【The Tragedy of a Beautiful Woman】(Part 1) Author: Diver No. 1

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Author: Diver No. 1
Word Count: 11084

(Part 1)

"Ring! Ring!"

The phone rang.

Hearing the clicking sounds from inside, I ran to the phone in my slippers and picked it up: "
Aniseyo!"

"Aniseyo!"

A man's voice came through the phone: "Is this Ms. Han Jiaren?"

"Yes!"

I nodded, holding the phone.

"I'm here to inform you of some news."

The man's tone was very formal.

"Yes!"

I nodded again.

"Regarding the role you applied for in our production team, we already have someone in mind."

Although I had anticipated this outcome, I still felt an indescribable sadness.

I looked up, sighed, picked up the phone, and answered in as calm a tone as possible: "Yes! I understand.
" "Well then, goodbye!"

The man ended the call.

Listening to the dial tone, I slammed the phone down on the landline.

I don't know how many times I've been rejected by the production team.

Since marrying my husband, Yeon Jung-hoon, my career, like most top actresses after marriage, has seen a sharp decline
in popularity .

I had mentally prepared myself for fewer film offers, but in reality, things weren't as I imagined.

Aside from appearing in "Witch Yoo Hee" last year (2007), I haven't received any film or television offers for three whole years, from 2005 until now . The only drama roles I've had were accepted
after I promised to only take one-third of my usual fee . As a result, I've been a housewife for three years. Frankly speaking, in the entire entertainment industry, besides my looks and popularity, my acting skills are also quite reliable ; I shouldn't be completely outdated just because I got married. But the reality is, I'm practically outdated now—I have no film or television offers, and even after lowering my price, I haven't received any response. Undoubtedly, someone is sabotaging me, but who could it be? I felt incredibly frustrated, as if I couldn't breathe . I angrily lay on the sofa, flailing my limbs. "Click!" The door opened. I took a deep breath, regaining my composure, and sat on the sofa in a normal posture. I watched my husband, Yeon Jung-hoon, walk in alone. The formalities of greeting were completely unnecessary. Four years of marriage hadn't been pleasant; years of living together had made me realize my husband wasn't a reliable man. But what truly pained me was that I could no longer feel any love between us— a complete tragedy. I glanced at him, a perfunctory response to his return. He plopped down opposite me. Four years ago, he would have sat right next to me, whispering sweet nothings. Since our marriage, his career hadn't improved much compared to mine; it seemed to be due to someone else's influence, but now he, like me, had no film or endorsement deals. He tossed his coat aside, said nothing, and silently took out a cigarette, lighting it and exhaling wisps smoke. My eyebrows furrowed. Although as an actor, I should be accustomed to smoking, my limit was merely tolerance , not habit. And he was smoking in front of me more and more frequently. Last time, last time, last time... I counted in my mind, he smoked in front of me almost every day for the past month, more times in total than in the past four years. Perhaps my place in his heart is less than the cigarette in his mouth! I watched him exhale smoke . "Did you find any film offers today?" He shook his head, took a deep drag, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and remained silent. His face looked stiff, but his eyes were shifty. "Are you hiding something from me?" I said casually. Hearing my words, he tensed up like a wild animal caught by its tail, his eyes fixed on me, a mixture of guilt, relief, and gloom on his face, his expression constantly shifting, finally managing a smile. But I only felt a chill run down my spine, like a tiger smiling at its prey. "No." He smiled warmly, and I knew that besides being my husband, he was also a professional actor. "Things might be turning around." Truly a professional actor! I sneered inwardly. If he had said this a year ago, I might have believed him, but now, we know each other inside and out, and besides, this wasn't the first time he'd said this to me. What a lame excuse. Seeing my disdain, he seemed annoyed, but he held back, calmly saying, "I'll be back early tonight , so don't go out. Stay home and prepare dinner!" I was completely confused, and he didn't say anything more. He picked up his clothes, walked to the entryway, and suddenly turned back, saying, "If you need anything, use this card." He took out a card from his wallet, and I took it, my suspicions growing. "By the way, do you remember Mina?" To his seemingly random question, I answered calmly, "Yes, why?" "I saw someone." "Who?" "Mina." He left. As a woman, I instinctively felt a sense of foreboding, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Thinking about what I'd experienced over the past four years, I had a feeling he must know something. I needed help. I patiently scrolled through my contacts. "This won't do; that won't do either." When I reached Ha Ji-won's name on the list, I paused, pondering. I first met Ha Ji-won in 2002 when I had a cameo role in "Hunter of the Sun." At that time, I had just debuted, while Ha Ji-won had already been in the industry for two years and was already playing leading roles in dramas. To me, Ha Ji-won was undoubtedly a senior. Fortunately, she is an easygoing person, and there was no instance of a senior being harsh towards a junior.

