Behind Closed Doors
The bitter, nauseating taste filled my mouth completely. Yet I kept sucking on it greedily, as if it were candy. It wasn’t pleasant or enjoyable in the slightest. It felt as though I were under some kind of spell. I sucked until my jaw ached, until a sharp pain shot through my head, and only then did I spit it out.
“…Wipe your mouth first. And put your clothes back on.”
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me away, then strode past the doorframe, tossed a towel at me, picked up the yukata lying on the floor, and handed it over before slamming the door shut and disappearing back into the room.
I wiped myself down with the towel, slipped the yukata back on and tied it properly, rinsed my filthy mouth several times, then carefully opened the door and walked back toward him.
“Ahaha, what’s this? Jia, you’re joining us now?”
“…That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
The women clinging to either side of him sneered at me, pouring out their malice. Even though common sense and reason had already collapsed for all of us. I returned their mockery with a cold smile of my own.
“Why? Did you finally make up your mind?”
“…Please come with me.”
I took his wrist as he sat there and led him toward the sliding door of the neighboring room, walking ahead so that my sister and friend would never be able to watch.
“…You two, just wait here and rest.”
I was different from them. Common sense and reason were still intact inside me. At the very least, I knew that what I was doing was wrong. Unlike the others, I fully understood that this was a betrayal of the fans. I knew all too well that it was strange for multiple women to cling to a single man. That was why I had made my decision.
…I would make sure he belonged to no one else.
“….”
The moment the sliding door closed and we were alone, I untied the sash of my yukata. The moment it came loose, the fabric slid down, revealing my naked body beneath. Facing him in that loose state, I brushed my damp hair back, tidied it, then pressed my forehead against his chest and whispered softly against his heart.
“…As long as you don’t finish inside me, I’ll do anything. So please, don’t let those two into this room.”
“Why? …Because you want to keep me all to yourself?”
“It’s not that. It’s just… common sense. …Haa. I don’t want to do it with several people at once.”
“….”
No matter what he did to me now, it no longer stirred any particular feeling. He was the one who had already dragged me to rock bottom and thrown me into the swamp. But the two women in the next room were different. Whether it was my sister or Hinami, the moment they mixed their bodies with his, they would feel jealous of me. That much, I could accept. But being looked down on by them—that, I could never tolerate, even if I died and came back to life. No matter how I thought about it, I was not a lesser human being than either of them.
“Besides, you were the one who said it first, Kang Juhyuk. You asked if I wanted revenge on her.”
“If you want revenge, shouldn’t you let her see?”
“…That perverted bitch wouldn’t get angry just from watching.”
“True enough.”
So I wanted to lock everything inside a tightly sealed box. There was no need to let them know what had happened. If I satisfied him with sex that was only slightly more demanding than usual, then even if I wore a meaningful smile, he wouldn’t bother to uncover its true meaning. After all—
“But if I listen to you, I don’t really stand to gain anything. Don’t you think playing with those two would be more fun than playing with just you?”
“…Still, I’m an idol…”
“Hinami’s an idol too—popular and pretty, just like you.”
I was an idol who lied to countless fans.
“Even so, I’m still…”
“Your sister’s body is sexier than yours.”
…A twenty-year-old girl with a body far too lewd for her age.
“But I’m still… normal.”
“….”
At least, unlike the women in the next room, I was an ordinary person who still felt revulsion toward vulgar sex. Because it was Kang Juhyuk whose brain was broken, he would surely want me—the one who hadn’t completely fallen apart yet.
“As long as you don’t come inside me… I really will do anything…”
“If you say it like that, I might not use a condom.”
“…I took the pill.”
“….”
…So it would probably be fine. With a face flushed and damp with sweat, I gave him a faint, mocking smile. The two women in the next room would break on their own.
“You must’ve been desperate to get fucked if an idol like you popped pills and came all the way out here on a trip.”
“…I’m sorry.”
“If you took the pill, then creampie should be fine, right? Or are you deliberately phrasing it that way because you want to be forced?”
“That’s… I’m still not sure…”
“…I know. Taking it mid-cycle is always ambiguous.”
Instead of bowing my head to women smaller and more pitiful than me, I bowed it to someone far larger, stronger, and more terrifying. I offered him my breasts.
“Lie down. …Spread your legs too.”
