200. Filming (12)
by Afuhfuihgs
I pull my cock out from inside her wetly clinging pussy.
It was sticking so tight, gripping so hard, it felt like the condom might slip off if I wasn’t careful.
To prevent such a disaster, I carefully pulled out my glans, peeled off the semen-filled condom, and tossed it onto the desk with a flick.
“Ugh…, Hngh… Eugh….”
“Hoo….”
Even though she was on the lighter side, her thighs clearly showed the results of her workouts.
Even setting aside my personal feelings towards her, her body was undeniably my ideal type.
Seo Jia would never admit it, but we had surprisingly great chemistry in bed.
Ah, come to think of it, that might sound a bit misleading.
I’m about 190cm tall, shoes off.
This woman is also around 170cm, maybe a bit taller.
We’re both top 0.1% bodies, the kind you’d see maybe one in ten thousand people on the street, so it’d be weirder if we didn’t have good chemistry.
No need to mince words, a hot guy and a hot girl made for damn good sex.
“Fucking hot, you bitch. Seriously….”
I curse her ear out, then rub my unyielding cock against her butt crack.
Maybe it was thanks to the wine I had earlier, or maybe it was because that shitty bitch was moaning onto my cock…
Somewhere in my brain, the brakes shattered, and reason stopped listening.
It wasn’t like I was completely controlled by instinct, more like reason was lending instinct a hand.
How could I push this woman further down into the abyss?
Even after tonight ends, could I keep her on a leash, dragging her around?
While examining each violent thought, I sought advice from my cock.
“Move your ass.”
“…Y-yes…”
I slapped her trembling ass and gave the order.
I grabbed the wine bottle rolling on the floor, trying to wet my throat, but only a few drops fell into my mouth before it was empty, so I left the room.
…Now more than ever, I need to stay cool.
She’s not Haeun, and she’s not Hinami.
She’s not just some big-titted woman who’s achieved nothing.
She’s not some brat desperate to be fucked by anyone.
She’s just a 20-year-old tough exterior, soft interior, whose weakness is firmly in my grasp, leaving her no room to resist.
But the moment she steps outside this door, she’s a famous celeb welcomed everywhere.
This relationship can never be maintained solely by whipping her forever.
It’s strictly a transaction.
I get her body.
She gets a place to lean on.
Only a fair transaction can sustain this relationship.
“Ugh…”
I quenched my thirst with cool water, got another glass using the same cup, and returned to the room.
Stepping through the open door, I saw Seo Jia, drenched in sweat, sitting slumped on the bed.
I offered water to her, who looked conflicted but not like she was crying, and sat beside her, stretching.
“Drink.”
“…”
She shot me a suspicious glance for a moment, then met my eyes, sighed deeply, and gulped down the water.
With her mouth slightly overflowing with water, she wiped her lips with her arm, gasped for breath, stood up, and placed the cup on the desk.
Then she turned, hesitating whether to sit back down where she was.
She glanced sideways, noticed her phone facing the bed, stopped dead, and spoke to me.
“…That’s enough, right?”
“I don’t know.”
“We’ve done it twice, that should be enough.”
Her tone was pleading, asking me to stop for today.
But as she could see in my eyes, I had absolutely no intention of stopping.
I’m not some idiot.
Whether it’s some virgin loser lurking in a corner or a decent guy with a girlfriend living a responsible life.
I can guarantee not a single one of them would be satisfied after just two rounds in a situation like this.
“Stop…, today. Please stop. My back is killing me….”
“Why are you the one deciding that?”
“Well…”
“You asked me to rape you. …If I stop just because you tell me to, is it still rape?”
I still haven’t seen enough of this woman broken.
I haven’t broken her nearly enough.
So, along with my verbal reply, I stood up, grabbed her breasts over her clothes, and smirked.
“…Then, instead of sex… I’ll do something else for you….”
“That’s no fun. …Only I feel good, you don’t get much out of it, do you?”
“I’ve already… suffered enough….”
“I said it’s not enough. I want to see you break,”
After all, the purpose of this sex is to break her.
Unless you’re a natural masochistic pervert with weird fetishes like Hinami, it’s only common sense that you wouldn’t feel physically good about losing your virginity to a man you don’t even like.
The reason she was gasping and making lewd noises was entirely different.
Getting hit by trashy articles, getting beaten down by comments.
The pent-up oppression built up steadily until she reached a point where she couldn’t even control her own body.
She was just expelling the endlessly rising stress all at once.
If you had to compare, it’s like holding your breath until you’re about to suffocate, then gasping for air.
It’s definitely not a pleasant experience, but nothing feels as refreshing as the oxygen you gasp for when you can’t hold it any longer.
Sex is probably the same for her.
It hurts like hell, and she definitely doesn’t feel good or want to do it again, but…
…the sense of liberation that comes at the end is an unforgettable experience.
