Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: The Director's Gaze
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It was a profoundly bizarre experience.
This sensation of observing my own movements through the eyes of another.
It was as if my soul had slipped out of my body, watching it run wild on its own.
It was unsettling, yet surprisingly not entirely unpleasant, which in turn surprised and unsettled me all over again.
My hand, which had been fumbling to unbutton her white blouse, tore it open in a fit of irritation.
Buttons scattered across the floor.
Through the parted fabric, a luscious D-cup bust, encased in a bra, was revealed.
“Hey, do you have any idea how much this cost?”
I sealed her lips with mine.
I greedily devoured Choi Ji-soo’s tongue.
A deep, hungry kiss.
The taste of her tongue was sweet and electrifying, a first for me.
A bliss so intense it felt as if my entire mouth, starting from the tip of my tongue, was melting away.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Agh! Be gentle!”
I pushed Choi Ji-soo down.
There was no time to take off her H-line skirt.
Right now, I was a beast.
A dangerous, starving beast.
Choi Ji-soo.
Why did you come to me like this?
Now... even I can’t go easy on you...
I told you to leave, that’s why.
Rip!
I pushed her skirt up and roughly tore her stockings.
Shucking off my own bothersome underwear, my red, angry cock, stained with pre-cum, revealed itself.
I pressed the head against her panties, visible through the torn stockings.
Pushing the thin fabric aside, I thrust powerfully into her wet pussy.
“Ahk!”
The soft, moist flesh of her inner walls.
My cock, panting with hunger.
The two fit together perfectly, forming a solid union.
Only then could I take a deep breath.
The heat descended from my brain to my groin, cooling my head, and I finally took in my surroundings.
A gleaming red recording light stared at me.
The large lens of a professional camera was silently capturing Choi Ji-soo and me.
My heart seized.
I realized what I had just done in front of Jung Hye-na.
“Hye-na, this is...”
“I called her, Oppa. Ji-soo agreed to it.”
“Why would you go this far...”
You? Me?
I didn’t know what subject was omitted from that sentence.
“It’s okay, Oppa. Relieve yourself as much as you want.”
“But I...”
“Since I can’t do it for you, I wanted to help you release your stress like this. I’m really okay.”
“Can’t you... not film it? I don’t want to leave a record of this.”
“You like this kind of thing, Oppa. I want to see and record everything you do, too. So we can look back on all of it as a memory together later.”
“Still...”
“You’ll like it when you watch it later, too. You’re only saying that now because you feel sorry for me...”
Her voice sounded a little strained.
I wanted to see her expression.
Show me your eyes...
But the words wouldn’t come out.
I didn’t have the courage to face the look in her eyes as she watched us.
“Hey, what are you doing? Focus on me.”
Choi Ji-soo’s sharp voice brought me back.
She glared at me, trying to cover her face from the camera as much as possible.
“I must be crazy, absolutely crazy. Wow, to think I agreed to this.”
“Choi Ji-soo.”
“Forget it. Just hurry up and do it. I wanted to do it with you too. Get moving. You said you were pent up.”
I bit my lip.
“Oppa, show her. Show Ji-soo how strong and amazing of a man you are.”
“Hye-na...”
“This actually makes me feel relieved. I don’t have to worry anymore watching you suffer.”
“Really?”
“Hey, Lee Chang-woo.”
“Yes. Really.”
“Focus on me, ugh! Hahng.”
The slick, wet sounds began...
I slowly started to move my hips.
Impaled by me in her disheveled state, Choi Ji-soo fell silent the moment I started thrusting.
Her whole body convulsed.
Her chest exposed by the torn blouse.
Her skirt bunched up, stockings ripped, panties pushed to the side.
“Ahk... Ah... What are you... Ah!”
“Hye-na. Are you really okay?”
“I told you, I’m fine. I feel like I’ve gained a reliable ally, actually.”
“Why am I, your ally, ahk! Aack!”
“The one I love most is you, Hye-na. You’ll never doubt that, right?”
“Hey! Focus on me, ahk! How dare you, ugh! Say something like that, haah! In, in front of me, heuk!”
“Of course. I know even if you don’t say it.”
The wet sounds filled the air...
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“You must never leave me.”
“I’d die without you, Oppa.”
“Haak, I’d... die without you too, ahk!”
“Hye-na. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I, I love you too, ahk! Aaaah! Aaack!”
I kept thrusting into Choi Ji-soo from a seated position, my eyes fixed on the camera.
I imagined that lens was Hye-na’s eye, picturing the gaze that lay beyond it.
“Show me your face. Hye-na. I want to see your face.”
“I can’t right now, my eye is on the viewfinder.”
“That’s not true. Show me. Your face. Now.”
“Oppa, focus.”
“Haak, right, focus on, on me, ahk!”
Her breasts, unsupported by her bra, swayed wildly.
I gripped Choi Ji-soo’s thighs with both hands.
The smooth texture of her stockings.
A slightly thicker grip than Hye-na’s.
