Soyoung's Relentless Grip and the Shy Writer's Potential
"Hah... fuck, it feels... feels good, but you're putting too much strain on your waist. Nngh... Oppa, help me out a bit."
In the end, he sat behind her, embracing her as he started pumping. With her legs handling the up-and-down motion on their own, Soyoung could now freely grind her hips back and forth. He toyed with her nipples while licking her neck.
"Kyaaang, that tickles. Oppa, haoot! Stop... messing around and thrust harder from behind. I want your cock slamming against my walls, pounding them hard."
"Then arch your back and lift that ass higher."
They seamlessly shifted into doggy style, her on all fours like an animal as he mounted from behind. Their rhythms synced perfectly now.
Some women hated the beastly position, but Soyoung loved how it let him stroke her entire inner walls before smacking the end deep inside.
'Oppa’s dick is long and just the right thickness—perfect. I checked with a dildo, and anything thicker pulls too much inside and out, making it uncomfortable. Yours is ideal, so don't make it any bigger.'
—Squelch, squelch, slurp, slap, smack!
"Ahng, ahng, aheuk. Yeah, just like that... Oppa. Haoot, keep pounding till I cum. Haaaang!"
Soyoung clenched his cock with just the right pressure in sync with his thrusts in and out. True to her athletic build, her squeezes were perfectly balanced—not too tight, not too loose. She even sensed when his climax was building and slowed things down to edge him off. She'd reached a whole new level playing with his dick.
—Grind, grind, smack, smack, clap, clap!
Growing aroused herself, Soyoung sped up her matching rhythm. He followed suit, thrusting and withdrawing until he couldn't hold back anymore.
"Kuh, Soyoungie. I'm gonna... cum...."
—Slurp, slurp, splat, splat!
"Haoot, Oppa. Just... a bit more, ahng, ahng, ahng, haaaang!"
"Just a bit more," she begged, but he responded with desperate, furious pumps rivaling a rage-fueled teeth-brushing frenzy. Even that had its limits, though.
—Spurt, spluuurt, splurt splurt!
It was a safe day, so he filled Soyoung's insides to the brim with his semen before collapsing onto the bed. Lately, it took longer to satisfy her, and he needed a good rest before round two. His stamina was starting to flag....
"Haa... haa... Yeah, nothing beats the feeling of Oppa's cum filling my belly. It's like I'm stuffed full—no need for dinner."
"Keep that up and you might actually get stuffed for real, so track your cycle properly."
"Pfft. If it happens, I'll raise it just fine."
"Why would you raise my kid alone? We'd do it together."
"Oh? Does that mean a proposal?"
"Who proposes after mindlessly fucking like idiots? And aren't you going to act anymore? You've got so much ahead of you—why talk pregnancy now?"
"Who's the one filling me up every time like he wants to knock me up?"
"You're the one who hates condoms and times it perfectly every round. You squeeze so good it makes me blow my load. Not my fault."
Soyoung grinned wickedly, gently caressing his cheek.
"So I squeeze you that good, huh? Then why aren't you satisfied with just me—why keep adding more fuckbuddies? Does Seolhwa grip you tighter?"
"No... it's that, every woman feels different, and Seolhwa is...."
Soyoung clamped down on his cock with all her might.
"Gaaak!"
"Nope, not having it. I'll drain you so dry today you won't even think of other women for a while."
Over an hour later, his balls were scraped clean to the bottom.
* * *
"So, did you test Seolhwa's acting?"
"I did... but, uh, not sure how to put it...."
"Why? Was it a disaster?"
"No. If we're talking talent, she has it. But whether you can call it acting...."
"Why the hesitation?"
"Just see for yourself tomorrow. It's academy day, so we can meet there."
"Tomorrow I've got prior plans. When else do you go?"
"Day after, then. I'll ask the teacher to shift the time."
Tomorrow he was meeting Moon Soi, the aspiring writer PD Yoon had recommended.
He'd checked the site PD Yoon mentioned and read Moon Soi's web novels—way better than expected. He'd even paid for the latest chapters. Daily updates were standard, sometimes two a day, and the quality made her worth keeping.
One completed work was being adapted into a webtoon, with steady comments begging for a live-action version. The storytelling and character building stirred memories of Hong's film production experience—they were that captivating.
'This could be perfect for approaching Bora noona.'
He met writer Moon Soi in the new office.
"Ah, h-hello. But... are you really the CEO of JH Entertainment?"
"For now, yeah. Why? Don't I look the part?"
"N-no! It's just... you're so handsome... s-sorry."
She blushed hard, her otaku vibes on full display. Her baggy shirt and skirt hid her figure completely, and those oversized horn-rimmed glasses made her look like a cartoon character. Her frizzy hair fanned out wildly, giving off an avant-garde vibe.
'What a unique look.'
Still, his eyes—trained on countless beauties—told him she was a diamond in the rough. With minimal effort, she'd clean up nice. If they worked together, he'd make her dress up properly.
"Soi-ssi, swap those glasses for contacts and fix your hair—you'd look pretty cute. No interest beyond writing?"
"P-pretty? Someone like me...?"
Rock-bottom self-esteem. These types were tricky to handle.
'Try telling me to fuck her. She's not my type at all.'
[You'll beg me later to let you hit it. The demon's eye never lies.]
Not this time. He had tastes, too.
"Uh, so... what did you need me for...?"
"Want you to write a script."
"S-script? I'm... still just an aspiring writer."
"You entered the contest, right?"
"Th-that... results aren't out yet...."
The contest didn't matter. He needed her speed for this ploy.
"You write web novels."
"Y-yes, but... why?"
"Daily uploads, even two sometimes."
"Th-that's just for streak bonuses... to boost views...."
"Point is, you write fast. I need a synopsis and one or two episodes' script ASAP—not polished, but good enough for actors to buy in."
"B-but... from nothing? It takes... longer at first...."
"Sorry, do you always stutter like this?"
"N-no! It's been... forever since I talked alone with a guy this long...."
Forget time—she was making conversation impossible.
"That you've got there—a laptop, right?"
"Y-yes?"
"Boot it up."
"Wh-why?"
"Let's chat."
* * *
They started a PC KakaoTalk chat. Hong's body meant keyboard typing beat smartphone thumbs.
He pulled up yesterday's notes on screen.
Protagonist A, orphanage kid who aced exams into a top university. Working convenience store part-time, got introduced by a hyung to host bar waiting. Met actress B (supporting role then).
Fashion-obsessed B takes interest in model-fit A, buys him clothes, catches feelings, offers temp manager gig.
A starts managing, gets acting offers thanks to looks but quits due to camera fright. Decides to join an agency formally to stay by B's side....
It was Song Jinho and Kang Bora's story. He'd written up to their meeting and bonding, planning to flesh it out with details only they knew. The synopsis alone would tip Bora noona off immediately.
He looked up at Soi, flashing the Puss-in-Boots-from-Shrek eyes. His aegyo assault worked—who knows how she took it, but her face flushed beet red as she ducked her head hurriedly.