Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Scenario 2: Premium
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Fortunately, as soon as filming began, U Dayoung quickly started slipping into character with her expressions.
"Um~, hello~. This is U Dayoung, your friendly neighborhood bestie~."
"Nam Siu here~."
I'd always been the one behind the camera, just filming and editing, so I couldn't shake off that awkwardness entirely.
Meanwhile, U Dayoung—who'd stood in front of the lens a few times at her old company—flowed into her lines effortlessly.
"So, um, we're gonna do a hands-on review here..."
As she spoke, her eyes flicked to the still-packaged adult toys. The thought of actually touching them seemed to make her head throb.
Since no one but me would ever see this footage anyway, I stepped in.
Grab.
I snatched up the smallest dildo first and read the label on the packaging.
"It's called the Love Toy, and it's super small, right?"
"Uh... yeah, it is."
Her expression shifted in real time, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Why the face, Dayoung? Come on."
"Ugh! I've just never used one of these before!"
At least she wasn't swearing on camera. Small mercies.
Rip.
I tore open the top of the compact box with one hand.
Out came the neatly packaged dildo.
"Whoa, fits right in one hand, huh?"
I'd never examined a dildo up close either, so it was pretty fascinating to me too.
"Battery charger and everything—it's got all the bells and whistles."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
The moment she saw the real thing, her chatter died down. I stifled a giggle and dove straight into the review.
"Alright, let's start with this one. You ready?"
"Uh... I need a minute to mentally prepare..."
U Dayoung swallowed hard. The Scenario Book had scripted her to react just like this.
It was the only way to minimize spikes in Discomfort.
I unpacked the dildo and fiddled with it, surprised at the texture.
"It's way softer than I thought. Feel it."
To help her get used to it, I let her hold it and even showed her how to turn it on.
"Whoa, for real? It's rubber. Wow."
Once she touched it, curiosity kicked in, and she turned it over in her hands.
Being made for women, it was dainty enough to fit perfectly in her palm.
When I figured she'd had enough, I looked at the camera.
"Product seems solid—no defects. Pricey, though. My money~!"
I hammed it up, pretending to cry, while sneaking a peek at her. She looked apologetic but amused, her face twisting in that weird way.
"We shelled out big bucks, so we gotta review it properly, right? Dayoung, you set?"
"Pfft, uh? Y-yeah... Not really ready, but let's do it."
She took a deep breath, staring into the lens.
"Alright, then lie down on the sofa."
This was a situation she'd normally shut down flat, but even with Discomfort rising, I got her onto the sofa.
"Whew, okay."
U Dayoung smoothed her long hair and lay on her side.
Her eyes looked anxious, like sweat was beading on her forehead.
Vrrr.
I hit the button, and it hummed to life right away.
"First, over the clothes."
"It won't hurt, right? Go easy..."
Even with her straightforward sex life with boyfriend Kim Woohyun, she eyed the vibrating dildo with fidgety unease.
"Stomach first."
To put her at ease, I pressed it against her clothed belly.
The vibration was there, but no pain, so her face relaxed.
I slowly slid the dildo down from her stomach.
Vrrr.
She wasn't even registering how weird this was—a guy friend, not her boyfriend, rubbing a dildo on her body.
Vrrr.
The vibrations kept going until it touched over her crotch.
"Eek, it t-tickles...?"
"Yeah?"
I pressed a bit harder, and she squeezed her thighs together, pushing me away.
"Ahh~, it tickles~! So tickly, kyaa!"
It was tickling more than turning her on.
I glanced awkwardly at the camera.
"This review's gonna tank because of you, Dayoung."
"No~! It's not. Try again."
At her insistence, I scratched the back of my neck.
"Probably 'cause of the clothes. Instructions say direct contact."
"W-wait, really? Skin on skin...?"
"Duh. It's a sex toy."
"Oh."
No matter how detailed the story, Discomfort was bound to creep up.
Time to deploy the cheat code I'd built up to this point.
"Hold up, I'll edit this part out. Dayoung, this won't make a good episode one. You're doing it for Woohyun, right?"
"...Yeah."
"And I only agreed 'cause you asked. Sigh."
I acted genuinely hurt, and she grabbed my wrist.
"Okay, fine. I'll do it. Deep breath—I'm ready."
She exhaled and nodded.
"Wanna redo?"
"Y-yeah."
"I'll cut this bit."
I clapped a slate and reset the scene.
"Clothes are muting it, so direct this time!"
"Ugh... Okay."
The bright living room lights washed over her flushed face, no hiding it.
She puffed her cheeks, exhaled deeply, and slowly tugged down her pants.
Swish.
Yellow panties peeked from her jeans.