“…Please. Stop for today…”
“I don’t particularly need tomorrow or later. …I want to fuck you today.”
“…”
I had to hammer that paradoxical experience into her brain, over and over again.
…Only then will Seo Jia ‘rely’ on me.
The only person who can force her to expel the stress piled up to the back of her throat.
“…Get on your knees. I’ll stop when these condoms run out.”
“…”
Ultimately, Seo Jia, unable to defy me right now, trembled as I pointed to the bed and crawled onto it.
I didn’t pity her, but felt a slight pang of sympathy, wondering if I should take it easy this time.
Vvuumm.
My pants, which I’d taken off earlier, started vibrating noisily in the pocket.
“…Unnie…?”
“Hold on.”
There were only two people who might call at this hour, so I rummaged through my discarded pants pocket, considering which one would be easier to talk to.
I turned on the loudly ringing phone and checked.
“…Your friend.”
“…”
The name of the woman who danced next to her on stage flashed on the phone screen.
…If it had been Haeun, I might not have answered right here, but…
This one’s fine.
Wouldn’t she find it amusing?
Without hesitation, I pressed the call button and put Hinami’s voice, likely sleeping downstairs, on speakerphone.
-Oppa. Where did you go? You weren’t in the room….
-I just stepped out for a bit.
-Where at this hour…?
There was no need to lie to Hinami.
Haeun would definitely get angry, but she’d only pretend to be angry.
Casually answering the phone, I climbed onto the bed and crept up beside Seo Jia, who was trying to cover her mouth.
“Get away…! “
“Why?”
Seeing me approach, Seo Jia recoiled in panic, afraid her presence might be discovered, but unfortunately, the bed wasn’t that wide.
Even with her on the phone, if anyone found out in this space, it’s only you who’d be screwed.
Following the principle of majority rule, I caressed her thigh, ignoring her barely audible moans, and continued the call.
-I just came out because I was bored. Want to come out too?
-Where is it? But, if I go out for no reason and paparazzi show up….
-It’s fine. …That won’t happen.
While gently stroking Seo Jia’s thigh as she endured with her hand clamped over her mouth, I slipped my hand further in and placed my thumb on her groin.
Then deeper, deeper inside.
“…”
Even as I rubbed my finger against the clit I’d pounded until it was engorged earlier, she squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back her moans.
…It’s quite foolish, really.
If she just listened to what I said, she’d know holding back is pointless.
It’d be one thing if she provoked me like she did last time.
-…Where are you?
-A place you’ve been before.
But if you think about it, from Seo Jia’s perspective, it would be hard to imagine Hinami being right downstairs.
She wouldn’t imagine that Hinami would come all the way here, disguised, especially so soon after the scandal broke.
While contemplating how to tease her as she futilely suppressed her moans, I put down the phone and yanked Seo Jia towards me, forcing her legs apart.
“Stop…!”
“…I can’t hear you.”
Barely audible. Ignoring her tearful, pleading lips, I placed my glans, slick with a mix of lube and semen, onto her cunt, then set the phone down on her belly button.
-Where is it, Oppa?
Hinami’s seductive voice filled the room, tickling her belly too.
-…Oppa?
Her voice asking for the location again.
To that voice, I pushed my glans in slightly, watching to see if she’d resist.
“…”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Then opened them to look at me.
Looked down at her own groin.
Confirmed nothing was there, then glared at me, her face pale.
I quite liked the varied emotional shifts on that proud woman’s face. I pulled my slightly inserted glans out and made squelching sounds into the receiver.
-…Oppa?
Hinami’s call, now slightly longer.
In response to that call, squelch, squelch.
As I answered not with words but with sounds, Hinami let out a meaningful sigh and asked me again.
-Who is it? …Next to you.
“…”
The moment she heard her friend’s cold voice, Seo Jia gasped, her breath catching.
I stared intently at her, her mouth covered by both my hands, her breath completely stopped.
After seeing her weakly shake her head side to side.
“Ugh… Euugh… Gggh…”
To Hinami, too.
I let her hear her friend’s voice, fairly.
-…Ah. Hngh… Was that it? …If you were going to do that, you should have told me.
“Ugh, hngh… Mmph… Mmph…”
Ttak-ttak.
The sound of her putting on her shoes and leaving.
But Seo Jia, still trying to cover her mouth even after hearing that sound,
“Ughh…! Haaak…, Ah, stop, mmph…”
-I’ll be right there.
Unable to endure my finger slipping under the phone and pressing hard against her lower abdomen,
More definitively.
She finally let her voice be heard by Hinami, who was rushing up from the floor below.
…Even then, she was busy covering her mouth.
She didn’t even think to pull out my cock that was buried deep inside her.
It was quite cute.
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