Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: I Told You So (♡)
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I told you so. (♡)
Squelch, spluuurt, squelch, squelch-!
"Ah, ugh, oooh...!"
My head was spinning, bile rising in my stomach, and just when I thought I might actually die like this...
Ding-.
With the beep of the keycard being recognized, the suite door opened and someone stepped inside.
Click-clack-.
Startled by the footsteps approaching the bedroom without a moment's hesitation, Rachel raised her bleary eyes to gaze at "someone."
With her vision clouded and her body shaking endlessly, the only thing Rachel could make out clearly was a "burgundy color."
A languid voice drifted from that "burgundy color."
It was Korean, but since Rachel knew a bit of Korean herself, she could understand it.
"What? You two still going at it?"
Only after hearing that voice did Rachel finally realize who had come.
'That agency bitch...'
"You came?"
This time, the voice came from above. Rachel lifted her head and looked at Jung Woo-jin, who was straddling her body and pistoning his hips wildly.
There were traces of sweat on him, but he didn't look like he was running low on stamina.
"Ugh...!"
Rachel reached out toward the agency rep in the burgundy dress, who had come so close.
"H-hel... help meee...!"
But the "burgundy color" brushed her hand away and circled her like she was putting on a show for spectators.
She even reached out and stroked the entrance to Rachel's cum-soaked anus, speaking this time in fluent English.
"Oh my! Look at this poor thing. It's been pounded so much, her asshole won't even close anymore?"
The gentle touch on her rear entrance tickled and ached at the same time, making Rachel twist her hips and let out a moan.
"Ah, agh?! Y-you're craaazy-?! G-get your hand off there...!"
"Hng...!"
The woman in burgundy let out a drawn-out hum from her nose before perching on the edge of the bed.
She then thrust her finger deep into the gaping anus beneath Rachel's pussy, where the pounding was still in full swing.
"Eek, eeeek...?!"
Rachel's body shuddered violently at the sudden intrusion of the long, foreign object.
Meanwhile, the conversation between the burgundy woman and Jung Woo-jin continued in English.
"Her attitude's still total shit. Did you even train her properly? And why the hell are you using a condom?"
"I thought it'd actually rip if I went any harder. But seeing how she still hasn't learned her lesson, maybe I should've just torn it open. Give me a sec. Let me finish cumming, then I'll shove it back in."
"Fine. A little more pain now might teach her a better lesson, don't you think? I'll loosen her up for you."
Finally grasping the situation, Rachel twisted her hips, grabbed the woman's hand that was probing her anus, and begged.
"W-wait! I-I'm sorry! Really, if you keep going, it'll be bad. I-I'll be good! Please, please! Ahk?!"
But as Jung Woo-jin soon overlaid his body on hers and slammed his hips down rapidly, Rachel lost her grip on the woman's hand.
Splat, thwack, splat, splat, splat-!
"Eh, ugh, hng, haaak...?!"
Her vision shook mercilessly from the pistoning so fast she couldn't tell if it was thrusting in or pulling out.
She wrapped her hands around Jung Woo-jin's neck for now, resisting the dizzying pleasure surging from her pussy.
Spluuuurt-!
With one final explosive piston, Jung Woo-jin's movements—which had been crushing her into the bed—came to a halt.
Instead...
Spurt, spluuurt, spurt-!
She could feel his cock swelling and starting to ejaculate.
"Ugh, haaht, ht...!"
Even with the condom on, every pulse and swell of his cock felt like hot cum battering her inner walls, making Rachel tremble.
The throbbing in her pussy finally stopped.
Jung Woo-jin released her upraised legs and pulled his cock out.
Pop-.
"Haaahk, ht...!"
The milky semen leaking from her pussy trickled down her gaping anus onto the sheets.
Rachel let go of her legs, which had been folded in half, and her waist straightened out, spreading her legs wide on the bed.
Regardless of her will, her hips jerked and trembled. She couldn't muster strength even in her fingertips.
Still, lying in this relaxed position felt so comfortable, like she could fall asleep any second—it was pure bliss.
A hand stroked her then.
A sticky, lukewarm sensation touched her forehead.