I didn't comment—no need to derail.
"Panties too."
"Ah... Uh. Y-yeah."
She glanced between me and the camera, flustered, then gripped her panties and slid them down.
Swish.
I hooked her pants and panties at the thighs and pulled them to her ankles in one go.
"D-down this far?"
"A little face shot's embarrassing, yeah?"
She nodded instead of answering.
"Turn over."
I positioned her so the camera caught her pussy full-on, then lifted her foot.
Her bunched thighs and calves blocked her face, thanks to the pants at her ankles.
"Grab your thighs."
"Okay."
She held her thighs up.
"Pussy's fully in frame now."
She smacked my wrist in panic.
"W-why say it like that~!"
"Don't worry, no face."
"But earlier my face was all... Ugh?!"
Before she finished, I pressed the dildo to her tightly closed slit.
"T-tickles...?! Hnng..."
She was enduring tickles, not pleasure.
I smirked, adjusting her so the camera got her thick thighs and proudly plump ass in full view.
Then I slowly pushed the small but mighty dildo into her sealed pussy.
"Ahng... Yaa..."
First time with something like this—she had no clue how to react.
My dick throbbed like it might burst, but I held back.
Priority one: introduce her to pleasures she'd never known.
Vrrr.
"How's it feel, Dayoung?"
"Ah... Um... Still tickly..."
Was it her vanilla sex life, or lack of experience even after seven years with Woohyun? Her pale pink lips, tight like a virgin's, parted slowly around the dildo.
Vrrr.
I inserted it only a third, then—using the blind spot—subtly found her clit with my thumb and rubbed the top of her slit.
"Haa... Hnng..."
Undeveloped as it was, locating the hidden nub was a challenge.
Got it!
My thumb caught a slight round bump.
I rubbed it feather-light, then pushed the dildo deeper.
Vrrr.
Review forgotten—the room filled with just the toy's hum.
"Hnng... Haa..."
Minutes passed; her face flushed, lower lip bitten tight.
No foreplay like this before—way too intense.
Like parched fields drinking rain, her juices glistened under the lights, seeping out.
"Haaah... Haa... Ung..."
She fought the moans, but they slipped through her lips beyond control.
I gripped the dildo's base with my other hand and started slow pistoning.
Squelch.
So tight even the smallest one hugged it lewdly.
Her wetness grew, coating it.
Her soft pink lips parted slightly, hot breaths escaping.
"Haa... Haa... Hnng..."
"Review time, Dayoung. How's it stack up to your usual masturbation?"
I distracted her mind—reminding her this was a review.
"I don't usually mastur—! Hng! —bate...! So... Ahng! Don't make me taaalk...!"
Forcing words unleashed her pent-up moans.
"Dayoung, pfft, it's a review—don't tell me not to talk."
"Ah...! Exactly...! Ahng!"
When she spoke, I thrust deeper, thumb grinding firmer.
When quiet, back to light teasing.
"Haaang! Haa... Haa... First time with this...! Feels so gooood~!!"
A massive moan capped it off. Hand flew to her mouth over her thigh-grip.
"Ah, edit th-this."
I propped her dropping thigh on my shoulder, slamming the dildo deepest.
"Haaaang! Ediit...! Edit...! Haaang! Hng!"
Her frantic "edit" pleas screamed desperation to anyone watching.
Regaining her crumbling focus looked impossible.
Lips agape, white teeth bared, hot pants spilling; hand clamped mouth, then clawed the sofa.
"Wait...! Just wait...! Haa...! Hnng! Haaang! Stop...!"
She thrashed, grabbing my wrist to pull out—fat chance.
Those pants at her ankles weren't there for show.
I pinned both her wrists with one hand, elbowing down to keep her grounded.
Vrrr!
My free hand gripped the handle tight, pistoning fast.
Squelch! Squelch!
"Hnng! Haa...! Hnng! Haa! Ahng! Yaa! You bastard! Haaang! Siu! Please...! Sorry...! Hnng!"
Sensing the building wave—whatever it was—she apologized, shaking her head.
"Haaaang! Haa...! Nooo...! You jerk! Hng! Aaaang!"
Awkward sofa pose kept her from rising even if she tried.
"Aah! I gotta pee or something! Yaa!"
Vrrr!
I ignored her, wrists flying—thrust, pull, repeat at speed.
Seconds later.
Shrimp-curled, she shoved me with all her might.
"Hnnnnng!"
But with the dildo buried deepest, her spasm hit as she rose.
Twitch!
Right in the lens's face, she shuddered standing.
Shiver!
I sat, looking up at her face.
Lips quivering like her body.
She bent, yanking the dildo from her pussy.
Splurt!
"Heuuuuung......!"