Secret (7)
The low, buzzing vibration jolted me out of a sweet nap. …There shouldn’t be anyone calling this phone. Aside from my family and the members….
“…Ah.”
In that instant, a chilling thought struck me. …The image I’d seen that day. That shameless photo floated up in my mind. Could that man have borrowed my sister’s or Hinami’s phone… just to mock me by sending something like that?
It was a completely groundless suspicion.
“….”
It was definitely groundless, yet the hand gripping my phone trembled violently. …The most recent notification was from a messenger app I never used, which made me shake even harder. And when I saw that the content was a video, the trembling grew worse.
“…Ha.”
When I opened it, photos and videos had flooded in from Hinami’s secret contact. …Enough to fill the entire chat window. The top image, half-cropped, showed Hinami in a maid outfit. The next was my sister wearing a similar maid uniform. Then came the video. The thumbnail showed… that man peeling off white thigh-high stockings.
“….”
I hurled the phone across the room. …It was clearly meant to mock me. There was no doubt he had filmed it on Hinami’s phone and sent it straight over. He knew that even if I reported it, I’d be the only one who suffered.
Fucking trash. …Is humiliating people really that fun for you?
“…Huu.”
I let out a long sigh, clenched and unclenched my tingling, trembling hands a few times, pulled my cap down low so my face couldn’t be seen, slipped on a mask, and left the house in baggy clothes.
…To pay that man back.
My name is Hwang Suah. I’m twenty-one years old. Born in 1998. My year in school is… a secret. Class of 2017. Currently on leave from university, using “self-development” as an excuse because I just wanted a break.
My hobbies are cursing at baseball games I learned from my uncle, playing games I learned from my cousin, and… well, masturbating, which I taught myself. I wonder how many dildos I have at home. I can’t even remember.
“Yes, thank you~.”
Ah, watching people with nice bodies should probably count as a hobby too. In that sense, the part-time job my uncle introduced me to was pretty perfect. The pay was decent, and the place was full of muscle-bound guys and women in leggings. Whether they were men or women, there was just something pleasant about looking at beautiful bodies, wasn’t there?
When I thought about it, I had one tremendous advantage as a woman: I wasn’t picky at all. As long as it wasn’t something inhuman, I could enjoy both male and female parts just fine. …Even I thought that sounded pretty depraved.
But as long as the perverted old-man instincts living in my head kept tempting me, there was nothing I could do. Maybe because of that twisted sexual wall, I didn’t have many friends. I had male friends, but no boyfriend. I think I’d been in a situationship once… There was definitely a guy I liked, but every time I tried to make plans he rejected me, so it never went anywhere.
…But honestly, it’s such a hassle. When I can just click at home and have endless filthy content pouring out, why bother? Why waste my time and emotions on dating when I have toys that don’t get pregnant, don’t carry diseases, don’t smell, and never go soft? The cost-performance ratio is terrible.
I could never have the kind of honey-dripping romance the boss and his girlfriend have.
“Haa. I want to go home…”
…To be honest, I wanted to clock out right now and play games at home. There were surprisingly many customers today. Was it because the boss was so famous? I even got his autograph through my uncle back when he was still an active player.
Ah, just thinking about it pisses me off. If that bastard manager hadn’t ridden the boss so hard back then, we wouldn’t have ended up with no pitchers last year and lost like idiots after giving up two home runs in the bottom of the tenth. I still don’t understand why they burned through a promising rookie who was throwing in the high 140s like that. …Was there some backstory?
If it was like the rumors said and they were planning to cash in and sell him off, I’d kill them. This is exactly why the team can’t win. Sigh, what a pathetic team….
“Hello.”
“…Ah. Hello.”
Just as the gradient of my rising anger was about to land a clean jab, the woman who had startled the hell out of me earlier came back.
I didn’t need to be told her name. Seo Jia. The daughter of our iron-wall general manager. Of course, even without that trivial TMI, she was just a famous person. Seeing her in real life, the impression was completely different from on TV. Even though she was wearing a hoodie, a cap, and a mask, there was something about her that screamed she was on another level. Could a face really be that small? Could legs really be that long?
…Wow. She wasn’t just tall—she was blatantly, openly tall. Not quite on the level of the boss’s girlfriend, but still. Rather than jealousy, I felt nothing but awe.
“…The boss hasn’t come in yet, right?”
“Ah, yes. He comes in after lunch.”
“….”
Seeing a woman like her come all the way here looking for the boss made me a little envious. Come to think of it, that idol named Hinami had also come to see the boss earlier, hadn’t she? The boss’s girlfriend… well, his wife, and these two. So many beautiful women flocking around him. Well… he’s actually dating the wife. These two are idols, so they’re probably just acquaintances. Seeing how my uncle has a lot of celebrity connections, it’s not impossible….
…Still, I’m jealous. Sometimes I fantasize about working as a coordinator for a male idol group and having the members obsess over me.
“Did the boss leave any message about me? Anything regarding my visit?”
