episode_0029

“I’ll go out first, so keep an eye out and follow suit appropriately, got it?”

“Yes.”

Coolly wiping off the semen from my foot, I left the changing room.

The staff were chatting while snacking.

I smoothly blended into the atmosphere as if I had been in my original spot all along.

Just as I was idly fiddling with the camera, Eugene emerged from the changing room in her next outfit.

“Eonni, please take a look at the outfit.”

Eugene went to the stylist for some style adjustments.

“You dressed alone? Call me ‘eonni.’”

“Sorry for disturbing you while you were resting, eonni.”

“Even though she seems blunt, she sometimes makes cute sounds.”

The stylist began adjusting the clothes.

Even if Eugene had good style and dressed well, there was a noticeable difference in detail when touched by a professional versus not.

“Eugene, there’s something stuck on your lip.”

The stylist reached out and removed something next to Eugene’s lips.

It was hard to see what it was since it had fallen off.

“Hair? Doesn’t seem like hair though?”

At the mention of “hair,” I flinched.

I seemed to know the source of that hair.

It seemed to be from earlier when I accidentally brushed my penis against Eugene’s lips.

Not only me, but Eugene seemed unaware that there was a conspiracy stuck to her lips, her eyes widening.

“T-That… It’s my hair. My hair has been damaged lately…”

Eugene.

If you’re going to make excuses, do it properly.

Seeing her glossy black hair, one could easily tell it was a lie.

“It doesn’t look damaged though?”

“It is. I put on hair cream, so it’s not visible.”

“Is that so?”

Eugene took the object from the stylist’s hand.

And she put it in her pocket.

Eugene?

Why are you putting that in your pocket?

Suddenly, I remembered when she came to my house for the first time and took the used tissue after masturbating.

“Oh….”

Our eyes met.

Eugene withdrew her hand from her pocket, as if she had touched something dirty, vigorously rubbing her hand.

Her regret was clearly visible on her face.

Despite thinking she was not entirely honest, in some ways, she seemed genuinely honest.

“Let’s resume shooting.”

The shooting recommenced.

“Eugene, give us a light smile.”

Eugene smiled faintly at the camera.

Until just now, she looked tired, but it seems the break was effective.

We only did fellatio during the break.

Could consuming semen have helped?

I’ve never heard of semen having fatigue recovery effects.

“Good job.”

The shoot concluded smoothly.

“Eugene, wait.”

I gestured to Eugene, who was about to change back into her clothes.

“…Don’t eat dinner and come.”

I whispered softly.

“…Yes.”

Without asking for the reason, Eugene obediently nodded her head.

I want to treat her to something delicious.

Although we’re not officially dating, one might think I’m being overly attentive.

However, considering we shared our first sexual experience and will engage in a second one a few hours later, I feel a desire to take care of her better.

Until now, I had thought it highly unlikely to understand Eugene’s feelings, but upon seeing a clear possibility, emotions blossomed within me like cherry blossoms in full bloom.

“See you later.”

When no one was looking, I playfully tapped Eugene’s buttocks.

“…Please don’t do things like that.”

Sticking out her lips, Eugene lightly flicked my thigh.

It didn’t hurt at all.

* * *

I don’t like singing, but a tune involuntarily escapes my nose.

My heart is pounding.

I’m heading to the director’s house now. No, more accurately, I’m going to the director’s place to be devoured.

Could this turn out badly?

I was worried about when the next sex would happen, but the director took the initiative first.

He threatened me to come home just to use my vagina. He said it after using it, so I’m sure.

I was worried that he might be gentle and tender, but it turned out differently from what I expected.

Even the smack on the butt at the studio was like that.

Who cares what others think…!

Seriously.

I almost went into heat.

The desire to get hit more after getting smacked on the butt surged within me.

If it wasn’t in the studio, I would have somehow provoked the director to hit me more.

Honestly, I want to cheekily shake my butt saying, “Please punish arrogant Eugene♡ Smack my butt gently♡,” but it’s hard to do that sober.

I’ve imagined it several times, but it’s just talk.

If the director were under hypnosis, I could do it.

Since he wouldn’t remember anyway.

“…That feels a bit embarrassing.”

It was thrilling and enjoyable to do perverted things in front of the director who had fallen asleep under hypnosis.

When I pushed my butt against the director’s face for the first time at his house and wiggled my anus, I felt a shameful pleasure.

