Chapter 97
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: Holding It All In
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"Kuheup, keup, kheuheup...!"
I grabbed Baek Hee-jin's bound hair and yanked it back and forth.
My hips matched the rhythm, thrusting forward to meet her.
Juwb, juk, juwbp, juwbp-!
The bulging cock slid effortlessly between her apricot-colored lips, and she struggled to breathe around it as she took it into her mouth.
The urge to cum was building, so I rammed my cock deep into her throat and pressed down on her head.
"Guk, geureuk...?!!"
Baek Hee-jin's throat clenched sharply around the head of my cock. Her gag reflex made it convulse and spasm wildly.
Unable to breathe through her mouth, she tried huffing through her nose, but with snot already streaming down, even that seemed impossible.
"Kuhuup...!"
Her face flushed deeper red as she gripped my thighs tightly with both hands, my cock buried deep in her mouth.
I held her head in place and tugged it in short, sharp bursts to heighten the sensation.
"I'm cumming."
And with that, the first load erupted.
Byurit, byuririt, byurit-!
The initial spurt shot straight down Baek Hee-jin's throat.
As she gagged and it slipped free, the rest blasted across every corner of her mouth.
Once it was all out, my cock slid from her mouth, and she collapsed, coughing violently.
"Keup, kheuheup, hek!"
Chunks of semen mixed with saliva spilled from her mouth, pooling in the valley of her breasts.
"You'll need more practice, but you held out pretty well, CEO."
I stroked her hair, then took her arm and pulled her to her feet.
"It tastes good, right?"
"......"
Instead of answering, Baek Hee-jin worked her mouth around as she stood, hand in mine, savoring the load pooled inside.
Then she gulped it down with a big swallow.
"Your lower mouth feeling thirsty too?"
Baek Hee-jin's gaze drifted slowly downward.
She stared at whatever was prodding her lower belly, her cheeks flushing even deeper.
On the plush mattress.
It was heavy, but the lingering warmth made the weight feel good.
Baek Hee-jin hugged my neck, burying her face in my chest, and let out a pleased hum.
"Heung...."
Her languid voice dripped with coquettishness.
I stroked her hair and said,
"CEO."
"Uh, heung...?"
"Don't you have a meeting with the CMTV folks today?"
"Ah...!"
"Your eye makeup's all smeared from crying out like that. Shouldn't you wash up and get ready?"
"......"
Embarrassed, Baek Hee-jin quietly squeezed my chest with her hand.
Personally, I have no hang-ups about a woman's moans. Whether she's panting like a beast or wailing uncontrollably, I like it all.
If it comes naturally, let it happen—why hold back?
"It's fine. It's cute, so just let it out naturally."
At that, Baek Hee-jin lifted her head to gaze up at me, her ears turning red.
"Heu, heung...."
She pushed up from my chest and stomach, slowly rising.
Naturally, my cock—still buried deep in her warm pussy—slid free.
The moment the head finally popped out,
"Ahuk...!"
Baek Hee-jin doubled over mid-motion with a groan.
She scrambled off me and leaped from the bed, clamping her thighs together as she hurried to the bathroom.
But thick white semen trickled down her legs, staining the floor.
"Haha. You held a lot in, huh."
My cock was a mess of semen and juices too, but I spread my legs wide and closed my eyes.
I'd dozed off lightly when I felt someone gently touching my leg, snapping me awake.
"Mm."
Baek Hee-jin, now fully made up and dressed, looked down at me.
"We've got time, but we should probably head out soon."
I blinked lazily and patted the bed beside me.
"Huh?"
Baek Hee-jin perched on the edge where I'd patted, and I grabbed her wrist.
"Clean it off with your mouth before you wash up."
"Eh? Oh, come on...."
Pretending reluctance, she still leaned down and took my cock into her mouth.
"Wuuum. Mm...."
CMTV headquarters.
The moment I stepped into the fifth-floor conference room guided by the 'Paranormal' team,
a bright voice rang out.
