Vocal Trainer Rose (4)
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Sluuuurp!
"Cough! Cough! Hnng...."
Jua noona, completely lost in heat, was licking and sucking my cock like she wanted to devour it whole. I was a little scared, but I couldn't make her stop—probably because I was just as devoured by desire as she was. I wanted to grab the back of her head and thrust roughly, but I held back.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
"Like this?"
I laid my cock on her extended red tongue and moved it over the moist, soft surface. Deeper... and deeper little by little....
"Heup...!"
She didn't give me time to swallow, so saliva dripped from her mouth in streams.
"Noona, you're so slutty. I know you're shaking your ass. You're begging me to shove my cock in quick, right?"
Her cheeks flushed red, and she didn't lie to my question. She nodded eagerly.
I thrust my cock deep. Her throat probably couldn't handle it, so I twisted to the side, making her cheek bulge out.
"Mmm... so warm."
"Aeuuaah."
"Hehe! I have no idea what you're saying. Oh! Wanna try something?"
"Eh?"
"A facial."
Jua noona's face showed utter disbelief.
'Come to think of it, doesn't it have to be in the womb for the coin bonus?'
It was a shame to waste coins on a facial. Unlike the first jackpot, now it was just 0.01% or 0.03% gains, so I needed to invest steadily anyway.
'Hold back a facial for coins?'
Jua noona spat out my cock and said,
"Facial's a bit much—how about in my mouth?"
"......"
No need to say it twice. Instant yes.
♣ ♣ ♣
Meanwhile.
"Why'd I do that? Was I too hungry?"
Vocal trainer Rose was back home, tearing into some fried chicken with a sigh. Normally, at this hour, chicken would be poison to her—she kept her killer figure with relentless workouts—but tonight, she just couldn't resist.
It was all because of Jin Haesol. Her arousal, ignited by him, wouldn't settle down.
"Gotta hold back. You know he's off-limits, Park Boksun."
As a top vocal trainer at a major agency, her skills were beyond reproach, and she never lacked for men. Hooking up with A-listers was out of reach, but plucking unripe fruits? Easy enough.
Honey Enter was overflowing with male trainees dreaming of idol life. They might not notice in their teens, but by their twenties, hot guys were surrounded by women. And their horniest, most impulsive years? Precisely 20s to 30s—freshly adult, craving women.
Flooded with attention, guys treated their bodies carelessly. Naive girls their age couldn't capitalize, but women like her? They pounced.
It was the only way to 'breed' in a world starved for men.
'I'm special. I don't need to settle—guys like that are everywhere around me.'
Honey Enter brimmed with young aspiring idols. Ditching her dorky name 'Park Boksun' for 'Rose,' she feasted on fresh 20-somethings to her heart's content. She didn't grind those workouts for nothing—hiding her looks under makeup, flaunting her sculpted body to lure them in.
'Can't risk losing this honey of a job on a whim.'
With no flaws in her skills, her only caution was picking 'safe' guys—no career risks. She targeted obvious flops.
'If they can't debut, they're small-time. Easy to seduce.'
So Jin Haesol, on the cusp of debut, didn't fit her criteria.
Problem was, knowing that didn't stop her instincts from egging her on.
'A cheeky punk like that needs to be swallowed whole.'
She fooled around with unripe ones, but ripe fruit wasn't off the menu—just riskier. Now, one was ripening perfectly, practically begging to be plucked.
Park Boksun smacked her lips. Her core tingled.
Instincts kept shoving reason aside. She knew it was wrong, but Haesol's provocative gaze lingered.
'Still pre-debut and already strutting like that?'
Why was she so hyped for his debut?
Gulp—she tore back into the chicken. Her other hand pulled out her phone, scrolling contacts.
"This one's fat now after quitting training, why haven't I deleted this jerk? Gotta go. What's the point of PpukPpukChik? Just builds up more frustration."
No one caught her eye. Despite a phone full of guys she'd sampled.
She tossed it back on the table with a sigh.
"Sigh."
Just sighs. Side effect of unripe fruits: no steady, solid guy. The decent ones wise up quick, get cocky, and become untouchable.
"So lonely~ All alone~"
Late night. Aroused and needy, all she could do was writhe in loneliness. Calling a guy now? Those pricks wouldn't show. And she wasn't desperate enough for randos.
Today, of all days, she'd felt Jin Haesol's perfect, ripening sex appeal—a total jackpot!
Her heart grew heavier.
'I tormented him so much in class, and he didn't flinch—bold as hell. Once he debuts, you think he'll keep it in his pants?'
Like Haesol said, better her suppress his urges than some other girl causing scandals.
'Yeah, this isn't selfish.'
It was impulse. She admitted it.
But she couldn't hold back. Wanted to text Haesol.
Stomach full of chicken, yet that emptiness lingered—her chest hollowed out.
'What time is it?'
Overwhelmed by lust, she'd binged till past midnight.
"Oh no, chicken till now? Can't sleep early like this."
Was he asleep? She opened her phone again.
The number she'd impulsively saved from his trainee profile—after his cheeky stunt—stared back.
"Park Boksun, you crazy bitch."
Cursing herself freely, she fired it off.
"......"
What would he say? "What's up?" Or hit back with that bratty provocation?
Better pick an outfit now? Tick-tock—time dragged.
"......"
Phone silent. Unbelievable—she thought,
"Already asleep?"
Snapping to, she panicked and deleted them.
'What did I just do? You crazy bitch!'
"I wanna die. Park Boksun!!"
Thud! She slammed her head on the table.
Panting! Shame crashed over her. She'd held back during chicken—now she couldn't anymore!
She raided the fridge for five beers, lined them up, and went wild.
Gulp gulp guuulp!!
Couldn't endure this humiliation sober. Drink till she dropped.
Riiiing— riiiiiiing—
How many had she downed? Buzzed, she hit the convenience store for soju, mixing somacs. Tomorrow's class? Whatever—future her could deal.
Not hearing future her's screams yet.
"Euuuh~? Who caaaalling? Uuuhng! Whaaat tiiiime iiiis iiit?"
She prided her tolerance, but chugging somac nonstop had wrecked her tongue. The dawn call grated her drunken nerves.
"Whooo the fuuuck iiis thiiiis!"
She boldly answered without checking— the guy she'd called.
-Hello? Excuse me, who is this? I checked late, but you sent a ton of messages and deleted them all.
Yeah. Park Boksun, drunk again, had messed up. Messaged Haesol, sobered just enough to delete.
No trace? Perfect—but deletion notices stayed on his phone. No denying it.
She thought: Gotta own it. I'm Park Boksun, called 'cause I wanna fuck you. Your cocky ass today left me unable to hold back. You made me like this—take responsibility.
She'd confront boldly.
But vision blurred. Memories fogged into mist.