Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: I'll Do Whatever You Say
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I'll do whatever you say. Okay?
Warm sunlight poured down on a Saturday morning.
On a high floor of Tower Palace—Seoul's so-called skyscrapers—overlooking Yangjae Stream.
Han Woo-hee paced back and forth by the window, her mind a whirlwind of agitation.
She chewed her lips anxiously, periodically pulling out her smartphone to check it.
Her screen showed the chat window with '@Wwwoops_00' open, where only the message she'd sent him from the set yesterday lingered hollowly.
@FreeBunny_0 / June 7
Got time...? As long as we don't mess with each other's private lives like now, it seems okay to meet up occasionally. You liked my pussy too, right?
Han Woo-hee peered at her screen once more, her face twisting in frustration as she screamed.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fucking hell—!! Why, why no replyyy—!!"
It was already Saturday. With her packed schedule, once the weekend passed, squeezing in time during the week would be tough.
If they didn't meet this weekend, she might have to endure her frustrations for at least a week.
"No, no way.... I'll go crazy...."
Still pacing by the window, Han Woo-hee finally collapsed onto the sofa.
"P-please.... Just reply, please...."
Han Woo-hee clutched her head hard, as if it might rip off from the unbearable lust surging through her mind. That cock danced before her eyes. That massive dick of his that had filled her pussy to the brim.
That was when it happened.
Ding—!
"......!!"
The alarm chimed from her smartphone, and Han Woo-hee snatched it up like a madwoman, her hair a mess.
And on her screen appeared a fresh message from '@Wwwoops_00'.
Why's this fucking bitch being so clingy?
"Wh-what?!"
The moment she saw it, Han Woo-hee gaped stupidly, blurting out a dumb noise. Her hands trembled around the phone from the shock of the unexpected text.
"Wh-why?"
For Han Woo-hee, who'd always been the absolute top dog in contracts or relationships alike, this was incomprehensible.
A stunning face no man could resist, a body that drove them wild. And her status as Korea's hottest national actress.
For someone like her to offer a meetup—and get rejected? Utterly alien.
It wasn't like she sucked in bed either.
The male actors she'd dated before always got hooked after one taste, wasting away for at least a month. She had full confidence in her goods down there.
"Th-there's no way he wasn't satisfied...? I manage it so carefully...."
Of course, this guy's was so thick she'd barely had wits to clench or anything—but still, rejecting her? Unfathomable.
Han Woo-hee wiped drool from her chin without thinking and tapped out a reply with shaky fingers.
Why, why are you like this? We had fun together, right? Is it the mask? If that's bugging you, we can take it off when we're not filming. Come on, let's work it out. Okay?
It felt like groveling low, but humiliation didn't even cross her mind.
For Han Woo-hee, the only thing that mattered was soothing '@Wwwoops_00' somehow and securing the meetup.
After sending it, she clasped her hands tight, staring at the screen in agony, waiting for a reply.
Ding—.
Thankfully, the response came quick.
Annoying bitch. Your pussy goes loose after just a few thrusts—barely any fun. If you offer your ass too, maybe I'll consider it.
"L-loose? What the fuck is this guy...? Ass...?"
Han Woo-hee knew damn well what "ass" meant.
Anal sex.
She'd once curiously fingered it a bit out of curiosity, but anal? Never crossed her mind.
Not something she'd done or ever wanted to. She figured only pervy freaks were into that.
"A real sick pervert...? Well, yeah, he is one. Seems like an SM type...."
Her mind went blank.
"Wh-what do I do...."
That was when it happened.
This fucking bitch ignoring me? Testing the waters? Fine. Fuck off.
The moment she saw that cold reply, Han Woo-hee couldn't think straight. She stared holes into the screen and hammered out responses frantically.
No! No!
Sorry, I'm sorry! I've never done the back before.
Should I book a hotel like last time and let you know?
Hey, reply.... I'm really sorry....
I'll reply right away from now on. I'll do anything you say. Okay?
Please....
"Sorry.... Okay? Please...."
As she sent the messages, Han Woo-hee unwittingly murmured them aloud too—like truly begging him.
