Chapter 66
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Gotta Fix That Habit of Yours (♡)
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Thud-.
Outside the personal recording studio, the control box shook violently.
“Haaah…!”
A heavy pain throbbed in my thigh, but I gritted my teeth through it, scooping Im Eun-ha into my arms and stepping into the soundproofed recording booth.
My hips didn't let up even as I moved.
Slap, smack, slap, smack-!
“Ah, haak?!”
With my arms wrapped around Im Eun-ha's nape and waist, I thrust my hips upward with fervor, her dress fluttering wildly with each motion.
The black dress was already stained with dried cum in spots, but since it was her personal piece—not a sponsor item—a little more mess wouldn't hurt.
Thud-.
I pinned Im Eun-ha against the soundproofed wall, hiking up her dress with one hand to expose her pale groin, then slammed my hips into her relentlessly.
Squelch, squiiiish, squiiiish, squelch, squiiiish-!
White foam bubbled at our sticky union, slick with her juices and my cum.
“Eut, uuut! Harder, pound me rougher-!”
Im Eun-ha gazed at me with pleasure-glazed eyes, her arms tightening around my neck.
Her arm strength was nothing compared to the vise-like grip of her pussy, clamping down on my cock without mercy.
Honed by idol training, her lower body delivered a chewy tightness that could milk me dry if I slipped even once.
But cumming first would bruise my pride, so I adjusted my thrusts, angling my cock to scrape her G-spot as I drove in.
Her pussy was familiar territory after all these rounds—I could find her weak spots by feel alone.
Splurt, spuuuurt, splurt, spuuuurt-!!
She gaped her mouth, ragged breaths spilling out as my curving, scraping thrusts ravaged her insides. Drool trickled from her lips—she was close.
Feeling her pussy spasm around me, I finally let the pressure build toward release.
“A, aaah! I-I'm cumming-!”
“Here it comes!”
I slammed upward one last time, battering her cervix. And with that—
Spurt, spuuurt, spuuuurt-!
The fourth load flooded her pussy.
“Ooh, ooooh!!”
“Hoo….”
Even after I finished, Im Eun-ha's hips jerked and trembled. I slowly knelt, lowering her body to the floor.
Pop-.
Pulling out, her pussy made a fresh, lively slurp despite the fourth use, gaping lewdly.
Drip-.
Cum backflowed instantly from her depths, trickling down her perineum. I grabbed some tissue to wipe her clean, keeping it off the dress.
Not that it mattered much with the splatters already everywhere, but still.
“Hng, hnghut….”
Im Eun-ha slumped on the booth floor, tilting her head to look at me.
“Oppa… that was so good….”
Her voice slurred limply from her lolling tongue. I chuckled, tapping her slick folds with my palm.
“Ahut…!”
After staring at the booth ceiling for a moment, Im Eun-ha turned to me.
“Oppa, when did you say you're joining the [Inner Beauty] shoot?”
“In about a week.”
“Whoa. Already?”
I'd gotten the call from Director Son Jeong-hu yesterday. Filming was on schedule, and I could join the set properly in a week.
Anticipation bubbling, I lay beside her, kneading her soft lower belly.
Early morning in a massive warehouse studio.
Staff bustled about the set, arranging props and meticulously checking lights.
It was the filming site for the hotly anticipated second-half release, the movie [Inner Beauty].
“Props team! Props team! Over here a sec! That shelf is empty!”
“Huh? Hey! Careful with that! It's an original. If you break it, you're—”
Click, click, click-.
The noisy set fell quiet at the steady heel clicks crossing it. The shouting props director turned, staring blankly at the source.
Han Woo-hee, makeup-light and casually dressed before her styling.
Her jet-black hair swaying, she didn't break stride, offering the props director a slight smile and greeting.
“Good morning, Director.”
As her lips parted, he felt like a rose blooming brilliantly.
Just a simple open and close, yet it hit him dizzyingly. Tongue-tied, he watched her dumbly.
Only after she'd passed did he manage to speak.
“Whoa….”
This wasn't his first time. He'd thought he was used to actress Han Woo-hee, but up close like this, his mind reeled.
Snapping out of it, embarrassment hit. He yelled at his staff, also gawking after her.
“Hey, snap out of it! Get those props checked!”
It wasn't just him. Everywhere Han Woo-hee went, the same happened. Even plainly dressed, she drew eyes like a black hole—regardless of gender.
A famous handsome actor once said:
‘Being good-looking is the best, it's cool, it's always thrilling.’
Beauty was no different. Humans instinctively chased the gorgeous.
“Good morning, Director. Have a great day!”
Drawing countless gazes, Han Woo-hee reached the set's heart and greeted Director Son Jeong-hu.
Her voice bright as morning sun. He looked up from his monitor, checking shots, and welcomed her.
“Oh! Woo-hee, come on in! You've met Woo-jin before, right? He's joining shoots today.”
Jung Woo-jin, beside the director, bowed to her.
“Hello, Sunbae.”
“Yeah. Long time no see.”
Expressionless. Not cold, but utterly neutral.
‘This kid really gets under my skin.’
Han Woo-hee hadn't forgotten the script reading incident.
This insolent junior had brushed off her hand, then openly moved seats to avoid her.
Grind-.
She clenched her teeth, glaring at him.
Look at him. Staring straight ahead at a senior without a blink.
As Jung Woo-jin and Han Woo-hee stared silently post-greeting, awkward tension rose. But Director Son Jeong-hu brushed it off.
“Woo-hee, you're late—get into costume and makeup quick. Costume team! Makeup team!”
Truth was, Han Woo-hee had watched Jung Woo-jin enter from the parking lot, timing her arrival to the exact shoot hour. Actor power plays—making rivals wait, uncomfortable.
The director hadn't called her out directly, but pointed it anyway.
Her fist clenched involuntarily.
Son Jeong-hu was a film industry heavyweight, and directors held the real power with the megaphone.
Forcing a smile, she replied.
“Sorry. Traffic was bad. I'll be ready soon.”
After changing into costume and during makeup.
Han Woo-hee watched Jung Woo-jin rehearsing lines with an extra.
Moody bar scene. Jung Woo-jin sat beside the pretty extra, dropping pickup lines.
“I couldn't help approaching—your vibe drew me in. Got something on your mind?”
“Y-Yes?”
“I'm a good listener. If you're okay with it.”
Delivering cringey lines smoothly was a skill.
Subtle sidelong glance, soft voice fitting the mood, killer looks that made women laugh at anything.
All blending to flush her cheeks.
‘Cocky bastard's got acting chops….’
Clear now. Jung Woo-jin's skills were legit.
She'd sensed it watching [Fixer from Hell], but it was too little to judge fully. Maybe ‘Hee-chan’ was his career peak.
Personal experience, temperament, set vibes, chemistry, condition—all a perfect fluke maybe.
But denying his talent now was spitting upward.
His new role demanded a total shift from before, and he'd nailed a fresh character, no trace of the sociopath ‘Hee-chan’.
Even so, Han Woo-hee's face hardened coldly as she murmured.
“Gotta fix that habit of yours. Acting's one thing, but your attitude toward seniors is trash.”