Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: SDFM-014 (3)
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Her decadent seduction had me burning up as well.
I was just about to launch a full assault on her pussy and finally claim her flower.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Shooting time has expired. <Public Pervert's Technique Too Skilled #1> • Progress: 100% • Completion: 56% Shooting terminated early due to insufficient completion quality. Thank you for your cooperation in the shoot. Your payment has been sent to your mailbox. Please check it. Studio control over the post-shoot location is now released. If you do not wish to cause a social disturbance, leave the area immediately. 'Huh? What the hell? Early termination? It just ends like this all of a sudden?'
My fingers were already buried deep in Choi A-ran's pussy, ravaging her secret folds.
She was completely lost in my touch, wrapping her arms around my neck and letting out sweet moans.
And yet the shoot was over.
On top of that, it felt like they were telling me to clean up after myself and get the hell out.
'Fuck! What kind of insane company is this?'
Nothing about it had been normal from the start.
But getting hit over the head like this out of nowhere left me stunned.
Still, I didn't have time to complain.
If they really had control over this space, the passed-out drunk guy and old lady were starting to stir awake.
I hurriedly pulled my hand out from her panties.
She looked at my face as if wondering why I'd stopped so suddenly.
The sight left me baffled.
Was this really a woman who'd just been groped by a pervert?
'Did she maybe forget she was even being assaulted?'
That had to be it, or she wouldn't be wearing that disappointed look.
Sorry, but it was time to bid farewell to Choi A-ran.
I wanted to give her more, but there was nothing I could do.
In the end, I was just an actor hired by some crazy company.
"Mm. Looks like it's about time for me to head out."
I casually showed her my watch, and she checked the time with a flustered expression.
Our secret intimacy had already eaten up over an hour without us even noticing, lost in devouring each other.
I straightened her underwear and buttoned up her blouse for her.
She seemed a bit bewildered and anxious at the sudden end to things.
Yeah, I got it. It had to feel that way.
The real fun was just about to start, and now it was getting cut off out of nowhere.
She probably felt like she'd only gotten the appetizer and been denied the main course.
But despite that, her pride held her back from grabbing me or tempting me further.
She just fidgeted with her fingers and smacked her lips silently.
I brushed her hair behind her ear and planted a kiss on her lips.
"Thanks to you, I had a great time today. Don't report me, okay? We clicked pretty well, didn't we?"
She'd enjoyed herself too, so no way she'd report it.
Besides, I had a vague faith that this insane company would cover for something like that.
She still couldn't quite grasp that it was really over, struggling to find words.
Well, exchanging farewells with a criminal was pretty ridiculous anyway.
The train was pulling into the station right then, so slipping away seemed best.
I turned to go as the doors opened.
But suddenly, she grabbed my sleeve and tugged.
She bowed her head deeply and mumbled something in a tiny voice.
Her words were too soft to make out.
Other passengers were boarding too, making the area noisy and chaotic.
Looks like she couldn't let go just yet.
Life sure throws some flattering surprises my way.
A woman this incredible holding onto me like that.
I pried her hand off and decided to leave her one last gift.
I'd whisper those naughty words that had her in ecstasy.
I had confidence in my voice, so I lowered my tone and degraded her just right.
"Wear some pretty lingerie next time and wait for me. Then I'll fuck you like a dog until you're begging and crying."
Choi A-ran gazed at me with half-lidded eyes.
I wanted more thrilling parting words, but it was really time to go.
I savored her scent one last time and quickly stepped off the subway.
Glancing back, she was still staring at me through the window.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ On the way home.
I struggled to calm my raging erection, which felt ready to burst.
At least she'd gotten off once.
All I'd managed was rubbing against her ass a few times.
This had to be one of the woes of being a porn actor.
Actors are ultimately passive, following the director's orders.
Like just now—when the shoot ends, you have to stop, no matter what.
"Fuck. Guess I'll have to jerk off when I get home."
Her incredible tits and pussy were still fresh in my mind.
And here I was, reduced to a pathetic solo finish.
"My luck is just rotten sometimes."
But even so, I didn't despair.
