Flashback: Seo Euna, Han Ga-eun (3)
"Hoo."
I checked the clock, wondering how long it had been, and saw that about an hour had passed. I turned my head to look at Heena, who had passed out. I had no idea exactly when, but her reactions had started fading around thirty minutes ago—probably then. Her eyes rolled back, body twitching—twitch, twitch—and her pussy still gaping, dribbling semen in a steady stream... She was an absolute mess.
Earlier, she'd at least been moaning hehuk, hek, but now she wasn't making a sound.
Did I go too far...?
No matter how much she begged for it harder, who keeps going after she passes out? To be fair, I had my excuses too. Heena kept screaming for more, harder, even harder, and I lost control. I yanked her arms roughly as I pounded into her, spanking her until her ass swelled bright red, and at some point, it stopped feeling like sex and turned into... something else.
Her ass would clench so tight and tremble cutely every time I spanked it, though... She'll be okay, right?
"Heee... Oppa feels so gooood... ♥"
Hmm, yeah, she'll be fine.
I headed to the shower to clean up the passed-out Heena. It wasn't downstairs like in a restaurant; there was a private space right there, so no need to go outside. Warm water came out fine, but washing her alone felt a bit awkward and clumsy. Still, I managed to clean her up, dry her hair, and carefully lay her on the bed.
"Hua?"
"Oh, you're awake?"
"Yeah..."
Heena yawned with a big huaam. I lay down beside her, and she immediately snuggled into my arms.
"You okay?"
"Hehe, I'm fine. More than fine... I asked for it, remember? It felt so good, so don't worry about it, oppa."
She pressed her head against my chest. Like she was trying to hide her flushed face, but too bad—I'd already seen her cheeks burning red.
Throb!
"Ah."
"Huh...?"
My dick sprang right back up. With a ten-inch monster pitching a massive tent, of course she'd notice.
"Was I... not enough...?"
"What? No way! You're more than enough—hell, overflowing! How could you not be, Heena? You're gorgeous!"
"......"
Her expression turned subtly strange, something I couldn't quite read. Even though I'd jumped up exaggeratedly to reassure her...
Did that backfire or something?
An awkward silence hung in the air until Heena finally flashed a bright smile.
"Good."
"R-Really...? Oh, right, you thirsty? Want me to grab some water?"
"Yeah, I am a bit... but you're gonna go out like that?"
She pointed at my rock-hard erection. Fair point, but...
"The staff all went home, right?"
"Time-wise, yeah...?"
"Then we're good."
With just Heena and me in the whole mansion, what was there to worry about? I got up and opened the door.
"Huh?"
A light splashing sound drew my eyes down—there was a puddle of water.
What the hell?
No clue. Did I miss it earlier?
The staff probably just tidied the garden and left early, so yeah, I must've overlooked it.
I brushed it off, grabbed a water bottle from downstairs, and handed it to Heena. I'd put in a ton of effort to calm my dick down, and it finally cooperated. Her arms were trembling so much she could barely drink, so I held the bottle to her lips and tilted it for her.
"Oppa... your stamina and strength are insane. I thought I was pretty fit, but I can't keep up with you at all. Oh, and no more sorrys! I loved it too!"
"Y-Yeah..."
"Hehehe."
After that, I held her close, fondling her breasts. According to my knowledge (100% from the internet), this was important aftercare.
"Oppa... why just my breasts... it feels weird..."
"Oppa loves Heena's tits."
"Jeez...!"
Heena patted her chest cutely, and I couldn't help but laugh. Just talking felt lame, so I put on a movie. Simple plot: a guy who lost his parents to a killer organization seeks revenge. Twenty-kilometer runs, bare-knuckle fights, dagger training, chin-ups with weights—seemed like training anyone could do. Then it hit the climax.
Huh?
One actress stood out. A high school girl killer raised by the organization—barely a supporting role with just a few lines, but her looks were insane. If Heena radiated pure innocence, this actress seemed lively and mischievous. A full-body shot of the killer appeared. Slim waist, wide birthing hips, and impressively large breasts—perfect proportions on a total beauty.
