Chapter 16: That Famous Pool Everyone Knows
From watching her all this time, Bora was a woman who knew how to wear clothes exceptionally well. She didn't splurge on luxury brands, but she had an eye for picking outfits that suited her perfectly. She was probably the most eye-catching woman in our apartment complex. So there was no way she'd like that outdated blue one-piece swimsuit from who-knows-when. Honestly, I didn't like it much either. A blue one-piece swimsuit? The name alone screams tacky. There are so many cooler designs out there... especially for a woman with a body like Bora's—a bikini would suit her way better. Even if it's a one-piece, something like a monokini with stylish cutouts would be far superior. And if she wanted coverage, a frilly one with a cute skirt attachment would work. So yeah, save the plain blue one-piece for the national sports festival.
But no choice—it had its reasons. The reason for wearing a blue swimsuit was the same as back in the Miss Korea pageant days, when they made all the contestants wear blue ones. Blue showed up sharper and clearer on CRT TVs than other colors, with less bleeding at the edges. Other colors would blur around the borders, but blue held its lines perfectly. And obviously, you wear swimsuits to show off a woman's hot body. So blue was the natural pick for keeping those lines crisp. Now that CRTs are gone and everything's LCD, there's no real need to obsess over blue anymore. But in adult videos, blue swimsuits are still the standard. They've become an entrenched trope over decades.
It's like any industry—once a standard takes hold, it's hard to change. Adult content's no different. Producers stick to the tried-and-true rather than risking experiments with new swimsuits. The genre isn't as adventurous as you might think. People buy what matches their tastes, and those tastes don't shift easily, so companies play it safe, following formulas to recoup investments. Better steady returns than chasing blockbusters. Anyway, this was our first swimsuit shoot, so we'd follow industry standards.
Bora grumbled as she changed. I grabbed a decent pair of men's trunks, swapped, and headed to the pool first. She wouldn't care what I was wearing anyway. Moments later, Bora emerged in her swimsuit.
Hmm... yeah, fashion's ultimate finishers are the face and body. It wasn't anything special, but on her slender frame, it looked pretty damn good. Especially those long, pale legs—my eyes were glued. Impressive, honestly. The high-leg cut made them look even longer, but Bora's legs were killer to begin with.
"Whoa! Nice body. Seeing you naked all the time makes this feel fresh. Like you're flopping around all lively!"
Her face twisted at my blatant jab—love that. Torturing this woman was pure satisfaction.
"You're such a lowlife..."
She shot me a glare and slipped into the pool. In this massive pool, the water was her only hiding spot from me—obvious move. Bora swam freely, putting as much distance as possible between us.
Perfect. The neighbor's wife still hadn't lost her haughtiness, still hated my guts.
While she frolicked, I headed to the fridge by the pool—not a real fridge, more like an open showcase from a market's chilled section, stocked with drinks and booze. No way you'd go thirsty here. I grabbed a beer can and moved to the food table.
The huge marble table—cool white with blue undertones—was loaded with dishes: seafood and meats for full meals, sandwiches and burritos for snacking, fruits and desserts, even bakery sweets and booze-friendly snacks women love. Plenty to refuel after swimming... or AV making, which burned serious stamina. Thoughtful prep to replenish energy mid-shoot.
I picked up a bone-in hunk slathered in red sauce. Pretty good. No—incredible. Then a fresh oyster, shell and all. Crisp, briny perfection—you could sell these. Everything was legit, not just for show. Cold stuff stayed cold, warm stuff held heat. Not prepped ages ago.
Weird. No one around... how'd they time it perfectly for me?
But I dropped the speculation. Whoever set this up could lure my airhead friend-girl into jumping me and super-size my dick overnight. A private pool and catering in Seoul? Child's play. Just enjoy it. Pondering motives was pointless.
As I downed my beer and savored the gourmet spread, Bora seemed relaxed, gliding through the pool leisurely. I knew she swam for body maintenance. Way better than some public gym pool.
Ah! That's why she misunderstood. Thought I rented this dream spot for her swimming obsession, despite my broke ass... tsk. No helping it.
My real goal? Totally different. To use the Casting Card <Actress>. Turns out, you can recast someone you've used it on before. No rule saying one-and-done per woman. For a reliable fuck like current Bora, no need to burn precious Proactive Protagonist or Humiliation Protagonist cards—just reuse Casting Card <Actress>.
Plus, today I'd fuck her till my stamina tapped out. Test the Master Card <Stamina> from yesterday. And check the Site Card <Pool> while at it. Triple win.
Time to start?
I stood, dropped my trunks, and entered the pool. Bora flinched as I approached.
Phew... good. She still recoiled from me. If her disgust had softened even a bit, it'd be a shame.
I slid behind her, left arm wrapping her waist, right hand pushing her torso forward. She bent over, gripping the pool edge with both arms.
"You're not seriously gonna do it here, right?"
Her voice was ice-cold.
"Ever tried it in the water?"
"Not everyone's a pervert like you."
"Lucky for you I am. First time, huh? Stuff your husband never did."
"Filthy bastard."
"Nice view, eh?"
From our spot, the city skyline gleamed through the skylight. But she wasn't in the mood.
"Just finish quick."
No real resistance—she knew it'd just tire her out.
I shoved her swimsuit bottom aside and eased my cock into her pussy.
"Wait? What? At least take the suit off."
"No."
Pool scenes always start with the suit on, bottom shifted aside. Nude comes later—rule.
"Ah! Fuck! You pervert!"
Hearing that thrilled me—yep, pervert confirmed.
"Ugh!"
She wasn't wet enough, and my enlarged cock made entry tough. Water didn't help much.
"Ah! Seriously... it hurts!"
Real pain. She jerked irritably. But soon, her insides slickened.
Thanks to Setting Card <Sensitivity>. True cheat—any stimulus turns sexual.
"Ugh! Mmph! Haa..."
Bora was feeling it smooth. Mouth venomous, body always betrayed her reason.
"Ugh! Hurry up and cum! Mmph!"
Of course, I ignored her plea.
I pulled out from behind, spun her around. Face-to-face, her expression was pure annoyance, same as always. I stripped off her top—those white tits I loved bounced free. Lifted her slightly onto the edge, then railed her properly in a comfier position, still dripping wet.
"Cumming."
Face twisted in rage, she took my cock in her mouth and swallowed. No more gagging, but she never forgot to show fury at each load.
Bora ditched the ruined suit and headed to the shower. Clean freak—always rinsed after any action.
"Take a break?"
I offered drinks and food to her naked return. She skipped the feast, picking only a light soda. Never seen her eat much. Was it discipline for that body, or natural disinterest?
Sugar-free sparkling water in hand, she sat farthest from my chair. Whatever.
Short rest, then round two on a plush sunbed outside the pool.
"Hurry and finish! Ugh! Mmph!"
Bora never moaned beyond ughs or mmphs. Hated admitting pleasure from me.
"That's all you got?"
"What? Want my moans? Here—ah! Ah!"
Utterly insincere fake moans. The kind that'd kill a guy's vibe mid-fuck.
But I loved it. Meant she wanted to kill my lust, still refused to submit.
Minutes in, though, her sharp glare softened. Head turned away, avoiding my eyes. Hand clamped over her mouth.
"Hng! Hnngh!"
Similar sounds, but different tone. She was feeling it—intensely. Hated me hearing, so muffled desperately.
For a guy, that's irreplaceable bliss. She hated me, yet drowned in unbearable pleasure from our fucks.