Chapter 69
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Came to Inject Semen Into You. (♡)
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<Inner Beauty> filming site.
Once the day's shooting schedule wrapped up, the staff bustled around, tidying the set and preparing to pack up.
Their faces were lit with an excitement they couldn't hide.
"Woo-jin's face is just unreal. How does a person even look like that?"
"Right? It's like he stands out from everyone around him, colors and all. Like there's a filter slapped right on his face."
"Ugh, I was so bummed I missed him last time when someone said they dropped by to say hi. But today? I got my fix. For real."
"He's acting handsome, but it doesn't feel forced at all—it just sells. If we're like this watching live, imagine with slow-mo edits, sound design... I guarantee it. This scene's gonna have theaters gasping."
Not just the staff were in awe of Jung Woo-jin's looks and performance.
The extras who'd seen him up close today still seemed stuck in that moment, especially the women.
As they boarded charter buses under staff guidance, the extras chattered away, unable to contain their hype.
"Agh, my heart's still racing."
"Tell me about it. Handsome, handsome—we'd heard the rumors, but not like this."
"Oh my gosh, same! I can still see actor Woo-jin walking past in my mind's eye."
"Ugh... you guys got the good seats. I'm so jealous. I was stuck in the corner and barely caught a glimpse..."
The bus loaded with extras revved its engine, and as they settled in, conversation buzzed.
One extra was scrolling on her smartphone.
'Jung Woo-jin Fan Cafe'
"Oh! He already has a fan cafe?"
Established: 05.15
Members: 4,372
The cafe had launched about two months ago—still fresh.
As far as she knew, Jung Woo-jin's only media-exposed work was Fixer from Hell.
Yet his fan cafe already had over 4,000 members. Impressive.
She joined right away and browsed. The top posts were from the cafe owner.
- May's Face Genius: Jung Woo-jin. (572)
- June's Face Genius: Jung Woo-jin. (362)
- July's Face Genius: Jung Woo-jin. (193)
She opened the latest: 'July's Face Genius: Jung Woo-jin.'
It was simple—a roundup of July links featuring Jung Woo-jin photos. Mostly from the Male-Female Best Friends production press conference articles and clips.
"Whoa, actor Woo-jin was filming another movie too?"
As an aspiring actress herself, she kept up with industry buzz. Back when Fixer from Hell's early run blew up, she'd checked him out too.
Incredibly handsome. Stunning, even. She'd wondered what he'd do next.
But things had gone quiet... until now. Prepping a lead role in Male-Female Best Friends and a cameo with massive impact potential, all out of sight.
"This cafe's about to explode."
She was still stuck doing extras and bit parts, but she had an eye for talent.
She couldn't say how he'd nail the Male-Female Best Friends lead.
But he'd proven he could play creepy in Fixer from Hell, and today on the Inner Beauty set, he'd maxed out handsome through sheer acting.
A debut actor not even half a year in, shedding his first role's image and diving into a blockbuster like Inner Beauty? With undeniable skill?
Barring accidents, Jung Woo-jin was on track to build an unmatched filmography in Korea, fast.
"I'll be rooting for you, Woo-jin..."
She was already a die-hard fan.
"Hoo..."
On a long yoga mat, Jung Eun-ji—brown leggings hugging her legs, white bra top clinging tight—spread her legs straight out and held her breath.
She leaned forward, toes of one foot lightly touched, held the pose. Then the other foot, holding again.
"Hup..."
In the quiet room, her soft breaths echoed as she kept stretching. The taut leggings highlighted her flexible, toned body.
That's when it happened.
A knock at the front door: knock-knock.
"Huh? Didn't order anything..."
Eun-ji blinked in confusion toward the door.
Beep-beep-beep-beep, ding.
Suddenly, someone punched in the door lock code and swung it open.
Only two people knew her code. And one always texted first.
"Mom?"
But it wasn't. A man stepped in, cap pulled low.
"Huh?"
Stunned by the unexpected guest, Eun-ji started to sit up.
"Hey, sunbae."
"Wh-what? No heads-up... what brings you...?"
"Aw, don't be like that. I'm not the type you need an invite for. Just—"
Jung Woo-jin shut the door, doffed his cap and mask, grinning.
"Figured I'd inject some semen into my lonely sunbae's pussy."
"...!"
His words hit like fire—heat flushed her face. A sharp tingle shot between her spread legs, strength melting away.
Like a dog drooling at 'treat,' she reacted instinctively to 'pussy' and 'semen.'
Thud.
Her ass hit the mat with a dull smack.
"Stretching, huh? Perfect timing. Been a while since I tasted your sweat, sunbae."
Woo-jin kicked off his shoes and strode over. Eun-ji gawked up at him, mouth agape like a broken doll.
In a few expert steps, he stripped naked, massive cock swinging.
"...?!"
"C'mon, turn your body like this."
Gripping his huge tool, Woo-jin rotated her split-legged pose 90 degrees.
"Let's train that flexibility for extreme positions."
"W-wait! At least let me shower—"
Now realizing her sweat, Eun-ji reached to stop him, but Woo-jin pinned her rebellion effortlessly, strong hands advancing.
Left hand clamped her shoulder down. Right hand dove between her legs, rubbing.
"Eek...?! P-please. Ugh, I'm s-so sweaty...?!"
Face burning, she begged, but his fingers raced over the leggings, grinding her mound.
Sweat and juices soaked in—the fabric darkened over her pussy mound.
Schk, schk, schk, schk, schk.
The leggings rasped softly, rough-edged, digging into her slit. Eun-ji clutched his pinning hand, moaning lewdly.
"Ahk, w-wait...! Hn, ahn...! T-take this off at least...! Haak?!"
Schlup, schk, schlup, schlup, schk.
But his fingers sped up, pushing fabric into her entrance. The friction grew wetter, sluttier.
Pausing to admire his handiwork, Woo-jin chuckled.
"Look at this. Soaking like a treat—how could I hold back?"
He flipped her down, mounting reverse atop her.
Her view darkened suddenly—his huge cock loomed. She gasped.
Eun-ji knew the position: 69. Mutual oral.
But it felt off.
Their height gap made it impossible for her to reach.
Head spinning, his voice cut in.
"Can't reach? Spit on it and stroke."
"W-wait! I'm still in leggings...!"
Ignoring her, Woo-jin split her legs wide, tongue flicking her soaked mound.
"Ahk...?!"
Weird sensation.
She'd had oral before, but over leggings? New.
At first, muffled—sucking or fingering?
Then his tongue pressed, shoving fabric in.
Sensation shifted: leggings invading her hole via tongue-tip, slithering texture through thin cloth. Saliva and juices mixing, crotch flooding wet.
"Ahk, th-this is...! Haak, feels so weird...!!"
Body melting, Eun-ji gripped his cock tight, wailing moans.