TIME STOP! Hold Back Your Laughter and Screams Since Time Has Stopped!
Good sign. This woman was feeling it with her whole body.
"Hnggh!"
A huge sound I'd never heard before. And Yun-young's body, which had been tense all this time, suddenly went limp. It was like every ounce of strength had drained out of her.
"Ha! Hak! Hak!"
Now her moans came out in staccato bursts, short and choppy. To some ears, it might sound like she didn't even have the energy left to moan. To others, it was the peak of orgasm expressed that way. Either way, there was no doubt she'd reached the absolute height of her pleasure.
I slowed my movements. Any more stimulation wouldn't help her climax at this point.
"Heuk! Hak! Ha! Hat! Hat... Ha... Haa..."
Her moans faded. The peak slowly passed, leaving only the afterglow.
I pulled away from her. That was enough. I hadn't cum, but it was plenty satisfying. Somehow, it felt like I'd devoured the woman whole.
Yun-young lay there limp again, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her mouth was slightly open. Seeing her like that, it felt a shame to end it here.
I slipped my glans just into her mouth. Yun-young obligingly opened wide to help me out. I moved a little. I could feel the actress's tongue against my glans.
Here it comes!
Gulp! Gulp!
Yun-young didn't hesitate—she swallowed it all down. Not satisfied, she sucked hard. The suction was no joke. Was this the power of my cards? Who knows? I figured it was probably her natural inclination.
My curiosity about this woman grew even more. With Yun-young, it felt like sex would always be a blast.
I pulled my cock from her mouth and gazed at her a bit longer before leaving the shower booth with a pang of regret, closing the glass door behind me.
When would I see her again? Would I fuck her again? No way to know.
Eh, if it's meant to be, we'll meet again.
I went to the changing room, got dressed, and headed back to the lounge, restarting time.
"Try this. It's our academy's special tea."
Eun-ji brought over a glass teacup filled with red liquid and set it in front of me.
"It's high-concentration hibiscus with chamomile—good for your skin, lowers blood pressure, and..."
Eun-ji spent a good while explaining how this special blend she'd concocted was great for all sorts of body parts. The taste was bitter, sour, spicy... weird as hell, anyway.
"Not great, right?"
"Haha... They say good-for-you teas are always bitter."
"Exactly. It's really good for you, so finish it all."
Was it really okay to just mix whatever like that? Eh, it was just one cup...
"Yeong-woong, got a girlfriend?"
Eun-ji asked casually.
"No."
I could say yes or no, but now wasn't the time to get into my complicated personal life.
"No way! Why not?"
Eun-ji had slid right up next to me before I knew it. She started chatting me up.
"You into working out?"
Mostly idle chit-chat. But it was enough to tell she had at least a little interest in me. Since I had a bit of interest in her too, I happily kept the conversation going.
How much time passed? I noticed a woman emerging from the changing room. Yun-young.
Even excluding the stopped time, she'd spent nearly 30 minutes in the shower.
Yun-young approached Eun-hee, who was working over there, and they talked. Her face looked bright—no complaints or anything.
But why were Yun-young and Eun-hee glancing my way every few seconds? Talking about me, maybe?
She headed toward the sofa where I was sitting.
"Hi."
Her voice was surprisingly clear and clean. Ah, actresses have to take care of their voices too, right?
"Heading out now?"
Eun-ji chimed in.
"Yeah. Great workout today too."
She wasn't acting all haughty like the stereotypical actress. Come to think of it, her outfit was pretty plain. Green tracksuit. The knees were all worn out, like she'd been wearing it forever. Style-conscious women even made tracksuits look chic, but she clearly wasn't that type. No matter how you sliced it, it was tracksuit, not designer athleisure.
Still, with that killer body, she'd draw eyes wherever she went.
Her hair was roughly tied back with a rubber band, unbrushed strands flying everywhere. Aside from the shabby bag slung over her shoulder for her change of clothes, no accessories in sight.
She looked way more laid-back than her looks suggested.
"By the way, Eun-hee said you're into photography?"
Yun-young suddenly asked me.
"Yeah, not professionally—just a hobby."
A bit thrown that the actress was talking to me. But I didn't worry she suspected anything.
"Eun-hee said you have a great eye. I saw a few just now, and she looked amazing in them. Of course, she's gorgeous to begin with, but the vibe was perfect."
"Thanks, that's high praise."
"I'm Jo Yun-jeong."
She extended her hand. For a shake, obviously.
"Ah, An Yeong-woong. Haven't seen all your movies, but the ones I did were memorable."