"Oh dear. She must be exhausted. You okay, sweetie?"
Rachel felt something slowly dripping from her forehead and barely pried her eyes open.
A woman with serpentine, bewitching eyes was stroking her hair.
Those eyes, subtly unsettling, made Rachel weakly grab the woman's wrist and plead.
"S-stop... J-just like this, let me rest a bit... Please."
At her words, the woman curled her lips upward, turned her head to Jung Woo-jin, and asked.
"What do you think? Is this enough?"
"Well, she's not an idiot—she gets it now, right? Next time she wants 'pleasurable' sex, she'll know to behave."
"Is that so?"
The woman in the burgundy dress smacked her red lips together and stared back at Rachel, stroking her hair again.
Then she suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair and said.
"Guess we'll have to trust our Woo-jin's word then."
Leaving the soundly sleeping Rachel Ziegler in the suite...
I stepped out with Baek Hee-jin for a stroll. Of course, I didn't forget to cover my face.
"Time to head back soon?"
"Yeah. The year-end film festival's coming up. They even sent a request for you to attend."
"Unexpected. Inner Beauty releases in November, so it's not an entry, right?"
"Not Inner Beauty—it's probably for Friends of the Opposite Sex. Maybe even Best New Actor."
"Hm. I see."
"I'll head in and talk to her for a bit then."
"Sure."
If she's a top casting director with real talent, I might as well make use of her.
Maybe to Rachel, Baek Hee-jin looks like the villain pulling my strings from behind the scenes.
I could control Rachel Ziegler myself, but I can't meet her every time, so we'd planned this act in advance with Baek Hee-jin.
To give her more authority when she meets Rachel for "business" talks going forward.
"Oh, right!"
I grabbed Baek Hee-jin, who was heading back to the suite.
"I accidentally tore some of her clothes, so lend her something to wear?"
"Ah...?"
Baek Hee-jin looked at me with a troubled expression.
Among the clothes I'd ruined before, there were ones she cherished, so bad memories must've resurfaced.
"Got it...!"
After Baek Hee-jin returned to the hotel, I sat on a bench, swinging my feet.
I'd come out because of the smell from the bedroom, but it wasn't ideal for script reading.
"It's getting dark already."
I crumpled the script in my hand and wandered around the hotel before turning back toward the suite.
I'd remembered we had two rooms booked.
A studio packed with top-tier industry sound equipment.
In one corner, amid scattered sheets of music, a blonde woman was hunched over almost face-first into the desk.
"Jennifer...?"
"Shh! Wait just a sec!"
Mid-recording, some brilliant idea must've struck—Jennifer bolted from the booth and was furiously scribbling into the blanks on her score.
She bit her lip, muttering nonstop to herself.
"No, no. Gotta rework the whole thing. This melancholic chord progression is the problem. Yeah, let's tweak the minor key first..."
Finally unable to stand it, Matthew—the producer on this album—approached and said.
"Jennifer, this was supposed to be a breakup song concept from the start. What's with the sudden change?"
Snap-.
The lead of Jennifer's pencil broke.
She slowly lifted her head, glaring at the producer with gleaming eyes, and declared.
"Change the concept. I'm not singing a breakup song."
"Wha? J-Jennifer. Hold on, what the—?"
"I'm not in the mood for that kind of song right now. Yeah. That's right!"
Jennifer flung the broken pencil behind her and shot up from her seat.
A classic blonde beauty who could skyrocket any teen flick from North America to worldwide success.
She transcended the era's beauty standards—her face was so innocently lovely that anyone, regardless of age or gender, would call her "adorable."
But Jennifer's expression bore a subtle madness.
Her eyes gleamed even under the dim lighting.
"Yes! Let's make this album's concept a girl in love! We have to. Absolutely. Oh, right—I had that rough draft I wrote ages ago. Where'd I put it? Was it here?"
With that, Jennifer started rummaging through score stacks all over the studio. Matthew watched her retreating figure in a daze before turning to her agent.
The agent, white-haired despite not yet being elderly, straightened his coat and shook his head slowly.
The agent mouthed to the producer.
I told you so. (♡)
The two men exchanged glances for a moment before letting out deep sighs in unison.