Idol Fan Service
Currently, the most popular girl group in Korea is 4S. And within 4S, the most popular member is Seol-hee. She is my absolute favorite idol—the one I love most among all idols. She appears in commercials, movies, dramas, and variety shows, and her tall stature and beautiful leg line are especially famous. She has always been a goddess-like existence I could only admire on TV. And now, that very Seol-hee was inside my dorm room.
At the moment, Seol-hee was under the effects of a Common Sense Alteration that made sexual service a normal part of fan service. She was bent over my desk, her upper body pressed against the surface while her lower body stretched out behind her. Her two legs formed the shape of the letter A. Between those perfectly straight legs sat her plump, well-maintained pussy. Not a single strand of hair was visible—she kept it meticulously groomed. I already knew idols shaved their armpits for broadcasts, but I had never imagined their pussies were kept this clean. Thanks to that, I could freely admire Seol-hee’s smooth, plump folds. Because of her skin tone, they almost looked like ripe fruit—sweet-smelling, waiting to be plucked, a perfectly matured delicacy.
I stood behind her on a makeshift platform built from stacked major textbooks. Only then did the height of her high heels match the level of my lower body. Seol-hee, the idol I had always wanted to cherish and protect, was now being used by me. And I was using her quite roughly.
—Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Haa! Sir… ah… it hurts… haa! Sir… don’t pull… haa…!”
Seol-hee’s dyed platinum-blonde hair was clutched tightly in my hand. I tugged on it lightly, as if pulling the reins while riding. Her head naturally tilted backward. A strange sense of conquest filled my entire body. Hearing her pained moans and the way she called me “Sir” only intensified it. That title came from my own request—I had asked her to call me “teacher.” Fortunately, as part of her “fan service,” she had accepted. Listening to the former high-school student address me as “Sir” while wearing her stage outfit—a school uniform—felt incredibly satisfying.
Her pink pussy, clad in a school-uniform skirt, was being repeatedly pierced by my cock. Every time I thrust in, her thighs trembled from the sheer thickness. Her pussy, trained through years of dancing, was firm and elastic. Her beautiful voice kept calling me “Sir.” After performing an intense dance on stage, her body was still glistening with sweat. Everything about Seol-hee excited me. The more aroused I became, the harder I gripped her hair.
My precious, beloved idol—Seol-hee. Listening to her pained voice, I yanked her hair back with full force. Her head arched dangerously yet gracefully. Watching her beautifully tilted head and slender waist, I drove my cock deep into her pussy and released.
—Spurt.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Only the heavy breathing of a man and woman echoed through the dorm room. After some time passed, I slowly pulled out.
—Squish.
Thick semen immediately began to pour from Seol-hee’s pussy. I stared at the sight, savoring it. It felt strangely more satisfying than usual. Seol-hee’s beautiful figure never failed to amaze me. She was naturally stunning, and her body radiated vitality from practicing intense idol choreography. With beauty like hers, she must have faced countless temptations—male students at her old school, male idols from the same agency, older actors, wealthy chairmen, nameless men at drinking parties. Countless men must still be eyeing her. Yet the only man currently inside her was me.
I asked her casually, “Haa… haa… Do you have a boyfriend…?”
“Haa… What? Ah… No… I’m still in the no-dating period… haa…”
The no-dating period. “Ah… so they actually enforce that…” I had heard that idol agencies imposed dating bans, but I always assumed it was just for show. Seol-hee seemed to be genuinely keeping it. While resisting endless temptations, she had worked hard for her dreams. She had turned away countless men and even given up a normal, fun college life. Did she ever imagine that a guy like me would end up fucking her like this? The thought amused me.
To her agency, idols were assets—precious products that couldn’t be damaged or broken. Seol-hee was one such product, carefully crafted and protected by the industry. Right now, I was tasting that very product. A product originally meant only to be seen, never tasted. The body she had protected for twenty years, the Seol-hee her agency had meticulously managed—my cock was using all of it. Her beautiful figure trained through dance. The firm, elastic pussy naturally developed from choreography practice. Her naturally stunning looks. Everything about her was perfect.
I pushed the thought aside and admired the semen trailing down her long legs. Cum flowing along a beautiful woman’s legs was always a captivating sight.
Then Seol-hee’s voice reached me. “Ah! Something’s… coming out… Do you have tissues?”
There were no tissues on my desk. I grabbed the tissue box from Taeyoung’s desk behind me and handed it to her.
—Rustle. Rustle.
She pulled out tissues and began wiping her legs. Even while doing so, her white shirt remained completely unbuttoned, and her school-uniform skirt was still rolled up, fully exposing her pussy. As she cleaned herself, she asked, “Haa… Was it good? Calling you ‘Sir’… haa… It felt a little awkward…”
“It was great. Really… amazing… haa… Thank you…”
I meant it sincerely. The pleasure of pounding into Seol-hee while she wore a school uniform and called me “Sir” far exceeded my initial fantasies. Maybe it was because she had just turned twenty—Seol-hee looked perfect in that uniform. While gazing at her half-undressed figure, a thought crossed my mind. “If she took a leave of absence right after enrolling… could I just call her a high-school graduate?”