And moments later.
Ding—.
Book a hotel for tonight and hit me up. And clean your ass properly with an enema.
Han Woo-hee, who'd been fidgeting in fear of being blocked, let out a cheer the instant she saw it.
"Yes!"
Got it! I'll book the hotel and message you.
After firing off the reply in a hurry, a wave of worry hit Han Woo-hee.
"For anal sex, what do I even need to do.... Prep other stuff first and search it up."
Han Woo-hee first booked the hotel room and messaged '@Wwwoops_00', then bolted to the master bedroom.
Staring into the full-length mirror, she neatly tied her hair up. He hadn't mentioned it, but if he filmed a video, a ponytail hid her identity better than loose hair.
And above all, her elegant deer-like neckline was one of her best features and charms—she wanted to highlight it.
Han Woo-hee pulled a thin necklace from the vanity drawer and clasped it around her neck.
The delicate chain dipped in a soft curve below her sharply protruding collarbone, accentuating her neck and shoulders even more.
"Hmm...."
Normally, she'd nod in satisfaction at how perfect it looked, but Han Woo-hee fussed anyway, pulling out others to compare and try on.
"Ah...! Maybe the necklace is risky?"
Worried it might give away her identity, she unclasped it. Then she flung open the massive wardrobe that took up one whole wall of the room.
"Underwear first!"
Not hanging openly, but in a hidden drawer lurked outfits she'd recently stocked up on—just in case—sluttier than slutty.
Some barely qualified as underwear.
"He'd love something like this...?"
Han Woo-hee lifted a set of black lace lingerie with floral patterns.
The bra mostly covered the sides, boldly exposing the tops of her breasts and deep cleavage, with holes at the nipples to bare them.
The bottom was even thinner sheer mesh, fully revealing her skin underneath, with a blatant hole punched right at her pussy.
Less underwear, more a woman's weapon for special occasions.
Han Woo-hee tossed the set onto the bed and pondered what to wear over it.
"Hmm, what style would he like...?"
A slim-fit turtleneck knit hugging her body, paired with a beige skirt—feminine yet neat.
"Nah."
She kept the turtleneck but swapped to a light blue pleated skirt and short enamel heels. Fresh and innocent vibe.
But again, Han Woo-hee shook her head vigorously and shoved the outfit back onto the rack.
"No, no. Something more primal...."
Stamping her feet, rummaging wildly through the wardrobe, Han Woo-hee suddenly froze.
"Might as well go full trashy. That'd suit his tastes better."
She nodded decisively and yanked out one outfit, flinging it onto the bed.
"Ugh! Not enough time...! Where do I get enema kits? Pharmacy? Convenience store maybe...?"
Han Woo-hee quickly threw on some simple going-out clothes and headed out the front door.
Alone in the empty elevator, she opened a portal site and started searching.
'Anal sex', 'How to do an enema'
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'Elegant mask', 'Stunning beauty', 'Nation's first love', 'National actress'
These were just a few ways to describe Han Woo-hee.
Amid countless celebrities who flared up like comets only to fade away, she'd held her spot as Korea's representative national actress for over a decade.
Appearing in films and dramas alike, countless works—she'd made the whole nation laugh and cry.
Could anyone imagine it?
That such a Han Woo-hee, to avoid being dumped by some guy she met online, would toss aside her ironclad pride, apologize profusely, and beg to meet?
That she'd enema herself to offer up anal sex she'd never tried, waiting anxiously in a hotel room?
Unfortunately, only Son Sia and I knew the truth.
In the elevator, I messaged Han Woo-hee.
I'm here, so leave the key outside the door. You stay quiet, mask on, face down on the bed. We'll start filming the second I walk in.
The elevator soon hit the 8th floor. Stepping out with Son Sia, we faced away from the CCTV, ditched our hats and masks, and donned our fox masks.
Sure enough, outside the hotel room Han Woo-hee had directed us to sat the card key neatly placed.
I picked it up, swiped the door open, and nodded to the masked Son Sia with a quiet whisper.
"Ready, action."