The Former Idol Is a Pimp (1)

The day of reckoning had finally dawned. After Suyeon's call, sleep had refused to come for hours. I couldn't stop turning it over in my head — what if the whole thing went sideways? What if it wrecked everything I had with the woman I loved?

All through school, my eyes kept sliding toward Suyeon and Seongdae. They were sprawled across their desks like any other students who couldn't care less about studying, but if anyone knew what they really were, the whole place would drop dead from shock.

Suyeon touching up her makeup beside Seongdae was more than just a plot twist.

That fox-faced bitch...

Watching her bark orders at me without a shred of mercy, grinding my pride into the dirt — it pissed me off for no good reason. Part of me wanted to grab her by the scruff of the neck right then and haul her straight to the nearest police station.

She must have felt my stare boring into her, because she looked right at me. Her expression was as haughty and ice-cold as always.

"What. Are you looking at."

She didn't make a sound, but her lips shaped the words with perfect clarity. I could practically hear that sharp voice of hers telling me never to so much as acknowledge her at school.

For now, I'd play along. But the second I pulled Seongdae out from under her... I could shove her into the pit of hell whenever I damn well pleased.

Thirty minutes before the appointed time. I'd been so lost in those thoughts that I found myself standing in front of the motel before I knew it. This was already my third visit — I was starting to know the place pretty well.

"I'm over here..."

Mi-kyeong was waiting in a corner of the motel parking lot, hiding behind a pillar and glancing around like she was terrified someone might see her.

The way she looked today stopped me cold. Of every version of her I'd ever seen, this was the most provocative — the most blatantly sexual. Instead of the baggy, loose-fitting clothes she usually wore, she had on a white T-shirt that clung to the swell of her breasts, and a miniskirt that put her voluptuous figure on full display.

That tight little skirt barely covered her thick thighs, riding up so high that a wrong move would flash her panties. And because it was so narrow, the full curve of her plump ass was on shameless display.

How the hell did she even get here dressed like that? She came all this way in those scraps of fabric?

Any man with working eyes would have turned around to stare as she walked past. She'd come here looking like a woman on a mission — like she'd decided, tonight, to become someone else entirely.

"You're so beautiful..."

The words slipped out the moment I saw her face. Her black hair was tied back neatly, and her cheeks were already flushed a deep red. Behind those big eyes, I could see fear and excitement tangled together.

Part of me wanted to drag her inside right then and throw her on the bed. I could already picture that tiny miniskirt riding up over those thick thighs, the silk panties she'd hidden away peeking into view.

The second I looked at her face, I felt something surge hard against my zipper. Her whole body was radiating sex today — she was the only one who didn't seem to realize it.

"Are you ready?"

"Um... I still don't really know what I'm supposed to do. I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right..."

Anxiety bloomed across that refined face of hers. Of course it did. She'd spent her entire life as a schoolteacher, standing prim and proper in front of a classroom. Now she was about to do something that had never existed in her world.

She had to meet a young man who sold his body, alone in a motel room, and talk him into walking away. She had to pull him out of the pit Suyeon had dug — safely, cleanly, before it swallowed him whole.

"You have to pull this off. No matter what. And don't you dare let it show that I put you up to this."

The uncertainty in her eyes made my own nerves spike. I held her gaze and kept talking, my voice turning sharp. Everything rode on Mi-kyeong now.

"O-okay..."

She pressed her legs together like she was trembling. Those smooth, pale ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thighs twisted against each other in a way that was almost painfully sexy.

"Remember this. If you fail today..."

I didn't finish the sentence. I didn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have to. She could read exactly what I meant. Her secret would be laid bare — to the school that had been her life's work, and to the family she loved.

For the woman I loved, I would throw Mi-kyeong away as many times as it took.

"I understand... I'll go up first."

She turned and walked slowly toward the motel entrance. That ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠plump ass packed into the black miniskirt swayed with every step. If you looked from even a little below, you'd see everything — the full curve of her hips, the gap between those thick thighs.

Goddamn... I wanted to pin her down and fuck her right there.

I was staring at her retreating figure, completely zoned out, when my phone suddenly buzzed and nearly gave me a heart attack.

That bitch... It was Suyeon.

What? She was already here? If the timing had been even a little off, she could have run into me and Mi-kyeong...

I pressed a hand to my chest, willing my heart to slow down. Luckily, she didn't seem to suspect a thing. I took a long breath and opened the door to room 402.

"You here?"

The cheap motel smell hit me like a wall. Inside, Suyeon stood with a cigarette clamped between her lips. She'd always been stunning, but today she'd clearly gone the extra mile. Her outfit and the heavy makeup said as much.