After we met, Unnie and I felt an instant connection, and we gradually became best friends.

Unnie is three years older than me, and I especially admire her dedication to working in the industry; I know I could
never achieve that level.

Whenever she asks me why I can't, I always reply, "Maybe I'm not ruthless enough!" Shower.

In the bathroom, under the shower, water streamed down my face.

In the mirror, a naked woman, with long, shiny black hair reaching her shoulders, though not particularly voluptuous, had
a certain curve. Shower finished .

I felt a little better.

The house felt empty.

I hated this feeling, not because of emptiness or loneliness, but simply a sense of dread.

We arranged to meet at a celebrity-owned restaurant in Myeongdong at 2 PM.

I started choosing clothes.

However, there weren't many left to choose from, and I couldn't help but wonder who was responsible for all of this.

After much deliberation, I finally decided on a white linen round-neck top and a matching white straight skirt.

Putting on stockings and high heels, a beautiful woman appeared in the mirror.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I reapplied bright red lipstick, put on wide-rimmed sunglasses and a large black hat.

A slight smile appeared on my lips.

A woman's mood really does improve when she's dressed up! For a moment, I forgot how terrible my
surroundings were.

When I appeared at the coffee shop, maintaining my composure, I finally felt that lively
atmosphere , only sadly, it was unlikely I'd ever experience that again.

I sat down at my reserved table, and fans occasionally came up for autographs and photos. After a while, things calmed down again. I
wasn't worried about the cost of this date—although it was expensive, and I was almost bankrupt,
the card Yeon Jung-hoon gave me had a considerable amount of money.

What a show-off! I mocked him inwardly.

Not long after, the coffee shop was bustling with people again.

"You look beautiful today!"

My unnie sat down next to me without ceremony.

Hearing her envious words, even though I tried to suppress it, a secret thrill rose within me. I glanced at
her outfit: a fiery red sleeveless dress, bright red lipstick, her hair pulled back, heavy makeup—a glamorous look that contrasted sharply with
her innocent face, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

I composed myself. "How should I put it?"

"Before, you seemed more like a pure, cute little girl, but now you look so
alluring, full of womanly charm." "

Unnie's eloquence is truly captivating. If you were a commentator, all the other commentators would be out of a job
."

My tone shifted, looking at Unnie's face. "But, Unnie looks beautiful today too! Even I'm smitten
."

For once, I smiled happily.

"Hey Hyun-joo, why are you being so attentive today? What's up?"

(Note: Han Ga-in, real name Kim Hyun-joo) I sighed helplessly. "Unnie's eyes are sharp."

She changed her tone, her face showing concern: "What's wrong?"

My mind was a mess, and I blurted out, "So annoying!"

Seeing my expression, Unnie laughed and scolded, "You silly girl!"

I could only sigh helplessly, listening to the piano music from the coffee shop, without saying a word.

We sat there quietly like that for a while, and then I spoke: "Unnie, do you know
this ?"

Hearing my deep voice, her face became serious, her eyes seeming to pierce through to the heart. "
Why ?"

I composed myself and told her everything about my acting experiences over the past four years, my current situation, and
my conversation .

The frustration of the past few days seemed to be temporarily released, and my mood was much calmer.

I looked at Unnie; she didn't say a word, just sat quietly, her brows tightly furrowed.

After a long silence, Unnie finally spoke, "Your situation might be worse than I imagine—if it
's all true."

"What's wrong, Unnie!"

I asked softly.

She stared at me intently, making me uneasy.

"I hope you can get out of here unscathed."

Her words were cryptic, leaving me startled. "What do you mean?"

"I suspect someone in the industry has targeted you."

"Isn't that obvious? Of course I know someone's targeting me, but South Korea is a society governed by law!"

