Chapter 57
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Tsundere? (♡)
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Tch. Tsundere or something? (♡)
A deep sigh, as if the earth itself might cave in.
"Huuu…."
Han Woo-hee let out a secret sigh when no one was around, shook off her stray thoughts, and stepped onto the set.
"Cut! Hold on a second! Woo-hee, are you feeling unwell or something?"
"Director, I'm sorry. I'm just a little off…."
Objectively speaking, it wasn't bad acting. But it wasn't acting worthy of the name "Han Woo-hee."
Director Son Jeong-hu, who pursued perfection with the same passion he put into everything, had been growing increasingly frustrated with Han Woo-hee's recent dip in form. He let out a low groan and wiped his forehead.
"Hmm…. Alright. No rush, so let's push your scenes to next week. Moving on to the next scene! Hee-seong, get ready!"
Director Son Jeong-hu decided to postpone Han Woo-hee's shoots and directed the staff to prepare for the next scene.
He approached her and said,
"Woo-hee. Head home and get some real rest today. Even I think it's been too much of a grind. It's Friday, so take the weekend off and we'll pick up next week."
"Thank you…."
Even with Director Son Jeong-hu's understanding words, Han Woo-hee bowed her head and gritted her teeth.
Acting slipping due to poor condition? Maintaining that condition was basic discipline for any actor—she had no excuse.
As the set changed and the staff bustled to move lights and cameras while the actors ran quick rehearsals, Han Woo-hee quietly slipped away from the set.
Just as she reached the entrance, her manager came rushing over.
"Huh? Woo-hee! Shooting just started—what's up? Why are you out already?"
"......"
Han Woo-hee stared at him silently before spitting out,
"Don't ask stupid questions. Take me home."
"O-okay. Hop in quick. I'll drive you."
On the way home, Han Woo-hee leaned back fully against the car seat. Her mind was a mess. Thoughts fogged her head like thick mist, refusing to clear.
"Huuu…."
The cause was simple. Today was Friday the 14th.
It had been a full week since she'd begged that bastard and met him again on Saturday the 8th.
"......"
So this was withdrawal. She needed that bastard's cock.
Han Woo-hee pulled out her smartphone and checked the post she'd uploaded.
[Cumdump @FreeBunny_0 / June 9th]
[Got my ass forcibly broken in this weekend. Felt weird and hurt at first, but damn, it's kinda addictive. Especially when he pulls out—that defecation sensation? After I went limp, it felt so good. But my asshole won't close properly. What do I do? ㅠㅠ]
[Photo of semen leaking from a gaping asshole]
Seeing this photo, Han Woo-hee had first realized an asshole could gape that wide.
Anal sex. Unfamiliar, but good.
It was a post she'd been told to write, but strictly speaking, she'd composed it herself based on her own experience.
Truth be told, she'd never imagined getting pleasure from there at first. Especially since it was her first time. The cold, foreign feel of the lube in her ass had been unpleasant, no doubt.
But as he used the lube to loosen and stretch her hole, Han Woo-hee had surprisingly started feeling that ticklish pleasure right away.
The sensation of that shameful spot—too embarrassing even to look at—being pried open and stretched by his rough hands. It was novel, yet thrilling enough to make her heart pound wildly.
Am I really a pervert…?
From her perspective, she couldn't help but think it.
Just recalling that day had her pussy tingling with excitement.
That day. Her shaved pussy, now hypersensitive to every touch, made the sticky cling of her damp cotton panties against it feel vivid.
Feeling her heart thumping, Han Woo-hee closed her eyes.
"Oppa. Hurry it up a bit."
****
Shwaaaah—.
Han Woo-hee, water streaming over her face from the showerhead, let out a deep sigh.
"Haa…."
She turned off the shower and stared into the mirror.
Thirty-three this year.
Born with flawless skin and maintained by modern medicine's best care, it was still as smooth and white as porcelain.
Her breasts, plump yet firm, retained their bounce; her S-curve waist and hips remained lethally alluring.
Han Woo-hee had it all as a woman, yet her reflection wore a face full of worry.
"Why hasn't he messaged…?"
It was Thirsty Thursday turning into wild Friday. The weekend loomed, but still no word from '@Wwwoops_00'.
Han Woo-hee's eyes sharpened as she glared at the mirror.
"Is he rolling around with that bitch?"
The one in the mask who'd filmed her. Face and voice unknown, but her body was decent.
