"Leave! I don't need you. Do you think you are the only actor here?" Asked Byong Woo.
"No!" Kim Joon's eyes beamed with sarcasm. "But I'm the only one you can have right now. Because famous actors won't choose random stories, which didn't even hit people's curiosity." He declared with arrogance.
An exasperated sigh emerged through his lips.
"Then leave it to me; I will make her sign the contract." Kim Joon firmly proclaimed and left the meeting hall.
The sun was scorching over the swimming pool. Inside the house, Soo Yun was watching TV news, which was displaying that Ho Jun was getting arrested for harassing collageous. At that time, her phone buzzed with the email notification.
First, the confusion ruled her face when she read, 'Hi, it's Actor Kim Joon from KYG entertainment company,' but when she glimpsed that email reading, 'I personally want you to be the female lead in the upcoming drama,'.
Despite that smeared some happiness in her heart, she questioned herself, "Is it a scam?"
Thereafter, she read it fully and found that the drama's producer was her husband, Byong Woo.
"Byong Woo?"
The sun disappeared and the moon appeared, bringing the dark sky.
As soon as Byong Woo entered the house, she blocked him, flashing an innocently sparkling eye.
"What?" Asked Byong Woo.
"I cooked for you," she hesitantly declared.
A leaden smile peeked his corner lips.
She smiled in return.
"Just a moment, I need to wash up first." He voiced his enthusiasm, and his feet hurried upstairs.
"Want my help?"
Her question stopped him from going forward, dragging his surprisingly wide eyes.
She downcast, embarrassed. "It's okay if you don't want it from me," her confidence simmered with disappointment.
"No! I want it from you. Everything you can do," he responded quickly. His voice stammered with nervousness while his eyes were admiring her, forgetting himself.
Both were standing facing each other as Byong Woo waited for her to undress him. She then began unbuttoning his shirt from top to bottom. As she slid it down through his shoulder, his manly voice reminded her, "If you continue it with this speed, the dinner will be spoiled before we finish bathing."
"Oh, I'm sorry." She apologized right away, took off his shirt, and her hand went straight down to his pants.
Both Byong Woo's and Soo Yun's cheeks ripened with blush.
Soo Yun looked up at him, putting her hand on his belt.
He immediately held his eyes straight at her from rolling here and there with shame.
"Are you okay with me seeing you nude?" She queried.
"Hmm..." He barely gathered his voice in front of her alluring eyes.
She then undid his pants and underwear. When his cock was exposed to her sight, he expectedly read her expression, which wasn't that special.
That made him blink with regret. "It's erect; why is she behaving normally?" The negative thoughts began to spoil his mood.
She then stood up, putting his underwear on his pants.
She turned on the shower. It began to drench his body as his eyes were hooked at her, expecting her to act dirty.
She brought the soap and lathered it on her hand before applying it on his shoulder. As soon as her hand touched her, his mood returned and made his penis erect right away.
He grasped her wrist and stopped her. Exchanging a leer, his soft voice asked, "Can you give me a blow job?"
She blinked emotionally, dropping a glance at his hard penis.
He patiently waited for her response while she observed his penis was big in size and length compared to the men who had demanded her to sleep with them before this.
"This is my demand, Soo Yun." He recalled her promise.
"Hmm." She politely mumbled before kneeling down in front of him.
As the showering water precipitated over her head, she stretched her tongue out, facing his erect penis's tip.
He grabbed her head, warning, "Don't make me wait! Come on!" He voiced his urging to feel inside her steamy tongue.
She wrapped her tongue around his penis before sucking it.
Once he felt her hot tongue twirling around his penis wall, he gasped pleasurably, feeling he wanted more, "Shh... Ha!"
Circling her tongue over his tip, which wasn't wetted with his sex liquid yet, she sucked his cock, going with leisurely speed.
"Shh... Haa... Shh... Haa..." He gasped intoxicatedly as she played it steadily, coating her desire using her hot tongue. It somewhat triggered his lust, ordering to thrust since her mouth didn't swallow his fully.
Observing his sign, she started to deepthroat him.
"Shh… Ha! Shh... Haa... Shh... Haa…"
He also thrust inside her, pressing her head against it in order to feel himself fully inside her.
The urge of sex sped up his thrust. "Shhh... Haa.. Shh... Come on! Fast!"
She also speeds up deepthroating competitively with his rapid thrust.
"Shh... Haa... Shh... Haa..."
"Hmm... hmmm… mmm..." she breathed with a moan, finding no way to take a breath.
"Shh...Ha!"
"AHHHHHHHHH....." He groaned, squealing sperm inside her.
Thrusting left over rush, groaning pleasurably, "Ah! Ah! Shh... Ah!"
At his last thrust, she ended up spilling that milky liquid over the floor since her mouth capacity was less to carry it and her throat struggled to swallow it quickly, going along with his squealing speed.
That reminded her of the harsh slap, which had been given to her from the pervert men; she offered a blowjob before this.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Byong Woo!" She quickly squatted down, covering her head, embedding her face over her knee. That fear sent a shiver down her spine, forgetting Byong Woo was her husband.
Byong Woo was confused to respond. He was breathing heavily, pressing his hand against the wall for balance, and his legs were shivering with the sensation her mouth left in his penis.
He recovered it quickly once seeing her trembling hands that were defending herself.
He knelt in front of her, approaching tenderly. "What happened?" His voice was breathless, and his thighs were still experiencing mild shiver.
It was the time she realized Byong Woo was her husband. Only then did her throbbing heart gradually return back to the normal rhythm. She sat up and looked up at his concerned face.
"What happened? Why is your body trembling?" His every word portrayed his anxiety. The way he struggled to talk in the middle of gasping heavily enunciated his care for her.
Only then a pretty smile born on her lips. "Nothing," she appeared glad to be his wife.