She gave a forced smile. "South Korea is a society governed by law, that's true, but don't be naive, little sister—"
Unnie whispered in my ear, "They'll create some vital points to control you."

"They can eat me?"

I pouted.

"Not bad, not far off!"

Her hesitant manner made my heart pound like I was on a rollercoaster. I couldn't help but ask,
"What's going on?"

She said calmly, "There's a precedent!"

Her words were like a thunderbolt to me; anyone feeling insecure would be terrified.

I shivered, breaking out in a cold sweat. I forced a smile that looked more like a grimace
. "Unnie, are you kidding

me?" "Why would I lie to you?"

She pouted.

"Who?"

She mouthed the words, and I whispered them aloud, "Song—Hye—Kyo!" "

How is that possible?"

Unable to hide my shock, I looked around frantically and leaned closer.

"How do you know?"

"I don't know!"

She answered bluntly, "I don't know anything."

She was completely unyielding, wearing an innocent smile—acting like a child at her age, I
thought to myself.

I wanted to dig deeper, but she kept dodging the question, making me furious.

But I didn't know what to do. The sheer volume of information overwhelmed me, leaving me unable to think clearly.

Seeing my silence, Unnie suddenly spoke up, "Hyunjoo, it's no longer safe for you in South Korea. Go abroad
!"

Her expression was serious; she wasn't joking.

Even though I was mentally prepared for my situation, I still couldn't help but gasp in surprise upon hearing her suggestion.
"A voice? Has my situation really become this dire?" Seeing my incredulous expression, Oni
spoke , "I'm afraid if you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave at all—" "How could that be—and where can I go?"

I said, completely lost.

"You're practically blacklisted now. You can't survive in the industry anymore.
If you continue working in the country, I'm worried they won't let you off the hook—" Oni's words were sincere; she looked at me with concern, but I
felt a chill in my heart.

"Go abroad and hide. China, Japan, America, anything is fine. Hmm, don't stay in the country."

I didn't say a word, simply burying my head in my food, picking up the menu, and ordering seven or eight more dishes.

I saw her looking at me like I was a monster. "What's wrong?"

"Why did you order so much food? You can't finish it all?"

"Take it to go."

I uttered those two words softly, and Oni stared in disbelief.

...When I left the coffee shop, I was still in a daze. I couldn't imagine that my situation could be so bad—
if it really was.

The price I paid was enormous given the methods they used.

Before I knew it, I had reached the entrance of the apartment building. I checked my watch; it was six in the afternoon.

The elevator doors opened, I stepped in, and with a metallic click, they closed and began to ascend.

A "ding" sounded, and the elevator doors opened again.

The hallway was dimly lit, and at the end of the hallway was a door leading to our apartment.

A beam of light shone from the ceiling fan. There was

someone inside.

Who was it? Him, Yeon Jung-hoon? Or—? I didn't know.

Like most horror movies, the unknown is the most terrifying.

I felt a little paranoid, or rather, I was easily frightened.

I walked lightly, but the crisp clicking of high heels on the floor still echoed in the hallway.

What if someone was lying in wait for me?

This absurd thought crossed my mind, but in fact, nothing happened until I reached the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief, took out my keys as usual, and opened the door.

My gaze passed through the entryway, and I saw my husband, Yeon Jung-hoon, standing in the living room.

Very quiet! I felt a little relieved, changed into slippers, and stepped out of the entryway.

My heart pounded with each step.

He sat expressionless on the sofa.

"Why are you back so late?"

I waved the food I was carrying.

He didn't ask any more questions. I had no time for anything else, so I simply pulled out my suitcase and started packing.

Time inside felt endless. I stuffed my documents and cash into my bag, grabbed my suitcase, and hurried away.

"Where are you going?"

he asked.

I turned back. "Going on a trip."

"You look terrible, and you're stuttering."

"Am I?" I forced a smile.

I'll just stay at Unnie's for a few days, I decided, turned around, and grabbed my suitcase to leave.

Strangely, he neither asked me any more questions nor stopped me.

But that suited me perfectly. I didn't think much of it and quickly left.

I walked hurriedly from the corridor to the elevator. When I reached the elevator, my phone suddenly rang.

I pressed the button and took out my phone.

"Annyeong!"