Suyeon looked like she'd stepped straight out of her old life as an idol. She'd always been a knockout, but with a full face of makeup she could have walked onto a music show right then and there.

She was wearing sheer black stockings and a skintight black miniskirt. Up top, a fitted white shirt with two buttons undone, the swell of her cleavage on full display. She'd even put on high heels.

Holy shit... she was insanely beautiful.

I hadn't been alive that many years, but she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in the flesh.

"What? What are you staring at?"

For all that brand-new sex appeal, her mouth was as foul as ever.

"Ah... nothing..."

I couldn't help stammering. Honestly, I could have tied her to a chair and stared at that face all day. The rage I'd been carrying toward her just minutes ago was melting the second I looked at her.

No. Get a grip. Today is for the woman I love...

"What!?"

The words that came out of her mouth were the last thing I'd expected. I couldn't stop myself from shouting.

What? Did I hear that right?

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Don't look so shocked. I told you today was a little special."

"You're staying in this room!? Are you my client?"

"Pfft. Are you out of your mind? Like I'd do it with you."

A cold little smile played across her face. She perched on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, and I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of something through those black stockings.

"Th-then what the hell does that mean?"

"Hah... it's just a client request. I'm only here to help. You just do whatever the client wants."

"What did you just say?"

I couldn't make sense of what Suyeon was saying. The client had come here to have sex with a young guy — what the hell did she need to "help" with? And dressed up this gorgeous, what was she planning to do...?

I was losing my mind, but she just sat there smoking like none of this was a big deal. Even the smoke curling from those red lips looked hazy and hypnotic.

"Time's up. Get changed."

I followed her orders, stripping down and pulling on a robe. My eyes kept sliding to those black stockings, and I could feel the blood pooling heavy in my cock.

I'd just gotten the robe on when a doorbell rang. Thankfully, it wasn't ours — it was the room next door.

"Who is it?"

A familiar woman's voice came through the wall.

No way... Mi-kyeong?

That's right. The voice asking who it was belonged to Mi-kyeong — she'd gone up first. She was in the room next to mine right now, waiting for Seongdae. For a second I pictured that miniskirt barely covering her thick ass.

The door opened, and I felt someone step into Mi-kyeong's room. An awkward silence seemed to settle on the other side of the wall.

"You're incredibly beautiful."

Seongdae's slimy voice slid through the wall. His dick had to be reacting to that sexy getup of hers. No man on earth could look at her today and not get hard.

"If you're ready, I'll take my clothes off."

"I... I have something I need to say..."

Her voice came through the wall. Seongdae must have been impatient — he'd tried to strip the second he saw her. I could hear her frantically stopping him.

"What do you need to say?"

Seongdae asked her. And Suyeon, sitting in the same room as me with a cigarette still in her mouth, was eavesdropping on every word.

Shit... Suyeon can't hear this...

If Suyeon overheard Seongdae and Mi-kyeong's conversation, the whole plan would go up in flames. She was dangerous enough to march straight into his room and drag Mi-kyeong out by the hair.

What do I do...!? This can't happen!

I had to get Suyeon's attention off that wall, no matter what. The client wasn't due for another ten minutes. I needed something — anything — to get us through this.

I moved toward her slowly. She was so focused on the conversation behind the wall, cigarette still clamped in her teeth, that she didn't even notice me coming.

"Mmph—!"

That was when it happened. Before I even knew what I was doing, I grabbed Suyeon's arm and shoved her down onto the bed. My weight carried her with me — she went down face-first, still clutching her cigarette.

In that instant, her miniskirt rode up, and I got a full view of those smooth thighs and the crotch wrapped in black stockings. She was even wearing a garter belt. The straps cinched around those sleek thighs were so goddamn sexy I could barely think.

"The fuck... are you doing..."

Her eyes locked onto me, sharp as knives.

That was when Mi-kyeong's voice started coming through the wall. She was murmuring something to Seongdae. From the sound of it, she was delivering the speech she'd prepared.

"What the hell is your problem."

Suyeon glared up at me from the bed, her eyes blazing. She looked like she was about to tell me to get the fuck off her.

Fuck... just hold on a little longer. Just a little more!

I had to last until Mi-kyeong finished talking to Seongdae.

"Hah—!"

A startled moan burst from Suyeon's lips. Before I knew it, my palm had slid under her hiked-up miniskirt and clamped down hard on her pussy. I didn't have a choice. Right now, this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was the only thing that would pull her attention off that wall.

The warm heat blooming from between her legs soaked straight into my palm.

Fuck... I am so completely screwed...