Chapter 71
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Night Flower Scent (♡)
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Han Woo-hee stepped into the bathroom and first dabbed away the tears that had trickled down to the corners of her eyes with some tissue paper.
"Ahh..."
Her nipples, pinched by Jung Woo-jin, were still stinging. She lifted her shirt slightly and looked down to see her nipples squished flat like ugly little dwarfs.
"If I keep getting treated like this, are they really gonna get bigger...?"
Han Woo-hee let out a sigh as she sat down in one of the stalls.
'I just ate...'
Semen.
It had that fishy, nauseating taste—salty and sticky. Definitely not something you could call delicious.
Still, fresh(?) semen was at least somewhat tolerable.
When Jung Woo-jin finished in her mouth at the end of sex, the sleazy atmosphere drew her in, and the warmth carried a faint sweetness.
But this...
"Ah... fuck. Seriously."
Han Woo-hee unwrapped one of the condoms Jung Woo-jin had handed her. The distinctive night flower scent of semen mixed with the smell of rubber and lube assaulted her nose.
"Urk..."
It felt like she might puke. Han Woo-hee held the condom away from her nose for a moment and took deep breaths.
"Hoo... haa..."
Then she pinched her nose shut, slipped the condom's opening into her mouth, and tilted it back.
Soon, the semen mixed with the condom's lube touched her tongue.
"Keurgh..."
Her face scrunched up at the fishy taste on her tongue. She wrapped the semen in saliva and hurriedly swallowed it down her throat.
Gulp-.
Even after it went down, the fishy aftertaste lingered heavily in her mouth.
"Agh. Shit."
She couldn't understand what kind of mindset led someone to hand this over.
The semen trickled out of the condom agonizingly slowly. Only a tiny bit dripped into her mouth, while the rest stayed stuck inside.
Han Woo-hee squeezed her eyes shut, pinched the top of the condom with her index finger, and pulled downward, like squeezing out the last of the toothpaste.
Splurt-.
Finally, the jelly-like clumps of semen flowed into her mouth.
Gulp-.
"Eek..."
Han Woo-hee tossed the now-empty condom shell into the toilet water, fairly clean.
Splash-.
"Agh. How did he know I tossed the ones from before? Does he read minds? Or do I wear it all over my face? Nah, that can't be..."
Han Woo-hee pinched the bridge of her nose like her head hurt.
Three condoms still lay on the tissue dispenser. She had zero desire to drink those.
After agonizing over it for a while, Han Woo-hee realized the reality and made a dumbfounded face.
"What am I even agonizing over...? I must be crazy."
Jung Woo-jin wasn't in the bathroom watching her drink it. What kind of idiotic dilemma was this?
Last time was probably just a lucky guess, so as long as she acted normal, she'd be fine.
With her decision made, Han Woo-hee steeled her face and dropped the three condoms into the toilet water.
Flushhhh-.
The semen-filled condoms were swept away down the sewer.
'He's not a ghost; how's he gonna know? I'll just strut out shamelessly.'
After killing some time sitting on the toilet, Han Woo-hee emerged with a blank expression and headed back to the set.
Saturday afternoon.
July's weather was sweltering and humid.
Even indoors, it was impossible to run AC throughout the massive studio, and on top of that, the hot lights from the equipment forced actors and staff to battle the heat during filming.
Once a scene wrapped, the assistant director shouted loudly.
"Taking a short break before we continue filming!"
His call signaled a brief rest. Han Woo-hee took off her outer layer and fanned herself with her hand.
The makeup team swarmed her quickly—one wiped her sweat meticulously with a towel wrapped around cold ice, while another fixed the makeup smudged by perspiration.
Han Woo-hee stood still, letting them work, as she scanned her surroundings.
"Hm..."
Jung Woo-jin hadn't been seen since lunchtime.
'Where'd he go...?'
Separate from how roughly he treated her, Han Woo-hee was actually looking forward to tonight quite a bit.
Movie shoots ran regardless of weekdays or weekends, but after today's Saturday wrap, the next schedule was Monday.
In other words, from tonight through tomorrow, she had free time.
'He wouldn't just leave after making me drink his cum, right...?'
Jung Woo-jin, who had been missing for a while, finally showed up around 3 p.m.
On set, where filming was in full swing. Director Son Jung-hoo, apparently not fazed by the heat, kept his eyes glued to the monitor despite sweating profusely.
The moment the actors finished their lines...
Director Son Jung-hoo finally looked up and yelled.
"Cut! Okay! That's good. The emotional line and gestures are spot on!"
Just then, as he gave the okay sign, a staff member approached and whispered something to him.
"Hm?"
Director Son Jung-hoo's initially puzzled face broke into a wide grin.
As everyone stared at him wondering what was up...
Director Son Jung-hoo grabbed the megaphone, scanned the set, and announced.
"A coffee truck sent by our actor Jung Woo-jin has arrived outside! Forget filming for now—let's all grab a cool coffee or drink first!"
Actors and staff, drenched in sweat everywhere, erupted in cheers.
"Waaaaaah-!!"
With so many people, they lined up in order. They thanked Jung Woo-jin, standing by the truck, and took their iced coffees or drinks.
"Wow! Woo-jin, you're the best! Cheers!"
