Chapter 94
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: I'll Do Whatever You Want (♡)
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During the after-party of the awards ceremony.
"Woo-jin, let's definitely work on a project together next time!"
"Oh my! You just started your own project, what are you saying? Woo-jin, PD Park Min-jung's drama this time is a total hit. The writer talks about you all the time—if the schedule works out, consider it!"
"Tch. These girls. Woo-jin, congrats on winning Best New Actor! Aim for Best Leading Actor next year!"
Kwon Joo-hee, who perfectly embodied the 'Fox Award' as the seductive gumiho that enchanted everyone; Kim Sun-hwa, endlessly feminine and delicate, naturally stirring a man's protective instincts; and Baek So-jin, whose impression was like the very embodiment of a 'cold city woman.'
These actresses, famous enough that anyone on the street would recognize them, saw me off all the way to the party venue's entrance.
"I flew back this dawn, so I'll head out first. Thank you, sunbaenims."
I glanced at each of them and flashed a smile.
In an instant, their eyes softened, lips parting slightly.
They were all renowned actresses, so tempting, but now it was time for the special treat I'd been putting off.
I gave them a light nod and left the venue.
In the taxi heading to Stone Actors' headquarters.
I texted Han Woo-hee, whom I'd sent ahead.
[On my way, so heat up that pussy for me.]
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Late hour, nearing 11 p.m.
Stone Actors' building had lights off from the first floor to the sixth.
In that dark structure, only one place emitted light.
The seventh floor.
Baek Hee-jin's CEO office.
Only there glowed a soft light.
I traversed the dark hallway, took the elevator to the seventh floor.
Opening the thick door reminiscent of a theater entrance.
Instead of Baek Hee-jin in her CEO office, another woman awaited.
Han Woo-hee, who had been rubbing her pussy with feet up on the sofa, yanked her fingers out and shot to her feet.
She'd worn a neat suit instead of a dress to the awards ceremony today, but now only a white blouse remained.
"Whoa, you're here?"
It had been 15 days since I left her hanging, then flew straight to California, making it nearly 20 days of neglect.
So Han Woo-hee wore a slightly pouty expression.
Not truly upset.
Her pout mixed with anxiety over my reaction, all plain on her face.
Clearly, a cute protest to make me notice her grievance.
I approached the sofa and scooped her waist up in my arms.
"You must've been really sulking, huh?"
"Eut, w-what are you...?"
I set the lifted Han Woo-hee on the desk.
Thud-.
Books and papers on the desk scattered messily as her body pushed them aside.
"I'll fuck you plenty to make up for lost time today. Now strip that blouse off too."
"Hmph..."
Lying on the desk, Han Woo-hee pouted, lips twitching, as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
Her lean white abs sharpened into view, followed by cute, flattened breasts pressed by gravity.
I looked down at her and said,
"Definitely a fuckable body, sunbaenim. How do you want it? Say it yourself."
Han Woo-hee turned her head slightly, cheeks flushing under my piercing gaze.
"Well... um..."
"You're the pervert who posts reviews on Twitter after sex—what's with the shyness?"
Still flushed, Han Woo-hee slid a hand down, fiddling with her pussy as she spoke.
"S-so... fuck me senseless... that'd be good. Twist my nipples till they hurt, get my clit hard and pinch it with your fingers..."
"Interesting. And?"
As I listened intently, feigning intrigue, her words sped up.
Excitement building as she voiced her desires.
"Ram your cock down my throat till my neck spasms, yank my hair wildly while pounding my pussy till it feels like it'll burst... a-and..."
"What if you pass out?"
Imagining it as she spoke, her eyes melted hazily.
As if brutal beast-like fucking was her sole wish.
Lust filled Han Woo-hee's gaze.
She worked her lips, exhaling hot breath.
"Even if I faint, don't forgive me—keep punishing me with your cock till I wake..."
I smirked.
"Your switch is fully flipped today, huh?"
"Th-that's all your fault... Eut?!"
Whining Han Woo-hee cut off as fingers plunged into her pussy, gripping the desk.
"Good. I'll give you what you want. Let's start with the special pussy feast I learned overseas."
"Wh-what does that... Eut, haak?!"
Before she could question, the 'Miraculous Dexterity (A+)' from Jennifer Wise activated.
Her self-heated, dripping pussy allowed my fingers free rein.
I wielded dexterity matched by only the rarest artisans worldwide. Probably.
My fingers flexed seamlessly, ravaging her depths—not just motion, but sensation.
As if hypersensitive tips detected every ridge.
I felt her folds' texture and reactions, pinpointing her most sensitive spots instantly.
Far more precisely than before.
Squelch, squelch, squiiiish, squelch, squiiiish-!
Her pussy juices erupted, splashing wildly under my fingers.
Obscene wet sounds.
"Ahk, hak, wh-what is thiiiis?! Huok?! W-wait-!!"
Less than a minute into fingering, Han Woo-hee sensed something wrong, reaching to stop me amid sobs.
Her lower belly convulsed violently.
And I.
Of course, per her request, brushed her hand away without mercy, continuing to wreck her pussy.
"Fucking bitch. Grab your nipples before I tie your hands."
Remembering her words, she withdrew, clutching her nipples hard.
"Euht, hat, haak, my head's going craaazy, ah, aaah-!!"
With both hands free, one hand plunged into her pussy, teasing her G-spot; the other hardened her clit.
Easy work.
Fingering makes pussy juice flow, the key to erecting the clit.
Once it leaks, it's done.
I coated her clit thoroughly, gently scraping the hood with fingers.
Like rolling a slick little bean, pressing occasionally.
Ta-da-!
Clit erection success.
For a slutty bitch like Han Woo-hee, even rough clit play mixes pain and pleasure.
Squeeze-.
Hard pinches now and then were fine.
"Eeheek-?!!"
The moment I pinched her clit with thumb and forefinger, her body slackened briefly, a trickle escaping her urethra.
"Drank a lot of water?"
Asking, I pressed her lower belly with the clit-pinching hand.
Squelch, squiiiish, squelch, squiiiish, squelch-!
As G-spot fingering intensified and her bladder compressed, Han Woo-hee twisted wildly on the desk, unable to hold.
"Agh, aaagh, w-wait! Euheek?!!"
Then suddenly.
Han Woo-hee convulsed on the desk like seizing, jerking her hips.
Not natural motion, but shuddering spasms.
Scattering books and flyers further, some tumbling off; she quivered at 45 degrees, squirting.
Pssht, shiiiish, pshiiiish-!!
Clearish liquid, lemon-juice tinted, arced into the air.
Splattering the marble CEO office floor with plops.
I wiped my juice-soaked fingers on her slack-jawed, ahegao face.
"Haha. Sunbaenim came hard already. That's one—let's see how many more till you pass out."
At that, Han Woo-hee looked up with melted eyes, trembling.
Fear of what's coming, or anticipation—who knows.
Her dark pupils shook mercilessly.