"Still, I'm better than her, right? I—."
Han Woo-hee toweled her hair dry and checked the mirror again. No makeup, yet her dewy face was fresh and perfect.
"I'm Han Woo-hee."
She slipped into a bathrobe and headed to the living room, opening her smartphone. She logged into OnlyFans.
She played the video she'd bought for $1.10 last week. Her own sex tape. Laughable to buy her own video, but the account was that bastard's.
She hit play on the second of the two videos. The screen showed her ass impaled on a thick cock.
-Splurt, spluuurt, splurt, spluuuurt-!
Not super fast pistoning, but the massive cock made it feel like her ass was being dragged out every time he pulled back.
-Oh, oooh, ooooh, ooooooh?!!!
The smartphone speaker blared her beastly moans—raw, primal sounds she'd never dreamed she'd make.
It wasn't intentional. Unavoidable. That cock pounding her robbed all control over her voice. So, no real shame.
Watching pulled her right back into the moment.
Han Woo-hee quickly set her phone on the stand and shed her robe. Her pussy was flooded. Overflowing juices had soaked the robe's ass area.
She synced her fingers to the video man's thrusts, slowly plunging them into her pussy and stirring.
"Ah, ahng, deeper, pound me deeper…."
As she pleasured herself to the video, her fingers slipped out and down lower.
Rubbing her asshole's entrance with her pussy-slicked finger sent ticklish pleasure spreading.
"Hng…. Anal, I want a thick cock stuffing it…."
Fingering her ass sparked a sudden thought.
"He was being considerate…."
At the time, dildo in pussy and huge thing in her virgin ass for the first time—she'd been too overwhelmed. But the video showed his care clearly.
Shallow thrusts, gentle unlike her pussy pounding.
Probably why it didn't tear despite being her first. Han Woo-hee blushed faintly, staring at the man in the video.
"Tch. What, tsundere or something? Damn it…."
-Ohng? Ooooooh!!
Hearing her moans from the video, Han Woo-hee dove into serious anal masturbation.
"Eut, ueut…. Please, please wreck me again…. Any hole…."
****
Stamina. Stamina. Fucking miraculous stamina.
"Aangh! P-please, no more…! Hek, heuung…?!"
Late Friday night, after wrapping Male-Female Best Friends, I planned my conquest route.
First, Jung Eun-ji's place nearest the set. Laid her in bed for an hour, relentlessly pounding her tight pussy.
Even after cumming, leaving it in let 'Miraculous Stamina (A+)' harden me right up. I stirred another load inside her.
If cum were milk, it'd be cheese by now.
Kidding. Overflowing stamina warps sage time—makes me crack dumb jokes.
"Haha. Sunbae, your pussy's bubbling like a volcano."
After four nonstop loads in an hour, frothy cum bubbled from Jung Eun-ji's pussy. She moaned sickly, hips jerking.
I stroked her pussy, wiped the cum on her lower belly, and stood.
Next, quick rounds with busy Son Sia and Hong Ye-won on Fixer from Hell. Then, final stop.
Stone Actors HQ after midnight. Building dark and empty, I strode in freely.
Clunk-.
"Y-you're here?"
Bursting into the 7th-floor CEO office, CEO Baek Hee-jin—in a tight gray dress—curtsied like a medieval noblewoman, lifting the hem high.
Unlike nobles, though, she lifted it extra to flash her gaping pussy.
"Gonna fuck right away, so you warmed it up good?"
"Y-yes!"
I roughly spun her trembling-with-anticipation body, dropped my pants.
Then—
[Acquired Han Woo-hee's talent, Unparalleled Emotional Expression (A).]
A voice announced I'd acquired Han Woo-hee's talent out of nowhere.
"What, already?"
It meant over 2,000 buys on her anal deflowering video—the third condition.
"Heh."
Pausing mid-thrust to mutter to myself must've looked weird; CEO Baek Hee-jin tilted her head.
"Wh-why…?"
"Stay still."
I smacked her ass hard, checked my phone, and typed a message to Han Woo-hee.
- Ya. Book a hotel. Enema and wait. If pussy gets loose, gonna wreck your ass.
Message sent, I tossed the phone on the sofa and grabbed Baek Hee-jin's still-wide-eyed ass.
"Two or three rounds here, then off."
"Eh…???"
Squiiiish-!
I slammed my hips forward, burying my cock in her pussy in one go.
"A-aheuk?!!"