Pressing her sturdy thighs tightly against my sides.
I slammed my cock into her with enough force to make loud, slapping sounds, again and again.
“Hye-na. How do I look? Am I not pathetic?”
“No. Not at all. You look amazing.”
“Having sex with another woman in your house, in front of you? Not pathetic at all?”
“Hey, if you say that, ahk, what does that make me, haaaang!”
“Ji-soo isn’t just another woman. She’s your woman now, and my older sister.”
“Why am I, heuk! Your sister, ahng!”
Her answer was so poignant it made my chest ache.
I thrust into Choi Ji-soo’s pussy even more forcefully.
All ten of her toes, wrapped in the torn stockings, curled tightly.
Her body arched like a bow, her head thrown back as she unleashed a scream of pleasure.
“Hey, why are you so good at this? Ahk! You were always good, but, haak! Haak! Ahheuk! You’re even better now! Ah! Ahk! I’m going crazy. Heuuuk! I’m gonna die.”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Wow, what is this? Why does it feel so good? I think I’m going to lose my mind. Ugh, what are you? What did you do? Haaaak! Why is it so different from last time? It was good then too, but, ahng! Ah! Ah! This time is really... Ahh! I’m going crazy! Haak!”
The way Choi Ji-soo’s pussy gently enveloped my cock felt insanely good.
A different kind of warmth from Hye-na’s.
The distinctly different texture of her flesh would now carve out a place in my heart.
The woman I love, Jung Hye-na.
The sense of perversion from releasing my sexual desires with another woman while she watched.
The woman I was having sex with now, Choi Ji-soo.
The guilt I felt for defiling her deepest parts while holding Hye-na, who was watching from the side, in my heart.
The conflicting feelings for two different women intertwined.
An unprecedented state of mind brought unprecedented ecstasy.
Ecstasy turned into pleasure, which converted into the powerful pumping of my body.
Damn it.
This feels so fucking good.
Why on earth did I hold back?
All those days I spent restraining myself seem so foolish now, I could almost cry.
I surrender myself to the self-justification that it’s okay since Hye-na gave me permission.
I entrust my starving cock to the pussy of the tall, glamorous beauty writhing in pleasure.
And I entrust my heart to the woman I love, who might be watching me with an expression I can’t begin to imagine.
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust! Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust! Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust!
“Ahk! Aaaaack! Ahheung! I’m, I’m gonna die! Chang-woo, Chang-woo! Why are you, heuk, so good? Huh? Huh? Kiss, kiss me! Kiss me, ahk, Chang-woo!”
The slapping, squelching sounds intensified.
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust! Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust!
“Ah, come inside! It’s okay to come inside! You’ve been starving, haven’t you! As much as, uh, as much as you want, I’ll take it all like before, so come as much as you want! Ahk! Chang-woo! I love you!”
I felt sorry for Choi Ji-soo.
Even as I explored the depths of her pussy...
My eyes were constantly chasing after Hye-na, who was beyond the camera lens.
Perhaps she couldn’t see it, lost as she was in pleasure.
Or perhaps she had no room to think, her body trembling with ecstasy.
Choi Ji-soo was simply like a bitch in heat, gushing her fluids, her pussy twitching, doing nothing but taking my thrusts.
I want to see Hye-na’s face.
But I can’t because of the camera.
I want to know what kind of expression, what kind of look she has in her eyes.
But she won’t show me.
And that makes me sad, and more excited, and I feel disgusted with myself for it, and then I get excited all over again.
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust! Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust!
“Haaaaaang! Ahk! Aahng!”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The sight of the man she loved having sex with another woman in her own home.
She didn’t want to show him the look in her eyes as she watched.
So Jung Hye-na hid her face behind the body of the large, professional camera.
Her eyes remained fixed on the man’s face displayed on the LCD screen, staring intently back at her.
A single tear trickled down her cheek.
“Hye-na. I think I’m going to come.”
“Come! Come! Come inside me! Don’t pull out! Hauk!”
“Kiss me. Hye-na, kiss me.”
“Ahk! Aaaaack! Ahheuuuuk!”
“Kiss me, Hye-na.”
Jung Hye-na surreptitiously wiped her tear away.
Then, as if nothing had happened, she stepped forward with a bright smile.
With a single step, Jung Hye-na, the director and audience, finally became a leading actor and participant on the stage.
As she gently knelt, the man pulled her shoulders with both hands.
His violent hip movements pounded against the tall, glamorous woman’s body sprawled on the floor.
The moment the two lovers’ lips met and their tongues intertwined....
Gush! Gush!
An immense volume of semen flooded into Choi Ji-soo over a very long time.
A tremendous orgasm that lasted for over a minute.
Choi Ji-soo’s eyes rolled back, her mind blown by the barrage of semen relentlessly pounding her uterus.
Jung Hye-na and the man held each other tightly, their tongues tangling frantically as if having sex with their mouths.
From beginning to end, the three cameras silently bore witness to the scene.
<Choi Ji-soo>