Overseas Reality Filming Trip (4)
Muse. A being that inspires in the realm of art. Since she's a fashion designer, it wasn't an out-of-left-field request. And for me, it wasn't a hard favor to grant. I'd already had a schedule in mind from the moment our conversation started.
"Aaaah! Oh! Thud! Oh! Haaang! Aaaah!"
I grabbed the hand of the woman who'd begged me to be her muse and led her into the hotel room. Since she was already a guest staying at the hotel, there was no issue getting in. Once inside, I pounded her relentlessly. She screamed so loud the room echoed with her moans, but her stamina gave out after just two rounds, and she completely passed out.
"N-no more. Stop!"
"I'm just getting started, though?"
"Oh, you're insane. You're one hell of a man."
"You asked me to be your muse—gonna settle for just a taste? Won't you regret it?"
I'd told her upfront that we'd be heading back to our country soon, so today was our only shot. Joanna looked genuinely bummed about it. But it seemed the short session wasn't entirely useless for me.
"It was like fireworks exploding in my head."
"Fireworks?"
"Yeah. You're definitely qualified to be my muse." That damn muse talk again. Joanna promised that once she turned our time together into clothing designs, she'd send them straight to me.
"Can I ask what you do for a living?"
"Why?"
"If you're a model, we could spend way more time together."
"Sorry to disappoint, but no modeling for me. You'll find out what I do eventually anyway, so I'll just tell you straight up."
"I'm an idol."
"An idol?! For real?? I had sex with an idol?!"
She jumped up in shock at the word. In this world, male idols are the embodiment of women's desires. You wouldn't believe how much fanfic gets churned out about sleeping with or dating one.
"How have I never heard of you? A guy like you has to be a huge star."
"Totally possible. I haven't debuted yet."
"Knew it! No way a guy like you is out there and I wouldn't know about it."
I know I'm handsome, but I didn't realize my looks were valuable enough to impress a foreigner like that.
"You really like my face that much?"
"Playing coy?"
"Not coy. There are tons of people debuting as idols. It's not like you have to know me."
I hadn't shown her my dancing or singing. All she'd judged me on was my face. Joanna answered firmly.
"A muse isn't just anyone. Your face deserves to be known worldwide. When you debut officially, let me know. I wanna reserve spot as your number one fan."
Poni's gift of a face must be worth more than I thought. Should I thank that little shit?
"One thing's for sure—you're my first foreign fan. But who knows how valuable that'll be. Debuting doesn't guarantee stardom."
"If you don't make it as an idol, hit me up. You've got serious model potential."
"Even with zero modeling knowledge?"
"It's a pro world, sure, but talent rules it. Yours is worth investing time to train."
"My talent being... my face again?"
"Not just your face—your build too. You've got the ideal model physique."
I knew zilch about the industry, so I couldn't fully buy it. But her bold claim that she'd recommend me even if idol life flopped? That felt good. Can't be mad at compliments.
"Anyway, knowing you're an idol makes me thrilled. This might not be our first and last meet-up. I can see you modeling the clothes I make with you as my muse."
"How?"
"I'll sponsor outfits for your company."
Joanna was already buzzing with energy, like the designs were done.
"Love the fashion design passion, but your stamina's back—ready for round two?"
"Huh?"
"Told you. We're not done yet."
"Eek! No, inspiration's hitting!"
"I'll drown you in pleasure that'll spark even stronger ideas."
I spread Joanna's legs and slid between them.
"Urk! Plunge!"
A Western girl's pussy is deep and soft. It greedily swallowed my huge cock, squeezing like it wanted more!
Time to spend some coins.
I'd always been proud of my size, but after meeting a Westerner, my dick felt a tad shy. Maybe I need to bulk it up enough to overwhelm them too?
Current Coins: 3085
Even after burning some saved coins, 85 left meant I'd been grinding my hips like a machine. The unexpected 3,000 from Jua noona's pregnancy were untouched—backup if something happened to her. But I wasn't hoarding all for her. At least 1,000 for my own upgrades.
