Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Bathroom Orders
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"Come back after drinking it in the bathroom."
It felt like I'd been possessed by a ghost.
"-I came to inject some semen into my lonely senior's pussy."
He had spoken the plain truth.
Jung Woo-jin had slipped in without a sound, pumped load after load of semen into her pussy, then vanished just as quietly.
Jung Eun-ji leaned back against the sofa and let out a hollow laugh.
"Ha..."
The faint itch in her pussy made her tense her lower abdomen slightly, and thick semen oozed out from her entrance.
Drip...
She glanced down and nearly laughed at the ridiculous sight.
The brown leggings she'd bought not long ago had a neat round hole cut out at the crotch.
Jung Woo-jin had snipped it open with scissors. The edges were jagged and uneven, like a kid messing around with safety scissors in elementary school.
He'd punched a hole right through perfectly good leggings and pounded her so hard that her crotch still throbbed with a dull ache.
"Ngh..."
She'd been diligent with her birth control pills, so there was no real worry there. But the semen still lingering inside made her pussy tingle incessantly.
Jung Eun-ji clenched her pussy tight, gripped the sofa, and hauled herself to her feet. Time to flush Jung Woo-jin's deposit down the toilet.
"Ahh, so sore..."
She shuffled toward the bathroom, legs awkwardly crossed and wobbling with every step.
Her hips had been splayed wide the entire time they'd fucked, leaving her hip joints stiff and sore. Walking properly was out of the question.
Inner Beauty filming set.
Director Son Jung-hoo grabbed the megaphone and bellowed.
"Cut! That's a wrap! Great take, Hee-seong! But this is after Hyun-seong and Hye-ri's relationship has progressed a bit, so lighten up your attitude toward her just a touch. Hesitating before reaching for Hye-ri's hand is good, but don't drag it out too long. Let's go again!"
Even now, two months into principal photography, Director Son Jung-hoo was still passionately directing the actors with fervor.
"Got it!"
Kim Hee-seong, playing the ugly-duckling Hyun-seong, replied briskly and mentally reviewed the feedback. Meanwhile, the director turned to glance at Jung Woo-jin standing off in one corner of the set.
They'd already told him his scenes were all wrapped, so he didn't have to show up anymore. But Jung Woo-jin still dropped by the set from time to time anyway.
It wasn't a big deal. Once you joined a film, actors became part of the shared fate. Plenty of them stuck around even after their own shoots ended.
Nothing special or surprising about it.
What puzzled Director Son Jung-hoo, though, was something else. Jung Woo-jin's mere presence subtly shifted the atmosphere on set—in a good way.
The set had always carried a subtle tension because of Han Woo-hee.
A certain baseline tension was natural and even ideal for actors diving into a role.
But that was different from the stifled, insecure performance born of self-doubt.
The distinction was subtle—lost on most—but not on a demanding director like Son Jung-hoo.
Han Woo-hee's influence had grated on him for that reason.
Then Jung Woo-jin started showing up, and everything changed.
The director could see it plain as day: even that Han Woo-hee was watching Jung Woo-jin out of the corner of her eye.
Unable to project her usual aura, the other actors' performances naturally settled back into a healthy groove.
Of course, every now and then—very rarely—Jung Woo-jin and Han Woo-hee would vanish without anyone noticing.
'They're probably dating or something.'
That wasn't the director's concern.
Even though all my scenes were done, I kept visiting the Inner Beauty set.
To observe Han Woo-hee's acting.
Having talent didn't mean you could always draw out 100% of it.
The prime examples were "acting" and "vocals." Vocals especially drove the point home.
When I first coveted Lim Eun-ha's "Solid Vocal Foundation (B+)" talent, I naturally couldn't match her level right away.
If her original talent was a 100, mine clocked in around 70 back then.
Take high notes, for instance.
To hit a high pitch, you have to stretch your vocal cords long. Let them drop too far, and your breath won't vibrate them right—you get falsetto. Tense them too much, and the breath can't vibrate properly, producing ugly noise.
"Solid Vocal Foundation (B+)" was like a manual teaching me the proper vocal cord adduction.
