First Shoot (4)
I was briefly stunned speechless.
My mouth hung open as my eyes darted around.
"Hmm? Why don't you take a guess, our Jiwoo?"
No — it was still too early to jump to conclusions. Suddenly calling me "our Jiwoo" was strange, sure, but it was possible enough. Maybe she just had absurdly good social skills.
"Should I go first? What Jiwoo did."
"…"
"I bet you put on a blindfold and played baby. Whining and clinging… maybe even babbling?"
Director Young was one thing, and Oh Jihyeon the actress was another. The two of them shared a special talent for leaving people completely speechless. Maybe that level of shamelessness was a prerequisite for surviving in the entertainment industry.
"Jiwoo and I are the same age, right?"
Oh Jihyeon pressed her lips to the mouth of a water bottle with a soft smack as she spoke.
"We're the same age, so how about we drop the formalities?"
She was already talking casually — did she really need my permission?
When I kept my mouth shut, Oh Jihyeon puffed out her cheeks in an adorably sulky pout.
"Hiiing. You don't wanna be friends with me?"
Thump♥
"I-I do…"
"You talk casually too, Jiwoo. We're friends."
"…Yeah."
Oh Jihyeon held the water bottle out to me.
"A present to celebrate becoming friends."
"A present?"
"I kissed it all over with my lips… so you can have an indirect kiss with me."
I hesitated, reading the room, then took the bottle. I stared at the mouth of it. It was damp — whether from water or spit, I couldn't tell.
"It's a gift from me, so you can put your mouth on it as much as you want. Suck on it while imagining my lips."
"…"
"Look at my lips. You get to have an indirect kiss with lips this pretty. Nice, right?"
Oh Jihyeon subtly pressed for an answer.
"Nice, right?"
"…Yeah. It's nice."
"Hehe. Then hurry up and put your mouth on it."
I swallowed hard and pressed my lips to the bottle. Without realizing it, I worked my lips against the opening as I drank. My chest fluttered strangely.
All of a sudden, Oh Jihyeon pushed her lips out in a long, exaggerated pout — duck-face style, opening and closing them. It was ridiculous and a little vulgar. And yet my heart pounded at the sight. For a moment I almost believed those cherry-red lips had actually touched mine.
"Wow. You really put your mouth on it while imagining my lips. Dummy…♥ So pathetic…♥"
Twitch-twitch♥
I pulled my mouth off the bottle. I was about to say something in response to the sudden mockery when—
Smack.
She pushed those bright red lips out again and made little kissing sounds. At that pretty sight, I found myself unconsciously pursing my own lips into empty air — as if begging for a kiss from those lips.
"Ahaha. You want my lips that badly?"
Her eyes curved as if she could see straight through my thoughts. A strange stubbornness rose up in me and I denied it.
"No, not at all. This is just—"
"Uuung."
Oh Jihyeon let out a sultry little hum and pushed her lips out again. Reflexively, I pursed mine once more. I was completely entranced by those seductive lips — I couldn't resist even a little.
"Hehe, you really can't think straight at all. Do you like me that much? Uuung?"
She worked her duck-pouted lips, opening and closing them. My pupils shook violently. Breathing hard, I traced the shape of those lips with my eyes.
"Ung?"
Thump♥
Was my immunity to aegyo really zero? Every time Oh Jihyeon laid it on, my head spun.
"You must've been so happy that a cute girl like me fucked you."
"…"
"Wanna try saying thank you? Thank me for fucking you."
She had completely seized the pace. She kept pressing without letting up, and I couldn't get my bearings. I wasn't sure I even had a pace against women, but with Oh Jihyeon, I didn't want to just hand everything over. That bright, smiling way she toyed with my feelings rubbed me the wrong way. I didn't want to roll over for every playful little move.
"You rape someone… and then demand a thank-you? Are you actually serious right now?"
The moment I hardened my expression, Oh Jihyeon's eyes went round.
"Are you mad? I'm sorry…"
She tilted her head slightly and locked eyes with me. Those big round eyes stared up at me. She puffed her cheeks and poured on the sweetest coaxing.
"Please don't be mad… I'm sooorry…♥"
Thump-thump-thump-thump♥
"Yeah… It's fine…"
My resolve melted away like it had never existed. She was just too cute, too pretty. The way even a mischievous cat gets forgiven no matter what it does — everything simply dissolved.