"Long time no see, Ga-in unnie.

" Although I hadn't heard that voice for four years, I could definitely recognize it as Seo Mina's voice.

I was completely confused. "What do you want?" "

You'll know when we meet!" That was all she said before hanging up.

My doubts deepened. Just then, the elevator doors opened with a ding, and a glamorous office lady appeared.

Seeing her, my mouth dropped open, and a sense of foreboding washed over me.

"Hello! Ga-in unnie."

I was about to speak when she suddenly rushed up and covered my mouth with a white handkerchief.

I struggled, reaching out to grab her, but my hands felt limp and powerless. Even my eyelids felt
incredibly heavy, and I finally lost consciousness.

I opened my eyes, unable to move, bound.

I looked around; it seemed to be my home, in the living room.

I blinked. Two people were sitting at the dining table, a man and a woman. The woman seemed to be Seo Mina.

Just then, footsteps approached, and I quickly ducked my head.

"Go see if she's awake?"

It was a man's voice.

Another man walked over; his slippers, feet, and trousers all gave me a familiar feeling. I
jerked my head up.

It was indeed him, Yeon Jung-hoon.

"She's awake,"

the man said, quite pleased.

He walked up to me, and Xu Meina immediately placed a chair behind him.

I looked up, silently observing them for a long time before finally speaking, "What are you doing?"

The man didn't speak, and Yeon Jung-hoon simply watched me from the side. It was Xu Meina who spoke, her face
beaming "Playing a game."

All this trouble just to play a game with me? I struggled angrily, like a wounded wild animal, but
to no avail .

Xu Meina knelt before the man, her posture subservient, massaging
his crotch as she unzipped his pants. A penis sprang out, hitting her face. She grinned and licked the head like
a lollipop.

"Zhengxun, go get the machine."

Hearing the man's words, Yan Zhengxun obeyed like a dog, bustling about.

When he brought the machine in front of me, pointing it at me, a chill ran down my spine.

A camera used for filming movies.

This was meant to ruin my reputation! They'd even come to make porn! "Chairman, look, that woman's face is pale with fright
!"

I knew she was talking about me, but I had no chance of escape. Suicide? The man pressed Xu Meina's
head down. "Lick it properly!"

The woman winked at the man right in front of me, then actually
swallowed .

It looked to be about twenty centimeters long, practically plunging down my throat. It made me feel nauseous.

Her tongue deftly licked and sucked at the glans, her fingers gripping the shaft and stroking it, her head
moving rapidly back and forth, making hissing sounds.

I felt utterly disgusted by this lewd behavior and turned my head away, preferring to ignore it.

After an unknown amount of time, the man pressed Xu Meina's head back, making her groan,
before ejaculating into her mouth.

Xu Meina carefully cleaned herself, licking the glans until it glistened, then her expression turned murderous again.

The man reached into Xu Meina's blouse and said, "Give her methamphetamine."

"Yes, Chairman!"

Looking at Yan Zhengxun's obedient appearance, a sense of despair rose in my heart.

I didn't quite understand the term, but I knew they had ill intentions.

Yan Zhengxun came over with a syringe and stuck it into my hand.

There was no way to escape.

The needle pierced my hand, and I tried to pull away, but Yan Zhengxun held my wrist down.

A cold, stinging pain, followed by a tingling sensation in my wrist.

A wave of blissful pleasure, like floating on clouds, washed over me, leaving me feeling refreshed and intoxicated… The squelching sounds
of spitting, the rolling of her throat, no longer seemed unpleasant; instead, they stirred a restless
desire within me.

I exhaled and clenched my teeth.

The pain in my tongue instantly snapped me back to reality.

Looking at the indulgent couple before me, and then at my blank-faced husband beside me, I felt a strange sense of profound realization
, a profound disillusionment with life! I had heard that biting one's tongue to commit suicide doesn't actually kill you; the real cause of death is suffocation from the tongue
blocking the airway, or death from blood loss and shock.

But that no longer mattered! With all my courage, I bit down, my mouth instantly filled with a salty, metallic taste.

"She's trying to commit suicide!"

I seemed to hear the man's voice, my head spinning, my body feeling lightheaded.

I don't know how much time passed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was still at home, still those three people, but this time, I noticed a braces were in my mouth
.

