Chapter 85
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Minor Side Effect
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Coast Annabelle Hotel near Burbank Bob Hope Airport.
I entered the hotel lobby, dragging my suitcase while keeping my disguise airtight.
The interior wasn't overly spacious, but the white decor created a cozy vibe.
While I lounged on the sofa for a bit, Baek Hee-jin, who'd come along with me, headed to the front desk and handled check-in with practiced ease.
She soon finished up and clicked her way back over to me in her heels.
Handing me one of the two card keys from the front desk, she whispered,
"Just in case, I booked two rooms..."
My face was wrapped up so tight that smiling hardly mattered, but I pushed up my pitch-black sunglasses—which blocked out nearly all light—and replied,
"Good call, President."
"Uh, uh...? Y-yeah, thanks...."
Baek Hee-jin froze like she'd glimpsed something forbidden, her face going slack in a way no one would associate with her usual poised public persona. A total blank stare.
"Hmm...."
It was a minor side effect that cropped up after my looks hit S+.
If I didn't cover my face properly, everywhere I went—airport, street, whatever—people who locked eyes with me turned into zombies like that.
Entranced, like the folks in the movie Perfume. Creepy as hell from the outside looking in.
Hence the scarf, the mask swallowing my whole face, and these shades.
"Sh-should we... check out the sights?"
Baek Hee-jin was sneaking glances around, clearly itching for a look, but I still wasn't used to this getup. All I wanted was to barricade myself in the room.
"I'd take food over tourist traps. You aren't starving too, right, President?"
"Oh, yeah, now that you say it, I am a little. Hang on, I'll see if they've got room service."
The room service aglio e olio pasta and steak salad arrived, and Baek Hee-jin threw on a bathrobe in a hurry before heading to the door.
"Thank you. Here's your tip."
Click-.
Didn't expect much from a small place like this, but damn, the aroma was mouthwatering.
But.
Lounging on the bed, I crooked a finger at her.
"One thing before chow time. Come suck it."
Baek Hee-jin set the food down on the table with a coquettish pout, then shrugged off the robe.
Her wildly full tits spilled free, sending fresh blood surging to my half-flagging dick.
She crawled onto the bed, tossed her hair back, engulfed my cock, and started working her lips with adorable little smacks.
Her tongue danced in flashy loops, scouring every inch between glans and shaft.
Slurp, churp, slurp, chuuurp, chuuuburp-.
No clue if she grasped just how slutty she looked, but Baek Hee-jin devoured it like her life's mission, slurping away.
Lips clamping tight for glans squeezes, tongue coiling the shaft in spit, black-manicured fingers stroking the sloppy mess.
"Good girl, that's it."
Virgins like Son Sia or Lim Eun-ha? Fun molding them start to finish. But a vixen like Baek Hee-jin? She cranks out filthy moves beyond my wildest.
I lunged for her tits as she bobbed away.
Squish-.
Too-soft handfuls overflowing my grip.
I sat up and got serious, kneading those milk bags.
Squeeze hard? Chewy cling. Pet light? Pure fluff heaven.
Hand-marks like velvet dreams.
As I groped and massaged, she arched her chest out mid-suck, serving them up perfect.
Picture it: a powerhouse boss babe, commanding rooms everywhere... except total sub for me.
Peak male conquest fuel.
"Ngh, here it comes!"
Ejaculation hit like a freight train. I quit pinching her nipple, seized her nape, and rammed balls-deep.
"Guhk, guhh-?!"
My cock throbbed wild in her throat gullet, blasting cum.
Gloop, gluuurk, gloop-!
"Kek, kuh, kruuuhk, kehk...!"
Each spurt? Her throat clenched like a vise on my head.
But post-nut, I held her head firm. Unscripted for her—she bucked and gagged, thrashing.
"Glrk, glrk...? Guhk?!"
Even with dry-heaves bubbling up from her core, I pinned her five seconds more.
Finally released.
She hacked the dick out and facespammed the sheets, coughing ragged.
"Kehk, kek.... Glrk, kehuuuk...!"
Mouth agape, gasping air—saliva-cum strands stretched and splatted the bed.
I scooped her up from bedside.
Full princess carry.
"Mouth rinsed with dick sauce. Dinner time, Your Majesty?"
"Mmm...."
Regret flickered in her eyes, but sunset was hours off.
Bed-wrestling surplus.
We settled at the table, digging into the cold room service.
Burbank, California.
Home to Universal Studios Hollywood, The Walt Disney Studios, the Hollywood Walk of Fame with stars' signatures and handprints—a movie mecca packed with sights.
Major network California Media TV (CMTV)'s HQ stood here too.
The middle-aged guy in crisp attire finished shaking with Baek Hee-jin and came over, offering his hand.
Suited like an engineering prof, round specs screaming brains, voice low and smooth.
"Pleasure to meet you, Woo-jin."
I clasped his meaty paw.
Didn't know who'd be here, but scoping the director running my pitched project? Table stakes.
"Likewise, Director Steven Hozer. Jung Woo-jin, actor."
"Oh? You know me?"
Steven's gaze stayed cool, but deep down? Raw curiosity, buzzing hype.
"Anyway, this exceeds expectations. Rachel's 'meet him yourself' makes sense now."
He studied my face like a specimen a beat, then let go and waved me on.
"This way. Audition aside—you traveled far. Tea and chat first."
As I trailed him.
"Hehe, why'd I come? Practicing with Catherine sis here! Lead actor treatment is trash, huh?"
"No, you never practice here—why now?"
"Listen! Lost my script—where to reprint and rehearse fastest? Skip acting? Book a tour and ghost? Huh?"
The voice alone amped the noise level. I twisted back, hunting the source.
And there.
The whole area lit up like high noon. Blonde bombshell, arm hoisted, waving it at some staffer.
Seagull-wing brows arched high, impish grin tugging long corners, eyes like glittering gems.
Slim arms zero flab, pits pristine.
'Jennifer Wise.'
I clocked her on sight.
She was a global pop superstar.
Albums? Billboard toppers always. Vocals and pipes legendary.
Offstage? Playful cutie pie. 'Adorable' was her tagline.
Then boom—she dives into acting, snags lead on Paranormal.
Skeptics swarmed. Popularity grab? Unvetted singer in the hot seat?
Season 1 dropped. Haters ghosted.
Kept the cute, nailed the acting flawlessly. Pure talent beast.
YouTube deep dive? Singing, acting, looks—just her? Overflowing gifts.
Knitting, doll-making, FPS shreds, talk-show silver tongue. Genius at anything.
Truth? I was a fan. Knew the lore.
This golden girl Jennifer Wise—TV staple, idle-scroll crush.
Right here.
"Eh, wh-what?! What's that?!"
She spotted me. Finger jabbing. Screaming.