Chapter 59
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Blossoming Acts and Burning Fridays
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[Inner Beauty] filming set.
Day by day, 'Hyun-seong's' appearance kept changing, and finally, he confessed his secret to his managing editor and true first love, 'Hye-ri'.
Unlike his fears, 'Hye-ri' chose to get to know him, and 'Hyun-seong' met her in various forms, spending time together.
They were currently shooting a scene where 'Hyun-seong', in the guise of a high school girl, chatted cozily with 'Hye-ri' at a street food stall while eating tteokbokki.
Just then, the stall lady brought over a plate of fritters and remarked,
"Oh my, you sisters look so close."
At those words, 'Hye-ri' covered her mouth and laughed.
"Ah-hat! Auntie, do we really look like sisters?"
Laughter. Watching that pure laugh, devoid of any malice, 'Hyun-seong' in her high school girl form simply gazed at her. As if smitten, as if falling deeper.
'Hye-ri' turned her gaze back to 'Hyun-seong' and kept smiling.
"Ah, that was too funny. No other meaning, okay? Just amused."
She grinned ear to ear, truly delighted to be with 'Hyun-seong'. It was a blindingly bright smile, utterly shadowless.
'Hyun-seong', who had forgotten what laughing even meant, awkwardly lifted the corners of her mouth, trying her best to smile back.
'Hye-ri's' smile, warm and natural like morning sunlight, and 'Hyun-seong's' awkward yet sincere one.
The two lingered like that, gazing at each other and smiling.
That's when it happened.
"Cut! Okay! Perfect! Okay! Excellent! Haha!"
Director Son Jeong-hoo flashed a beaming smile, repeatedly giving the okay sign.
Just last week, Han Woo-hee had shown somewhat shaky acting, but after a solid weekend rest, this week she delivered a performance worthy of her title as a top actress.
"That smile is just... Even as a woman, I'd want to hug her."
"I love Actress Han Woo-hee so much..."
"She must've really been under the weather last week. Rested up and her form's on another level now."
The staff watching the shoot were full of praise for Han Woo-hee's acting.
"Senior, great work!"
Lee So-hee, the actress playing the young high school girl 'Hyun-seong', bowed politely to Han Woo-hee after the take. Han Woo-hee smiled brightly and waved her off.
"Oh my. What's gotten into you suddenly? You're embarrassing me. You worked hard too."
"Ah, no! I learned so much! Senior!"
"This kid. I'll head out first."
"Yes! Take care!"
Having wrapped today's schedule, Han Woo-hee slowly bid farewell to the staff and left the set.
On the way back.
Han Woo-hee leaned against the car seat and opened her smartphone.
On the screen was the OnlyFans site where she posted her sex videos.
Before she knew it, there were five uploads. Even after shooting last Saturday, she'd met him twice more on weekdays—Monday and Wednesday nights.
Monday featured a video of her getting pounded doggy-style by the hotel window with the curtains open amid the night view. Wednesday was her second anal development session.
There was a certain thrill in steadily adding videos to her OnlyFans account, one by one.
Han Woo-hee reread the post from Wednesday.
[ @FreeBunny_0 / June 19th ]
Virtue of a sex slave = Toleration. Cunt and then Anal. 25-Minute Anal Sex Training.
(A sex slave's virtue is endurance. Pussy first, now anal's turn. 25 minutes of anal sex training)
(Teaser Video) / (0:12)
The second anal experience was far better than the first.
But good was good, and easy it was not. She relaxed more than before, but his cock was still a beast, and Han Woo-hee had to scream gutturally each time it withdrew.
"Heh..."
As Han Woo-hee smiled faintly recalling the memory, her manager glanced at her in the rearview mirror while driving.
"Woo-hee, something good happen? I saw it on set too—your acting's peaking lately."
Han Woo-hee flinched at the question, switched her phone screen, and grumbled.
"What are you talking about? I'm Han Woo-hee. Last week was just an off day. Hurry up. I need rest."
"Got it. About an hour, but I'll shave off as much time as possible."
As the manager refocused on driving, Han Woo-hee returned to Chrome and tapped the dollar icon under the latest video.