"Woo-jin!"
Jennifer, sitting at one end of the wide 'ㅁ'-shaped table, jumped up and waved.
Had we gotten that close already?
I wondered if I'd missed something, then glanced at Catherine beside her.
Her expression was blank, but her eyes held an awkward glint as she looked at me.
It was normal.
This was only our second meeting.
I gave Jennifer a light wave and took an empty seat.
"Hey, Jennifer. Good to see you too, Catherine."
Director Steven wasn't there yet.
Instead, a young staffer who looked like a newbie was bustling around, sorting and handing out materials to the actors.
Of course, "actors" today meant just the two leads and me, the main supporting role—but she reeked of inexperience.
"Catherine, this is the final script, and, uh... this. Ah! The styling concept book for this shoot. Hair length has to match last season's... um, so yeah."
"We'll need to trim it a bit. Thanks, Annie."
While Catherine dealt with Annie,
Jennifer leaned toward me and said,
"Woo-jin! I worked on an album—wanna hear it?"
"Oh?"
I glanced at my watch.
Plenty of time before the meeting started.
"Sure, why not?"
Jennifer ruled the pop world for one simple reason.
Her one-of-a-kind tone and stellar vocals.
That cheat-code voice fit fast tempos and slow ballads alike—it was pure talent.
Top it off with whistle notes in her arsenal,
and every album was a guaranteed hit.
Easy to say, but those gifts were rarer than rare.
"Here, take this."
It'd been a while since her last release, but vocals were my jam too, so I took one earbud from her without hesitation.
'Don't people usually share both?'
I didn't get why she was plugging the other into her own phone, but whatever—she connected it,
and music started playing in my right ear.
They say it takes just five seconds to notice an attractive woman in a room.
And here,
as a black car pulled up near the CMTV building,
a woman stepped out,
and every man around froze, captivated by her distant-but-undeniable 'beauty' and 'aura'.
The stunning woman in white gloves flicked her hair back dramatically.
Mystical ash-blue locks swirled through the air like magic.
As she strode toward the CMTV building, eyes gleaming,
a stuffily suited man approached to intercept her.
He gave an awkward, troubled smile.
"Miss, please wait in the car. I'll go check it out instead."
"Check what? I already know it's leaked. Shut up and move."
Brushing him aside, she marched forward without pause.
Her black enamel heels clicked assertively.
Tak tak-.
Her confident stride made her thighs and hips bounce with elastic allure, drawing every man's gaze like magnets.
But only for a moment.
Burly bodyguards piled out of nearby cars and flanked her, sending pedestrians scattering.
She entered the CMTV building without breaking stride, snapping irritably,
"What floor?"
"Fifth floor, miss."
"What are you waiting for? Run ahead and hit the button."
A bowl-cut guy bolted to jab the elevator button.
Ignoring the flustered onlookers, she stared straight ahead at the elevator.
"...Isn't that Melody?"
"What? Melody? Where?!"
Before the crowd could swarm, the suited man and guards blocked them.
He smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, folks. Mind giving us a moment? And please, no spreading nasty rumors. As you know—"
That was when it happened.
Clunk-.
The dull sound of doors shutting made him turn— the elevator was already sealed shut.
"Haa... This is insane."
The suited man sighed deeply, then led the guards.
"Stairs it is."
The pack of suited bruisers vanished into the stairwell.
Left in the lobby, people gossiped in stunned faces.
"Whoa, what day is it? Melody Burns in the flesh?"
"Yeah. Dunno her personality, but damn, she's gorgeous. Saw her dressed all ladylike?"
"I did. But up close? Total bitch. Bossing around guys old enough to be her dad? Obvious as hell."
Inside the elevator heading to the fifth floor,
Melody Burns flicked her hair irritably, alone with one bodyguard.
"Ha. This is ridiculous. I gave them time to think, and they drag in some weird monkey?"