Chapter 83: Picking the Haughty Idol
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 83: Picking the Haughty Idol
A frequent sigh had become her recent habit.
Yoon Ji-yeon stared blankly out the window.
"Sigh..."
"What’s wrong, Ji-yeon? Did something happen?"
"Nothing. It’s nothing."
Despite her boyfriend’s worried question, Ji-yeon didn't even turn her head. She gave a curt reply and continued to stare out the window.
Is something bothering her?
Ji-yeon looked like she was in a foul mood. She had been in low spirits throughout today’s entire schedule.
Whenever Min-hyuk tried to start a conversation, her responses were lukewarm. She mostly ignored him, looking at her phone with a face devoid of interest or just watching the scenery pass by outside.
However, despite his girlfriend’s cold reaction, Min-hyuk didn't get angry. Instead, he carefully watched her expression while driving.
Even if they were in a relationship, Yoon Ji-yeon was clearly the one in power. That was why Kim Min-hyuk had no choice but to swallow his pride and walk on eggshells whenever she was in a bad mood like this.
Since she was a haughty idol who only felt satisfied when she was catered to and put on a pedestal, Kim Min-hyuk mentioned a restaurant she frequented to try and soothe her.
"Now that the schedule is over, do you want to go grab something delicious? You know that pasta place you like."
"Don't you know I have to diet because of the stage performance next week?"
"Ah, right. I forgot. Sorry."
The only thing that came back was an irritated retort. In the end, he had gained nothing and only earned himself a scolding.
She’s been so prickly lately.
Vroom.
The van drove quietly along the road. Although Yoon Ji-yeon’s expression remained dark the entire way, Kim Min-hyuk didn't suspect anything particular; he simply assumed she’d had a bad day recently.
"We're here."
"Thanks for your hard work, Oppa."
"Yeah. You worked hard today too."
As soon as they arrived at the dormitory's underground parking lot, Yoon Ji-yeon got out of the car as if she had been waiting for the moment.
"Thanks for dropping me off."
She gave a slight wave to Min-hyuk in the driver's seat. As she walked away, her beautiful black hair swayed, radiating elegance and beauty.
"Get in safely."
She had seemed to be in a bad mood all day, but Kim Min-hyuk simply watched her go, feeling a sense of pride that a girl group member with such a goddess-like appearance was his girlfriend.
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Click.
Ji-yeon returned to her room after finishing her schedule. She carefully opened a drawer and took out a large object she had kept hidden inside.
"Haa..."
What she pulled out was a dildo modeled after a man's penis. It was a large-sized model, over 15cm long, which she had recently ordered from an adult toy store.
Despite its size, Ji-yeon frowned as if something was lacking.
"This isn't it..."
Compared to Seo Ji-hoon’s cock, which always left her with a sense of defeat and humiliation, this was pathetic. The size might be similar, but it couldn't compare to a real dick that radiated a male scent and heat.
Still, lacking any other option, she attached the dildo to the wall and admired it.
Mwah.
Thinking of it as Seo Ji-hoon’s cock, Yoon Ji-yeon felt an involuntary sense of awe. She kissed the tip of the dildo and then shoved it into her throat.
"Ugh... ♡"
The sensation of the silicone pushing into her narrow throat triggered an instant gag reflex. However, she shoved the dildo even deeper to feel that very pain.
This is it... This is it...!
Of course, it was nothing compared to Seo Ji-hoon’s cock, which retained a thick scent and warmth, but the sensation of her throat being stuffed full provided her with an intense pleasure.
"Guh... Ugh... ♡"
Having accepted the dildo all the way down her throat, Ji-yeon reached down and began to rub her pussy, which was starting to get wet.
"Slurp. Mmm. Sluuup... ♡"
Ji-yeon masturbated while sucking on the dildo. Her masturbation sessions, which had started as a way to fill the void left by Seo Ji-hoon’s infrequent contact, were becoming more aggressive by the day.
Yoon Ji-yeon’s beautiful face was lewdly distorted as she sucked the dildo, but she was too lost in her self-pleasure to care.
She masturbated for twenty minutes, making filthy noises. Having failed to reach a climax even once during that time, Ji-yeon was starting to feel frustrated.
The stimulation... it’s not enough...
There was no hand grabbing her hair. There was no male to give her orders.
Having already awakened to the sensation of being dominated by a superior male, Yoon Ji-yeon realized she could no longer be satisfied by masturbation alone. A certain man's face flashed through her mind.
Seo Ji-hoon...
It had to be him. He was the only man who could provide her with such a devastating sense of defeat and humiliation.
Though their relationship had started through blackmail, she now admitted to herself that she couldn't be satisfied by anyone else.
"Guh-huup...!"
