The man in the room had already started pounding her in large movements. Tang Gu continued crying, and she was f*cked so hard that her sobs were heaving.
Even though they were simulating a s*x scene, but that meat stick would bump against the core between her legs every single time. This made her feel a sense of realism both physically and mentally, as though she was really being r*ped.
She bawled in her state of depression and sadness. After an unknown period of time, the man hastily thrusted a few more times into her, then a gush of s*men spilled onto her abdomen.
Ye Fu raised her head curiously. The movie king was panting as he gave a post-orgasmic expression. His face was covered in a sheen of perspiration, and the corners of his eyes were misty, while his entire topless chest was covered with mottled scars.
After he cl*maxed, he took a cigarette by the side and held it between his lips, then said to Tang Gu, who was still lying on the bed, “Come, help Brother light it up.”
There was a fleeting moment when Ye Fu felt that she wasn’t acting. It was as though she had really been r*ped by the man before her, and he was still asking her to light his cigerette.
Shaking, she tried to get up, but her legs were too weak. Just now, the man had pressed her legs down as he “f*cked” her for a few minutes, so her legs were now weak as mush.
She shyly turned her face away, but her tears were filling up her eyes.
“So delicate?” The man mumbled before lighting the cigarette himself and blew the smoke onto her face. His voice was raspy as he said, “From today onwards, I’m your man. Remember your man’s name.”
“My name is Yu Chibei.”
“Cut!”
When the director ended the scene, the first thing Cen Luan did was to find some clothes and cover Ye Fu with them. Ye Fu was still crying. She was the typical actress who took a long time to get into her role, and an even longer time to walk out of it.
The director felt that the scene in the room wasn’t good enough, so he asked them to do another take.
However, Ye Fu’s condition wasn’t too good.
Hence, Cen Luan said, “Wait for a while. I need a break.”
When the director heard this, he was reminded that Cen Luan had really c*mmed in the scene, and he couldn’t resist sneering, “If you continue to film like this, it won’t be long before you’ll be sucked dry of your s*men and die. Can’t you control yourself more?”
Ye Fu really wanted to dig a hole and hide inside.
She didn’t think that the director would rebuke the movie king this way.
What was even more expected, was that the movie king would, in the midst of shooting, really “shoot” it out.
And, she was also wet.
Ye Fu hugged her legs, hiding her head between them like an ostrich, not daring to look up.
“Fine. I’ll give you ten minutes, and we’ll do another take. If we can clear it in one take, we’ll be done for the day.” Once Director Xu finished saying this, he closed the door and walked out.
The sky was already dark outside. During the scene of the bank robbery, a number of extras had NG-ed, hence they had to film a few more times before they completed that scene.
Only Ye Fu and Cen Luan remained in the room. The floor was still covered with cigarette butts, and the entire room smelled of cigarettes. There was also a fishy smell – the smell of s*men.
Initially, Ye Fu wanted to look up, but when she smelled that scent, she didn’t dare to do so anymore.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t discuss this with you beforehand. Are you alright?” Cen Luan asked softly.
Ye Fu shook her head lightly. She didn’t dare to look up, and her voice was nasal after all that crying, making her sound exceptionally pitiful. “I understand. In order to create realistic reactions, the director would sometimes deliberately not tell the actors what they were going to be filming next… I understand, movie king.”
Cen Luan seemed to laugh, and it was after a while that he said, “Don’t address me as ‘movie king’ anymore.”
Ye Fu raised her head blankly. There were still traces of tears on her eyelashes, and because she had cried for too long, the tip of her nose was crimson. Her petite mouth was wide open, “Huh?”
Cen Luan was still topless. His torso was covered with all sorts of mottled scars applied by the make-up artist, while his lower body was wrapped in a towel. He wasn’t wearing any underwear inside, and Ye Fu could, strangely enough, still predict through the towel where his thing was hanging.
Immediately, she buried her head between her legs once more.
“The scenes later on might be even more explicit. Can you accept that?” Cen Luan asked.
Ye Fu nodded.
Cen Luan walked to the entrance and shouted, “Director Xu, we’re ready.”