On par with Heena?
I glanced at Heena. She must've been exhausted; she was asleep. I chuckled, straightened her blanket, and kept watching.
The high school killer attacked the protagonist at blinding speed. No stunt doubles in her action scenes. She grabbed a rope mid-run, swung around like Tarzan, and landed perfectly. Dodged a thrown knife with a backflip—all her own stunts. She was like an action star or stuntwoman. Insane physical ability.
The protagonist's action had some obvious double vibes, but hers? Seamless. No wonder the camera lingered on her.
Who even is this actress?
I tilted my head watching. Her action was flawless, and even with minimal lines, she nailed the high school killer vibe perfectly. If she was this good on TV, how'd she be on the big screen?
Whoosh! The protagonist swung his knife; she arched back to dodge, back handspringed, and kicked his jaw mid-air. He staggered from the impact, and she drew a dagger from her bosom to stab—but
Bang!
"......?"
Bang! Bang!
A few bullets, and she crumpled pathetically. Guns beat all, huh? The final shootout win felt anticlimactic, but she'd given the protagonist his toughest fight yet. He patched his stab wounds roughly and headed for the boss.
Maybe because the high school killer's action was so flashy, the 1v1 boss fight seemed lackluster by comparison. Still, protagonist power let him kill the boss, get arrested, and roll credits with the ending song.
High school killer—Seo Euna. Despite her stunt-free spectacle, she rolled credits late. Curious, I searched her up.
With looks and acting like that... stuck doing bit parts or short supporting roles?
Her films were all box-office hits. Great taste in projects too. She had everything going for her—what was holding her back? Luck?
She'll blow up soon enough.
I didn't dig deeper. Instead, I squeezed Heena's hand—still hugging me—and fell asleep.
The next day, I woke early, but Heena didn't. I'd worked her too hard yesterday; she was still deep in dreamland.
"Oppa... I love you so much... hehe ♥"
"Haha."
Like last time, I headed downstairs... or tried to.
Throb!
Morning wood hit automatically. Calming that came first. Staff were arriving now. Finally settled, I went down.
The maids startled at the sight of me.
"G-G-Ge Geon-woo-nim. G-Good morning."
"G-Good... morning, sir."
"Sh-Should we... p-prepare breakfast?"
Cheeks flushed, they fumbled around. What was up with them today?
"Yes, please prepare breakfast."
"Y-Yes! Right away!"
Joo Hye-eun lit the stove without a pot, then yelped and turned it off. Baek Hwa-yeon nearly tripped bringing ingredients. Ha Joo-yeon spilled milk.
"A-Are you okay?"
""We're f-fine!!!""
Their simultaneous yells said otherwise, but if they insisted...
Breakfast was simple curry.
"Thanks for the meal."
"Y-You're welcome!"
I grabbed Heena's share too, ignoring the weird vibes. Woke her, and we ate together.
"Hiiiing... Oppa..."
She clung till the last second, hating to part. Same for me—I just held her tight.
Heena had a week-long training camp with Yuna. A whole week without her. Sob sob—my first girlfriend, and a week apart? Kill me now.
"Haa... you two are pathetic."
Yuna eyed us coldly. Don't look at me like that; it hurts.
"Heena, do your best! Fighting!"
"Hey! Hurry up!"
No choice; she peeled off, climbed into Yuna's car. I waved till it vanished.
Time to swing by home.
Grab some clothes. Taxi to my studio apartment—long time no see. Air felt chilly from being empty. Packed underwear, a few outfits, my laptop and charger into a beat-up suitcase.
Rattle, rattle.
Pulling the surprisingly smooth roller bag, I paused at a cafe.
Grab a drink before heading back?
"Welcome... oh."
The part-timer's bright smile froze me solid.
Isn't that the actress from yesterday?
"O-Order, please?"
"Uh, y-yeah... Americano, one."
"Yes. One Americano... r-received."
Why's she fumbling like that? Face beet red, hammering the POS like crazy. I tilted my head watching Seo Euna.