Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: #6 Scenario: The Married Life We Dreamed Of
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Looking forward to tomorrow, I drifted off to sleep.
There are all sorts of couples in the world.
Couples who find joy in the little things and give thanks for them,
Couples who mess around and have fun like best friends,
Couples whose passionate love burns just as hot even after time passes.
Everyone lives carrying their own unique story. But no one person can experience them all.
That's why maybe the best way is to live gratefully for the life you're given.
"That's why with the Scenario Book, I've gotta try out every kind of couple life I've dreamed of."
I grinned wide at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
The Scenario Book brings little thrills to my mundane routine, keeping me from falling into a rut.
Click.
I stepped out of the bathroom door and saw everyone hard at work.
I grabbed my bag and headed over to Kim Woohyun.
"Woohyun, mind if I head out early? I'm beat."
Kim Woohyun paused his work and looked up at me.
"Don't worry about editing. The rough cut's almost done. You can wrap it up when you get back, no problem."
"Nah, that's not what I'm worried about."
Kim Woohyun trusted my skills.
"Alright then, go on home early."
Luckily, leaving early wouldn't mess with their workflow since it was my own task.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed out first.
White clouds floated lazily across a bright blue sky.
"Feels refreshing as hell."
I was buzzing with more energy than usual.
My heart was racing just thinking about the shoot ahead.
I wonder how shocked U Dayoung would be if she knew.
"Feels kinda bad for Choi Hyuk... or Woohyun."
It was an empty apology, just words.
I chuckled to myself and boarded the bus home.
I arrived early, ahead of schedule, and started setting up.
"This... and this..."
I laid out the adult toys in advance, then thought about camera angles.
Not selling it to anyone or showing it off, but old habits die hard—I couldn't help planning shots and movements.
Once I'd mapped it all out in my head, even down to cutscenes, I waited for the perfect shoot.
Beep.
The door opened, and U Dahee stepped inside.
Black bucket hat, black tee, black hot pants.
She'd dressed hip, but her face was bare of makeup.
"Sis, you're here?"
I opened the inner door for her, and as she came in, she patted my ass.
I grabbed hers in return.
Somehow, this had become our greeting when it was just us.
"Like you said, I came casual..."
She set her backpack on the sofa, her face tinged with worry.
"But what'd I tell my husband...?"
"Extra shooting, right?"
"Yeah... I said that, but..."
I wasn't worried. We really were shooting, and I'd set it up so he'd buy it.
But I could've made it seamless—no worries at all. This was just to stir up her emotions a bit.
"But didn't your hubby say he loves you? Why block you from doing what you want...?"
I trailed off, peeking at her reaction, and she pouted her lower lip, shrugging.
"I dunno~. Last night... I came onto him first, but he just turned over and slept."
"...Hmm. Must've been wiped out."
As I spoke, I slipped my hand under her thin tee and wrapped my arm around her waist.
"Don't worry. I'll pound you plenty today in his place."
"Pfft. What're you saying~."
"Gotta for the shoot. This isn't cheating, got it?"
She playfully poked my nose with her index finger.
"Always talking big~. I live for you, Siwoo~."
We plopped down side by side on the sofa, trading silly banter.
"So~. Director, what do I do~?"
At U Dahee's question, I pulled out the storyboard.
"We're shooting only here in the house. Going out would drag on with the timing, and it'd run too long."
"Mmm, nice. It's hot out there."
"Right? Weekend vibe for the backdrop. Too hot outside, so we just chill at home."
"Sounds good. Just follow the script?"
She'd already memorized it. Just one day, but the implanted subconscious had her nail it overnight.
[U Dahee hasn't given up on her acting dreams.]
I'd set it so she gives her all, even in small roles, grateful for them. Plus, this was her first lead, even if it was web variety.
Hell, her first variety gig period.
"Anyway, sis. Welcome to the show."
"Pfft. Yeah. Shall we map the movements?"
We headed to the bedroom and blocked out the shots from the start.
"First up's the bed. Morning start. Curtains closed to hide the time. Living room too."
"Got it."
We ran through the script and storyboard twice more to lock in the movements.
Of course, she wasn't the only one excited.
It started as casual fun-friends-19-rated, but looking back, this was my first real project.
Even if no one watched or paid.
Pure self-indulgence.
"Ready... to start?"
I nodded at U Dahee's words.
Already casual, but I changed into loose short-sleeve and shorts to match the just-woke-up-weekend-couple look.
Good thing I had something similar.
Now we really looked like long-time lovers—or spouses.
U Dahee.
Our story.
Hello! We're a three-year married couple!
My husband and I tied the knot after a long courtship!
But if there's one thing different from other couples, it's that we both have insane libidos.
Not just that—we share some pretty kinky tastes too.
"Mmm~."
U Dahee, just woken up, rubbed her eyes and peeked through the curtains.
