A Fan's Whisper
Staring at her breasts, which had slid down so beautifully, I reached out and placed my fingers on her nipples, then swept them upward to push away the arms covering her face. “……”
After wiping away the tears from her eyes, which looked more pitiful than sorrowful, I roughly shoved my tongue between her slightly parted lips. “…Mmph, mm……”
I tucked the phone into my pocket for a moment and enjoyed her second kiss in this secluded space, now that she had lost all will to resist. Unlike before, this wasn’t for showing off to anyone. I kept at it relentlessly, stubbornly, until her sobbing stopped, dirtying only Seo Jia’s soft lips with my fluids.
“Hahk…, haa…. Haa…mm…, chu…uup….”
When her timid hands pushed me away, I pulled back just enough, then saw the moisture still lingering at the corners of her eyes and went in again. I thoroughly violated her tongue, which was so clumsy it couldn’t even find a rhythm. “Mmph…, puhh…, ha, that’s, ah……”
After toying with her for a long while, I finally released her tongue once she had stopped crying and accepted the situation. I lowered my body and brought the tip of my tongue to her breasts, which I hadn’t touched until now. I licked the appetizing nubs until the sounds were vulgar and obscene. “…Ptui.”
Finally savoring the chewy texture of her breasts, I sucked hard on her areola, spat the saliva pooled in my mouth into my palm, rinsed it roughly with the water I’d left on the car roof, and wiped it between her breasts. When her crying threatened to start again, I gently stroked her ear and licked the salty corners of her eyes. “…If you keep crying, this won’t end.”
“……”
The moment I whispered those short words into her ear, Seo Jia’s stiff body trembled, and she began breathing heavily again, just like before. “Hahk, hahk, ha…ak…, mm…, mmph…, chuup……”
I pushed another breath into her hyperventilating mouth. Once her breathing stabilized, I wiped away the flowing tears with my damp hand, endlessly teasing and soothing the girl who looked so weak and wretched. “Stop crying. …What if someone sees you like this?”
“Shut up…, huu….”
“You almost got kidnapped by that bastard that day. Our Yeeun. …You’re so scared. If you’d been locked up, you wouldn’t have even thought of running away, would you?”
“Huu…ugh….”
I meticulously shattered her completely broken mentality, burying it deep underground so it could never be pieced back together. “Looking at that gloomy bastard’s tweets, there were tons of photos of your clothes. You would’ve been raped wearing all sorts of outfits. Our Yeeun. …Well, all your fans are like that anyway.”
“No, only that bastard…”
“You really think so? …After all the shit-talking you did on your secret account?”
Even the remaining professional persona of ‘Seo Jia’ was trampled and destroyed. “You’re human too, so you must’ve had those thoughts. …You hate male fans who sweat buckets and smell, and you’ve always disliked that manager who looks at you lewdly. …Not once did you think I was better than them, even though you hate me?”
“No, I never… thought that…, mm…, mmph….”
The fact that she hadn’t even tried to escape from my arms proved that everything she said was a lie, yet she didn’t realize it. I shoved my tongue in again. “Pheh…, heek…. Haa….”
“…Imagine kissing your manager as disgustingly as we just did.”
“……”
After cutting the long strand of saliva between our lips with my finger, I wiped the fluids on my hand across her cheek. “The day he tried to drug you with sleeping pills and rape you, but I caught him. …If I hadn’t been there, think about what would’ve happened.”
“……”
“Would it have been worse than now? Or is now better? …If you think that would’ve been better, I won’t stop you from running. Go ahead and crawl over to your manager. He’d probably treat you gently too.”
I took the phone out of my pocket, captured her unfocused eyes on the screen, pulled out her curled tongue, and pressed my lips to her bright red ear. …In the gentlest, most affectionate tone I’d never even used with Haeun, I whispered the most sickening words in the world.
“…Seo Jia. I love you. I’m your fan. I’m so happy to be connected with you, Jia.”
“I, don’t…”
“I don’t regret what the manager did. …I’ll make you happy for the rest of your life.”
“I hate this……!”
Only after hearing that voice—so disgusting it even gave me chills—did she shove me away, screaming without caring if anyone was around. I placed my hand on Seo Jia’s head as she hugged herself and trembled, stroking her hair while she shook with rage and humiliation. …This time, I whispered in a low, blunt voice.