The actress's hand was incredibly soft.
"You know me? Oh my god, I'm thrilled!"
She made a big show of her delight.
"Oh, right—not for anything specific, but if you have time sometime, could you take my photo too? I'm grinding on SNS and all that to get my name out there, but pretty pictures are key, you know."
"Haha... I'm no pro photographer."
"No, you have real talent. Seriously. I wanna see a pic you took. So, gimme your number."
She handed me her phone. She'd clearly prepped it—the keypad was already up.
"Sure..."
I took Yun-young's phone from her hand. And pressed the stopwatch in my pocket.
When else would I get to snoop through an actress's phone?
I closed the dialer and poked around her smartphone. Apple, as expected for girls like her.
First, swipe up from the bottom to check running apps. Nothing special. Just calls, SNS, and messaging apps.
The messenger had a long contact list. No manager, but she was clearly networking hard. Some familiar names in her friends list—semi-famous celebs, directors. Probably tons more I didn't know.
Closed messenger, opened the gallery. Lots of selfies, as you'd expect from an actress. She snapped pics whenever she had time.
Plenty of auto-editing apps these days, but she didn't seem to use them. Mostly raw shots from the stock camera app.
Hm? Weird pics caught my eye. The kind you might see on a guy's phone now and then, but rare on a woman's. Nude shots of herself. Super explicit ones.
One had her buck naked, sitting somewhere, spreading her pussy—cropped from the neck down.
Hmm... But I had a feeling I knew whose body it was. It matched Yun-young's from the shower just now.
I scrolled on. More of the same. Not all fully nude—some had her fully dressed but hiking up her skirt to expose her bare pussy. Those were even more common.
All had two things in common: no face, and self-shot by the model. Some from above looking down, others arm stretched out to avoid her face.
One more oddity: not all, but many weren't taken at home. Some bathroom somewhere, an office, a secluded cafe corner, even what looked like a park.
Ho ho! This chick had some unique kinks.
I'd sensed something off when she was masturbating in the shower earlier. Did she crave exposing herself in public?
I knew people like that existed. Still, pretty bold. For a somewhat known actress, getting caught doing this would be risky as hell...
Then again, maybe she got off on the danger. Thrill-seekers like that would probably welcome it.
Snooping someone's phone is totally unethical, sure, but fun as hell.
I switched back to the dialer and restarted time. Entered my number, confirmed her phone rang on the table, and handed it back.
"I'll hit you up sometime."
Yun-young flashed me a grin and turned away.
"Weird. Never seen Yun-young chatty like that."
After she left the academy, Eun-ji said.
"She usually just does her class and bounces—no small talk."
"I showed her my pics of you. She liked 'em."
Eun-hee, who'd wandered over, jumped in.
"Still, probably her chattiest day ever, right?"
"Yeah."
Eun-hee plopped on the sofa too. Somehow, the three of us ended up bullshitting.
"Yun-young's that pretty and still no lead roles? Showbiz must be brutal."
"Totally. But chatting with her, she said she turned down a couple lead offers."
"Why?"
"Dunno. Personal reasons, probably."
"Makes sense. She's young still."
"Yeah, blow up before 30 and you're golden."
The two mostly talked about Yun-young.
"Her eyes and nose are done, right?"
Eun-ji said.
"Dunno, couldn't tell."
"Nah, definitely. But damn good work. Must've gone to a top clinic."
Typical girl talk about celebs.
"Her tits had more volume than I thought—those done too?"
No way in hell! I wanted to shout. I knew for a fact, having groped 'em. But couldn't say that.
Eun-ji rambled a bit more about Yun-young's supposed plastic surgery. Didn't think she was a bad person or anything. People gossip about bosses and whoever when they're out of sight, right?
But while talking, Eun-ji kept glancing at me, like seeking agreement. What was that? Jealousy? Why?
I had a hunch. She might've linked the pleasure she'd felt to me. Plus, Eun-hee hyped me up to the two directors. And mentioning my size? Plenty of room for Eun-ji to misunderstand.
Hm... Not really a misunderstanding, though. I was the source of her pleasure.
Fun. The old me never would've thought this way. Obviously—I'm not the type to win girls over on looks alone. I have some close female friends, but the general vibe is "nice guy once you get to know him."
But now? Clearly winning over multiple women. And I caught Eun-ji glancing again.
So I started playing again. Stopwatch—time stop. Raped Eun-ji.
Doing bad shit over and over must build tolerance. No hesitation in my mind anymore.