Chapter 62
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Vulgarly and Lewdly (♡)
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Everything was spinning.
Her vision shook wildly.
She knew the cause, but there was nothing Son Sia could do about it.
This bastard... no, Jung Woo-jin had picked up some bizarre position from God knows where, and it was hard to even describe in words.
It was like he'd wrapped his arms around her body, but to be more precise: with his cock buried inside her from behind, he'd hooked his arms around her legs and yanked them wide, then clasped his hands behind her neck to lock in the grip.
Anyway, Jung Woo-jin hoisted her up from behind in this ridiculous pose and started thrusting his hips wildly.
Thud, splat, thud, splat, thud-!
Her arms flailed straight back, flapping uselessly, while her legs—bent and clamped tight in his arms—couldn't move an inch. On top of that, with his hands locked behind her neck, she couldn't even lift her head; she was forced to stare at the floor.
"Ack, ehk, ughk-?!"
It was an insane position that would be impossible to hold without perfect balance and strength, yet Jung Woo-jin somehow managed to shuffle forward, shifting one leg at a time.
He was heading toward the full-length mirror.
Thud, splat, splat, splat-!
Her dizzying, shaking vision suddenly lifted, and Son Sia found herself face-to-face with her reflection in the mirror.
"Eek...?!!"
Squelch, squiiiish, squiiiish, squelch, squiiiish-!
It was utterly vulgar and lewd.
No—it was so far beyond vulgar that it wasn't even embarrassing; it was just absurd.
Just a little while ago, she'd been filming a cosmetics ad with all sorts of graceful, feminine poses. But the sight in the mirror was so tacky and comical, it bore no resemblance to that elegant version of herself.
With her legs folded and her waist bent, she looked like a sideways-scuttling crustacean—a crab. Except even a crab could move; she couldn't budge at all.
Of all her body's joints, the only ones she could freely move were her wrists and ankles.
And the guy who'd locked her into this? All he had to say was:
"Oh? I just tried mimicking something I saw online, but it's not bad, huh?"
"Eek, uhek...?!"
"What? You don't get it? Nah, take a good look. You can see my cock plunging in and out of your pussy crystal clear. Seeing it for yourself doesn't turn you on?"
Jung Woo-jin took it further, straightening his back to raise her viewing angle and stepping closer to the mirror.
"Ehhhk...!"
Now Son Sia could see her reflection in even sharper detail.
Just as he'd said, with her legs splayed wide, her fully exposed pussy was on full display as his cock pistoned in and out relentlessly. Watching it happen right there was dizzyingly stimulating.
It was miraculous. Her pussy, which normally stayed so tight, would inexplicably spread wide the moment his cock thrust in, drooling eagerly as it welcomed him.
Each time his cock slammed into her entrance and slid out with a slick pull, her neat labia quivered, her pussy puckering cutely.
Embarrassed, she tried to look away, but right there in the mirror was her own face staring back.
"Hek, ehhk...!"
Her slightly parted lips—stupidly agape—let saliva drool out in sticky strings. Her usually sharp, fierce eyes had gone all soft and melted, pupils blankly unfocused.
It didn't even look like her... and yet, it felt more like her true self than ever.
The raw face beneath all the masks she'd carefully layered on over the years to survive the brutal entertainment industry. All those protections stripped away.
Right now, nothing else mattered—not her relationships with other actors, not the stares from industry folks, not public reactions, not her project's performance. Nothing complicated.
Just cling to Jung Woo-jin. Just get pounded by his cock. Just think about feeling good.
Staring at her blissfully melted face in the mirror, Son Sia opened her mouth.
"G-Gooood...! It's so vulgar, I looove it! H-Harder, pound me haaaarder...!"
In response, Jung Woo-jin gripped her tighter.
Slam, squiiiish, slam, slam, squiiiish, squiiiish-!
The cock slamming in and out of her pussy grew even rougher and faster. Soon, Son Sia clearly felt it swelling deep inside her.
"Oh, ooooh! C-Cuuuuming!! I'm cuuuuuming!!"
Spurt, spuuurt, spuuuurt-!!
The thick fullness filling her depths. The heavy mass of semen battering her cervix.