Send Tip to @FreeBunny_0
Tip Amount (Min $5):
Payment Method: Visa **** **** **** 3728
Comment: (Optional)
Han Woo-hee entered '$300' as the tip and paid. Having tipped all five videos like that.
She closed her eyes gently.
Thump thump-.
A scorching Friday evening. No set time, but she had a date with him tonight too.
The Male-Female Best Friends set buzzed with heated energy.
A long conference table held people in crisp suits, and at the podium stood a sharp-featured woman.
Even in heels, her posture was ramrod straight, her gaze unwavering.
She directed her eyes at the young man at the head table and said,
"I'm Team Leader Lee Seo-ha, in charge of this briefing. The slides on screen match the materials at your seats—please refer to them as we go. With that—."
As Lee Seo-ha, the female lead of Male-Female Best Friends, was about to dive into the briefing.
The young man at the head spoke up.
Not a loud voice, yet it drew every eye in the room.
The man, unfazed by the attention, stared steadfastly only at Lee Seo-ha on the podium and asked,
"Yes, that's correct. Lee Seo-ha, AE Team 3 Leader at Daeheung Planning."
"...If I may—."
The man paused briefly, then parted his lips again. Contrary to his firm expression, his lips trembled slightly.
Two people who shared childhood from elementary through high school, adolescence together. Despite mutual feelings, torn apart by harsh realities, they had forgotten each other—until this chance reunion.
Over a decade later, Jeong Ho-young was certain the woman before him—same name as his first love—was that Lee Seo-ha.
In the midst of a crucial meeting, a client—the youngest division head at Daesung Logistics—suddenly asked her age.
Lee Seo-ha's mouth fell open in surprise as she stared blankly at him, while Division Head Jeong Ho-young pierced her with eyes full of conviction.
A brief silence.
Director Min Woo-jeong, face glued to the monitor, bellowed into the megaphone.
"Cut! Okay! Great! Woo-jin, Eun-ha, that emotional line is spot on! Let's redo full shot and bust shot keeping that vibe!"
Her face brimmed with excitement.
Like a chef with prime ingredients, Director Min Woo-jeong savored the joy as head director.
Jung Woo-jin's acting prowess was already proven in Fixer from Hell, and no traces of past roles lingered here.
A character utterly distinct from 'Hee-chan': 'Jeong Ho-young', seemingly steadfast yet desperately clinging to first-love memories—brought vividly to life by him.
And Im Eun-ha.
Her passion for acting was known, as were her bit parts in various works. But strictly speaking, casting her involved agency pressure.
Suggestions to cast the popular idol-turned-actress Im Eun-ha as lead for Southeast Asian rights sales.
So, some worries were natural.
But surprise.
Starting average in early shoots, Im Eun-ha now rivaled top stars—enough to warrant reshoots of prior scenes.
With her leads' peaking performances, Director Min Woo-jeong was busy calling okay from the monitor.
"Cut! Okay!! Perfect! That's a wrap for today! Great work, everyone!"
Friday evening. Earlier-than-expected wrap had the staff grinning as they efficiently packed up.
Im Eun-ha's private studio. Lately, I'd been enjoying a new play with her.
Just as I'd diligently eaten her out for her sake, she wanted my cock in her mouth, so it started there—and somehow turned into training.
After a round of intense sex.
I laid Im Eun-ha on the sofa and slowly thrust my cock down her throat. She hung her head over the edge, taking it in her mouth.
"Gulk, gurok, gurok, gulk...!"
As expected from her vocal skills, Im Eun-ha controlled her breath masterfully, enduring irrumatio for nearly 10 minutes already.
I slid my cock deep into her throat and gently teased her nipples.
"Grulk...!"
Im Eun-ha gurgled from deep in her throat, then urgently tapped my thigh.
The signal she couldn't take more.
I pulled out of her mouth with a slick pop, and she snapped her head up, coughing violently.
"Kehok, kek!!"
I glanced at the stopwatch app on my phone, then stroked her hair.
"Oh? 13 minutes 40 seconds this time. New record."