“…Do you hate that bastard more than me?”
“……”
“Then do exactly what I tell you. …Unlike him, I don’t really feel like fucking you. Anyway, once I rise up, there’ll be plenty of girls who like me.”
Though completely untrustworthy, she was swept up in my whisper that she had no choice but to believe. Biting her lips with a humiliated expression, she nodded. “…Then first, look at the camera and say cheese. Okay, one, two…”
Unable to miss that pathetic face, I first put my arm around her shoulder and took a selfie with her bright red face, then moved on to the next shot I’d already planned. …This time, not to enjoy alone, but to share. Of course, not with anyone beyond the screen.
**
I ran endlessly, not even knowing where to escape, the earphones in my ears threatening to fall out. The Seo Jia I’d seen all this time and the one I just met felt like completely different people. But her face hadn’t changed at all. No matter how hard I stared, it was still Seo Jia. …It was horrifying. Even the way she looked at me—pure terror without a trace of contempt. The sight of her entrusting everything not to me, but to that strange bastard.
“Hahk, hahk….”
After running endlessly through the darkness, I wanted to hide somewhere, so I entered the first PC bang I saw. Sitting in a quiet corner with no one around, I turned on my phone with trembling hands, ignoring the dozens of missed calls piled up, and opened the tweet with a new notification. “……”
A DM had arrived from someone. Hoping it was just some useless ad, I checked it without even breathing properly. …But it was the same account that had sent her photo earlier. This time, not a photo, but a short video. Even though I knew I shouldn’t click it, the hair color identical to the person I admired most in the world pulled my hand, and in a half-resigned state, I pressed the play button on the thumbnail.
-What are you doing. …Say what you want to say. I said I’d let you say what you want.
A man’s deep voice, invisible in the frame, and… likewise not shown in the video, but a face I’d seen for so long from nearby that I could draw it with my eyes closed now tormented both my eyes and ears.
-Okay, so just… let go… please….
Her own bare breasts—ones I hadn’t even dared to look at properly for fear of being caught stealing glances at her cleavage—were now exposed without a top or bra. With one arm covering her face as tears dripped down, she allowed that sensation I would never know in my lifetime only to the owner of the video.
-Just say it.
-Get… lost…, you psycho criminal bastard….
Uttering words whose recipient I couldn’t quite tell.
-Shit… you crazy bastard because of you…. Hahk…. Having to deal with a guy like this. Ugh…!
-Speak properly.
Now, she only let the most certain words spill from her beautiful lips.
-Huuut…, stop, it hurts. Don’t pinch… please….
Even in the shaking focus, her lewd and vulgar nipples stood out clearly to me, being squeezed and twisted at will by that bastard’s rough fingers. The more I watched, the more my breathing grew ragged.
-Haa…, fuck…. Because of that crazy stalker bastard, it’s really… fucking disgusting……!
The discomfort of watching someone even crazier than me, the sense of betrayal from her—who pretended to be kind, professional, and proper—showing the same side as the other members, and the self-loathing of not being able to look away from those beautiful breasts and tempting nipples even while being mocked by her and that man… it was all too much. I tried to throw the phone, but happened to catch sight of her pelvis and paused the video to stare at it. …I searched the unknown characters scribbled on her pelvis directly on the tweet.
A private account with the exact same background and bra from the video in its profile picture. I’d seen the contents on her phone before, but had forgotten the ID. As if possessed, I sent a follow request to that account. “……”
Soon the request was accepted, and all her hidden tweets were revealed. Malicious posts directed at all fans, including me, just like before, and photos that were all unfocused, dark… and obscene. “Ha…. Haha….”
After seeing the photo of her face blurred black, her breasts being crushed from behind by a rough man’s hands while she made V signs with both hands, I couldn’t hold back anymore. …I ran to the bathroom and vomited out this maddening disgust. After throwing everything up and splashing water on my flushed face, I returned to my seat. “Ha, this fucking bastard….”
…Near my seat, I saw the director cursing and looking for me. My hand gripping the phone trembled, and I fled the PC bang. If I got caught now, I’d have to face both of their faces at the police station. The tall, well-built man who treated me like an idiot, and my bias who likewise treated me like a criminal. …Not long after the lewd act ended, her face was still flushed red.