Teddy Bear Doll (10)
Han Minyeong gladly surrendered her body to the torrent of pleasure crashing over her. Smack!Smack!Smack! Her ass cheeks slapped against Haesol's groin, filling the air with lewd, wet sounds. That tantalizing rod plunged in and out of her secret folds.
She shook her hips up and down with even more fervor, then twisted her waist in hypnotic circles. It was like watching a serpent in motion. Minyeong glanced back at the mirror she'd set up herself.
'Should've hung it a little more to the side.'
It was a slight regret, but it wasn't bad at all. The mirror captured her erotic display perfectly. She hadn't dared tell Haesol about it out of sheer embarrassment.
'How do you even say you want to have sex in front of a mirror? So embarrassing.' Even she'd call it perverted, and she couldn't argue otherwise.
"Hngh!"
"Ugh! Noona, that's too intense! Why are you so fired up today?"
"B-because it feels so good."
She had to hide the fact that watching herself fuck was turning her on. Swallowing hard, Minyeong leaned down and kissed the reclining Haesol. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, sucking greedily on his.
It was delicious. There wasn't a single part of his body that didn't taste amazing. Feeling ravenous, she dragged her lips to his neck and chomp!—bit down.
"Ugh!"
Haesol's low, rumbling groan sent a jolt through her—zzzt! Like lightning from head to toe, or a massive hammer blow. It snapped her back to reality.
Minyeong clenched her pussy even tighter.
"Ahh, noona! Ngh!"
No, maybe she'd squeezed too hard. Haesol finally couldn't hold back and erupted inside her.
"!!"
This was the first time she'd made him cum so quickly. A surge of satisfaction welled up, and she couldn't resist biting all over his body.
"What's with you today?"
"You're just too tasty. I wanna devour you whole."
"……."
Lost in her arousal, Minyeong blurted it out impulsively, not even registering her own words.
"Everything about you is delicious. Slurp!Smooch!Smack!"
She sucked at his skin, licked and nipped at his perky nipples, marking her territory everywhere. Jin Haesol was breaking into a genuine sweat. But even his sweat was like holy nectar to Minyeong—she eagerly lapped up the droplets with her tongue.
'So good.'
It was just salty sweat, but to Minyeong, drunk on his cum, it tasted sweet.
'I'm gonna eat it all!'
Everything from his body had turned her life around 180 degrees, so it was only natural she'd grow obsessed. Just a few months ago, she'd hated looking in mirrors because of her ugly face. But not anymore.
Reborn as a stunning beauty, she now loved checking herself out. She even carried a pocket mirror everywhere, peeking at her reflection constantly.
'A few months ago, I was such an ugly duckling...'
What if she could show her past self this? Tell her she was fucking a fantasy hunk and seeing a bombshell in the mirror? Her old self wouldn't laugh—she'd worry she'd gone insane.
'If I hadn't met Haesol, I'd still be that ugly girl.'
Gasp! A chill ran down her spine, and she paused her hip movements.
"Mm...?"
Haesol groaned in disappointment at the sudden stop.
"Ah! Sorry."
"Tired? Want me to take over?"
"No. Just changing positions. You stay put."
Minyeong spun around to face away from him and resumed grinding her hips. Slap, slap, slap, slap!
"Ahh! I love this position!"
She never wanted to go back to that miserable life. No one acknowledged her, no one gave her a break. Always having her shit stolen by others, unable to even complain. As long as Haesol stayed by her side, she could keep this beauty forever.
'If only Haesol were pocket-sized, I could carry him around everywhere.'
Her own little lover—but sadly, he was a popular idol. No doubt fending off flirty women whenever she wasn't around.
"Mmm, Haesol, I love you. Gonna make you feel so good~"
"Love you too."
His response fueled her, and she worked her hips even harder. She'd drain every last drop so he wouldn't need other women. Unlike average guys, Haesol had a bottomless sex drive—she couldn't let him get snatched away!
Two hours later.
"Wh-why won't this thing die?! Ahhng...! No more... please... just cum already... hik!"
Han Minyeong, who had stubbornly held the reins through sobs, finally collapsed atop Haesol, strength spent.
He caught her firmly, but she resented him anyway. She'd realized she couldn't handle his endless stamina alone.
