Chapter 47: Netbliss (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 47: Netbliss (2)
“Nngh, ahhh…!”
I tried to enter as gently as possible.
I had done my best to relax Miju’s body so she wouldn't feel pain, working until she was wet enough to ensure she wouldn't get hurt.
“Ah, Oppa, it’s… it’s too big.”
As my cock slid inside, Miju trembled, clearly struggling to take it all.
Then, a thin trail of blood trickled from her pussy.
“Are you okay?”
“It hurts a little, but… I’m okay.”
She was smiling.
Even though I could see tears welling in the corners of her eyes, she forced a smile as if it were nothing.
I kept my dick inside her and didn't move for a long while.
Hovering over her, holding her in my arms, I felt the warmth of her chest rising and falling with every breath.
Her hair was soft, and her breath was warm against me.
A heat more intense than the sweltering summer air swirled between us.
It was hot, but I didn't want to pull my body away from hers.
“Haah, haah.”
Even though I wasn't moving and there was no particular stimulation, my cock stayed rock-hard, fueled by the sound of Miju’s moans in my ear.
“It feels so full. I’ve… never felt like this before.”
Miju spoke as she met my eyes.
She still looked shy, but more than that, she looked deeply satisfied.
I felt the same way.
“I’m going to move now.”
Miju nodded.
I slowly pulled my hips back.
After drawing my juice-slicked cock out almost all the way, I slowly pushed back into her pussy.
“Haa-ah! Ahh!”
Miju bit her finger, trying to stifle her moans.
“Does it hurt?”
She shook her head side to side.
“Then why?”
“Because it feels so good.”
“If it feels good, you don't have to hold it in. Let it out.”
I brushed her hair back and thrust my hips.
“Ah, nngh, it’s so good… Right there, it feels so goo-oo-od!”
Miju looked up at me with her legs spread wide, letting out a high-pitched cry.
I reached down and gripped her breasts. They were so large they spilled out from between my fingers, impossible to hold in one hand.
As I leaned down, Miju wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.
She pulled me toward her, and naturally, I collapsed into her embrace.
“Mmmph.”
We shared a deep, wet kiss.
Tongues tangled and saliva exchanged. Her soft, supple tongue stimulated me, sending sparks through my already sensitized body.
“Mmm, nngh!”
Mid-kiss, Miju threw her head back and let out a long moan.
While she was lost in the sensation, I began to lick the side of her neck.
“Haah, haah. I-I’m sensitive there right now… ahh!”
My lips trailed over her neck and shoulder. As I did, I peeled away the bandage covering her scratch.
“Ah! Th-there! Haa-ahhh!”
I tasted the bitter, astringent tang of ointment on my tongue.
The metallic scent of blood from the unhealed wound also lingered in my mouth.
As I licked the injury, Miju squirmed.
Her expression was a mix of pain and a strange, burgeoning pleasure.
The corners of her mouth twitched upward.
Rather than the pain, she felt a surge of affection seeing Jae-ho lick even her wounds.
That affection transformed the stinging pain into pleasure.
Compared to the pain of her hymen breaking earlier, this was far more bearable.
It became a strange stimulus that further aroused her.
She watched Jae-ho as he relentlessly explored her body.
He was tall, with broad, masculine shoulders, and a body that had changed so much recently it even surprised her.
The fact that such a man was so obsessed with her…
It gave Miju a profound sense of satisfaction.
Her heart felt as full as her pussy did with his cock inside her.
Stroking Jae-ho’s hair as he worked her body with his lips and tongue, Miju spoke.
“Does it feel good? Fucking a girl who was a high schooler just last year?”
Jae-ho, startled by her words, stopped his ministrations and looked up.
When their eyes met, a wave of embarrassment washed over Miju from deep within.
Why had she said that?
She didn't even know herself.
I asked her back instinctively.
“What did you say?”
“I… I asked if it feels good to fuck someone who was a high schooler until last year.”
Miju immediately covered her face, dying of shame.
I was honestly a bit taken aback; I never expected those words to come out of her mouth.
It felt like I’d discovered a new side of her.
Was she trying to take the lead in her own way?
I kissed her forehead and replied.
“It feels great, fucking the Miju who was a virgin until just a moment ago.”
Miju’s face turned beet red.
“…Pervert.”
She couldn't meet my eyes.
The fact that she could joke like this meant she was finally relaxing.
I began to move my hips faster.
“Ah, nngh, haa-ah! Ahh! Oppa, Jae-ho Oppa~!!”
Miju trembled as if she had reached her limit, and her pussy tightened around me in response.
It felt as if she were trying to squeeze every drop of semen out of my cock.
Her walls pulsed and squeezed me.
And I, too, reached my limit.
“I’m going to cum inside.”
“Do it. Pour it all inside me.”
I ejaculated deep within her.
“Haah, haah.”
We held each other, sharing our ragged breaths and the sweat dripping off our bodies.
“That was… so good. Really.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad my first was you, Oppa. If I’d known sex felt this good, I would’ve tried it sooner.”
Watching Miju lie in my arms with her eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm…
“Oh.”
I felt my lower half hardening again.
“You want to go again, even after all that?”
Miju asked, feeling my cock press against her navel.
“Do you… want to?”
“If there are condoms left.”
There were plenty left.
*
The filming set of the popular WBS drama, Invincible Youth.
It had hit a 12% viewership rating in its first episode and climbed to 15% by the fourth, making it one of the most successful dramas in recent times.
