197. Filming (9)

There was only one reason Seo Jia had fallen so far.

She didn’t know that a person can’t satisfy everyone.

Just being famous is enough to make someone earn someone else’s malice.

If you’re ugly, you get cursed for being ugly, and if you’re pretty, you get hit with jealousy.

That’s probably why she lost her mind over a few hateful comments and made a private account.

Of course, I understand how she felt. I had a ton of annoying problems right after that article came out, too.

But unlike me, Seo Jia was too young and fragile to endure it.

If Hinami had gone through something like this, she might have brushed it off easily, but Seo Jia was too stiff a person for that.

Even though she seemed incredibly strong-willed on the outside, it must have been hard for her to endure people, filled only with dark malice, spewing nonsense behind the mask of anonymity, while staying sane.

So, she strayed from the path for a while.

A woman who had lived more uprightly than anyone else discovered the thrill of straying.

It was the same situation as someone who had never even tasted sugar putting a sweet dessert into their mouth.

In that case, it’s obvious she would have ended up broken anyway, even if I had left her alone.

…So, it shouldn’t be a big problem if I decide the direction she breaks in, right?

“Ugh…, Hhhuu….”

I pulled my cock out of her reddened, heated cunt, peeled off the bulging condom, tied it off, and placed it on her stomach.

After capturing the last image of Seo Jia, her head turned to the side, breathing raggedly, I stopped the recording once and started it again.

How much would this video be worth in terms of money?

Seo Jia’s agency has a market cap of around 1 trillion won, so if this leaks, they’d lose at least 5%, making it worth about 50 billion won.

It only burned for about two days over a trashy article, so if real evidence comes out, it’ll burn for about two weeks.

The more I think about it, the more absurd it is.

Even if I coated my shoulders in titanium and threw 160 punches, I don’t think I’d ever make 50 billion won in my lifetime.

That sex alone can be assigned this much value.

“Haa… Haa….”

Seo Jia, sprawled on the bed, covered her eyes with her forearm, constantly letting out breaths mixed with pain.

Seeing her eyes and cunt both bloodshot, I could have felt pity, but I didn’t feel sorry for her anymore.

It was actually interesting.

How far she would fall.

How far I could push her.

Of course, if possible, breaking her in a way her fans would like best would be a form of courtesy, wouldn’t it?

Of course, I don’t mean the fans who genuinely like Seo Jia and regularly buy her albums or merchandise.

I’m talking about the ones who defended her when the article broke, saying she could be dating, while subtly sexually harassing her.

If you think about it, aren’t they fans too?

If you walked around on the street and greeted them first, they’d probably ask for an autograph.

“Get up.”

“Kehuk…. Ugh…, Ugh….”

I grabbed Seo Jia’s hair as she lay collapsed, forced her up, and roughly wiped her teary eyes with my hand.

After roughly filming her eyes, which looked swollen rather than just red, I shoved my cock, which had just finished ejaculating, into her mouth without giving her time to choose, making her spit out all the remaining semen.

It wasn’t an interesting blowjob; she wasn’t using her tongue or anything, and her teeth grazed me, so I gripped her hair even tighter. Only then, perhaps regaining some sense, did she struggle to pull her teeth away from my cock.

I recorded her struggling to lick my cock, looking quite pathetic, and then pulled my now somewhat cleaner cock out of her mouth.

“Kek…, Heek…, He….”

“I wasn’t even fucking you that deep, why are you struggling so much?”

After she spat out my cock, I scooped up her sobbing, gagging body and sat her down on the bed.

Then, I placed my phone on the wireless charger on the desk, angled so the lens faced the bed, and fixed the camera.

After confirming the focus was sharp, I sat down next to Seo Jia and pressed her body down towards my lower half.

Then, I grabbed her head as she collapsed, almost shoved into my crotch, lifted it, made her lean against my chest, and turned her head to face the camera.

“You kept uploading lewd pictures, so I took these for you instead. Won’t you say a word of thanks?”

“……”

“…You don’t even have the energy to answer, huh.”

“Ughh…, Ugh…, Th, Thank youuu….”

Her eyes blankly staring at the camera lens, frozen, she only snapped back to reality when I hugged her shoulders and squeezed her nipples hard, then gave a stiff bow.

I released her nipples, which seemed to have regained enough energy to converse, stroked her hair, and leaned down to whisper another word to her.

