#12. Photocard Shoot (3)
The fellatio started up again. This time, she took a deep breath, insisting she could do better, and she really put in the effort. It seemed like she'd remembered some theory(?) I'd tucked away in my head. Instead of forcing it with brute strength, she built up the sensation layer by layer before letting it burst all at once.
"Ngh... I'm gonna cum."
"Mmph!"
White fluid overflowed from her mouth, too much for her to handle. As long as it didn't get on my clothes, I was fine.
"Ugh... ptoo."
She couldn't swallow my semen and spat it out onto the floor.
"I'll grab some tissue."
It wasn't far from the bathroom, so I pulled up my pants and dashed out, coming back with tissue in hand. I felt a bit bad that everyone else was holding it in except for me.
I wiped up the semen from the floor and checked on her, who stood there dazed.
"You okay down there?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You gagged a bit."
"G-Gagged?"
Damn, that was cute. The way she tilted her head, not getting it, made me feel like a creepy old man devouring an innocent kid.
"Yeah, you gagged."
"Eek!"
Her eyes went wide. Her face flushed beet red. She fiddled with her lips, still stunned from what just happened.
"You worked hard too, so I gotta return the favor. Come here."
"N-No, I'm fine! I-I'm totally satisfied!"
She stammered when flustered. Honestly, I'd planned to go all the way when I first lifted her up, but after seeing her fellatio skills, I realized she was a virgin and backed off.
Can't take her first time in a place like this.
Doing it right here would be way too rude. But I couldn't just enjoy her soaked state all to myself and send her off unsatisfied. She said she was fine out of panic, but I knew her body felt otherwise.
"I'll give you a little taste of what real satisfaction is."
Her eyes shook. Like a herbivore about to be devoured, she squeezed her eyes shut in resignation, giving up all resistance.
Damn, that just makes me harder.
Fresh off cumming, my dick was bulging again. Naughty thoughts surged up.
"Closing your eyes like that makes me wanna do bad things."
"Y-Yes?"
"You looked like prey. Like a deer offering its neck to a predator without a fight."
"...That's not it."
"Don't do that with just anyone. I held back 'cause it's me—if it was someone else, they'd have eaten you up."
"No they wouldn't!"
"Growling now won't scare me. Anyway, stand over here."
I positioned her in a good spot and had her stick out that pale little ass.
"There you go."
"I-Is this right?"
"Yeah, perfect. Good girl. Oh, we don't even know each other's names. What's yours?"
I almost hooked up with a stranger without even names. Where'd my Earth morals go?
"Han Sojeong."
"I'm Jin Haesol. You probably know that already."
"Y-Yeah... I do. How could I not? I watched you the whole shoot."
Her blushing cheeks hinted at some fantasy about me. Was she a fan? That'd be trouble. Things were still heated from trash articles—not the time to stir up drama.
"You a fan? I don't do naughty stuff with fans."
"It's 'cause of the news, right? I'm not a fan. I'm studio staff."
"Yeah, true."
It felt a bit like forcing a square peg, but backing off now wasn't my style either. Sojeong's pale ass. Up close, her body was even slimmer than it looked. Her ass was tiny too. It almost reminded me of a baby's, stirring up guilt. She was so short—barely 150cm, I'd guess. But since the owner was a grown woman, I shook off the needless guilt.
I buried my face in her ass.
*Smooch!*
"Hyaaah!!!"
I stuck out my tongue and invaded her precious spot hidden between her cheeks. Tit for tat—call it pussy licking. She sucked my dick, so fair's fair.
♣ ♣ ♣
"Whoa, what happened to your face?"
"Washed up."
"No wonder you took forever. Your makeup's all gone."
"Yeah. Gotta redo it."
Ki Uyeon, fresh from his shoot, freaked at my face. Covered in her juices, I couldn't return without washing up. No choice—clean face, fresh makeup.
The coord noonas screamed, of course.
"Sorry."
"I brought chocolate, so forgive me."
"When'd you even buy this? Such a sly fox."