Lost in the ticklish ecstasy that made her mind soar, Son Sia finally surrendered, going limp in his arms.
Squirt, shhhiiish, shwooooosh-!!
Tiny droplets scattered from her face, visible in her half-lidded, blurring vision.
"There."
"......"
I roughly wiped down Son Sia's sprawled body on the bed with a towel, straightened the soaked sheets, swapped in fresh bedding from the closet, laid her on top, and headed out of her place.
Even at night, the air hung heavy. Hot.
I'd planned to spend the night with her and visit Hong Ye-won tomorrow, but with 'Phenomenal Stamina (A+)', there was no need.
Putting off what needs doing is just the weak making excuses.
I texted Hong Ye-won and headed to the main road to hail a taxi.
Maybe because she'd drunk more alcohol than usual—booze she rarely touched—the buzz hit her harder than expected.
"Ugh..."
After Jung Woo-jin and Son Sia slipped out, Hong Ye-won let out a sigh but stuck around for the wrap party until right before midnight, when she finally left the restaurant and caught a cab.
Back home, she collapsed onto the bed without even removing her makeup.
Part of her wished she could just pass out like this and wake up Saturday evening when Jung Woo-jin was due, but even with her eyes closed, sleep wouldn't come.
After over an hour of lying there, still wide awake, Hong Ye-won kicked off the covers and bolted upright.
"Ugh, can't sleep..."
She flicked on the living room lights and hauled out her entire toy collection from the storage cabinet.
It was late into the night, but sleep was hopeless anyway—so masturbation it was.
Hong Ye-won stripped off her panties and tossed them aside, then propped both legs up on the sofa.
She started by rubbing her pussy with her fingers, slowly massaging to coax out her juices.
Squelch, squiiish-.
In the quiet living room, the slick sounds of her pussy friction echoed softly.
As her fingers grew slick with pussy juice, she grabbed the Womanizer, smeared some on her clit, and pressed it home.
'+', '+', '+'
She mashed the intensity-up button repeatedly while teasing her clit with the Womanizer and lightly stirring her entrance with her fingers.
Ticklish pleasure built, her thighs quivering on the sofa. Her breaths grew ragged, turning into moans.
"Hnn, hnnng..."
Her fingers snaked inside like serpents, sly and twisting, while she hammered the Womanizer's '+' button to ramp up the clit torment.
"Hahk, haaaahk... G-Goooona...!!"
The ticklish ecstasy surged unbearably high—right then.
Beep beep beep, ding-.
The door lock chimed as someone punched in the code, and the front door began to open.
Not understanding the situation, Hong Ye-won jolted in shock and stared at the door—but she couldn't stop the orgasm crashing over her.
Her wide eyes fixed on the opening door as her hips bucked wildly.
She tried desperately to cling to her fraying mind, but her urethra—beyond control—leaked squirt.
Shh, shhhiiish-!
"U, ughaaaahk...?!!"
"......"
Thankfully(?), it was someone she knew who'd opened the door: Jung Woo-jin.
He'd said he'd come tomorrow, but here he was, walking in on Hong Ye-won mid-squirt. He stared blankly for a moment before hurriedly shutting the door.
Hong Ye-won, thighs trembling dumbly as she gawked from the sofa. Jung Woo-jin, frozen at the door without even kicking off his shoes, staring at her squirting away. Neither could speak.
"......"
"......"
Awkward silence hung thick with lewd tension.
Jung Woo-jin broke it first.
"This crazy bitch ignores my texts because..."
He yanked off his cap and mask, tossing them on the floor, and strode toward naked Hong Ye-won.
"Uh, wha..."
His intimidating presence made her stammer and sink deeper into the sofa.
"Whatever, works out. You're already all soft and ready, so let's just fuck."
Hong Ye-won blankly watched him strip off his pants.
"You do anal prep?"
"Uh... N-Nooo..."
"Shit. Guess your pussy's getting wrecked all night then—what if it breaks?"
His voice dripped raw masculinity as he declared he'd ruin her pussy.
Words that should wound a woman's pride—instead made Hong Ye-won's heart race harder.
Now fully stripped, Jung Woo-jin climbed onto the sofa, throbbing cock in hand. Hong Ye-won panted roughly, reaching for his neck.