Rumors

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Quelling a controversy is never easy.

The public loves a juicy issue.

People believe what they want to believe.

They remember only what suits their tastes — only what entertains them.

When a scandal breaks, the damage is automatic.

That's why celebrities bow their heads first and ask questions later.

Then an even juicier issue detonated.

Sonik-jwa.

An investor whose whereabouts had been a mystery of late.

Countless traders had been wondering what became of him.

And now he'd turned up somewhere no one expected.

His followers.

They swarmed the community, and the incident evolved at breakneck speed.

They volunteered their own defense of who Sonik-jwa was.

Skeptical glances lingered, of course — but still.

It died down almost immediately.

The center of gravity of the whole issue had shifted — from sponsorship rumors to Sonik-jwa himself.

Which was exactly what I'd been hoping for.

For Dream Girls viewers, the original framing had been a raw nerve.

Nostalgia.

The show might have ended, but that didn't mean the precious memories of watching it had to go with it.

Anyone who threw mud on those memories earned the crowd's collective fury.

And now the target of that fury had been clearly identified.

An issue that had flared up primarily on female-dominated communities.

Once those communities burrowed underground, the fire went out.

That didn't mean the bait was finished, though.

It was reigniting — in a far more favorable form.

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The principal's Instagram.

As the chain of events went viral, new traffic poured in.

A wave of sympathy had bloomed.

Interest in Sonik-jwa became a positive factor as well.

Her follower count, once fifty thousand, nearly doubled.

And the growth trajectory looked set to continue.

The whole affair resolved in a direction that satisfied both her and her fans.

Everyone — except one person.

Misunderstanding.

It was inevitable, really.

"With Chanuk oppa? Come on, there's a limit to how far a joke can go~."

Heon-u had every right to be angry.

Until the scandal broke, he hadn't known a thing.

The reason she kept going on hotel stays.

That it was all to help with my work.

"What is?"

He was venting over the phone.

Hell, a full-blown stream of curses wouldn't have been out of place.

This kid's too nice.

I couldn't tell if he was Heon-u or just a total sucker.

Suhyeon, for her part, came back brazen as anything.

"A guy getting this pathetic."

"It is pathetic~ I have my own private life too. Or what — you don't trust me right now?"

This was how you handled Heon-u, she'd declared.

She'd boasted to me that it would be fine.

She's running a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cheat code.

The initiative of the conversation flipped entirely.

She even prepared for a possible counterattack.

"Heon-u, you know what?"

"I just got out of the shower~ I'm on the phone wearing nothing but a robe. You just pictured it, didn't you?"

She pulled a full U-turn.

The topic that had mattered so much dissolved into nothing.

And it wasn't pure fabrication, either.

Fresh from the shower, she was still damp and glistening.

Slurp. Slurp.

Her pussy was steaming hot too.

I buried my face between Suhyeon's spread thighs as she lay on the bed.

This bitch is ridiculously turned on.

She might sound composed on the phone, but inside she was wound tight as a wire.

Her lower lips were honest about it.

Squish.

I breathed her in, completely natural.

That place of hers — once as curt and unyielding as the rest of her.

She was never the cute type from the start, but still.

The vivid pink had faded a little.

It was different from when she'd been at her prettiest, her tastiest.

"Anyway~ I have my own dreams too, you know."

"So I really do want to stay on good terms with you, Heon-u."

She'd grown that much more voluptuous for it.

Waggling her fingers in a little beckoning motion, she spread her legs with shameless vulgarity.

Her clit stood at full attention, announcing its presence.

Her hole looked even more desperate.

Well now.

She was the more aggressive one.

I gave her exactly what she wanted — driving my cock deep into her injection port in one thick thrust.

"Haa."

A filthy moan.

I sealed the phone's microphone hole with a finger.

Then picked the call back up as if nothing had happened.

She's feeling it, though.

I'd taken my time opening her up.

There was no way she wouldn't feel the pleasure.

Sure enough.

Her toes, flexing and splaying wide, told no lies.

"Don't get all pathetic and start complaining over something like this."

"I'm planning to study abroad too — are you going to get jealous over every little thing then as well?"

I was having a conversation with her lower mouth.

Buried to the hilt, rocking her, and she responded.

The grip isn't what it used to be, but.

The broken-in feel was better now.

In time with my movements, she clenched and released, clenched and released.

"You know there's only one person I love."

"Do you love me?"

Her toes had no room left for composure.

Her thighs contracted, locking around my waist and refusing to let go.

She waggled her fingers again.

I sealed the microphone hole once more.

Mwah!

She demanded a kiss.

Utterly insolent — and that was exactly why plugging the mic was worth it.

I sucked on her small lips until she couldn't breathe.

A rapid signal came from below.

Ah, fuck.

Normally I wouldn't cum from just this much.

The situation made it impossible not to.

"Just drinking some water."

"Heon-u."

"I love you too — euhit."

She picked the call back up.

Her upper mouth whispered love and twisted the knife.

Her lower mouth was gulping down cock-juice.

I filled Suhyeon to the brim.

This one's gone full crazy bitch too.

She'd gone past enjoying the thrill — she was walking a tightrope.

Playing along with her had my own skin crawling.

"What were you going to do if he caught ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on?"

"He won't. He absolutely won't catch on."

"That so?"

"Because I know Heon-u that well."

Suhyeon's twisted love.

Heon-u was in for no small amount of suffering himself.

Still — thanks to that.

I'm eating well.

She had a strong will.

If she hadn't spread her legs herself, she would have been hard to take.

Even after the first time, it was the same.

There'd been a sense that, once taken, she was only reluctantly offering herself.

Mwah. Mmm.

Now she was the one more in heat.

The moment the call ended, she came rushing in.

"Did you hear that earlier?"

"Hear what?"

"When I said I love him."

"Well, yeah, I heard it…"

And then she looked at me with a seductive expression.

No — something a little different from usual.

I'd never seen this before.

I'd been eating her since she was a virgin, so I could say that with certainty.

"I suddenly fell for you all over again, oppa."

"For me?"

"Because while Heon-u was being an idiot like that, you fixed everything."

A girl in love.

Suhyeon — who'd only ever been blunt and prickly — had changed.

Not sure whether I should be happy about this.

But conquering her was still something a man could take pride in.

Mwah. Gulp.

She clung to me, arms locked tight around my shoulders.

With ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one hand, she stroked me.

The thing hardening again.

She grinned, then pushed her ass out as if asking me to put it in.

"While I was washing up earlier, I prepped back here too."

"Oh."

"Make a complete mess of me. My whole body."

"That, I welcome."

Separate from the declaration she'd just made, the play continued.

If she was hooked on the taste, she was hooked properly.

Developing this side of her should be rewarding too.

I'd just confirmed how excited it made her.

I set about doubling that reward.