Childhood Friend Writhing in Ecstasy Under a Massive Thug – Unbearable Jealousy Boils Over as I Watch (54/377)

"You stay here. And forget everything that happened today."

Jiyeon still looked embarrassed. Minam just nodded silently, signaling he'd follow her orders. We left the trashed room behind and headed to a clean new one for some proper rest. That wild, chaotic day finally came to an end.

Of course, I hadn't planned it that way, but I never imagined we'd end up putting on a sex show right in front of Jiyeon's childhood friend.

The next day was Saturday. I woke up in the morning to find Jiyeon still dead to the world. I didn't bother waking her. We both had the afternoon free, so we had more time than usual. Yesterday had been intense, but it wasn't fatigue holding her down. My Active Card Healing had fully restored her—no need to worry about exhaustion or any soreness from the rough sex.

She just wanted to laze around on the weekend. Seeing her sprawled out naked, deep in sweet slumber, got me hard in seconds. Damn, a cute girl with huge tits like her can make any guy rock-hard just by existing. Should I just pounce? Morning sex sounds perfect...

But her sleeping face was so adorable, I almost felt bad about waking her.

Remembering the DawnDusk guidance message, I downloaded the video to my smartphone and quietly played it on the sofa.

Hmm... wonder how they edited this one? I was dying to know—couldn't wait.

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'I have a woman I love.'

The video opened with the man's narration. He seemed to be the protagonist of this piece. Probably Minam. But his face never appeared. The story unfolded from the protagonist's point of view.

Too bad—they wasted such a handsome face... Then it hit me: Minam's face couldn't be shown. Why? Genre conventions in adult videos. They avoid handsome guys so viewers can project themselves easily. Imagine watching porn to vent, only to see some stud having beautiful sex with a hot girl. You'd get pissed off instead of turned on, right?

Aha! Maybe that's part of why I was chosen as AV Master—my looks aren't exactly leading-man material. Wait, then there shouldn't be a Master Card Handsome or anything. Sure, there's women-oriented AV, but that's niche and irrelevant here.

Damn... suddenly feeling crushed. Hopes dashed. Still, I kept watching. Something intriguing pulled me in.

And soon enough, I showed up.

??? That's me?

I knew AV Making videos altered appearances from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the originals, but this was extreme. What the hell was that monstrous bulk? The guy who appeared with the heroine was a massive pig of a man. Height-wise, about my size. But his body? Enormous. I'm built solid, but this version dwarfed me. Compared to petite Jiyeon, he looked three times bigger.

Ugh... and the face was worse. Total thug, scammer, or gangster vibe. Or all three rolled into one. Pairing that hulking, sleazy bastard with a cute, tiny heroine as her "boyfriend" would piss off anyone.

That's supposed to be me? Talk about a gut punch... Not thrilled, but I kept going.

And before long, I was hooked. It was a heartbreaking tragedy you couldn't watch without tearing up.

The opening flashed back to the protagonist and his beloved in their student days, all soft and hazy. It masterfully depicted how long he'd pined for her through their shared memories. He loved her; she trusted him. But they never quite crossed into lovers—always close, yet not.

Then the incident. One day, she gets forcibly taken by the massive thug? Huh? That's not how it went. But whatever—it stirred the audience better. Thinking back, I only used Casting Card Active Protagonist because that's what I had. If I'd drawn Casting Card Humiliation Protagonist, I'd have slapped it on Jiyeon without hesitation. Not exactly inaccurate.

Next, the three-way meeting. Slight differences here too. The protagonist and thug actually knew each other well—and the protagonist always feared him. Sensing doom, he still joins them for drinks and passes out drunk.

Then the main event. The protagonist wakes to moans, discovering his beloved being raped by the thug. Furious but too cowardly to intervene, he just peeks from hiding. Overwhelmed by rising lust, he jerks off while spying.

The thug and beauty fuck multiple rounds; the pathetic protagonist can only masturbate. Cutaways show his crumbling face—downgraded from Minam's handsomeness to average-joe everyman. Perfect for porn. Relatable for all the ordinary guys out there.

An everyday dude watching his precious love stolen by an unstoppable brute, reduced to fapping on the sidelines. Ugh! I empathized with his pathetic misery, a sour feeling bubbling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up.

