Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Do I Look Like a Pushover? (♡)
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Lunchtime. Spotting Jung Woo-jin rising from his meal, Han Woo-hee hurriedly finished her own food and approached him.
"Shall we talk somewhere quiet for a moment?"
"Sure."
"Huh...?"
Normally, junior actors would tense up when a senior like her suggested a private word. But Jung Woo-jin's face remained utterly cynical as he casually agreed.
'This kid... did he really eat foreign water or something? Why's he so unfazed...?'
Han Woo-hee let out a hollow chuckle at his response and stood frozen, but Jung Woo-jin upped the ante.
"Why are you just standing there? Didn't you say you had something to tell me? Let's go."
"...Follow me."
Han Woo-hee swallowed her rising frustration and took the lead. There were too many eyes here. Especially Director Son Jeong-hu. Even while eating, he kept shooting sharp glances their way.
So the place Han Woo-hee led Jung Woo-jin to was inside the studio. A small waiting room set aside for actors to change.
Finally alone with him, Han Woo-hee wiped the smile from her face and spoke coldly.
"Hey."
"......"
"What, did rolling around overseas for a few years make you think you're hot shit? I tried not to mess with the chemistry too much, but you've been acting like I'm some pushover ever since the script reading. You think you're all that now? Staring right into a senior's eyes like that? Huh?!"
Truth be told, Han Woo-hee knew she was nitpicking unreasonably. But she trusted the vast gap in their positions. In this cutthroat industry, he wouldn't dare push back openly.
But just as she geared up for a real scolding, Jung Woo-jin stepped right up to her, locking eyes.
The sudden closeness forced Han Woo-hee to crane her neck higher to meet his gaze.
"......"
A terrifying sense of déjà vu swept through her body. A sensation she'd seen and felt so many times before.
Those rough hands wrapping around her, mercilessly pounding her waist. That massive girth when she went limp against him, unable to stand, her hips giving out. The way he brutally thrust his cock into her regardless of whether she passed out.
Jung Woo-jin's figure kept overlapping with 'him'.
In truth, Han Woo-hee had only properly seen Jung Woo-jin twice. Once at the script reading, and once today. She'd briefly visited the set before to say hello, but they'd only exchanged greetings before she left.
Thump, thump, thump, thump-.
Her heart pounded like it was broken in front of this junior she'd met—generously speaking—only three times.
Stop it. You can't feel this way.
Those violent eyes looking down at her. Eyes like a beast ready to pin her down and ravage her without mercy.
"Y-You...!"
Her glare at Jung Woo-jin kept softening against her will.
Realizing she'd lose her edge like this, Han Woo-hee forced steel into her eyes and snapped.
"Yeah! Those eyes! You still think I'm a joke? Just landed your first movie gig, and your ego's already too big for your britches, huh? Why aren't you answering? Do I look that easy to you?!"
Her words sped up in confusion, her voice rising. But the damage was done. Han Woo-hee shoved his chest hard with her palm.
Thwack-.
No. Despite putting real force into it, he didn't budge. Instead, Jung Woo-jin grabbed her wrist tight. Smiling.
"Wha...?"
Han Woo-hee felt every hair on her body stand on end.
The firm muscle under his chest where she'd pushed, the brutal grip on her wrist...
It was definitely something she'd felt before.
A venomous expression.
It was amusing. The bitch Han Woo-hee who'd panted and begged me to fuck her pussy when we met privately was now sneering at me with a cold senior-actress facade.
Putting on airs. Trying to assert dominance just because I met her gaze squarely.
As an actress, she pulled off an intimidating face pretty well. But knowing exactly what lurked beneath stripped it of any impact for me.
Besides.
👤 [Han Woo-hee]
📊 Subordination Level:50%
🎭 Covetable Talent:Exceptional Method Acting (A)
⤷ 1st Condition: Visit 'Han Woo-hee''s home.