"Woo-jin-ssi, perfect timing! I'll treat next time!"
"Heh heh. Well, aren't you thoughtful. Cheers."
After fellow actors, Director Son Jung-hoo, set staff, actor managers, and other personnel had all gotten their drinks...
Han Woo-hee made an awkward cough and showed up late.
"Ahem, cough."
Jung Woo-jin greeted her brightly.
"Welcome, sunbae. You finished all of those?"
She instantly knew he meant the condoms from lunch and panicked briefly but quickly composed herself.
"Y-yeah, of course. Uh, so anyway... tonight—"
Han Woo-hee glanced back casually, signaling him to spend the night together.
With a lingering gaze.
Jung Woo-jin smiled softly in response.
"Haha. Of course. Naturally. Has to be."
Thinking she'd secured what she wanted, Han Woo-hee whispered to him.
"S-so, where?"
"Hold on."
Signaling her to wait, Jung Woo-jin soon handed her the iced cup he was holding.
"What's the rush? Here, sunbae should have some coffee too."
"Eung..."
Excited at the thought of spending the night with him, Han Woo-hee hummed happily and took the coffee.
'Whoa, it's cold?!'
Cold water droplets had condensed on the plastic cup's surface.
'Huh...?'
Her actor's instincts kicked in.
The amount of ice in the cup, and its size—it was melted far more than you'd expect from a freshly made coffee.
'The cups others got weren't like this...'
Han Woo-hee looked up at Jung Woo-jin quizzically, pondering.
'Should I ask? Or not?'
That's when Jung Woo-jin chuckled and stepped closer, whispering to her.
"What's wrong, sunbae? See some slimy sediment at the bottom? It's nothing. Just a bit extra syrup—stir it well and drink up."
"Wh-what...?"
Without thinking, Han Woo-hee lifted the plastic cup to peer at the bottom.
As he'd said, something unidentified had settled at the base. Something transparent yet viscous. She knew exactly what it was without explanation.
Jung Woo-jin's chilling whisper continued.
"What? Think I wouldn't notice you only drank one and tossed the rest?"
Han Woo-hee jumped in shock, eyes widening. Cold sweat beaded down her spine in an instant, her breathing quickening.
"So this time, drink it all clean, no leftovers, got it?"
"Uh..."
Speechless, Han Woo-hee gaped blankly with dazed eyes.
"G-gag, guh, gag, gurggh...?!"
Han Woo-hee trembled pitifully at her waist as the cock relentlessly plunged into her throat. She tried desperately to push Jung Woo-jin's thighs away, but her hands only gripped unyielding muscle—nothing budged.
Soon, Jung Woo-jin rocked his hips back and forth before snapping forward and yanking her head back by the hair.
"Gurrgh... k-khuk...?!"
With the cock buried deep in her throat, Han Woo-hee spat saliva from her bloodshot eyes, barely managing.
Her mind grew hazy from lack of air. Even trying to breathe through her nose was futile as snot bubbled up.
Panic set in that she might actually pass out like this, so she urgently tapped Jung Woo-jin's thigh.
His grip on her hair loosened immediately.
Han Woo-hee collapsed to the floor, coughing violently.
"Kheuk, kek, keh-hek-!!"
The stuffy sensation of a cock jammed in her throat lingered.
Then, a shadow loomed over her again.
"Kuh, kkhuk... w-wait! Gasp, wait a sec!!"
She flailed a hand desperately, but soon her nape stiffened as her head was forced upward.
"Gurghk-?!"
Jung Woo-jin pried her lips apart and shoved his cock in.
Without even catching her breath properly, the brutal deepthroat resumed.
Jung Woo-jin shook her head wildly by the hair with a nonchalant expression, while Han Woo-hee drooled thick globs of saliva from her mouth, dry-heaving nonstop.
"Gag, gag, gurrgh, guroooh...?!!"
"Purse your lips right, you fucking bitch."
All she could do was obey his command as best she could, urging his release.
After swinging his hips wildly for a while, Jung Woo-jin suddenly thrust deep with ferocious intensity. At the same time, his cock swelled in her mouth, unloading cum straight down her throat.
Spurt, spurt, splurrt-!
Han Woo-hee held her breath, feeling the thick load slide down her esophagus, throat constricting.
It was a crucial moment. If even a drop hit the floor...
Her already sore nipples, tormented multiple times and on the verge of tearing off, would suffer again. She focused entirely on holding her breath and swallowing every bit.
"Grook... khup, kheuk... kuhk?!"
Gulp-. Gurrrk-.
She successfully swallowed all of Jung Woo-jin's load.
But it wasn't over yet.
As Jung Woo-jin pulled out of her mouth, Han Woo-hee opened wide and stuck out her tongue.
"Heok, hek... heok..."
Jung Woo-jin wiped the lingering cum from his glans on her tongue.
Han Woo-hee glanced up at him once, then swallowed the remnants on her tongue.
Gulp-.
Her stomach felt oddly full yet empty in a way she couldn't pinpoint.
The coffee from set was her last solid food. After that...
"Gu, grook...!"
Han Woo-hee clamped her mouth over a deep belch from her gut and swallowed again.
Her mouth was filled with the scent of night flowers.
"Tasty, right?"
"......"