Black Kill Heels: Idol Fan Service
Black kill heels. Precarious ankles bent at a dangerous angle. Flesh-toned stockings hugging smooth, slender legs. A tight gray school uniform skirt. Beneath the rolled-up hem, half-exposed buttocks. And between those beautiful legs, the plump mound of her sex.
I knelt on one knee in the center of the dorm room, gazing up at Seol-hee’s lower body as she bent over the desk. From this angle, her legs looked even longer and more stunning. The half-raised skirt revealed her sex in full view.
Long, overwhelmingly beautiful legs. I remembered hearing that Seol-hee had insured them for five hundred million won. A special policy only offered to those with exceptionally beautiful legs. Back then it had sounded absurd, but now, seeing them up close, I understood completely. Perfect proportions, perfect length, not a single blemish—flawless legs. Seol-hee’s lower body was breathtakingly beautiful. And far too high for me to reach without help.
Like a towering wall keeping invaders at bay, her heels and long legs stood between us. Her stance formed a perfect A-shape, an impenetrable line of defense.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Still kneeling, I stacked my major textbooks behind her with both hands. Two neat rows of books on the floor—my makeshift stepping stones to scale that wall. Once the stack reached the right height, I set the remaining books aside and slowly climbed onto them.
Seol-hee’s lower body waited in that A-shaped invitation. Her skirt half-raised, her stockings torn at the most intimate spot, her legs smooth and unblemished. I placed both hands on her hips and slowly guided my cock toward her folds.
Her labia glistened a clean, vivid pink—the sex of twenty-year-old idol Seol-hee. The same girl who dominated CFs, movies, dramas, and magazine shoots. Korea’s hottest idol, constantly in demand. Her plump mound looked like ripe fruit. In contrast, my cock appeared crude and massive, veins bulging, slick with lubricant, more menacing than usual.
Balanced on the stacked textbooks, I slowly pushed into my goddess’s body.
Schlick.
“Hah!”
My thick shaft forced its way into her. Perhaps it was too much for her; Seol-hee’s long legs trembled visibly. I watched those straight, beautiful legs encased in stockings and slid my hands higher up her hips. Her shirt was already unbuttoned as I had requested earlier. I traced the narrow waist visible between her shirt and uniform blazer—apricot-toned skin, the color of perfectly ripe fruit ready to be tasted. Sweat glistened on her waist under the fluorescent lights.
I gripped her waist firmly from both sides, like holding a steering wheel, and began to move.
Schlick. Schlick.
“Hnn!”
Her slick walls clung to me as I withdrew, then welcomed me back in. Her legs trembled again. The sensation was soft and elastic, squeezing me tightly, refusing to let go. I had to use real force to pull out each time.
Out of nowhere, I remembered something Eun-seol—Lee A-young’s former roommate—had once said.
“Oppa, did you know? Girls with thin ankles are supposed to be amazing in bed.”
“The thinner the ankles, the more they have to clench to support their weight while walking… so it naturally makes them tighter.”
I tilted my hips slightly and glanced down at Seol-hee’s legs. Long, smooth, beautifully proportioned—not too thin, just right. The same legs I had admired on stage earlier. And at the end of them… delicate, beautiful ankles. Ankles that had danced for hours without rest during endless practice. Her pussy was clenching around me right now—those same muscles honed through dance, unconsciously trained to grip.
The idol I loved most was squeezing my cock with her pussy.
Schlick.
“Hnn…”
Seol-hee filled my vision. Her white shirt hung open, buttons undone. Her uniform skirt was bunched above her hips. The sight of her in that half-undone school uniform stirred something primal in me.
I gripped her narrow waist properly and began thrusting in earnest.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Hah… Seol-hee-ssi…”
“Hnn! Yes…? Yes…! Hah…! Hnn…!”
Her voice carried a hint of confusion. Maybe the request was too much. Just as I started to feel disappointed, she spoke again.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Hnn…! Teach… I like it… Hah…! More… Hnn…! Give me more… Teach… Hah…!”
She hadn’t said “teacher” as I’d asked. She’d said “teach”—the casual shortening high school students used for their teachers. Maybe an old habit from last year. It wasn’t exactly what I requested, but it was even better.
“Fan service… really is thorough.”
I savored the altered common sense that turned sexual service into fan service. My hands tightened instinctively around her slender waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. This was the same slim waist I had seen in countless commercials—now held firmly in my hands.
My hips moved faster.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnn! Hah… Teach… wait… just a sec…! Hnn!”
Every time I drove into her, her walls squeezed me deliciously. Below, her legs trembled, struggling to stay balanced. Her heels wobbled and twisted sideways whenever her strength faltered. She nearly collapsed several times, but I held her waist steady, refusing to let her fall.
Watching her legs give out and recover, I raised my right hand from her waist and brought it down hard on her ass.
Smack!
“Hnn… Teach… it hurts…”
“Hah… feels… good…”
She steadied herself again, legs forming that perfect A-shape. I drove back into her deepest spot.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnn! Hah…! Hnn!”
Her legs shook with every thrust. My thick cock was clearly too much for her, yet her body took it all. Her moans spilled out freely. I kept moving, savoring the sight and sensation.
Then my eyes caught her platinum-blonde hair swaying with each thrust. Under the fluorescent lights, it looked even brighter. I reached out, gathered her long hair in one hand, and slowly pulled.
Her head tilted back gradually. The deeper I thrust, the farther back her head went.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Hnn! Teach… it… it hurts… Hah! Teach… don’t pull… Hnn! Teach…!”
She begged me to stop, but I ignored her. It felt too good. Like riding a horse. A strange sense of conquest washed over me, especially when I saw the elegant line of her exposed neck.
My hips never stopped. Eun-seol’s words about thin ankles seemed true after all. I could feel it vividly through my cock—her soft, elastic walls massaging me relentlessly, urging me toward climax.
Because I was pulling so hard on her hair, Seol-hee’s head was now arched dangerously backward. I admired the flexible curve of her neck and waist while buried deep inside her. The idol I loved most was impaled on my cock, and the pleasure was overwhelming.
With one final, powerful tug on her hair, I slammed in as deep as I could and came.
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.