Because She's a Genius at Acting
Because she's a genius at acting.
I caught Shim Sona's thigh in one hand and forced it wider. The narrow, dry inside swallowed my thick middle finger in a tight clench. Even at a glance it was inexperienced flesh—pushing back as if to reject the intruder, while the slick only just beginning to gather barely opened a path.
"Sh—shit."
What a sight. The same Shim Sona who'd run me like an errand boy back when I was club president in high school was pinned flat against the wall of a studio barely two hundred square feet, taking my finger.
I pushed deeper, and her thigh spasmed hard. Maybe that dangerous line of hers—that this was the point—had struck dead center on my pathetic little urge for revenge. On instinct I hooked her leg up, locked it against my forearm, and pinned her so she couldn't move.
"Ha, ngh—!"
Shim Sona's small body was nearly folded in half. Even so I didn't stop. I drove into her fast and rough, the pace I'd seen in porn. On a phone screen I'd wondered whether going that fast would actually tear someone up, but this was rape porn, the kind of pace that didn't spare a thought for the victim's pain. I barely pulled out at all, stabbing into her again and again like I was striking something.
"W-wait! Too fast!"
The leg I'd folded up thrashed, kicking at empty air. Her eyes brimmed and spilled down her cheeks. Even then I added my index finger and raked her inner walls roughly with both, and every time those walls spasmed and clenched around my fingers, her slick splashed across the back of my hand.
"You said that actor wouldn't stop."
At that, Shim Sona's eyes wavered hard. She must have realized her slip. She was the one who'd told me not to stop in the first place.
Still churning her open with two fingers—wet, obscene sounds filling the space between us—I asked on purpose, slow, the way you ask when you're taking revenge. I'd already peeled her white tank off her.
"Mind if I ask you just one thing?"
Shim Sona looked up at me with unfocused eyes. Her cheeks had long since been a mess of tears and spit. She was only shaking, rough and helpless, in time with my hand.
"High school. Why'd you work me like that?"
"Wh-why are you bringing that up now…!"
Every time my fingers scraped hard inside her, the words broke off.
"I handled every stage prop. I cleaned the whole theater. And you took all the praise from the teacher. Didn't you?"
Stuffed full while her past was dragged into the open, Shim Sona's face twisted into something complicated—shame, pleasure, and irritation all knotted together. Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, and she snapped at me like she was picking a fight.
"You knew, and you still said you'd do it! You made yourself a ho-gu, so why are you grilling me now?"
"If I'd said I wouldn't, would you have just left it alone?"
At the retort she looked like she couldn't believe me. She clenched her teeth, glared, then sneered and drove her nails deep into my chest. The pain felt like it might split skin, and strangely, it didn't feel entirely bad.
"Fine. You're right, sunbae. If you'd refused, I would've cried. Then I'd have gone to the teacher, or that bitch Han Seoyeon, and said sunbae made me cry. And you'd have gotten your ass handed to you all over again."
"Yeah. Because you're a genius at acting."
I had no choice but to admit it. She had the career of a child actor who'd already headlined a ten-million-viewer blockbuster, and more than anything, that talent was why the casting never dried up, rotten personality and all.
Then that same Shim Sona suddenly bared her teeth and laughed. No. She was laughing, and crying at the same time. Tears and spit smeared her face, only the corners of her mouth twisted up—an expression grotesque and obscene at once.
"Yeah. Sure. I'm a genius at acting. So what? If the crying I'm doing right now is an act, then you're still the same pathetic ho-gu."
Even while I kept driving two fingers into her, Shim Sona panted through the rest.
"And if I'm actually crying… then the revenge worked, huh? You're wrecking the pussy of the girl who used you as her errand boy in high school. With your fingers."
…An act?
At those words my fingers drove deeper for a moment, rougher. Was I shoving them in because I'd turned into a dog, or because—just as she'd said—I actually wanted to make her cry and try for some revenge? Even I couldn't tell the difference. It was both. All those helpless, pathetic memories were being paid back through my fingertips.
With no reason left to hold back, I yanked my fingers out, and sticky slick stretched in threads from Shim Sona's small pussy. I had no room to admire the sight. In the brief gap while she gasped for breath, I quickly undid my belt. Inside my pants my cock was hard enough to hurt, the shape of it straining against my underwear, veins standing out, nearly ready to tear through.
Shim Sona looked down at it with wet eyes.
"W-wait, the condom…"
Instead of answering, I shoved my underwear down. The moment I set my burning cock against her small entrance, I drove my hips in all at once. Shim Sona's mouth tore open.
"H—hk!"
Her back scraped up the wall. The hands that had been flailing wildly in the air seized my forearm. There was no condom. Not the one she'd been looking for.
"Raw—hey…!"
