King of Mask Singer 5 Crown King? (11)
It was fascinating. I'd known about these toys from years of watching porn, but seeing one in real life for the first time was something else. The smooth plastic texture stirred up a strange mix of feelings.
I turned around and held the device right in front of Jeonghwa's eyes, saying,
"This is a woman's masturbation toy, right?"
"!!"
I pulled out some wet wipes, cleaned it off with a quick swipe, then slipped back between her legs and pressed the pink toy against her clit.
"Ahhng! Daaahhng! Hngh! Eung... Ahng!"
Her back arched like a fish out of water. With pleasure amplification stacked on her clit, Jeonghwa's reactions grew even more intense.
Vrrrrmmm-vrrrrmmm-vrrrrmmm!
"Aaaahhh... Ah... Dae... Kyaaahhh!!!!!"
It felt like she was reacting even better than when I was thrusting with my dick. A weird sense of defeat washed over me at how this little toy was outdoing me. I kept the pink vibrator pressed to her clit and plunged my cock deep into her pussy.
Squelch, squelch! Plung! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Eumph, eumph!!! Kiiing!!!"
Jeonghwa turned into a mewling kitten, letting out pitiful moans as pleasure overtook her. Her hips started bouncing back with more bounce, driving deeper and faster.
Vrrrrm— Vrrrrmmm— Vrrrrrmmmm— Vrrrrm— Vrrrrmmm!
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. That was the signal she was reaching climax. I pulled the toy away from her clit, tossed it onto the bed, and kept stimulating it with my index finger instead.
Squirt!
"Ah... Aaaah!! Eueueueungmuuung!! Hiiit!"
Spluuuurt! Splaaash! Splaaaaash!
Fluid gushed out without restraint. Drip, drip! Her back floated in the air, and transparent love juices soaked the fresh, fluffy duvet.
Using the toy had brought Jeonghwa to orgasm faster than ever before. I couldn't ignore my own scorching-hot cock any longer. I grabbed her floating, spent hips, pulled them down, and thrust deep into her ripe, dripping pussy.
"Eumpht!"
"Krrgh! It's squeezing me so tight."
Still riding the aftershocks of her climax, her pussy clenched around me greedily. I unleashed all my pent-up lust into Jeonghwa's soaked depths.
Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth around the round ball gag.
"Hak...! Hak...!"
I hoisted her helpless body up, forced her onto her knees, and positioned her in a cat pose.
"I'll untie your arms now."
I undid the ropes binding her arms so she could hold the position, then groped her plump ass. Slick with oil, it felt perfectly chewy and elastic.
"I'm putting it in."
"Hahk... Hahk...!!"
Sluuuurp! Plung, plung, plung, plung!
"Woo... Wumu... Muu... Eu... He... Meu... Ut!"
I yanked her freed arms behind her back and bound her wrists with my hands. The crisscrossing red ropes on her back were pure temptation. From the front, her overwhelming tits mesmerized you; from behind, it was the thick, juicy flesh peeking through the bindings.
Slap slap slap slap slap~!
"Ut! I'm gonna cum!!"
"Huuuung...!!!"
I climaxed, shooting my load deep inside her pussy. Squirt, spluuurt! At the same time, Jeonghwa squirted her own clear fluids.
"Heok heok!"
"Huff, huff!"
The room echoed with our ragged breaths in the aftermath of the scorching sex for a good while.
"The Mask King, Black Horse Silver-Haired Prince, has claimed the 5th crown!!!!!!!"
Boom~! Boom~! Boom~! Boom~!
Waaaaah~!!!!
"Thank you."
"Wow~ Congratulations on graduating. It's been so long since we had a new graduate, right? According to the production team, it's been a whopping six months."
Wooo~
"Now, let's hear some thoughts from our champion."
Having nailed the Mask King's 5-crown stage, I finally ascended to the throne.
Truth be told, there had been some debate about whether pushing back our overseas activities was necessary. Especially since I wasn't exactly lacking confidence in winning. But now, it looked like delaying the overseas schedule was set in stone. I'd won the 5 crowns, and today, my identity would be revealed.
"I never imagined I'd make it to 5 crowns. I just focused on the shoot, thinking it was a great experience and to give it my all. I'm thrilled to have my name on this prestigious list, and I want to thank everyone who's been supporting me from behind the scenes."
"Looks like someone knew the Mask King's identity."
"Living together, it was impossible not to figure it out."
"Whoa! The Mask King is dropping hints left and right about revealing his identity soon. Hahaha!!"
"Uh...? Is that not okay?"
"No no, it's fine. But there are still a ton of people dying to know who you are. Isn't it more fun to reveal it when they're on the edge of their seats?"
Booo~!!!!
