morning shoot today, so just popping in to say hi!"
"Haha! Never dreamed you'd show, Woo-jin. Come on in. Your seduction scene with the girl later? That'll be over at that set."
Director Son Jung-hoo welcomed me warmly. Greeting staff around, I spotted Han Woo-hee approaching.
⤷ 1st Condition: Pound your cock into 'Han Woo-hee' until she passes out. (Complete)
⤷ 2nd Condition: Film 'Han Woo-hee''s sex tape and sell to 1,000+ people. (Complete)
⤷ 3rd Condition: Film the deflowering of 'Han Woo-hee''s ass and sell to 2,000+ people. (0/2000)
"Hooh...?"