Chapter 90 - Chapter 94

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 94

Chapter Title: Lee Soo-ah Gets Her Shot in the Practice Room (2)

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I wonder what Lee Soo-ah is thinking.

She's got her ass perched on the barre, her lower body pinned in place by my hands gripping her waist, while her upper body has gone limp from the pleasure, flopping backward.

Her head is tilted back, her breasts heaving upward, and she's staring at her reflection in the mirror.

I can't read the minds of the women I've impregnated.

But one thing's for sure—this sex feels amazing to her right now.

She's getting turned on by her own slutty reflection in the mirror.

How do I know?

"Nghh."

The way her legs are wrapped around my waist, her pussy clenching tighter and tighter.

It's the opposite of her limp upper body.

Is she focusing all her strength in her lower half?

Or is it just her pussy's instinctive grip?

I thrust my hips up, pulling her slack upper body against mine as I cum, and she clings to me, savoring the afterglow.

"Hnn..."

A short moan escapes as she bites my neck—adorably belated.

Spurt, spurt, splurt.

When I pull out, semen leaks from her pussy while she's still hugging me, visible in the mirror.

The spotless practice room floor is already soaked with her juices, now mixed with my cum.

I shift her to the side, peeling off Lee Soo-ah who's clinging to me like a cicada.

"Just a little longer..."

As I try to set her down, she locks eyes with me, pleading desperately.

After suffering through morning sickness all day, her eyes look so relieved that I can't refuse.

"Yeah. I'll give you more.

I lower her legs, letting her track pants and panties slide down naturally, then step on them to the floor before scooping her up lightly and turning her around.

This time, I position her upper body draped over the barre, pressing from behind so her ass sticks out as she leans forward.

Her lower half fully exposed, her top rolled up over her breasts, which dangle freely below the bar.

Like drying salted mackerel, I slide into her still-warm pussy, and her half-visible expression in the mirror turns lewd.

The nation's first love.

No man in Korea has ever seen this slutty look on Lee Soo-ah, the next-gen pure actress.

It's mine alone.

To get a better look, I hilt deep inside her, bend her forward more, and lift her chin.

Now her face is fully reflected in the mirror, and I glance at it.

"Feels good?"

At first, it was just something I said to Im Hyeji or Lee Soo-ah without much expectation.

One of those lines you see in porn that you're not supposed to say, something to enjoy whatever reaction comes.

But now, it's a question I'm half-certain about.

Her answer doesn't matter, nor does her biting her lip in denial.

During sex, the body speaks even without words.

It's honest.

Her downcast gaze is just momentary shame; the instinct peeking at the mirror can't be hidden. Her eyes are glued to her slutty face and the cock plunging in and out of her pussy below.

"Y-yeah... Hnn... Hnng... Hnnkk..."

Short, honest moans with every thrust. I grab her flailing arms, tie them with one hand, and yank back to her waist. Her upper body lifts, making her tits jiggle even more obscenely in the mirror.

Pink nipples and areolas bouncing up and down, flicking toward the mirror like they're shooting out, while her juices drip endlessly below. Unable to watch, Lee Soo-ah turns her head away.

And I can't watch either.

"Fuck, that's hot. A celebrity getting fucked and squirting all over the practice room she'll be drilling in all day tomorrow."

I bind both arms with one hand, squeezing and kneading her bouncing tits with the other—one side jiggling wildly, creating a stimulating scene.

Her upright torso at a slant, erector spinae running from her neck to her ass.

Every pelvic slam flattens her ass cheeks, surging my ejaculation urge again.

Slap! Slap!

I ramp up the speed, prepping for my second load.

As the second batch pushes into her half-full womb, Lee Soo-ah's legs—raised on tiptoes—start trembling violently.

Her crossed, gripped hands splay out, trying to release the sharp pleasure. Her tensed erector spinae contracts as her body shudders—visible to me.

I slowly but firmly squeeze the tit in my hand, clenching my ass to focus and pump every last drop into her womb.

"Whew."

This time, no pullout. I hoist Lee Soo-ah up, tilt her head back, and tangle our tongues.

Mmwah. Mmwah.

Standing finish: groping her tits while swapping spit.

Filled top to bottom, we stay locked like that for a good while, basking in satisfaction.

Lying spread-eagle on the floor, Lee Soo-ah murmured languidly.

"I finally feel alive."

"IV drip working its magic?"

"Yeah... This shot hits just right."

Even with her pussy fully exposed, she thumbs-up—less shameless, more like she can't even move.

"Huh?"

Her reaction comes a beat later.

"How's it feel?"

Time to see the real IV effects kick in.

I'd learned the fatigue recovery ability originally eases the recipient's exhaustion, boosts stamina to endure pregnancy and birth.

But higher levels bring effects beyond basic 1-2 level stuff.

Jumping to levels 4 and 5 at once added talent grade-ups— no specifics listed, but definitely helpful for Lee Soo-ah.

Originally, I planned to level the recovery for her as an epitaph-like booster: less fatigue in practice, lighter on stage.

But level 4 demanded 80P suddenly—not disappointment, but excitement. Level 5 took 120P, totaling 200P plus an S-grade magic stone for what was supposed to be cheap.

So, no need to upgrade others.

200P for two talent +1s? Way pricier than minor stuff.

"Is this what I think it is?"

"Honestly, no clue. Just leveled it. Try it out."

"...Legs are too shaky..."

Lee Soo-ah rose with trembling anticipation, despite her words.

Fully recharged with semen, she stood effortlessly.

Only then noticing her top rolled up exposing her breasts, pants and panties shed inside-out like a snakeskin, she hurriedly fixed herself.

Bending to grab her pants, she glances back, hand over her holes.

"You're blocking too sloppily? I see everything."

"Ugh... Don't look."

"Don't look?"

"...You're such a perv? Ugh, sticky. Wanna wash up."

Her juice-soaked panties had dried. Dressed, she cleared her throat and sang lightly.

"I love you~♪"

Ignoring me, her live ballad starts calm, flowing smoothly without tremor, in her beautiful voice.

Even I, former basement-dwelling NEET, know Lee Soo-ah's songs.

Idol days: dance tracks I'd hum. Solo: ballads with soft voice and soaring highs, hugely popular.

I was one of them.

Her emotive high notes filled the vast room, pleasing my ears.

Clap, clap, clap.

Couldn't not applaud my private show.

I rarely get moved by this, but I get why her concerts sell out in seconds.

Not just me.

"...Kang Jik."

"Yeah?"

"What is this? For real?"

"...?"

"...This possible? With abilities?"

Sure, tons of non-combat hunters exist.

Some useless in dungeons shine in daily life or arts.

But that's it.

If abilities alone sufficed, arts would've been overrun by powered folks long ago.

Superpower tricks aren't 'talent'.

"So this is... talent..."

Lee Soo-ah murmured throatily, hand to neck.

Then she dashed to play music, dancing to choreography.

Flashy yet fluid.

Curves flowing with gestures.

Song and dance merge, leaving me agape.

Solo singing: soft ballad.

Dance: explosive dance track.

No big moves, yet dazzling precision holds the eyes.

Finishing breathless, she looks at me, eyes quivering.

Catching her conflicted gaze, I smile.

"You can do this at the show, right?"

"..."

Inevitable contract. Deal.

That's the root of conquering Lee Soo-ah.

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