But unlike the protagonist's anguish, the girl was in bliss. Her moans grew louder with each fuck, begging for harder thrusts. His despair—and arousal—intensified.

The highlight: midway, she calls out the protagonist, flashing a satisfied grin to show off her pleasure. I skimmed the sex, focusing on the psychological bits. Worth it alone. The protagonist's humiliation nailed perfectly. Masterpiece level.

Kept getting sucked into his wretchedness—my fists trembled. Couldn't wait to see the earnings.

Fast-forwarding through the two-plus-hour vid, about ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠30 minutes passed. Unbeknownst to me, I'd grabbed my raging hard-on and started stroking.

Jerking to a video where I'm the villain... and empathizing with the victim? Kinda embarrassing.

I set the phone down and approached sleeping Jiyeon. Kissed her cute pussy. A quick tongue tease, and she was already wetting up. Women's bodies are pure magic.

Couldn't hold back anymore. The video had me at peak arousal. I spread her legs and slid in slow.

As expected, entering a sleeping girl ain't easy—especially with her not fully developed and my cock way beyond normal. But Jiyeon's body always welcomes me quick.

"Ngh!" Sleeping Jiyeon winced in pain, letting out a short moan. Felt a twinge of guilt. But no choice—I was a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠beast devoured by lust.

I gripped her pale thighs and moved gently. A shred of conscience remained.

"Ngh! Ah! Uncle!" Jiyeon opened her eyes, staring in shock.

"You animal!" She huffed in disbelief. But then spread her arms, pulling me in.

"Incorrigible! All you ever think about is sex?"

"Seeing you asleep like that gets me so fucking hard."

"Hng? I turn you on that much?"

"Hell yeah. Where else you gonna find a girl as sexy as you?"

Praise costs nothing—never skimp, especially on a beauty like her.

Morning sex is divine. With a big-titted stunner like Jiyeon? Perfection.

"Uncle beast! You really just see me as a fucktoy?" Jiyeon glared playfully, lips leaving my spent tip with a pop, a grin on her face.

"We can head back late today, right?"

"Yeah."

She eyed me with eager anticipation.

"Wanna date all day? Anywhere you wanna go?"

"Hmm... breakfast first... then a motel. Nicer one this time."

"What about what you just said?"

"But wasting time getting dressed is such a shame~?" She flashed a lewd smile.

"How about the pool?"

"Huh? The pool?" Jiyeon frowned uncomfortably.

"When I wear a swimsuit... people stare too much. Kinda bugs me."

She hadn't fully shaken off the stares at her chest yet.

"It's fine. Just you and me."

"Really? A place like that exists?"

"Yup. Eat first... or there? Let's head out and decide."

"Ooh? Where?"

Jiyeon perked up at the private pool idea.

"By the way... last night."

She hesitated, then brought up the frenzy.

"Yeah."

"I was kinda weird, right?"

"Nah, you were just hot."

"I was weird. For real. Treated Minam so awful..."

She remembered it all. Weird as it was, it wasn't impossible, so no memory overwrite.

"Sigh... how am I supposed to face him now? Ugh, better never see him again."

"It's cool. Minam got off even harder."

"Thinking back, it was all because of me. I knew he liked me. Must've shocked him bad—snapped something."

"He'll be fine."

If he totally broke, I could heal him with Active Card Healing—fixes body and mental trauma. No real loyalty there, but for Jiyeon, I'd consider it. He didn't seem the type to cause trouble post-heal anyway. Worst case, hit him with another Casting Card The Cuckolded Man.

Huh? That's genius. Heal the broken toy... then break it again? Infinite replay value! A wicked scheme popped into my head. I'm a genius.

"You sure it'll be okay?"

"Yeah. Leave any issues to me."

"Pfft! If he breaks, it's partly your fault."

But Jiyeon shrugged it off quick.

"Nah... whatever. Not your fault, Uncle. Honestly. It's mostly on him anyway. His responsibility. Maybe for the best—might kill his feelings for me so he backs off."

Jiyeon was cool about it. If only the world were that simple.

We cleaned up, dressed, and left the room.

"You're up!"

Minam stood guard outside, greeting us cheerfully.

"Holy shit! You scared me! You didn't leave?"

I jumped, but Jiyeon freaked too. Anyone would. Getting greeted by a stranger outside your motel room in the morning ain't pleasant.