Xu Mina stood before me. "Do you know why you're in this situation?"

I couldn't speak, only able to look at her helplessly.

"You can only blame yourself. With such beauty, you found such a useless husband who can't even protect
his woman."

She sighed. "Do you know, unnie, Yeon Jung-hoon dumped me to pursue you?
Did you know how furious I was?"

"What do I lack compared to you? Are you kidding me?"

Her affected voice made me feel nauseous. I just looked at her coldly.

"Mina is naturally a beauty, otherwise I wouldn't have tried to get you, but compared to Jiaren,
she's prettier."

The man's face was all smiles. I felt neither sadness nor joy, but two cool tears welled up in my eyes.

"The chairman is such a pervert, he's tried so many tricks on me. After getting my hands on Unnie, he'll definitely try them
all on her—I'll take charge."

"Okay!"

the man replied simply, patting her head.

"Don't worry, Unnie, we'll be best friends soon!"

Xu Mina giggled, then swallowed the penis again.

Best friends! I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cellar, my heart turned ice-cold, and tears flowed uncontrollably, fueled by
fear.

The room was quiet, but the sounds of Xu Mina swallowing became unusually loud, and I was completely disoriented.

"Jung-hoon, lick your wife."

Hearing the man's order, Yeon Jung-hoon looked surprised.

The man continued, "After it's done, you'll report to the 'East of Eden' film crew, and your 2
billion won debt will be wiped clean, but on the condition that—" "Don't disobey my orders,"

the man said sternly.

After hearing the man's words, I saw the joy on his face.

He excitedly walked up to me, and without a word, forcefully spread my legs and
lifted my skirt amidst my gasp.

Underneath were pantyhose, and over that, only underwear.

He stared intently at my genitals. Although he was my husband, I felt an
unspeakable shame.

With the sound of my underwear and pantyhose tearing, I completely broke down, bursting into uncontrollable sobs.
My vision blurred, my voice became indistinct, and all my senses seemed to focus on my genitals.

I felt something warm, soft, licking me. He grabbed my thighs,
parted my labia with his tongue, and slipped inside. My genitals gradually felt hot and itchy.

I slowly stopped crying; the tears stopped flowing, and my vision slowly cleared.

Xu Meina was wearing an office lady outfit, like a secretary's uniform.

She faced me, holding onto the chair in front of her. Her hair, which had been tied up, was now loose, her shirt was open at
the chest , and her black bra was pulled down to her neck. Her two round, firm breasts swayed with her body, and her black
pencil skirt was rolled up over her buttocks.

The man was already naked. He grabbed Xu Meina from behind and
slapped repeatedly.

Xu Meina's head bobbed in front of me, and she let out wanton moans.

"Ah—President, faster—Meina feels so good—ah—Meina is going to be fucked to death by the president—
ah—" "Slut, louder, let your new sister learn from you!"

He chuckled at me.

I blushed, and suddenly I heard her scream, and she went limp in front of me.

The man's penis emerged from behind Xu Meina's buttocks. He kicked Yan Zhengxun away, and his penis, covered in
semen pointed in the air as he walked towards me.

I struggled to pull away, but it was futile. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his
hard thing into my mouth.

The taste was strange, indescribable, and I felt nauseous.

I felt him shove the entire shaft inside, even the glans hitting my esophagus.

I gagged violently, my hands bound behind my back, unable to resist.

Suddenly, I felt that warm sensation again, something soft and moving beneath me.

Judging from the movements, it was Xu Meina licking me.

I gagged uncontrollably, the nausea lasting for what seemed like forever, until finally, the man shuddered and
ejaculated in my mouth.

I have absolutely no liking for oral sex in AV films.

My mouth was filled with his penis and thick semen, but he kept holding my head down, and I couldn't break free.
Finally, driven by the instinct for survival, my body gulped down what was in my mouth.

The man released me with satisfaction. The moment his penis left my mouth, Xu Meina grabbed it and put it in her
own mouth . Under her licking, his penis quickly overcame its refractory period and became hard again.

Xu Meina's hand was clenched so tightly her fingers couldn't close, and she kept saying
things

My face flushed red. This wasn't a performance from an AV film, nor was it the feigned flattery of a prostitute to a client
, but she acted so lewdly, completely undetectable as if she were acting—to the point that I
felt a sense of solemnity towards her wanton behavior.