"You're a real monster."
"Doesn't it hurt? You went so hard. Made me cum buckets."
"I'm dying here."
"Aigoo~ Look at all that sweat. Someone might think you hit the gym."
"Heh, my thighs are shaking like I actually worked out."
Forget the sore pussy—her legs ached like post-workout muscle burn. What pissed her off was Haesol's cock, milked dry yet still rock-hard and ready.
"We've been at it for over an hour, you've cum five times, and it's still going? Shouldn't it be tired?"
Once in her mouth, four in her pussy. Yet Haesol looked fresh as ever.
"It doesn't go down easy. Even with you, I've gone five rounds before."
"Really?"
Come to think of it, sex with him always blurred into a haze. She held it together at first, but later she was always lost in ecstasy. She'd never realized he could go five times until today.
"Five times... I'm wrecked already. Can't handle you solo like this."
"It gets bigger with stimulation. No need to kill it every time, right?"
"...You're an idol. Other girls are gonna throw themselves at you when I'm not around, and now that shooting's wrapped, it's harder for us to meet. That bugs me."
"So that's why you insisted on taking charge despite being wiped? Weird thoughts."
On set, actors often dated during filming and split after. With King of Scholars done, Minyeong's anxiety was natural. Haesol understood, gently stroking her cheek.
"What're you worried about? Why would I dump a beauty like you?"
"...It's the face you made for me. I got nothing to offer you."
Top actress or not, her boosted confidence didn't match a superstar idol like Jin Haesol. She was just a seed in the dirt compared to him.
Haesol gripped her waist and lifted her off. As his cock slipped free, a stinging ache hit. Even empty, she felt phantom fullness.
"Ugh."
With the plug removed, cum gushed out. Minyeong hurriedly cupped herself.
"Tissues here."
"Thanks."
Wiping it away, she swallowed instinctively. Such a waste.
'Could've taken one of those four loads in my mouth.'
Regrettable, but fresh cum beat pussy seconds any day.
Her eyes drifted to his proud, upright cock. What she'd cursed moments ago now looked adorable.
"Lemme suck it."
"Don't push yourself."
"I want to. Only got one taste today."
Fearing rejection, she grabbed it quick. Holding it usually made him cave.
"...Fine. Do what you want."
As expected. Grinning, Minyeong extended her tongue to clean his slick, cum-and-juice-coated shaft. Salty, slippery—not tasty to most, but sweeter than honey to her.
Slurp!Sluuurp!Smooch, smack!
She polished every drop, then deepthroated him. The hot, throbbing length pulsed wildly in her throat, pulsing with life.
"Who do you think you are?"
"Dunno."
"Everyone's going nuts over Mask Singer lately—why're you so meh?"
Obviously, 'cause I'm the one blowing it up.
"We sing great too. I could nail that level easy."
"Pfft, you?"
Kang Kyungtae snorted like it was ridiculous.
"What? Hyung scared? Chicken?"
"As if!"
Said the guy who looked anything but confident. I'd snuck out for another Mask Singer shoot without telling the members. This time as Mask King, so prep was easier than my debut—no full rounds, just one song.
And shockingly, I claimed back-to-back crowns.
"Black Prince could snag five crowns easy, I bet."
"Five for graduation? Think we can?"
That'd mean three more shoots. Mask Singer ate up time listening to everyone—no schedules possible on filming days.
'Three more of those?'
Ten-plus hours of waiting for a 3-4 minute stage. Two crowns was glory enough; I was hoping to drop out next time.
"I wanna do Mask Singer too."
Our main vocal Kang Jun showed his greed.
"Me too!"
Nam Eungyu raised his hand, jumping in.
"You'd flop in round one."
"Oh yeah? Underestimating me?"
The same-agers bickered. To me, Mask Singer was old news, but here it was hot. Company staff who knew about my double crown expected a huge boost for our activities.
"Ask noona? Say you wanna go on Mask Singer."
"Perfect timing for us, right?"
"Drop a survival signal before heading overseas."
"Maybe?"
"……."
Members suddenly hyped for Mask Singer. If I stayed quiet, they'd bug the company. Time to spill to them—hiding it this long was pure luck.