“Um… not yet?”
“…Then could you give me his contact information?”
“The boss’s contact?”
“Yes.”
“Uh… just a moment.”
…Should I? Would he get mad if I gave it out without permission? But the person asking is Seo Jia. She’s a public figure. Giving it to her probably wouldn’t cause any major problems… and the boss had been chatting with her earlier too.
…No. I shouldn’t make that decision alone as a part-timer.
“Ah, I’ll call the boss and ask.”
“….”
Leaving the idol—who seemed to have some urgent business—to bite her lip and fidget anxiously, I contacted the boss. Since it might be personal, I hunched over as much as possible, even put in earphones just in case.
Tu-ru-ru, tu-ru-ru. After about twenty seconds of ringing—
Click.
The call connected.
“Hello? Boss…”
“It’s me.”
A sharp woman’s voice pierced my ear. …What? Don’t tell me the boss had turned into a woman….
“…Who is this?”
“…The boss’s girlfriend. Juhyuk is busy right now.”
Of course it wasn’t the boss. It was obviously the wife who had picked up. …She was openly admitting it like this, which was a little embarrassing. I thought they weren’t making it public, even if they weren’t exactly hiding it.
“Ah, um. A customer is here. She wants to contact the boss, so…”
“Who is it?”
“It’s… Miss Seo Jia. …The idol.”
“….”
I chose my words carefully to convey the message to the awkward person on the other end. She let out a deep sigh and handed the phone over to the boss.
“…Yeah, what is it?”
“Ah, boss. This is Suah. Miss Seo Jia asked if you had left any message about her…”
“Let her… in. …Huu. Ah. Yeah, I… I agreed to that. As an ad. For free… so just… do it.”
“…?”
The usual cool composure was gone. The boss sounded out of breath and was talking in fragments. …Was he working out? If so, why not just come in and do it here…?
—…Ram… kill….
The moment I thought that, I caught the faintest sound mixed between the boss’s words—the angry breathing of the wife.
—…Mmph… mmph….
Even smaller than the wife’s voice came the faint sounds of skin slapping—pap, pap—and the nasal moans leaking from a blocked mouth.
“…Boss?”
“Uh… hey. Sorry, sorry. I was lifting weights. Yeah, let her in. Let her in.”
“Ah, letting her in is fine since she already bought a day pass today. …She asked for your contact information?”
“…Give it to her. Give it.”
I hid my pounding heartbeat as best I could and relayed the message as calmly as possible. The boss’s voice came out strained, while in the background—
—…tact? ….
A terrifying whisper. The wife asking her man again in a murderous tone.
—…Mmph… u… uh…!
And an unidentifiable moan from someone else.
“…Ah, um. Right. What exactly is your relationship with… Miss Seo Jia?”
“…Huu. Girlfriend. Younger… sister. Real younger sister. Look it up. It’ll come up.”
“…Ah.”
It was so obvious that not realizing it made me feel like an idiot.
“Ah, then… I’ll hang up now?”
“Yeah… hang up.”
The boss hurriedly throwing his phone aside. The wife’s younger sister staring intently at my back. The wife on the other end of the line cursing out the boss. And another person whose silhouette I still couldn’t see.
“Ah. He said you can go in. Since he said so himself…”
“…And the contact information?”
“Ah, just a moment.”
As if nothing had happened, I pretended to be perfectly calm, removed the earphones, and handed the boss’s contact information to the woman.
“You can go inside. Thank you…”
“…Thank you.”
Only after watching her disappear inside did I let out a huge sigh and collapse onto the floor.
“…What the hell.”
What was that? …It was exactly what I thought it was.
“…Who was that?”
Who was that woman? …The boss had definitely left with three people. ….
Three people left, and only one came back here. Logically speaking… that left two. The problem was that there was already one person who should have been at home, making it three again.
“Crazy… this is crazy…”
…I’ve seen a lot of dirty stuff. I’ve watched a man barge into a yuri scene and fuck everyone. I’ve even secretly gotten off to male-oriented content that my fellow perverts openly despise.
…But even in those fantasy stories, something like this… never existed….
“…Haa.”
…Why? I felt like I could guess why that woman had come looking for the boss so desperately. Her own older sister. …And a fellow member of her group. If she thought the two of them were rolling around together, of course she couldn’t stay sane.
“….”
…In the same way, even someone like me who normally wasn’t interested was losing her mind right now. The phone sex I had just experienced for the first time was far too stimulating. It was on a completely different level from anything I had ever heard through a screen or earphones.
…I’m going insane. The fantasies won’t stop. The wife angrily tormenting the boss. And that small, perfectly proportioned idol trapped between them, her mouth covered, being ruthlessly violated while shaking her head wildly.
…Ah. Come to think of it, that idol was the general manager’s daughter, wasn’t she…? Which meant the wife was also the general manager’s daughter….
I swallowed hard. It was far too obscene, shameless, and stimulating a delusion for a pure young girl like me to handle.