I hadn't claimed her flower, but the possibilities ahead were endless.
Spending that intense time with Choi A-ran had made it crystal clear.
Evelyn Studio was the greatest opportunity of my life.
I didn't care if it was the devil's temptation.
As long as I could fuck women like her to my heart's content, I'd sell my soul in a heartbeat.
'Yeah. Starting now, Evelyn Studio is my lifelong workplace. I'll bury my bones here.'
Twisted loyalty surged within me, igniting my passion for more shoots.
As if sensing my enthusiasm, the next shooting plan arrived promptly.
Unlike the first time, I now had three options.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ <Public Pervert's Technique Too Skilled #2> <Mother-in-Law! Atone with Your Body! #1> <The Bully Girl Who Tormented Me Moved Next Door #1> "Kuh. Fuck. Look at this lineup."
My barely calmed dick twitched just at the titles.
Checking the summaries one by one, sure enough, the reference materials were aces from my carefully curated Straightforward folder.
Just thinking of the stories had me grinning ear to ear.
Couldn't they let me shoot multiple in a day?
I wanted to film the sequel with Choi A-ran ASAP.
And I was dying to see who the mother-in-law would be.
Especially the bully girl—how hot would she be?
A girl who'd treated me like less than a man, slowly tamed because of her weakness.
"Whew. Guess I need to double my workouts starting today."
I'd kept in shape for smooth solo sessions, but now I'd ramp it up.
Shoots probably demanded stamina.
And partners would prefer a guy with a good body anyway.
I pulled out my phone, flipped on the camera, and examined my face closely.
Honestly, even I wouldn't call it standout handsome.
But it was decent enough, right? Pretty solid.
Above all, I took meticulous care of my skin.
'Of course. A guy with good skin is halfway there.'
I toyed with the idea of plastic surgery but dismissed it as overkill.
Not like I was dating—just shooting sex scenes. No need.
After a long taxi ride.
Time had slipped into the deep night, and the fare was climbing viciously.
The numbers flashing by made me antsy.
'Mm. No idea what the pay is, but it'd be nice if they gave a little something.'
Why else would I be scraping by jerking off alone?
No money, no real skills.
I barely made ends meet with manual labor using my natural build.
"Sir, we're here. That's 19,000 won."
Damn it.
Lost in the fun with her, I'd ridden the subway too far.
I wondered if she'd gotten home safe.
Well, her suit and lingerie were all high-end designer stuff, so taxi fare wouldn't faze her.
"Here you go. Drive safe."
I handed over the cash and headed into my studio apartment.
It felt like I'd dreamed a fantasy and just woken up.
The musty stench of old socks hit me, a stark contrast to her intoxicating scent.
"Whoa. Fuck. Look at this pigsty."
Two days sorting folders meant housework took a backseat.
Choi A-ran's face popped into my head, so I started cleaning.
Just in case.
What if—just what if—she visited my place?
Better to have it spotless.
I emptied the trash full of pleasure's remnants.
Ran the overdue laundry, mopped the floor clean.
Slipped on a fresh, sleek duvet cover and flopped onto the bed.
The freshener's aroma almost mimicked her shampoo.
"Haa. Her tightness was no joke. And waxed smooth too."
Even just with my fingers, she'd tasted like a legendary pussy.
That moist texture went without saying, plus the perfect grip that filled you up.
And her sensitivity—rubbing her a little had her juices flowing.
"Ugh. Should've at least licked it once."
So much regret, but too late now.
With that in mind, I chose the sequel with her for my second shoot.
The other titles tempted me, but I couldn't focus without tasting that premium pussy first.
"Alright, A-ran. Wait for me. Next time, I'll definitely fuck you."
Selecting the first title triggered the shooting plan, just like before.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ <Public Pervert's Technique Too Skilled #2> • Main Concept: Chikan • Detailed Concept: Outdoor Humiliation Training Tease • Male Actor: Kang Min-hyuk • Female Actor: Choi A-ran • Shooting Location: Seoul Station Subway Line 1 • Shooting Date/Time: October 28th, 07:15 AM • Reference Material: SDFM-014 • Progress: 0% • Completion: 0% 'Hmm. So completion gets rated separately each time.'