While I was lost in these thoughts, Seol-hee responded to my earlier “thank you.” “Oh, it’s nothing… haa… For an idol, this level of fan service is basic… haa…”
“Huh? Ah… Right…”
Fan service. The Common Sense Alteration triggered by this quest.
Common Sense Alteration: Sexual service is now included in fan service.
Thanks to it, I was enjoying an incredible experience. Of course, I didn’t know every intricate detail of how the quest affected reality—whether a female student walking home with semen running down her legs would seem normal, or whether having sex with me felt as casual to Seol-hee as shaking hands or signing an autograph. But I didn’t particularly care. What mattered was that I could have intense sex with Seol-hee, Korea’s top idol and CF queen. Nothing else was important.
“Huu…”
Before long, Seol-hee had finished wiping the cum from her legs. I, however, left my sticky cock completely uncleaned. My pants were still off, and my cock hung limply. The reason was simple—I still had use for it, so there was no need to wipe it yet.
I told her, “Now… take off your bra and underwear…”
“Haa… Yes…”
She removed her bra. She tried to take off the white uniform shirt as well, but I stopped her. Then I watched as she removed her high heels and stockings. It felt like a private strip show. One by one, the heels, stockings, and panties came off. Naturally, I prevented her from removing the school-uniform skirt. Somehow, leaving it on felt better than taking everything off. As she undressed, I thought about what would come next. Once she was left wearing only the unbuttoned shirt and skirt, an interesting idea popped into my head.
I walked over to the bed, pushed aside the clothes and belongings piled at the head, and lay down comfortably. Seol-hee watched me with clear, bright eyes. I spoke to her. “Would you… sit on top of me?”
“Huh?”
“Come here.”
I called her over. Following my gesture, she stood on the bed with her legs straddling me. “Oh…” From below, Seol-hee looked stunning. Her white shirt draped over her ample breasts like a waterfall. The school-uniform skirt, already short, looked even shorter because of her long legs and height. From my position lying beneath her, I could see her pussy peeking out from under the skirt—the same pussy I had just been thrusting into.
“The view from below is pretty nice too…” After enjoying the sight for a moment, I gave her the next instruction. “Now… sit down like that.”
Seol-hee spread her legs slightly and stood above me. I lay between her legs, my cock resting limply on my lower abdomen after cumming earlier. At my request, she slowly lowered herself. Her knees bent as she knelt, pressing her pussy directly onto my cock. It was the classic cowgirl position—the exact pose I had imagined from the start. My cock lay on my stomach while Seol-hee’s pussy pressed down on it. Through my shaft, I could feel the soft, moist sensation of her folds.
Once she was settled, I made my request. “Seol-hee… show me your wave dance…”
“Wave dance? Um… in the middle of the room?”
She looked puzzled, as if wondering why she had to get up and dance after carefully sitting where I told her to. I clarified, “No… dance right there. Just your upper body.”
“Huh? Ah… just the upper body?”
“Yes…”
Still straddling my cock on my lower abdomen, Seol-hee wore a slightly confused expression. Curiosity filled her clear eyes. But she pushed the confusion aside and began to move. Korean idols practiced dancing for over ten hours a day—Seol-hee, as the main dancer, had undoubtedly drilled the wave dance endlessly. Her body proved it, moving with practiced fluidity. Just like on stage, her body began to ripple softly. Her head, breasts, waist, and hips swayed in an off-beat rhythm. Her platinum-blonde hair swayed. Her breasts bounced. The shirt draped halfway over her chest like a curtain, revealing her sweat-glistened figure through the open front. As she fully committed to the wave, the hem of the shirt fluttered gently.
Her waist moved flexibly to the rhythm, and her hips rocked back and forth. The pussy pressed against my cock also moved, naturally massaging my shaft with her folds. Soon, her sweet voice reached my ears.
—Squish… squelch… squish… squelch…
“Hehe… Do you like it…? Juwan.”
“Haa… huu… haa… Seol-hee… haa… It feels amazing…”
With her knees on the bed and only her upper body rippling in the wave dance, the beautiful Seol-hee sat atop my cock. My thick, messy shaft—coated in lubricant and semen—was being massaged by her pink folds as they slid back and forth, producing wet sounds. The ecstatic sensation of having my cock caressed by an idol’s pussy was overwhelming. The same Seol-hee who had danced for everyone on stage was now dancing only for me on my lower abdomen.
—Squelch… squish… squelch… squelch… squelch…
Her pink folds rubbed my cock back and forth. Inside the dorm room, the wet sounds of Seol-hee performing the wave dance echoed stickily.