Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Keep Some Dignity as an Actress (♡)
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Stone Actors' in-house studio.
I was able to have a simple shoot there for new profile photos to use in my actor profile.
Since Baek Hee-jin, the CEO, had already approved it, the shoot went smoothly.
"Whoa... You're Son Sia, the road manager? With visuals like that, you should've been an actress ages ago... No one said anything even when you were in the actor management team? Oh, sorry. Forget I said that."
"Haha..."
"Here are the shots we just took. Pick the ones you like. Wow, they barely need any editing. Anyway, choose from these, and I'll retouch them and send the files over by the end of the day."
"I'll take this one for the front shot and this for the side profile. Thanks!"
"Sure thing! Good luck, actress!"
After the shoot.
I headed down to the Stone Actors underground parking lot.
A van with tinted windows so dark you couldn't see inside.
I opened the door with the excited thrill of unwrapping a gift.
Whoosh-.
A thick, fishy stench stabbed right into my nose.
That distinctive scent you only catch between a female's legs pierced sharp and pungent.
And there she was...
A bitch with her legs up on the seat, stirring her own pussy.
"You crazy slut, you actually did it?"
She hadn't even noticed me approaching. Son Sia jumped in shock, stammering excuses.
"...Y-you told me to..."
"Why the hell are you doing exactly what I say?"
"Huh...?"
Son Sia made a dumb face.
I closed the van door and approached her.
"Huh? Isn't it funny? Why are you doing what I tell you?"
"......"
Son Sia's thought circuits seemed fried as she gaped like a fish.
"You know you had plenty of chances to escape my grasp. Hell, you have proof. Just show them the bruises on your stomach and the cum stuffed in your pussy—that'd be enough evidence. But instead of taking that shot, all you did was finger your own cunt?"
Son Sia's face grew even blanker as she stared at me. I put the period on it.
"Be honest. You were hoping I'd come back and pound your slutty pussy raw. Admit you're a dumb bitch who can't think of anything but cock. Admit it, and—"
"Haa..."
Son Sia heaved her chest with a flushed face, letting out heated breaths.
"—I'll fuck you senseless."
Her face was a mess.
A tangle of shame, humiliation, and desperate anticipation she couldn't hide. It was so damn hot.
I undid my tight pants.
Spring-! Spring-!
My cock bounced out like a spring, and Son Sia tracked it with molten, aroused eyes.
Her coral-pink lips parted naturally.
"...I did."
"Can't hear you, you fucking slut."
"I was waiting... For your cock in my bitch pussy... Pound it deep, please..."
It wasn't a full bitch declaration, but spitting it out seemed to lift a weight off Son Sia.
Even though I never told her to spread, she pulled her pussy lips wide, exposing the pink insides.
The air inside the van thickened even more.
With the scent of a bitch in heat.
I moved to the very back seat, spread my legs, and sat.
Son Sia approached, gripped my thigh, and slowly lowered herself.
Squelch-.
Her pussy, perfectly ripened during the shoot, wrapped around my cock soft as castella cake.
"Hik, eek...!"
Just a third in, and Son Sia twisted her waist, moaning.
"Your pussy's too pathetic for such a bloated ego, isn't it? What a joke. Hurry up and sit on it."
I slipped my hand under her hood, grabbed her nipple, and yanked down hard.
At the same time, Son Sia's ass slammed down, swallowing my cock to the hilt in one go.
"Eeeek?! O-ot?! Ooooooot!!"
Sensitized from masturbating, Son Sia went off with just one thrust, squealing weirdly.
I didn't wait for her, swinging her nipples up and down while thrusting my hips.
I couldn't lift her by the waist for perfect rhythm, but watching her nipples and tits stretch long, her face writhing in pain—it was pure fun.
Like that, I came twice in Son Sia's pussy, then drove the van to her place.
It might be unnecessary if you become a famous actress like Son Sia, one who needs no introduction.
But most actors carry around profiles to promote themselves.
I was no different.
I uploaded the profile photos from Stone Actors' studio and updated my actor profile.
"Hmm..."
A pathetic profile with nothing but bit-part extra gigs.
But from now on, things would change. To the point where I wouldn't need to list those extras. Hell, maybe I wouldn't even need a profile at all.
Click-.