Finally spitting the dildo out of her throat, Ji-yeon took out her phone and sent a message to someone with trembling hands.
— Why haven't you contacted me lately?
A short text message. After staring at it anxiously, Yoon Ji-yeon changed the content slightly.
— Are you free tomorrow?
She sent the message.
While waiting endlessly for a reply that she didn't know when would arrive, she unconsciously licked the dildo with her tongue. As soon as she felt the phone vibrate, she checked the reply immediately.
— I’m free, but why?
It was a fairly positive response. Ji-yeon replied instantly.
— Come to the dormitory tomorrow.
— Why should I? Did something happen?
— Just... just come.
She made a typo in her haste, but Ji-yeon’s only concern right now was finding an excuse to meet Seo Ji-hoon alone.
Ding—
— I’ll meet you tomorrow if you do one favor for me.
"That son of a bitch..."
But her stubbornness didn't work on him. As if he could see right through her inner thoughts, he naturally proposed a deal.
— What’s the favor?
— Take a photo of yourself in the Posture of Submission while naked and send it to me.
She thought she could handle that much. If it weren't for the content of the following message.
— In the hallway outside your dorm room.
It was a request she would never have listened to under normal circumstances. Just as she was about to send a message of refusal because it was too much to ask—
— Hey, you slut. Don't you need this?
At Seo Ji-hoon’s message, which included a photo of his large cock, Ji-yeon felt a sudden chill run through her body, and her toes curled inside her socks.
For a moment, she felt an impulse to lick that cock and submit to him, but masturbating in the dormitory hallway was far too dangerous.
However.
— Ah, I misspoke.
— This isn't a request; it's blackmail.
Blackmail.
At that one word, Ji-yeon felt all her hesitation vanish.
"T-This is only for this once..."
Ji-yeon’s voice trembled slightly. Taking a naked photo in the hallway—it was something she couldn't have even imagined before.
Normally, she should have felt disgusted, but thinking that she had no choice because she was being blackmailed actually made her feel more at ease. She even felt the desire hidden deep inside her start to rear its head.
The sensation of submitting to someone.
"I-I have no choice because I'm being blackmailed..."
Muttering as if making an excuse, Yoon Ji-yeon threw on a single coat and left her room.
It was a time when all the members were asleep, and the lights in the living room were off. Ji-yeon clutched her coat tightly and slowly approached the front door, silencing her footsteps.
"........"
She was hesitating, unable to bring herself to step out the door, when a text arrived just in time.
— 10-minute time limit.
"O-Okay. I'll do it..."
Ji-yeon reluctantly stepped out the front door barefoot. She felt goosebumps as the cold marble floor of the hallway touched the soles of her feet.
It was midnight. Usually, it was a time for sleep, but it wasn't a time when everyone was guaranteed to be asleep. After confirming there was no sign of anyone around, Ji-yeon walked slowly down the hallway.
Then, in front of the elevator, she took off her coat.
Slide.
"Haa... Haa..."
As Yoon Ji-yeon let out a breath filled with tension and removed her coat, her naked body, without a single stitch of clothing, was revealed under the lights.
In that brief moment, goosebumps rose as the cold air hit her skin, which was damp with sweat from the tension. Her heart pounded like crazy.
"Ah. Ahh..."
She must be insane.
What am I doing right now?
For a moment, such a question made her head spin, but the heat and excitement that followed immediately covered it up.
"I-I have to do it quickly..."
Thinking she had to finish before someone came, Yoon Ji-yeon immediately set the camera timer and propped her phone up on the floor. She took a step forward to create some distance.
She took the Posture of Submission he had taught her.
Ssh.
"......."
Crouching down with her legs spread wide, Ji-yeon placed both hands behind her head, exposing her armpits in the Posture of Submission. It was an unbelievably lewd pose, but she maintained it without a word while the timer on the phone camera counted down.
It's... it's so slutty...
She could tell for herself. She knew how lewd and ridiculous her current posture was.
Breasts, armpits, navel, even her pussy... everything was exposed without exception. It felt as if Seo Ji-hoon was watching her through the camera lens.
"Haa... Haa..."
She must have set the timer for ten seconds, but that time felt as long as eternity.
"You're crazy, Yoon Ji-yeon..."
Her body was hot. A cold sweat was running down her entire body. Ji-yeon felt her armpits getting wet with sweat, but she couldn't lower her arms from the back of her head because she had to maintain the Posture of Submission Ji-hoon had instructed.
The thought of even her embarrassing, sweat-soaked armpits being captured in the photo caused a surge of shame to wash over her.
"Huu... Huu..."
Click!
Finally, the timer finished, and the image of Yoon Ji-yeon in her lewd pose in the hallway was captured in a photograph.