“Your fan service is severely lacking. Do you slack off with your fans on stage too?”

“Haa, Ah, No, No, it’s not like that….”

“But you were cursing out fans just fine on your private account. You don’t want to do real fan service?”

“What, I. That. This has nothing to do with fans….”

“Why. …They’re not fans of idol Seo Jia, are they? Followers who sell their tits online are fans too. You need to do it properly.”

Not Seo Jia’s fans, but the fans of the anonymous Twitter user, alias @asdfasdf.

She might have deleted her previous account, but accounts can just be made anew, so IDs weren’t important.

Even the account I’m currently DMing could gain tons of followers the moment she makes it public.

What’s important is that she’s a woman who attracts followers, even without a public facade.

She might not be as popular as Seo Jia, who’s considered top-tier visual among 3rd gen idols online.

It’s obvious how popular a woman over 170cm tall with a great pelvis, large breasts, and clear skin would be.

“Alright, greet them. …You’ll upload it yourself anyway, right? Because you want to stir up trouble again. And then you’ll giggle while idiots whose dicks are their brains, like me, throw a fit in DMs. That’s not right. They’re all your fans. Greet them politely.”

“…H, Hello….”

I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to bow, making her greet the camera.

Unlike the fans she saw on stage, this time it was towards people with no faces or names.

More polite and honest than ever before.

The only thing covering her was a single black t-shirt.

“Good girl. Now, tell them what you did first.”

“What……?”

“…Tell me clearly what you just did with me. You stupid bitch.”

Even that, she complied with a flick of my hand, letting her breasts pop out.

Revealing to her fans just how firm and bouncy they felt.

“S…ex…”

“Just sex?”

“…My first. Sex….”

Words that shouldn’t be spoken by ‘Seo Jia’.

Words that could be spoken by @zxcvzcxv, whose real name no one knows.

“How big are your breasts?”

“……”

“…What bra size are you?”

“…D cup.”

“Don’t lie. I know from touching them?”

“E…cup. Ugh….”

Being treated worse than a whore.

She sucked on the bumpy protrusions, leaving teeth marks.

“Right. …So, how does it feel to be fucked by a guy like me with E-cup tits like those?”

“…It hurts.”

“Does your heart hurt, or your body?”

“My stomach…”

I stroked her stomach as she whimpered, pitiful to the point of being pathetic.

I lifted her up and sat her on my lap.

Then, I took off the t-shirt still draped over her upper chest and lewdly bit her ear.

“Ugh….”

“…Don’t hide your face.”

I grabbed her hands, instinctively trying to cover her face, and made her stare straight into the camera.

“Tell me yourself what kind of bitch you are.”

“……”

So she would show the vicious expression she showed me to others too.

While constantly wiping her red, swollen eyes.

“…If you don’t want to talk, just stay quiet. Well, if you shut up, it’s easier for me to fuck myself in.”

“……”

I slipped my finger between her clenched lips, forcing her to smile.

Then pulled the corners of her mouth down.

Changing it to the expression I saw most often.

“9, 8, 7….”

“I, I….”

Only after I finished the countdown did she spit out my finger, her mouth opening.

“I, I….”

Her whole body trembling, she stammered with imprecise pronunciation, uncharacteristic of a celebrity.

“Just, just because of fucking assholes…”

“Who are these fucking assholes?”

The irritation and stress accumulated in her heart, little by little.

She spewed it outwards.

“They weren’t even dating me. But they cursed me out. Fucking. Bastards…”

“If you say you weren’t dating while doing this, will people believe you?”

“This is, just….”

Holding contradictory words in her mouth, she panted and pondered.

“…Shit. You idiots. Because of you guys, I…!”

Finally bursting.

“I, I because of those fucking assholes. It’s disgusting. Can’t I have a scandal? How much I’ve….”

Even while rambling incoherently.

More sincerely than ever before.

“Haaak…. Ugh. Why do I have to take responsibility for what Hinami did…!”

“…If you feel that wronged, why don’t you just do it?”

“……”

I licked her as she poured out her resentment.

Slowly stroking her trembling body.

“Just let go. …It’s less frustrating to be cursed after doing it than to be cursed without doing it, right?”

“……”

I covered her mouth, filled with a mix of emotions.

“…Mmph, Chuu…mmph….”

…The accumulated stress.

I made her release it onto me.

Unlike before.

Without any coercion or oppression.

She herself.

Could enjoy the camera watching her.