Jeers erupted from the panels and audience. The MC's cheeky hosting had me shaking my head; I could only imagine how they felt.
"Aww! I love this vibe."
"Devil, you're the devil."
"Hahaha! Alright, Mask King! Everyone was curious how you'd wrap up your final stage, and you delivered something totally wild again. Rap, of all things! I never saw it coming. Was there a reason you sang across so many genres instead of sticking to one?"
Booo~!!!!
"Aigoo, why the boos? I'm asking a question here."
"You could reveal your identity first!"
A panelist shot up in protest. Normally, the MC asked questions after the reveal. But with me, he was stalling with questions first—his intent was obvious.
"Whew~ At this rate, I'm gonna get pelted. Alright, one more answer, then we'll unmask the king. Sound good?"
Yesss~!!!! You bastard! Rip it off now! You're driving us crazy!!
"Uhahahat!"
The MC cackled at the raw curses from the audience. They'd probably edit those out for broadcast, but live, it was hilarious.
"Okay, can I answer now?"
"Yes, Mask King. Go ahead."
"Uh... Whether I won 5 crowns or not, today was definitely my last stage. So I thought a lot about what kind of finale to give. Then a... friend suggested trying rap. It felt like a rare chance to show my fans that side of me, so I went for it."
"So you're confident in rap too. Incredible versatility."
"Haha, you're embarrassing me."
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for—the unmasking! Mask King, how you feeling? Nervous?"
"Yes. A bit nervous, but mostly curious how people will react to my face."
"I'm dying to know too. I've even been threatened to spill it."
The very panelist who'd threatened me was playing innocent. Cheeky.
"The time has come to reveal the Mask King. Right now! Take off the mask~!!!"
Oooohhh~!!!!!!
I spun around, bowed my head, and removed the mask. The shoot that had dragged on for over two full months—spilling into the next—was finally over.
Whoaaaah!!! It's Jin Haesol!!! Real deal Jin Haesol?! Who's that? Whoa~ He's gorgeous. Damn, those looks! Who is it? Airplane? AIRPLANE!!! Kyaaaaah!!! Haesol~!!! Unnie's here!!! Kyaaaaah I love you!!!
Chaos erupted in the audience. I smoothed my sweat-matted hair and turned back around. The camera finally captured my bare face. After wearing the mask so long, shooting without it felt weird.
"Hello, I'm Airplane's Haesol."
I bowed 90 degrees and flashed a bright smile.
Waaaaah~!!!
The moment my face filled the screen up close, screams pierced the air. No one could hide their shock that the genre-spanning powerhouse Mask King—Black Horse Silver-Haired Prince—was a 21-year-old idol rookie.
Even those who'd guessed "probably Jin Haesol" were floored by the reveal.
"Your face is insanely handsome. Can't even approach. Wow~ You're even better in person. And just 21?"
"Yes, 21."
"How do you have that kind of emotional depth at your age?"
"Aigoo, thank you."
"No no no! Look at the panels right now—they're all frozen staring at Haesol-ssi."
With music experts on the panel, it was inevitable. Netizens had speculated, but seeing the real deal up close was mind-blowing.
"You're really 21?"
"Yes, haha."
"Unbelievable. Seriously, why hide that talent?"
We hadn't hidden it. People just dismissed male idols and never gave us a real shot.
"What a massive discovery."
"I hope we see more of Haesol-ssi on stages everywhere. Too good to bury."
"Industry folks watching, time to reflect. How did you overlook this talent?"
"Invite me to your concert later. I wanna go."
Again, we never hid it. But I could smile at their words because I knew the opportunity we'd craved was finally here.
'A graduate Mask King? They can't deny it now.'
We hadn't delayed overseas for nothing. We'd accidentally hidden our skills, but now we could flaunt them.
We'd planned overseas because there was nothing left to conquer here. 'Needed a big break, but none came. So we figured overseas would help us gauge timing.'
But Mask Singer created that break. Solid foundations don't crumble easily. Better to solidify our home base before expanding abroad.
I'd be the busiest, and the members would ride my coattails to promote the group. Finally, the real 'Airplane' could shine.
After the broadcast wrapped, during greetings with the panels, music legend Jang Seonhwa handed me her card.
"I'll call. Let's work together sometime."
"Gasp!"
Even if polite flattery, getting her card was huge—her influence was unmatched in music.
Manager Noona poked my side—bow properly!
"It's an honor, sunbaenim! Thank you! I'll be waiting!"
I bowed deeply and handed the cards to Noona as we finally escaped to the van.
"I'll sort the keepers and organize them."
"Yep."
"You killed it today. Great job. See this? Noona's phone's blowing up."
"Yeah."
"Your identity's already all over the industry chats."
They'd begged the audience for secrecy, but the staff blabbed everywhere.