Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Leggings Pussy Rape (♡)
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"C-cut! Let's wrap it up here!"
At Choi Hyun-yong PD's signal, I dropped the acting and straightened up, closing my eyes.
Then I opened them again and gave a light bow toward the judges.
Hong Ye-won, the writer, sat there with her eyes wide open, breathing in short, ragged gasps.
Her prim white shirt strained against her ample chest, heaving with each rough breath.
And.
I'd succeeded in leaving Hong Ye-won awestruck.
Choi Hyun-yong PD was the first to speak to me.
He glanced at the audition participant list in front of him and said,
"Woo-jin? Yes, Jung Woo-jin. Ha... Great performance."
He adjusted his glasses and asked me,
"Your resume shows some familiar works, but no real standout roles. Have you..."
I cleared up his curiosity right away.
"You wouldn't know them. I've mostly done bit parts."
"Huh..."
Choi Hyun-yong PD and the male judge beside him let out sighs of admiration together.
Choi Hyun-yong PD shot a quick glance at the dazed Hong Ye-won before continuing.
"I know I shouldn't say this, but I can't help it. I really want Jung Woo-jin in Fixer from Hell. I'll be in touch soon. Good work."
"Thank you. This has been actor Jung Woo-jin."
I took a step back, bowed to the judges, and left the audition room.
Click-.
As I opened the door and stepped out, the waiting actors' eyes all locked onto me in an instant.
Their gazes were thick with anxiety.
Someone going in before you and coming out late was never a good sign, so it made sense.
I swept my eyes over them and headed straight out of the building.
Nothing worth coveting caught my eye among them.
Before coming to the audition, I'd dropped Son Sia off at the private gym, so I headed there next. Using public transport.
Private gym.
A vast space packed with all sorts of weights and exercise machines.
All of it existing solely for Son Sia. She'd rented it out for the entire morning.
Beep-.
The card key reader acknowledged me, and the frosted glass door slid open with a hum.
Son Sia didn't notice me come in, lost in her workout. Wireless earbuds in, so she must not have heard the door.
Anyway, she'd finished her strength training and was now stretching on the gym ball.
"Hm..."
With the audition seed planted, all I had to do was wait for it to sprout.
But right in front of me rolled a fruit ripe enough to eat.
The leggings clinging to Son Sia's body perfectly outlined her plump ass and sleek legs. After the intense workout, sweat had soaked through, making the mound's shape crystal clear.
And that was mine for the taking, anytime I wanted.
I strode toward Son Sia.
Mirrors everywhere—she spotted me approaching, dropped the gym ball, and stood up.
As if she could already guess what was coming, she twisted her face and parted her lips.
"F-fuc..."
Such filthy words from that pretty face. Ah... Pure bliss.
Her desperate curses, the way she scowled and backed away as if rejecting me.
It made her tits jiggle and stirred the sadist buried inside me.
"F-fuck. If you're gonna do this, why send me to workout? I'm dying here..."
I stood on the yoga mat and beckoned her over.
"Cum dump's got a lot of demands."
"You crazy pervert..."
In the end, my possession couldn't refuse. She shuffled toward me reluctantly.
I tackled her roughly, slamming her down onto the yoga mat.
From behind, I hooked my left arm around her neck and squeezed her tits hard with my right. The firm bra top let me feel the heft of her full breasts.
"Agh...! G-gentle, be gentle...!"
"Watch that mouth with your master?"
The bra blocked her nipples, so I flicked the protruding bits with my fingers.
"Ahng...!"
Just teasing her nipples and she was already moaning like a slut in heat.
Just a hypothesis, but it seemed tied to her subordination level. The higher it climbed, the more positively she reacted to my touch, making pleasure hit her easier.
Not that it mattered much. Whether she enjoyed it or not, I'd ravage and devour her however I pleased.
I slid the hand tormenting her nipples between her flailing legs.
The mound was already soaked through the leggings—finding it was child's play.
Except.
Son Sia brazenly clamped her thighs, blocking my hand.
Squeeze-.
I tightened my left arm around her neck and growled.
"Spread 'em, you bitch."
"Guh, guhk... O-okay...!"
I loved the fight—it made devouring her all the sweeter. But why resist when she'd spread eventually anyway? No clue.
She gave up resisting and stretched her legs obediently. I pressed and rubbed her mound through the leggings.
"Eugh, euheuk...!"
I gripped the mound, then stroked along its shape over the fabric. Soon, a squelch sounded, and her leggings darkened to a deep gray.
And.
Squish-.
I thrust my fingers hard, shoving them into her pussy through the leggings.
"Ahheuk...?!"
Not deep, but her pussy definitely swallowed my fabric-wrapped fingers, clenching tight around them.
I checked my watch.
11:20. Rental until noon—plenty of time for a round.
I slipped my arm under her pits and yanked her up.
She wobbled when I let go.
"Strip."
"Ugh..."
Son Sia bowed her head and slowly peeled down the leggings.
Sweat made them stick—she gripped the waistband and grunted.
And just as they caught on her left thigh, one tug away from off.
I snuck up behind without warning, yanked her hips back, and rammed my cock in.
Splurt-!
I hadn't even properly warmed her up, but her pussy was ready to take me.
From the entrance, slick folds parted wide—my cock sank root-deep.
"Oot!! Oook...?!"
Son Sia froze mid-bend, still peeling off the leggings.
And moments later.
"Oook, ughoooooot?!!"
She arched her back like it might snap, screeching wildly. At the same time, a fierce gush from between her legs.
Shhht. Shhiiit, shiiiissshh-!!
Impaled on my cock, her thighs quivered as she squirted like a fountain.
"Fuck. Top actress with a third-rate pussy—no shame?"
Still trembling in aftershocks, I showed no mercy and started pistoning.
Plap, plap, plaap, plap, plap-!
Each thrust flattened her pale ass, ripples spreading out.
"Aguk, ak, aaak...! W-wait! J-just a bit gentler!! I just came!"
"Cum toilet's demanding. Shut up and squeeze. Rental's almost up."
I pounded away, then noticed the mirrors around us.
I leaned down, wrapped my arm around her thigh. Then.
Tensed my core and hoisted her up in one go.
Whoosh-.
"Ueeeek?!!"
Full carry fuck. Standing while fully lifting a woman and slamming into her.
Not even facing her—from behind, lifting and pounding. Way tougher.
A bit of effort, but definite perks.
It looked utterly depraved.
"Eh, eek? Eeeek?!"
And it forced Son Sia—head lolling down—to confront her slutty reflection.
She was completely bound to me, skewered on my cock. I gripped her thighs tight and thrust wildly.
Slam, slap, slaam, slam, sloam-!!
The leggings half-hanging on her left thigh whipped around like a gymnast's ribbon.
Her face staring into the mirror was hilarious.
Shock, shame, doubt, disgust—a storm of emotions raged across her delicate features.
But only for a moment.
The pleasure from my cock plunging in and out overrode it all. Flecks of those feelings lingered beneath a solid bitch-in-heat expression.
"Oook, oooot, c-cumming! Cumminggg!!!"
Glurk, glurk, gluuuurk-.
I pumped her spasming pussy full of cum, then yanked my cock out.
"Eeheek! Ugeeiiiik?!!"
Shiiit, shiissshh, shiiiiiiiit-!!
Son Sia blasted a massive squirt into the air.