It had garnered massive buzz for casting actress Yoo Young-eun—who had solidified her status as a top star a year ago with the movie Signal 21—as the female lead.
“Haah, fuck.”
Kim PD, the director in charge, let out a heavy sigh.
And for good reason.
They were only four episodes away from the live broadcast.
Episode 5 was airing the day after tomorrow, and they were currently filming Episode 9.
The schedule had been generous.
The writer had already finished the scripts all the way to the final episode.
The sets were perfectly constructed.
He had even padded the schedule to account for any potential delays.
He had made sure nothing could go wrong.
Who could have predicted that Yoo Young-eun, the highest-paid actor on the show, wouldn't be able to focus on her acting?
And not just for a day or two—it had been a whole week!
“Young-eun, are you still not feeling well today?”
“I’m sorry, Director.”
Young-eun bowed her head.
She looked apologetic, but everyone knew it wasn't sincere.
Still, the fact that the prideful Young-eun had even bowed her head was enough for most people to let it slide.
Yes.
That was the case until yesterday.
“If we can't get the shots today, we’re going to be really tight on time. We’ve finished all the other scenes, but we can't start editing because your parts are missing.”
The director spoke with a sigh.
He didn't want to get into a power struggle with an actor if he could help it, so he chose his words carefully.
A top star versus a mere drama PD.
It was obvious who would win that fight.
If only he were a variety show PD.
“Is that my fault? I want to immerse myself too. But I just can't focus.”
Perhaps it was the PD’s nagging.
The expression on Young-eun’s face, which had been submissively bowed just a moment ago, shifted instantly.
“I changed the set layout for you, I found a handsome guy to be your body double, I even told the crew to keep the noise to an absolute minimum because you asked for quiet. I did everything you asked. What exactly is the problem?”
“Regardless, I can't do it. I can't act like this.”
“Are you saying you’re going to delay us again?”
“Yes. I have to.”
“Do you have any idea how much money we lose every time we delay? We have to push back the entire filming schedule, and dozens of other schedules get tangled up!”
His frustration boiled over.
Young-eun listened to Kim PD’s outburst in silence, then slowly opened her mouth.
“Whose money is it that’s being lost?”
“…”
Kim PD was struck dumb.
“Where did the funding come from, and who is the reason we got it in the first place?”
“…”
Young-eun walked up to Kim PD without a word.
Then, she whispered in a voice so low only he could hear.
“Know your place. Don't overstep.”
Kim PD clenched his fists.
It was hopeless.
This was completely fucked.
Even the writer couldn't control Young-eun.
They say a play belongs to the actors, a movie to the director, and a drama to the writer.
It meant the writer usually had the most influence during a drama production.
However, there was someone even higher than the writer.
The investor.
The entire production cost of this drama was being funded by the Jeil Group.
They were providing enough money to cover not just Invincible Youth, but future WBS dramas as well.
Investment from the largest conglomerate in South Korea.
And it was only possible because of Young-eun.
“Now that you understand, cancel today’s shoot.”
Young-eun waved her hand dismissively and walked off the set.
A top actress loved by the public for her dazzling looks, exceptional acting skills, and surprisingly sharp wit on variety shows.
And the youngest daughter of the Jeil Group, the most powerful chaebol family in Korea.
That was Yoo Young-eun.
‘That bitch…’
Kim PD gritted his teeth as he watched Yoo Young-eun leave the set without a backward glance.
One day, he would make that woman crawl.
*
“Haah, so fucking annoying.”
Leaving the set, Young-eun looked at Chief Park, who served as her manager, bodyguard, and secretary.
The stoic, middle-aged secretary met her gaze silently.
“Are you not going to do your job properly?”
“I apologize, Young Lady.”
“I told you to call me ‘Actress’ on set, not ‘Young Lady.’”
“I apologize, Actress.”
“What kind of toad-looking guy did you bring in as the lead? I’ve been putting up with it and acting my heart out, and now the PD thinks he’s the one in charge and comes at me?”
“I will have a word with him.”
“Forget it. I’m not filming today anyway.”
That arrogant PD needed a reality check.
How dare he defy me?
He couldn't even do his own job properly, yet he had the nerve to critique my acting?
Filming happened when she wanted it to happen, and it stopped when she didn't feel like it.
It had always been that way.
It was the same when she filmed movies.
Signal 21, filmed under those same conditions, had been a massive success and catapulted her to stardom.
Confidence in her success?
Of course she had it.
If only she were at her best.
“This is why I wanted to do a movie instead of a drama.”
Irritation flared.
Her temper had been short lately.
The reason was simple.
A pictorial Young-eun had released recently had been overshadowed by a single photo from some social media star, causing her buzz to plummet.
Her pictorial, of all things!
Beaten by a mere social media star!
It was infuriating.
Just how good was the photo that it managed to surpass hers?
She had looked it up out of curiosity and was stunned.
The quality was unbelievable.
It was beautiful.
So beautiful it surprised even her, someone who had always been supremely confident in her own beauty.
Her condition had been shot ever since.
‘I want to take a photo like that.’
The desire to be the subject of such a photograph made it impossible for her to focus on her acting.
Getting into the car, Yoo Young-eun crossed her legs and spoke.
“Did you find that person?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Where are they? They’re a professional, right? I have an eye for these things.”
“It wasn't exactly like that, but they are working under a contract with an MCN, a type of management agency.”
“Really? Where is it?”
“Roland Enter.”
“Hmm… fine. Let’s go there first. I need to see for myself who this photographer is.”
“Understood.”
Chief Park started the car.