I appeased the coord noonas with pricey chocolate from nearby. They seemed pleased.
"Tastes better than expected."
"'Cause it's from a hot guy."
"Facts."
I endured their fangirling, got remade up, and waited. Soon, we finished group shots and 2:2:2 pairings.
I saved the drink number to my phone and ditched the evidence. Manager would confiscate it on sight.
"Good work, everyone."
"Thanks for your hard work!"
As shooting wrapped and we left the studio, my eyes met Sojeong's by chance. Her cheeks still glowed pink.
She stands out.
Her outfit matched the other staff, but she had a different vibe—like an invisible line separated her, making her seem from another world.
I'm the otherworlder, but Sojeong feels more like it.
We exchanged glances, then I hopped in the van back to the dorm.
I pulled out the studio number four days later.
"Sojeong?"
"Huh? Sojeong? Who's this?"
"Jin Haesol here."
"Uh... You mean Airplane Jin Haesol?"
"Yeah. How've you been?"
"OMG. Really Haesol?"
Her voice sounded unfamiliar—maybe 'cause it was over the phone, or four days made it feel new.
"Han Sojeong, right?"
It matched the drink number perfectly... Did she give the wrong one? But she recognized me fast.
"Oh! Sorry. This isn't Sojeong's number."
"Guess I dialed wrong. Sorry."
"No! Don't hang up. You dialed right. I thought you'd forgotten after so long—relieved now. I'm Sojeong's friend, Kim Danbi."
"I called the number on the drink. Why'd you pick up instead of Sojeong?"
"It was my number from the start, not hers. She doesn't know. She's scatterbrained—probably didn't check. I figured as much."
"...Why put your number on her drink?"
Using a friend for personal gain? Bad friend alert. That was the only logical leap.
My face twisted, but she threw a curveball.
"Before my business, one question: What do you think of Sojeong? Serious about dating her?"
"Why tell you? No business with you—gimme her number."
"Of course. But answer first. I know I sound crazy. Rude, annoying. Hate getting hated by hotties. But circumstances suck. Gotta ask despite the hate. Answer, and I'll apologize a hundred times."
Still didn't make sense. No interest in playing her game.
"Kim... Danbi, right? What if I'm pissed and lost interest in Sojeong?"
This world's gender-reversed—men hold power. Women are weak in relationships. If I cut ties over her meddling, she'd be in trouble.
"Tragic. You two look perfect, ruined by this. I'll seem villainous, but can't help."
She's bold.
"What if I go to the studio and spill everything to Sojeong?"
"Hm, tough one. But fine. She knows why I'd do it and would understand. Might ditch me for you. But I'm petty—long grudges. Your neck'll itch."
Confident, fearless. She believed Sojeong wouldn't waver. We hadn't gone all the way—easy to fizzle. I liked her, but no must-have reason. But this twist changed things.
What're these two?
What bond makes her so sure? Lesbians? Heard plenty pair up from male scarcity.
"You two dating, and I butted in blind?"
"Not crazy enough to pimp my girlfriend. Though you might think I am."
"Pure friendship thing?"
"Yes."
"Cool. Fun. Lots to talk about—meet face-to-face."
Phone felt insufficient—wanted to see her reactions.
"...Face-to-face? Bolder than expected."
"Apologize without showing your face?"
"Hohoho! True. Proper apology needs faces. But okay with your schedule? Busy idol?"
Dating trumped work.
"Free today. No schedule. Activities winding down. But pro here—pick time and place. That fair?"
"Of course. Just mind I'm working."
"Weekend—working?"
"Today? Now?"
Nam Eungyu's rec popped up: discreet spot for insiders. Private rooms, soundproof, remote—low foot traffic. Pricey drinks and seats, but celeb hotspot unknown to normals. Owned by oblivious granny. Perfect for Kim Danbi.
Curious as hell about her story.
"Nothing stopping you, right?"
"Hehe, got it. Not one to back down. See you. Text time and place."
*Click!*
Call ended. Time to prep and head out.