Last time's inexperience left it at a measly 56%.
Not great for my lifelong employer.
They'd surely give perks to the guy who shoots best.
'Gotta do it right next time.'
The only other change was the time shifting from night to morning.
Probably the concept: ravaging her secretly on a packed rush-hour train.
'28th is three days from now?'
Plenty of time to prepare.
As I brainstormed plans.
I suddenly remembered the pay they'd mentioned.
"Oh! They said it was in the mailbox?"
I rushed outside to check my studio's mailbox.
Sure enough, Room 207 had a box inside.
The packaging bore "Evelyn Studio" in fancy script.
'Heh heh. Let's see what the boss sent.'
Back in the room, I tore it open.
Inside was a tablet-like device.
An included manual labeled it the Partner Management Console.
'Partner Management, huh.'
The name didn't hint at much.
I powered it on per the instructions, and soon a peculiar logo appeared: a black heart with a skull.
Must be Evelyn Studio's emblem.
'Mm. Very Gen Z vibe. Nice.'
A bit uneasy deep down, but I ignored it.
Nothing left to lose anyway.
How much worse could it get?
The logo faded, revealing a pink background with a divided interface.
And in the first slot—a familiar face.
Choi A-ran, from just hours ago.
Her photo plastered right there.
'No way... "Partner" means...'
Tapping the photo brought up her full profile, as expected.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 👤 Name: Choi A-ran
🎂 Age: 23
📏 Height: 169.7cm
🍒 Bust: 70G
💼 Occupation: Lingerie Model & Designer
❤️ Favorability: 24.7%
🎁 Preferences: Lingerie, Chocolate, Costumes, Roses, Handwritten Letters, Teddy Bears, etc.
📅 Next Schedule: Heading to Work
📋 Major Schedule: Nov 02: Lingerie Showcase Runway
"...Insane."
The profile had everything.
This company really could do the impossible.
I read her profile carefully.
No wonder her body was unreal—she was a top lingerie model.
Imagining her strutting the runway in sexy lingerie sent hot yang energy surging from my dantian.
'Hmm. But her preferences are unexpected.'
Lingerie made sense for a model.
Costumes fit her perverted side.
But handwritten letters and teddy bears? Roses too?
Maybe she had a pure side beneath that killer looks.
'Next time we meet, I should slip her something.'
Even after that intense kiss, favorability was still scraping bottom. Worth a shot.
I tapped the speech bubble icon under her photo next.
Her image switched to a live video feed.
A real-time camera of her current state.
And beside it, text scrolling like a chat log.
💭 Live Thoughts — Inner Voice Haa. I'm losing my mind. Kissing that pervert bastard like crazy... — Inner Voice Should I report him now? No, honestly, it wasn't bad. Reporting might backfire with retaliation. — Inner Voice Why'd he bolt like that? Did I give in too easy and bore him? — Inner Voice No way. If he was bored, he wouldn't have said we'd meet again. — Inner Voice Ugh! The more I think, the madder I get. I went that far, and he runs? Then why the kiss? — Inner Voice He didn't seem clueless. Was he just toying with me? Getting off on my reactions? — Inner Voice Haa. What the hell is with that guy? Sucking my tits like crazy, saying they were great. — Inner Voice Men are all the same. Obsessed with tits. Next time, I'll make sure he can't touch them. — Inner Voice Wait. If we meet next, how should I react? Acting like I know him would be weird. — Inner Voice Ignoring him feels like he'd ghost me for real. That'd be a problem. — Inner Voice Maybe play it cool, like I'm wary? Act scared? Nervous? — Inner Voice Yeah, that'll work. Just in case, I'll wear short outfits. Think that punk can hold back? Heh heh. "......"
That chat window visualized Choi A-ran's inner thoughts.
But the content was far from normal.
If anything, she seemed more fired up than me.
I let out a hollow chuckle at her yin-filled musings.
Looks like today's encounter left quite the enjoyable memory for her.