She shoved urgently at my chest, but her strength must have already given out. And since all I'd done to open her was my fingers, even I grimaced at the raw sensation of forcing my way in. It was nothing like Han Seoyeon last night. Seoyeon had been tight, but slick—put your weight behind it and you'd get in somehow. Here, even with her wetness, dry flesh dragged and clamped, like she was throwing everything she had into keeping me from pushing through.
Still, I didn't stop.
"What kind of criminal puts on a condom while he's raping someone? None of the porn I watched had that."
Shim Sona dropped her head and clenched her teeth. It was a criminal bit, so she had no logical way to argue back.
"Ha, haa…!"
All that left her wide-open mouth were broken moans and ragged breath. The problem was the position. Sex might hand a man a burst of strength, but I'd barely slept last night after going through my first time three times over, and today I'd spent the whole day hauling boxes on a body that was already spent. On top of that, Shim Sona had dumped the full weight of one thigh onto my forearm, and holding her was getting impossible. So I grit my teeth, scooped her up, walked a few steps, and bent her stomach-down over the table.
"Wh-where are you trying to—!"
I didn't answer. If I was going to stay in character, I had to keep my words few. I just drove my cock into her from behind—the position I'd tried for a fourth round with Han Seoyeon last night, before the ringing in my ears made me give up.
"……!!"
Shim Sona seemed badly startled the moment her stomach hit the cold tabletop, and the angle from behind was completely different. Her insides felt shorter, and they clamped so hard my hips flinched on their own with every thrust. Clinging to what little sense I had left, I slapped her pale ass once, hard, and asked.
"Am I acting right now, or is this real?"
"I don't know! Fuck! How the hell would I know!"
The sharp retort landed together with a red handprint blooming vivid across her white ass. Her white lace panties were already down around her ankles.
Thud. Thud. Another hell of a sight—every time I thrust from behind, Shim Sona's upper body jolted forward and her forehead knocked the table, glossy black hair spilling across the surface. Strange, and filthy. A top actress's slender waist caught in my hands, the feeling of being the one on top: it went straight to my head. So this was conquest. Something I'd never felt once in my life.
Before I knew it, my mouth opened.
"If this isn't an act, then what are you gonna do? What if I actually come inside?"
Maybe the question startled her. Her insides clenched around me on reflex. She was scared. No question.
"Fuck, not that!!"
"Your face is everywhere. You gonna walk into an ER and ask for the morning-after pill? A pharmacy? It's late enough everybody's closed up and gone home."
I was throwing Han Seoyeon's warning from last night right back at her. Shim Sona barely managed to turn her head on the table and screamed at me, glaring. Even so, she didn't close her legs. For a second that made me wonder if she was the same kind of pervert as Han Seoyeon. The posture was closer to taking it than to running.
"Are you—are you actually crazy, you're really gonna come??"
"Why? Finally getting a little scared?"
"Of course I'm scared!! You crazy bastard!! Hey!! Pull out!"
She screamed like she was terrified, but her ass lifted higher, like she wanted me deeper. Thank god the units beside us and across the hall were empty. If they hadn't been, a voice that loud would've gotten the cops called ages ago.
Maybe that pissed me off. I reached forward and grabbed her small breast, and I didn't forget to yank off the white bra hanging half on her, since it was in the way.
"Haa… hey. Shim Sona. Then apologize to me."
"Apologize for what!!"
"For tormenting me. Apologize…!"
The angle made her chest awkward to hold, so in the end I flipped her over again. She was definitely smaller than Han Seoyeon—small enough to fit entirely in one hand. The moment her back hit the cold table, I drove my cock deep between her spread legs once more.
"Y-you think… I'm gonna apologize?"
I moved my hips hard and fast enough that the table screeched as it dragged across the floor. Hard enough that, with every thrust, the shape of my cock bulged visibly under the thin skin of her belly.
"N-no. I won't."
Even so, Shim Sona shook her head. Pride ran hotter in her than fear, it seemed. I, meanwhile, was closing in on my limit like the pathetic bastard I was. A body that had already done hard labor was screaming that it was finished, and coming three times in a row yesterday hadn't turned me into someone who could hold an orgasm for long. In short, I was still nothing but a novice male animal.
So I had no choice but to overplay my hand. I knew myself how pathetic and jjindda it was. Trying to collect, in the form of an apology, the resentment I'd swallowed back in high school—right here, in the middle of this—was about as miserable an idea as they came. Look back on it later and my face would burn. An idiot move, obviously. But buried raw in this narrow little hole, holding my orgasm back was nearly impossible, and the thought that if not now, when would I ever get to let that resentment out mixed with the urge to come and took over my head.
In the end I stopped moving for a moment and brought my face right up to Shim Sona's tear-stained eyes. Slowly, but clear, I said it.
"I'm really going to come inside. Then."
"What…?"
"If you don't apologize, I'm going to dump my cum inside your pussy."
It was an act, anyway.
No. It was the kind of thing I could fix later—just by saying it had been an act.