The man walked back to me with his hard penis, and I turned my head away.

He spread my legs.

I watched as he grasped his penis, pried open my labia, inserted the glans, and thrust it
in, pushing the entire thing in until his hips slammed heavily against my buttocks. A tingling, throbbing sensation shot through my lower body. I opened my mouth

wide, but no sound came out. He hooked his penis around my knees, pulled it out until only the tip remained, then thrust it back in, his movements wide and forceful. My buttocks felt burning hot. At the same time, a warm current seemed to rise through my body, both tingling and numb. Each movement felt like a fleshy rod being driven into my stomach—terrifying, yet filling my body with unprecedented stimulation. Suddenly, the braces in my mouth were removed. I looked up. It was Xu Meina. She covered my mouth with her tongue as . I tried to bite her, but she pinched my cheeks. I struggled, whimpering. As time passed, the pleasure in my body gradually built up to a peak. I felt like I had run a 400-meter lap. My body began to lack oxygen. I felt my body shaking violently, my breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Suddenly, my body cramped up. I straightened my body forcefully, my waist arching upwards as if to cooperate with the man's rape. It lasted for several seconds. I actually climaxed under the man's rape, and I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. As soon as Xu Meina released my mouth, I cried out in shame. Amidst my sobs, I felt my hands being untied, and then I felt myself being placed on the bed. But throughout this process, I just kept crying. Sobbing loudly, I instinctively hugged whatever I could hold onto, without any thought of resisting. In what seemed like the footage controlled by him, Yan Zhengxun, I shamelessly hugged the man who raped me, spreading my legs on the bed to cooperate with his movements. I don't know why I did that at the time. Later I learned it was because of the drugs they had given me. In a daze, the man pushed my shirt and bra up to my chest, and the coolness on my chest changed, followed by burning sensation on my breasts. My nipples were pinched and rubbed by warm fingertips. Like burying my head in the sand, I turned my head away and closed my eyes, as if that would make everything disappear, but the sensations in my body were real. The impact beneath me and the kneading of my chest stimulated me. The tears stopped again; the tears of shame could no longer flow. I breathed heavily, trying to control the unbearable desires surging within me. My mouth was slightly open, my face looking like a bitter smile, filled with an unspeakable bitterness. Suddenly, my chin was pinched, and I was facing the man's gaze. I frantically looked away. "Why are you hiding?" he said teasingly, hooking my legs around my knees and pressing them against my chest. With each thrust of his hips , I felt increasingly unbearable, so I simply gave in, covering my face with my hands and letting the man torment me. Without sight, I heard the "slap slap slap" sounds, feeling an electric shock-like tingling sensation below my body. My buttocks were burning from the slaps, but the indescribable feeling that followed each burning sensation gradually made me forget all the unpleasantness. "Ah...oh...um...humph..." It was unimaginable. Yeon Jung-hoon looked at his wife on the screen, and she couldn't help but moan aloud. Was this self-destructive behavior? The woman on the screen had distinct skin tones. Her neck and waist were covered in white clothing, while her skin below and in the middle was even whiter. The camera panned to her genitals. Thick pubic hair contrasted sharply with the smooth skin around it. The hair thinned further down, revealing a pinkish vertical slit that extended downwards. Further down, a thick, fleshy penis stretched the labia apart. Zooming in, the penis was covered in swollen blue veins. When it withdrew, it brought out the pinkish mucous membrane of the everted labia; when it inserted, it was embedded in the vagina. The camera focused on this monotonous insertion and withdrawal, then panned to the woman's face. Suddenly, I felt a bright light and opened my eyes. The man gripped my wrists, pressing them to his sides. His eyes were wide, and his body heaved as he looked at me. My screams abruptly stopped, and I could only gasp for breath, my chest heaving violently. He stared greedily at my chest. "Ah!" I cried out, my body twisting, but my hands couldn't break free. "Ha...ha...ha..." My panting echoed in the room, a tingling, numb sensation emanating from my chest. Coupled with the man's movements below, my body writhed uncomfortably. After a while, I couldn't but let out a low "Ah," as if I were suffocating, my body feeling light and airy, as if my soul had left my body. The camera panned to the woman on the screen, who looked like a trapped beast. Her once fair face was now contorted, her small hands unable to escape the man's grasp, instead clutching the sheets on either side. Her round, white legs were crossed on the man's bare buttocks, her feet stretched out straight. Yeon Jung-hoon coldly watched the couple having sex, his lips tightly pressed together, and turned the camera to the woman's face. Her face was still contorted, her body twisted like a boiled shrimp. Maintaining this position, the man's movements suddenly accelerated. He breathed through his mouth, his movements as fast as a sprint. The woman's body collapsed first, her tense frame instantly going limp. The man let out a series of roars, his hip thrusts so fast that the woman screamed incessantly, her head hitting the headboard. A short while later, the man let out a groan of pleasure, then his hips and buttocks slammed into the woman's buttocks a few times, grinding against hers. The man shuddered a few times, like someone who had been holding their urine for a long time finally finding a place to relieve themselves, revealing...