Poni scouted useful shop items, but choice paralysis had me stuck. Post-debut, stacked coins would save my ass.
And now's the moment!
Dump all 85 into sexual prowess.
Used 85 coins. Penis size increased by a total of 4.7cm.
The random hellish gains vaporized 85 coins in a flash. But the result satisfied me—my now beefier cock finally shocked Joanna.
"???"
"What's up?"
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Something felt off... Ahh!? It's hitting spots that weren't reaching before!"
"That was just the appetizer. Told you—the real fun starts now."
"Hyaaak! Uh, yes, right there!! Ack! So deep! Too deep!! Hngh-!"
Joanna buried her face in the pillow, her ass fully mine in that moment. I thrust mercilessly into her sopping pussy. Squish, squish, squish, squish! White foam and juices poured out, the wet slaps echoing through the room.
"Aaaahhh!! Oooh!! There!! Yes!! Okay!! Pound! Honey! Crazy!!!"
Pound-pound-pound-pound-pound-pound!
For Joanna, who loved it rough, I hammered with full force. Honestly, the tightness wasn't top-tier—not like the vice-grip workouts from noona or Ahyun.
Blood's still trickling.
Shocking she was a virgin. First time and she's begging for harder? Impressive.
After popping her cherry, she said it felt refreshingly open and demanded rougher sex. Total masochist vibes.
I unloaded deep inside, then pulled out and shoved into her mouth. Gripping her throat with both hands, I buried it deep. Virgin Joanna sucked like a pro—her neck bulged visibly with my cock's shape.
"Gulk, glurk, gluk, mmph! Kek!"
After throat-fucking her awhile, she gagged and spat it out. Drool dripped to the floor.
Joanna spat on my dick and gripped it hard.
"Am I drunk or something?"
"Why?"
"It looks bigger than when we started."
4.7cm longer was noticeable, sure.
"How closely were you staring to notice?"
"...Ahem."
"You've been sneaking peeks. Go ahead and look openly— we're both naked here."
Maybe because she wanted me as her muse, she'd groped and eyed my body nonstop during sex. Her gaze was too hot to ignore.
"Sorry. Did it creep you out?"
"Nah. I groped and ogled you plenty too."
Seeing me unfazed, her face flushed as she mustered courage.
"C-can I... look a bit closer? Purely for muse reasons. I'm not a perv."
Say that without asking to be roughed up next time, Joanna.
With permission, she pushed me onto the bed and explored my body in earnest.
"It's... perfect."
Her face beet-red, eyes ecstatic like she'd found treasure. She traced from my head to toes, then her eyes sparkled. She grabbed paper and pen from her handbag.
Scribble-scribble. Scribble-scribble-scribble!
Just like when she asked me to be her muse—she was channeling inspiration from my body into designs. Her speed was pro-level.
Real designer, huh.
I watched, mesmerized, as passion drove her. How could anyone not fall for that? The thick, lewd scent in the air didn't faze her focus.
Throb!
Heart pounding at her working form, I gripped my revived cock and stroked. Didn't wanna interrupt, but needs are needs.
She finished one design in a flash and flipped for the next. She noticed me jerking to her only after filling ten sheets.
Stroke-stroke-stroke!
"...My god. What are you doing?"
"Jerking off 'cause you're too sexy."
"S-sexy? Me? While I was working?"
She had no clue how hot she looked in the zone.
"How could my heart not race watching you work so passionately? You're too cool—I couldn't hold back."
"Still hard?"
"Blew twice watching you."
"Damn, you really are incredible. Does it ever go down?"
"Not while we're together."
Joanna burst into giggles, flashing a charming, playful smile.
"Inspiration's run dry—can you refill me?"
"Of course. I'll get you twenty more designs today. I'm your muse, right?"
I pounced. And true to her word for bed, she nailed thirty designs that day.