"Hehe, thank you…♥ Thank you for forgiving me…♥"
"…Yeah."
A ticklish sensation crawled across my face. My facial muscles were moving on their own.
"One little bit of aegyo and your face goes all soft and dopey. Our Jiwoo is so easy…♥"
The moment she'd been apologizing in that wilted little voice was already over — she was teasing me again. But I couldn't put on a stern face anymore.
"Uuung. Smack."
Even just the gesture of Oh Jihyeon pushing out her lips made my attention lock onto her and my waist twitch. I had already fallen for this playful little devil. Really… I was an easy man.
"Hurry up and say it. Thank me for fucking you."
"…Thank you for fucking me."
"Waaah. You actually said it. Our Jiwoo is such a loser…♥ What kind of man are you… Masochist. Loser♥"
Twitch♥
"Did you make a reservation? You want me to fuck you again, don't you."
"No, I haven't yet."
"Then let's do it right now."
"I don't particularly feel like it. Why would I even—"
"Really? You're really not gonna make a reservation…?"
"Yeah…"
"Can't you do it for me…? Pretty please…♥"
Thump♥
"Okay. I'll do it right now."
I'd tried to push back once, tried to hold the line — all of it was wasted effort. One dose of aegyo and I crumbled into dust. Wasn't the honey trap actually the most terrifying tactic of all? Who on earth could resist that kind of coquetry?
Right there in front of Oh Jihyeon, I went and reserved that hotel.
"Good boy. Now we can do all the things Jiwoo likes again. Does just imagining it turn you on?"
Twitch. Twitch.
I was being played with completely. The more I resisted, the more ridiculously I danced in the palm of her hand. Resigning myself to my body's reactions, I asked,
"Who were the others? The people who were with you."
I understood that Oh Jihyeon had raped me. But there had been four more of them. Especially… I was curious whether Cocoa the writer had been part of that group.
Oh Jihyeon brought her index finger close to her lips.
"Secret. It wouldn't be fun if I told you. We even put a blindfold on you for the perfect crime."
"…Then why did you reveal yourself?"
"Me? Because… I knew our Jiwoo wouldn't report me. You're completely hooked on me."
"…"
"And I also wanted to be friends."
Friends. Did that mean friends with benefits?
"And also…"
"And also?"
Oh Jihyeon stopped mid-sentence and glanced around. Crowds of people were coming and going, noise filling the air.
"Follow me."
She grabbed my wrist and led me somewhere. The place we arrived at was a restroom — a women's restroom tucked in a corner. Before I could say a word, she pulled me into a stall.
Sliiiide—
The moment we were inside, Oh Jihyeon hiked up her skirt. Her gray panties were already wet.
"The truth is… I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about Jiwoo's cock. I even masturbated imagining fucking your cock, you know?"
"…"
"It's dirty. It's hot."
"…Yeah."
Oh Jihyeon placed my hand on her chest and squeezed it into a handful.
"Are you hard?"
"…No."
"Whyyy. You're touching my tits — why aren't you hard?"
"I just started touching them, so it'll happen soon."
Oh Jihyeon pulled down my pants. Leaving only my underwear, she squatted right there. She brought her face level with my cock and exhaled a hot breath against it.
"You're gonna get hard."
"…Yeah. I will."
"I'll stare at it just like this, so hurry up and stand at attention. Get hard while I rape you with my eyes♥"
Throb-throb♥
"Waaah. It got big right away…♥ Throb-throb…♥"
"Ah…"
"Get even bigger…♥ Get hard. Get hard. Get hard."
Haaauup—
Oh Jihyeon took my cock into her mouth through the fabric of my underwear. Of course it felt less intense than bare skin, but the unfamiliar texture made my waist tremble. Clumsy yet thorough, the stimulation built. Past mere erection, the urge to cum surged up.
"Slurp. Are you gonna cum? Feels like you're gonna cum?"
"Yeah… Feels like I'm gonna cum."
"You're gonna cum the second you get hard?"
"Yeah…"
"Premature cock. Masochist cock. So inferior…♥ So pathetic…♥"
Twitch-twitch♥
"I love it…♥ Did that turn you on? Feels like you're about to cum?"