“…Yes.”
With the front of my yukata spread wide open, exposing everything from neck to toes—
“Look at the camera and say it clearly. What exactly you’re about to do.”
“Y…es.”
I nodded toward the phone he had picked up from the corner of the room.
“Start with your name. Age. Job. All of it. Size too.”
“…Seo… Ye-eun. I’m nineteen years old… Ah, twenty in Korean age. My job is… idol. And my size is… D-cup.”
“Doesn’t look like a D-cup no matter how I look at it. Why are you downplaying it?”
“…F-cup.”
“Thought so.”
He climbed on top of me as I lay there, asked for my personal details, and fondled the breasts I had just claimed were F-cup. Pinching the flesh between his thumb and forefinger as if measuring, he squeezed hard, then lightly licked it with his tongue. After tormenting my breasts with his hands several times, he let go for a moment.
“What did you ‘tell’ them you were doing in Japan this weekend?”
“…I said I was going to work on a schedule with Hinami.”
“Then what did you actually ‘come here to do’?”
“Travel with my sister… Ah—!”
“…Again.”
“…To have sex… with Kang Juhyuk.”
“Good.”
Repeating the purpose of this trip over and over, he steadily chipped away at my dignity like a sandcastle. So that even if it collapsed all at once someday, it wouldn’t feel strange. Little by little, from the bottom up. Scooping out handfuls with both hands.
“You like having sex with me that much?”
“…No.”
“Then why did you come?”
“If I didn’t… Kang Juhyuk would hate it…”
“You don’t like sex, but you don’t want to lose me. Is that what you’re saying?”
“…Yes.”
“What the fuck, you sound like a high school girl who’s never dated before. …Ah, right. You were a high school girl until last year, weren’t you?”
“…Yes.”
He forced words that were neither truth nor lies out of my mouth, then spat them back onto my face. He was already rapidly destroying the sandcastle that had been teetering.
“Ha, fine. Let’s say that’s roughly it. First, tell me in detail what you’re going to do here today.”
“I’m going to… have sex… with Kang Juhyuk…”
“…In detail.”
“In detail, well… whatever you… want…”
“…Enough. Then tell me what you’re going to do tomorrow instead.”
“Ah, that’s… I’m going to film a vlog with Hinami, and when we get back…”
“When you get back?”
“…Have sex… again.”
“…Film a video for the fans, then film yourself getting fucked by a man?”
“…Yes.”
Even though nothing had been done to me yet, I felt myself crumbling far more than when I had been sucking his cock. Lying beneath him, I simply stared blankly at the lens.
“Aren’t you sorry? To the fans who spend money on you.”
“…A little.”
“A little?”
“Yes.”
…I should feel sorry, but in truth, I bowed my head to fans I didn’t feel that sorry toward.
“…Interesting. Then, is there anyone else you feel sorry toward?”
“…My sister.”
“Why her?”
“Because I came all the way on this trip and stole you from her…”
…There was no need to feel sorry, but I sincerely apologized to the sister I intended to torment until she felt sorry.
“You think you can steal me from her?”
“…Yes.”
“…How amusing.”
Meeting his sharper-than-ever gaze, I forced the corners of my mouth upward into an awkward smile. Then—
“Fine. Let’s see how far you’ll go. I’ll make sure the door stays shut, just like you want. Wait here.”
“…Yes.”
I watched his retreating figure as he left to give strict instructions to the women in the next room. For the brief moment I was alone, I brought my knees together and pressed my forehead to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“…I’m sorry… for being so rude until now…”
The moment he returned, I offered an apology that contained neither truth nor lies.
“…Not sincere enough.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Strip.”
“…Yes.”
I threw off even the loosely worn yukata, conveying complete submission with my body.
“…I already wiped it earlier, so don’t think it’s too dirty. If it really bothers you, I’ll even bite your toes.”
“Ugh… Yes, sir…”
Looking down at me, he pressed his foot firmly against the back of my head, then unexpectedly lifted it quickly. Instead, he grabbed my hair and pulled me upright.
“…Lie down and spread your legs obediently.”
“….”
He made me take a posture far more humiliating and shameful than pressing my forehead to the ground, and accepted my submission. Being trampled by him, having my mind and body violated while submitting—surprisingly, it wasn’t… disgusting at all.