A relaxed smile appeared on his face as he slowly leaned over the woman.

The man was heavy.

I breathed heavily, my mind a jumble of thoughts, not knowing what I was thinking.

After what seemed like an eternity, the man on top of me got up.

He looked at me, his face full of admiration, and said, "Your body is so soft!" He

then rubbed my chest again.

I didn't know what to do. Instinctively, I flinched away like a small prey, turning my head away to avoid seeing
anything .

But this man, like a hunter manipulating his prey,

positioned me face down in front of the camera.

I lowered my head in shame, letting my long, loose hair cover everything.

Even if it was just self-deception.

I leaned forward, gripping the sheets in front of me.

Suddenly, I felt a warm touch on my waist, and then my position changed—
my buttocks were lifted up by the man behind me.

"Ah!"

My hair was suddenly pulled back, and I cried out in pain, my head snapping back.

My gaze shifted back, and I saw the man grabbing my hair, his engorged penis in one hand, and
pressing it towards my buttocks.

A flicker of fear crossed my pupils.

I felt my lower body slowly being stretched open, warm, little by little, slowly being filled, a numb and tingling sensation.

I clenched my teeth.

Suddenly, the man behind me thrust forcefully, filling me completely, and I cried out in discomfort.

I felt my skin pressed against the man's behind me again.

My lower body felt full, but like being hungry and then full, I experienced a sense of satisfaction.

Yeon Jung-hoon, watching the live sex show before him, couldn't help but feel his blood boil. He panted heavily and
pointed his wife, Han Ga-in.

Her eyes were closed, her face showing a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The camera panned to their backs, revealing the man's abdominal muscles and the woman's bare waist and buttocks pressed tightly together.

The man began to move.

He continued to withdraw his penis until only the head remained before thrusting it all the way in,
slapping , like a knight riding a horse.

How shameful! This was probably the only thing left in my heart.

Being forced into this position during intercourse, humiliated by the man's slapping of my buttocks, yet my body
still couldn't help but succumb to the man's methods, feeling no different from those lowly women.

My mind was clear, but I felt no sadness, only shame, an unbearable
embarrassment. Yet, simultaneously, my body and mind experienced unprecedented stimulation, my desires were satisfied.

I felt the man behind me accelerating, felt the slapping of my buttocks, that intoxicating
feeling made me close my eyes.

I tilted my head back, and suddenly, I felt the man's penis pierce my body like a sharp spear. My
throat roared out a high-pitched "Ah," "Oh," "Uh," the primal syllables stirring my heart.

I buried my head in my arms, screaming freely, screaming with all my might, until the tide-like
sensation receded from my body, and I slumped into silence.

Yeon Jung-hoon looked at the man and woman in the video. The woman had her head down, her dress
partially concealing her face, but her fair skin, slender figure, and shapely legs gave her a unique
charm.

He swallowed hard, watching the man behind her grip her slender waist with his thick hands, roaring
as he slammed his hips against her buttocks. Finally, his body trembled uncontrollably as he collapsed onto her snow-white
back.

Yeon Jung-hoon turned away. He knew the woman before him no longer belonged to him, even though she was his wife.

But so what? As long as he revived his career in the entertainment industry, he wouldn't have trouble finding beautiful women.

Thinking this, Yeon Jung-hoon's past sorrows vanished, and a relaxed smile finally appeared on his face.

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