"I-I think I'm gonna cum…"
"Yeah. Just cum pathetically like this♥ Don't hold back that loser cock…♥ Lose in the most disgraceful way♥"
Oh Jihyeon licked along the shaft through my underwear. That soft, languid licking sensation made the sense of defeat crash over me like a bursting dam.
"Aaaah…♥ Jiwoo's cock is cumming. It's exploding. Spurting and spurting…♥"
Gush-gush♥
Spurt. Spurrrrt. Spurt-spurt.
Oh Jihyeon kept licking over the underwear as it grew heavy and wet.
"Feel good?"
"Feels good…"
"How did this pathetic cock ever send me packing… Hmm? Tell me."
"I don't know…"
"Then I guess I'll have to check for myself."
After that, she fucked me senseless.
I came out first after having sex with Oh Jihyeon. The sex itself hadn't taken long. The moment I thrust in, I climaxed and it was over. I hadn't blacked out this time, but she said she needed a moment to compose herself.
"Standby!"
Before I knew it, it was Master's turn to shoot again. I monitored from outside. She was clearly better than at the start. Fewer NG takes, and the scenes were progressing steadily. Director Geon's expression still wasn't fully satisfied, but it was a clear improvement from the beginning. After I'd gone over a few times with coffee and some flattery, his mood seemed considerably better. At this rate, we could call it a clean pass. From here on out, things would only get better.
And then, at last, the person I'd been waiting for started to move on the far side. I carefully tailed him. He was heading outside. Listening to the crunch of gravel under his shoes, I followed. Once we reached a suitable spot, I put some distance between us and deliberately made my presence known.
The moment I pulled a cigarette pack from my pocket, he spoke up right away.
"Aigoo. I'm all out of smokes. Give me one, would you."
It was Director Young. He held out his hand as if it were only natural — as if he'd left his cigarettes in my care. Whether he'd come to dig at me or something else, I'd figured he would strike up a conversation. I put on a startled act and handed him one.
"Here you are."
Director Young put the cigarette in his mouth and said,
"You had more skill than I expected."
"Pardon?"
"Park Seoh-ah seems to rely on you quite a bit."
Unexpected words. I thought them over carefully. It was praise, but there was a strangely sharp edge to it. The simple prediction: he'd made a scouting offer to Master and it hadn't gone well.
"A manager just needs to manage an actress's condition well. Even if he can't do anything else."
Praise for managing her condition well — no. He was saying that beyond that, I was completely useless. But I just smiled brightly.
"Thank you. I'm glad Seoh-ah thinks well of me. I haven't really done much."
"Right. Park Seoh-ah has such a nice personality. She'd say nice things about anyone."
"That's true. I've never once heard her badmouth anyone."
"Come to Sky Music with Park Seoh-ah. I'll give you the best terms for a rookie."
There it was — the real point. Master wouldn't come alone, so he was trying to drag me along too. Once we were in, he'd probably lock Master into a contract and dump me somewhere or cut me loose. Well, whatever.
"Really? That's wonderful. Seoh-ah will be so happy."
I smiled innocently and lit his cigarette with a lighter. Director Young's mouth curled into a grin.
"Then after the shoot, let's talk for a bit—"
Director Young stopped mid-sentence. The moment he inhaled the tobacco, his body shuddered. Then he furrowed his brow and kept sucking on the smoke without pause. He pulled so hard the cigarette burned down rapidly. None of the inhaled smoke ever came back out. He was swallowing every last bit of it into his lungs. He repeated the process in silence, over and over.
"Why does this cigarette… taste so good?"
Director Young inhaled the smoke with a dazed expression. There was no sign of him stopping. That was confirmation enough. I pretended to get a phone call, gave a polite nod, and left. By the time I bowed, the cigarette had already burned down so short it looked like a butt.
From a distance, I watched Director Young's expression change second by second. The 27th-century cigarette I'd given him was already finished. Despite claiming he was out of smokes, he pulled his own pack from his pocket. The moment he lit the cigarette he'd put in his mouth, he coughed violently — as if he'd just inhaled a lump of filth.
Watching that, I quietly stepped back into the building.
He probably wouldn't be able to smoke regular cigarettes anymore. I wondered if he'd be all right.