It was cheat-level ability, sure. But not absolute.
To adduct your cords correctly, you needed precise control over the surrounding muscles—and muscles don't just obey because you know the theory.
In the end, unlocking 100% of a talent still required effort.
With that in mind...
I watched Han Woo-hee act to maximize my own acting talent.
I can see it.
The subtle facial muscle twitches crammed between lines. Even while gazing at her partner, she'd vary her eye line just once to amplify the character's emotion.
At least A+ grade talent.
Han Woo-hee's acting had details I lacked. Tiny, but undeniably there.
I didn't know when, but coveting her A+ acting talent from her was basically a done deal.
So, to ramp up that talent's proficiency to 90 or 100 fast once I had it? For now, observe Han Woo-hee.
And...
Since I was already on set, why not toy with her a little?
During lunch, some actors slip back to their vans for a quick rest.
Meaning lunchtime was a time when actors stepping away wouldn't raise eyebrows.
That's why I usually pulled Han Woo-hee aside then. Nothing elaborate.
There were limits to dodging prying eyes, and the longer we were alone, the higher the risk of getting caught.
So, solo time capped at 5 minutes.
Our spot was the same waiting room where she'd once dragged me to "scold" me.
No undressing or risky stuff like blowjobs that could get us busted.
Those 5 minutes? Pure "nipple sensitivity training."
Not your gentle, caressing kind to build sensitivity.
For a masochistic bitch like Han Woo-hee, she had to feel pleasure even if I ripped and yanked her nipples raw, right?
"Aghk...!!"
"Shh. Your voice is leaking."
I slipped my hand under her clothes and twisted her nipple with all my strength. Not nonstop—just release sometimes, then wrench it hard again.
Squeeze...
"Kyaak, kuh...?!"
Han Woo-hee would clamp her mouth shut, writhing for those 5 minutes straight.
She gripped my twisting hand to endure the pain, eyes squeezed shut. Tears pooling at the corners finally spilled down her cheeks.
"No crying. You'll smudge your makeup."
"S-Sorry..."
The issue? She often couldn't last even 5 minutes. Good thing there was Plan B.
I pulled a rolled-up wad of tissue from my pocket and handed it over.
"Here. Go drink it in the bathroom and come back."
Han Woo-hee carefully unrolled the tissue and peered inside.
Four limp condoms. The tips bulged with white, liquid contents.
Knots tied tight at the openings to keep the jizz from leaking.
"F-Four of them..."
I fished out a pocket mouthwash and passed it too.
"Here. Drink clean, then rinse."
"......"
"You know the drill? Squeeze every last drop from each one, nice and thorough. You know how. Do it right."
"O-Okay..."
The first time I gave her semen-filled condoms, the insolent bitch dumped all three down the toilet and flushed.
Lying, shameless slut got corporal punishment: I dropped by her place and stretched her nipples so bad they stayed deformed for days.
Her choice. Think I won't notice and toss 'em again? Or swallow every drop, doubts be damned.
With Han Woo-hee off to the bathroom, I headed to the parking lot for my own break.
"Haa... fuck."
Prime pussy everywhere, and here I was jerking off solo in the bathroom? What a shitty deal.
But I had my reasons for this routine.
📊 Subordination Level:50%
🎭 Currently Covetable Talent:Outstanding Method Acting (A)
⤷ 1st Condition: Visit 'Han Woo-hee's' home. (Complete)
⤷ 2nd Condition: Feed 'Han Woo-hee' 60mL of semen. (Complete)
⤷ 3rd Condition: Feed 'Han Woo-hee' 300mL of semen. (92/300)
Feed her 300mL of semen? Fuck.
Even with my hefty loads, figuring continuous output? Average 5mL per shot keeps the math sane.
That's roughly 60 times. Assuming she gulps every drop.
In reality, each condom potion nets me just 3-4mL progress.
"Fuck."
Yeah. That was the real reason I kept showing up on set.
Snacking her on semen like this was the fastest way to covet that A+ acting talent.
Fuuuuck.
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