I wish he had threatened me more firmly.

I’m confident in obediently listening like a good pet.

Can I freely use hypnosis now?

I’ve understood the director’s intentions.

He told me to devour him if I had any feelings for him, but I devoured him deliciously.

I don’t know how big it is.

But since he suggested we start over there today, there’s no need to use hypnosis.

-Gulp

I’m hungry.

I’d like to eat even just one piece of salted bread, but I decided to endure.

He told me not to come back after dinner.

What does that mean?

It means he’ll feed me semen until I’m full.

Thick, corrupt, and subtly sweet semen.

“…Gulp.”

I swallowed hard.

Semen isn’t exactly delicious, but it provides great mental satisfaction.

Still, I’d prefer to receive it below rather than above.

Oh, I want to experience being taken advantage of.

I wonder how it feels to be taken advantage of.

It must feel good.

I may not know physical ecstasy, but the mental climax will be immense.

“…I should have tightened up then if I knew it would be like this.”

It’s a shame that the director’s semen was wasted on my back.

There’s a separate bin for semen…

I should have used all my strength to keep his penis inside my vagina.

Of course, I wasn’t in the right state of mind.

The thrill of experiencing climax for the first time.

Lost in that joy, I couldn’t bring myself to think about receiving semen.

Is it still fortunate?

If I had been impregnated due to having sex on dangerous days, I might have become pregnant.

The director’s sticky and thick sperm would have fertilized the egg as it ravaged the uterus.

Before going to the director’s house, I stopped by a convenience store.

It was to prepare for spending tonight thoroughly.

I would love to take all of the director’s semen into my uterus for pleasure, but I can’t risk creating a child for a day of pleasure.

Too bad…

“Welcome.”

I glanced sideways while searching for condoms.

I found colorful boxes displayed among the pharmaceuticals.

Some had rabbits, symbols of a famous American men’s magazine brand, while others featured strawberries or melons. Large numbers like 0.03, 0.01 were prominently displayed.

I know those are condoms, but…

Which one should I buy?

I’m not sure.

With various types, does it mean they serve different purposes?

I’d like to read detailed descriptions one by one, but I don’t have the guts to stand in the store reading them.

I have no choice.

I picked one of each type and put them in my basket.

A total of 15.

One of them should work.

Feeling embarrassed just buying condoms, I also chose a few snacks to add to the basket.

“Please ring these up.”

“Sure.”

I placed the basket on the counter.

“Oh…?”

The part-time worker paused when they saw the condoms hidden beneath the snacks.

After looking at the condoms, they glanced at me hesitantly.

I turned my head, avoiding eye contact.

Thinking about it, if someone saw me like this, they would think I’m obsessed with sex. I may be into sex, but I’m definitely not trashy.

“Shall I put them in a bag for you?”

“…Yes.”

I nodded my head slightly.

After paying, I grabbed the bag full of condoms and hurried out of the convenience store.

Buying condoms is certainly not something to be ashamed of.

It’s not illegal either.

Even teenagers can purchase them.

But it feels like committing a sin.

It feels like doing something that shouldn’t be caught by others.

“Sigh…”

Nevertheless, it feels like I’ve cleared a mission.

Now, a sweet reward awaits.

Humming a tune again, I headed back to the director’s house.

– Knock, knock, knock.

As I knocked on the door, it opened shortly after.

“Come in.”

The director smiled as he opened the door.

A loose-fitting t-shirt.

Collarbones and neck looking sexy.

I stepped inside.

“What’s that?”

The director showed interest in the bag in my hand.

“It’s snacks.”

“You bought that many snacks?”

As if he was about to take the bag, the director reached out his hand.

I immediately pulled my hand back.

“I didn’t buy them to eat here.”

“Right.”

“Give it to me. It looks heavy.”

“No, it’s fine.”

The director abruptly grabbed the bag.

“Oh, come on!”

“Why?”

A struggle ensued.

Being caught buying condoms is more embarrassing than squirming front and back in front of someone’s eyes.

“Why? Did you hear it’s expensive or something?”

The director forcefully yanked the bag.

“Oh…!”

The bag tore open.

Snacks fell to the floor.

And condoms spilled out on top of them.

Fifteen packs of condoms scattered on the doorstep.

“Yujin…”

The director pointed at the various condoms and looked at me.

“…”

I tightly sealed my lips.