⤷ 2nd Condition: Fulfill 1st condition first.
⤷ 3rd Condition: Fulfill 2nd condition first.
The first step to coveting her new talent was visiting her home.
With her Subordination Level at 50%, there was no need to hide who I was anymore.
I adjusted my voice while gripping her wrist.
"Ahem. Khm. Hm."
Lowered my larynx for a deeper tone, opened my nasal resonance slightly for that echo.
Her face twisted entertainingly as my voice shifted.
Horror, chilling suspicion, dawning fear of reality, and yet that conditioned arousal etched into her body. All of it swirled across Han Woo-hee's features.
Once I nailed the masked voice, I looked down at her and grinned. Grinning, I spoke.
"You fucking bitch, hey."
Han Woo-hee's face went slack like an idiot's. Tension drained from her brow, her sharp eyes drooped, her mouth gaped with a string of drool trickling down.
She'd finally realized it.
That 'he' was me.
And she could dimly guess what came next.
"So, Senior, where's your place?"
Splat, splat, splat, splat, splaaat-!
"Ack, gulp, eek...!!"
Han Woo-hee couldn't make sense of how things had spiraled like this.
How she'd let this lowly junior into her home, how she'd ended up pinned down and spanked by him—she had no clue.
Resistance? The thought never crossed her mind.
Not even as Jung Woo-jin, straddling her ass, yanked her cheeks apart messily. She couldn't even dream of biting his fingers.
Memories etched into her body.
Yes. This was branding. So deeply seared into flesh and mind that she couldn't resist or refuse.
Thud, thud, thud, thud-!
Every time Jung Woo-jin slammed his hips down into her ass, every time that thick, long cock buried into her, Han Woo-hee lost her mind to the dizzying haze.
"Eugh, urk, heuk...!!"
A tsunami of savage pleasure crashed over her, threatening to fry her brain.
Nothing mattered anymore.
Not that her oppressor was junior actor Jung Woo-jin. Not that he was the same mysterious man who'd filmed and sold her sex tapes.
Not even her anxiety about the future—just a sandcastle on the beach, crumbling away.
Confusion, worries, fears for tomorrow.
All shattered white by the pleasure surging with every thrust of his cock.
And in the cleared space left behind.
"So, how's it feel getting your eyes locked on a junior's cock? Good?"
"Ehk, gulp, kheek?! C-Cock, khup?! C-Cock goo-good!!"
Only a single bitch remained, dignity as a great actress, status as a senior, pride as a woman—all neatly cast aside.
Jung Woo-jin roughly lifted the fingers hooked in Han Woo-hee's mouth.
"Guhk?!!"
Her head jerked up, her back arching wildly.
She felt the hard, cool floor against her belly, her jaw aching like she'd worn a ring gag for hours.
Yet all she could do was stare at her flushed, breathless face in the full-body mirror.
Her messy hair clung pitifully to her face with every slam of his hips.
Splaaat, splat, splaaat, splaaat, splaaat-!
"Gulp, guhk...!"
Whether from oxygen deprivation, pleasure spiking to her skull, or both.
A sense of impending crisis gripped her. Her mind burned white. Instinctively, Han Woo-hee flailed her limbs.
"Kek, w-wait, kugh, stooop-!!"
But Jung Woo-jin didn't stop thrusting. He pinned her ass deep, lifting her torso, his cock swelling endlessly inside her.
Blub, blurb, bluuuurb-!!
"Hik, heee, koooooh-?!!"
Han Woo-hee lost control of her body, her hips bucking wildly. Her hands and feet curled tight, fingers and toes clenching hard.
Her cervix, usually unfelt, throbbed vividly against his pounding glans.
Soon his fingers slipped from her mouth. Her freed lips unleashed ecstatic climax.
"Ooh, ohooooooh-?!!"
Shhh, shhhshhh, shhhhhh-!!
With the roar of a fierce jet, a puddle formed on the floor from her crotch.