I attached my actor profile and emailed the casting director for ATBC's Wednesday-Thursday drama Fixer from Hell. To audition as an individual, not through Stone Actors.
I was confident I'd make a strong impression if I just got the audition.
Practicing with the audition sides from the agency, my acting... was pretty damn good.
The details were on point. The moment I started, my senses blurred into immersion. Lines flowed like water. Expressions shifted freely. Natural body movements and gestures followed seamlessly.
The role I wanted, Hee-chan.
A serial killer appearing in the early-to-mid episodes of Fixer from Hell.
Blank-faced when alone, but grinning ear-to-ear like the world's happiest psycho during kills.
And I already had the talents for it.
Natural Smile (B) and Unshakable Composure (B)
Of course, composure alone couldn't nail the eerie blankness easily, but Acting Genius (A) made it possible.
My reflection in the mirror was clearly expressionless, but somehow creepy.
Just a face without expression, yet staring at it felt unsettling, goosebump-inducing.
Then I flash a bright smile.
My grip tightens, stabbing the air with the toothbrush like it's a knife.
The bright smile drawn like a cartoon melts into ecstatic bliss. Gleaming eyes, twitching lips.
The face of a sociopath overwhelmed by killing pleasure.
"Hoo..."
I closed my eyes briefly, breathed, and opened them. The psycho killer vanished, back to my normal face.
I stepped out of the bathroom and said to Son Sia.
"Ready?"
"Urk... Oppa, you think it's okay to make a girl do this shit? Are you insane?"
What a riot.
The bitch who pants like a dog and declares herself once the switch flips goes right back to prickly and defiant when she snaps out of it.
Doesn't she know even that fuels the turn-on?
Son Sia was at the bathroom entrance, bent over, ass out, waiting for me.
Snow-white cheeks, her white fingers dipping in and out of the red slit.
"Eut, s-stop messing around and hurry..."
Son Sia tried to play it cool, but naked with her ass wiggling, zero credibility.
"Girl? Where's a girl here?"
"...W-what?"
"Making funny noises? You stuff your fingers in to heat up your pussy for cock, and now you want human treatment?"
"Fuck..."
"Shut up and lift that ass. I'll fuck you."
I stepped out and bent straight into piercing Son Sia's pussy.
"Ungooooot?!!"
I lifted her waist and headed to the kitchen.
Son Sia stood on tiptoes, hands scrambling on the floor to keep balance.
Slam, slam, slam, slaaam, slam-.
"Ack, ahk, ahuk...!"
I shoved like spanking her ass. Too damn slow.
"Thirsty. Let's grab water, you slut."
In the kitchen, I shook my hips while opening the fridge.
Neat row of 500mL bottled waters on one side.
Ones I'd stocked meticulously when I was her road manager. Just two days ago.
Gulp gulp-.
One hand hugging her lower belly, the other chugging water—cold droplets escaped my lips, running down Son Sia's back.
"Ahk?! C-cold!!"
The chill made her spasm, her pussy clenching my cock like it wanted to devour it.
"Ha, fucking tight."
Orgasm building, I shut the fridge and herded her to the bedroom.
Slam, slap, slam, slap, slam, slam-.
Of course, I steered by smacking her ass, and Son Sia inched toward the destination.
"Ahk, ack, ahuk...! Oooot!"
As we neared, her moans heated up, turning sluttier.
At her closet, in front of the full-length mirror, I stopped. Reached out, grabbed her hair, and yanked hard.
"Eeeek! Ot, oooot...!"
Pulled by the hair, her back arched like it might snap, forcing her to face the mirror.
"Fuck me. Look at you melting because it feels good. Keep some dignity as an actress."
The mirror's reflection of Son Sia summed up in one word.
'Bitch.'
Pride as an actress, self-respect as a woman named Son Sia, human dignity—all tossed aside. Just a bitch in the mirror.
"Ehk... Hek... N-no... Ack, ahk...!"
"No? Look closely."
I pinned her to the full-length mirror and unleashed powerful full pistons.
Slam, slap, slam, slam, slam, slaaaam-!!
Orgasm hit, and I blasted straight into her womb without hesitation.
Splurt, splurt, splurt-!
Finished perfect with cum-coated tip grinding her cervix.
"Ot, oooot, ooooot..."
Son Sia's used pussy was still plenty satisfying.