A sliver of light filtered in, barely illuminating the bedroom.
First off, my kink as the wife:
Stroke.
Waking my sleeping husband—my way.
Caressing his thigh, pulling down his pants, that limp dick fills my hand.
"Haa..."
I love my husband's scent. Especially that musky morning smell down there. I crave it.
"Hmmm..."
I yank the pants off completely and always sniff right there first.
So addictive.
He hated it at first, but now he loves it.
Slurp...
Sucking gently on those wrinkled balls while stroking the shaft—it hardens so quick. Why's it so damn cute?
"Mm..."
"Smack... hmmm... mmph..."
When he wakes, he always throws off the covers to check on me.
Whoosh.
Thud.
The heavy blanket hit the floor beside the bed. U Dahee grinned mischievously, balls still in her mouth.
He chuckles helplessly every morning at the sight.
"Slurp... hmmm... Already so big this morning~. My hubby~."
"Honey... don't do this."
"Aw, why not~. Smells so good."
"You're such a perv."
He scolds, but he's smiling. Just playing.
I press the shaft to my nose and inhale deep—that musky scent drives me wild.
Some might gag and wonder how, but what can I do? It's one of my kinks.
"Honey, want me to do your ass too?"
Truth is, his tastes aren't vanilla either. Loves getting rimmed while jerked off.
I was grossed out when I first heard.
But hey, I'm no saint either... Heh.
"Slurp..."
Face buried between his lifted cheeks, tongue out—his body shivers against me.
Stroking while he closes his eyes in bliss—that face is pure sex.
Any other guy, I'd hate it.
"Slurp... hmmm... mm..."
Licking circles around his hole, stroking fast—he twitches.
Spurt!
Cum erupts from the swelling cock in my hand.
"Wasted..."
U Dahee looked up genuinely regretful, licking the cum off his stomach.
"Tastes so good from you, honey~."
"I told you not to swallow..."
"But I like it~..."
Sometimes I feel a pang when he doesn't indulge me, but oh well.
We're married—I'm not letting go.
I purse my lips around the fresh cum beading on his glans, then rub my cheek against the shaft with a smile.
"Feel good?"
His cum's weirdly tasty—no gross aftertaste!
"Yeah... Hungry? Let's eat breakfast."
"Mmm~. Sounds good~."
Before he gets up, rubbing the palm of my hand makes it shrink then swell again—hilarious.
Creeak.
I spread my arms as he rises from bed. He pulls me up like I'm precious—feels so secure, loved.
We checked the footage after shooting up to getting out of bed.
"Looks good, sis."
"Oh, lemme see."
I stood there, junk dangling, reviewing the clip.
Light helped—it came out sharp.
"Backlight's a bit of a shame..."
But that wasn't the point.
One load down, felt great.
"Next, breakfast prep?"
"Sure."
We confirmed movements and jumped right back in.
Breakfast was simple. Cereal in milk, sat down to eat.
"Hey, honey."
"Mmm~, what?"
"Blasting one first thing feels damn refreshing."
All curtains drawn—no distractions from immersion.
U Dahee was fully in character.
To her now, we were undeniably a couple.
So reaching out to grope her tits? She played the pervy wife to perfection.
"Oh~? My horny hubby wants more?"
Actor thing or scenario? Didn't matter—immersed, she was a whole different person. Scary good.
"I'm dead tired~. Help me up?"
"Mmm."
U Dahee slid under the table. I twisted for the camera; she tossed her long hair back and licked up the limp shaft.
The sensation from below made me close my eyes.
"Mmm... ah..."
Yeah, enjoyment later.
I grabbed her hair draped over my shoulder.
"Open wide."
"Pfft, ooh~ my wild man~. Aah~ glrk... mmph...!"
Her hair like a handle, I yanked her head back and forth roughly.
"Glrk! Mmph...!"
Her eyes reddening, teary, but mouth wide, taking me deep.
"Cough! Mmph... glrk... mmph...!"
"Cumming...!"
Spurt!
Two loads in a row—left me a bit sore.
"Hoo..."
"Mmph..."
On her knees, she opened wide to show the cum pooled inside.
"Good girl. Swallow, honey~."
"...Mmph... gulp."
She stuck out her tongue, tears streaming, beaming.
"Hurt bad? Sorry..."
"Hehe... Nah~."
Another cut done.
My kink in the scenario was straightforward.
I receive; she gives.
Plop.
On the sofa, I pulled her—no bra, just a loose tee—into my lap to indulge my extra fetish.
"Honey."
"Mmm~. Huh? For real? There again?"
U Dahee whined, then shyly lifted an arm.
I shoved my hand under her shirt, lifting it to bury my face in her armpit.
"Haa... your scent's intoxicating, honey. Addictive."
"Eeng... really~? Eek! Iih! Tickles~."
I'd given myself the armpit fetish; her, the embarrassment of that spot.
Nothing more.