Temptation (4)
I stared intently at her, the frustration rolling off her in waves, and tried to settle the restless feeling churning inside me. I knew she would say something like that. I’d even hoped for it. But knowing didn’t make the ache disappear. Living with a beautiful, big-breasted woman I could push into doing anything with the slightest pressure, then enduring days of forced abstinence, wasn’t exactly fun for me either. Grinding against her like that in the bathroom and walking away without release was stressful enough on its own. So yes—I was backed up. Badly enough that I felt like taking it out on this innocent girl in front of me.
“Come in, oppa. You said you already ate, right?”
“I left some chicken behind while I was eating.”
“That makes sense. It’s not good to move around right after stuffing yourself, is it?”
This was the second time. Stepping foot into an idol’s private space again. Last time I had Haeun with me, so a decent excuse might have kept me safe. Today there was no excuse at all. I was completely exposed. If a reporter somehow snapped a photo, it wouldn’t be something I could clean up on my own.
…And honestly, that danger was a little thrilling.
“Oh, and while you’re here, could you sign this for me?”
“What is it?”
“Um… a contract?”
The moment I entered a place her fans would lose their minds over, she darted into her room, came back in a hurry, and set a single sheet of paper on the dining table.
A contract. Something I thought I’d never have to deal with again appeared before my eyes and caught me off guard. But when I actually read the contents, my surprise only deepened.
“What the hell is this?”
“It’s for confidentiality… and to secure your portrait rights?”
The sentences had no formatting or legal formality whatsoever. Yet the intent was spelled out with perfect clarity.
1. High-definition CCTV is installed in every room of this residence. The owner of said footage, Hinami, may use it in any manner she wishes. The signer will raise no objection.
2. Any events, recorded videos, or photographs that occur within this residence may not be leaked to third parties without Hinami’s explicit permission. Violation will result in severe punishment.
I wasn’t sure this even qualified as a contract. If anything, it felt more like a reflection of her personal tastes. A girl who’d suck a stranger’s cock the first time they met clearly didn’t have normal sexual inclinations.
“Give me the pen. I’ll sign.”
There was no reason to fight her on it. We both just wanted to enjoy each other, and getting caught with any photos or videos wouldn’t benefit me either, so I had no reason to break the terms. Whatever she planned to do with the footage was none of my business.
“Wow, your signature is really cool, oppa.”
“I used to sign a lot back in the day.”
“Were you that popular?”
“Pretty popular.”
I finished the signature I’d nearly forgotten how to write after so many years and calmly studied Hinami, who was still standing there staring at me.
Unlike her TV appearances, she wore only light makeup. Her clothes weren’t deliberately provocative, yet they carried a subtle sensuality. The faint scent of shampoo clung to her as if she’d just stepped out of the shower. If I hadn’t known her true nature, even I would have been incredibly nervous. After all, she was the kind of celebrity you’d see flipping through channels.
“I’m pretty popular too, you know.”
“You’re way past ‘pretty popular.’”
“Hehe, that’s true.”
But when she smiled so naturally like that, it was easy to forget she was an idol. She just looked like any fair-skinned girl her age. Her slightly awkward pronunciation didn’t grate if I stopped noticing it. Only her white hair and striking face screamed that she was an idol through and through.
“Well, we’ve taken care of all the formal stuff… What do you want to do now? Want a tour of my room?”
“I already saw most of it last time.”
“Ah, right. Then I’ll show you this room. Follow me.”
I took the tiny hand she offered without hesitation. I hadn’t noticed at the entrance because of the step, but up close it was obvious how small she was. If I stood straight and hugged her, the top of her head wouldn’t even reach my chin. Her profile listed her at 160cm, but she looked at least three centimeters shorter than that. Her proportions were so good that she appeared taller and more elongated on camera.
“Ta-da. This is my dressing room.”
Following her while lost in thought, I found the space packed with clothes worthy of such an impressive clothing rack. Outfits a celebrity could wear outside were placed within easiest reach. The kind of clothes she would never wear for normal outings were tucked into harder-to-reach spots.
“Those are from the music video shoot. I always buy similar versions after filming ends.”
She rummaged through the less accessible section and showed me each piece one by one. Cheerleader. School uniform. Nurse outfit. A princess’s extravagant dress, fairy wings, a wizard’s cloak, a furry animal costume. Outfits I’d seen somewhere before hung neatly on the racks.
And in a more secluded corner…
“Ah, those are my personal clothes. …I really love cosplay. I bought tons of manga, too.”
More extreme pieces. Maid outfits that looked more appropriate for a whore than an actual maid. A bunny girl costume straight out of a strip club. A ridiculously short school uniform that made me question the principal’s hobbies. A bikini with a cat-head cutout over the chest. Full-body tights with only the sleeves removed.
“Ah, I like that drama too, so I bought this one. What do you think? Doesn’t it look like a really nasty supporting female lead?”
She pulled out the office outfit mixed among them, held it against her body, and giggled with clear delight. It was a completely different smile from the idol grin she showed in the music videos and concert fancams I’d looked up before. This was the everyday expression of an ordinary college girl showing off her clothes.
“If you need any, I’ll lend you a few. Ah… would the sizes even fit?”
“If they don’t fit, that has its own uses.”
“Hmm… that’s true. Sometimes Jia wears things that are too tight on her, and the fancam views jump like ten times.”
The natural flow of that everyday conversation was suddenly wiped away as she flashed a mischievous smile, radiating a dangerous, seductive scent.
“Later you can pick a few and give them to Haeun unnie as a present… Okay. So here’s the real question.”
“Out of nowhere?”
“I told you I wanted to play a game today, remember? Anyway, here’s the problem. …Which outfit do you think I want to wear right now?”
She gave me a problem I couldn’t possibly get wrong, her smile full of wicked promise.
“What do I get if I guess correctly?”
“If you guess right, I’ll wear exactly that outfit for you.”
“And if I’m wrong?”
“…Then I suppose I’ll have to wear the wrong one, won’t I?”
“I’ll go with that one.”
“Wow, correct answer! How did you know?”
“You sent me a picture of you wearing it on Telegram last time.”
Even if I’d chosen wrong, it probably would have been accepted as right. But what I picked was the most recent one I’d seen—the nurse outfit.
“Eh, I thought you wouldn’t pick the nurse one.”
Nurse outfit.
“I chose it thinking you’d want to try something new. Was I wrong?”
“Ah, the reason’s a little off.”
The real reason I picked it was because it hadn’t looked that lewd.
“…That’s the exact same one from the music video shoot. It’s been worn… so it’s secondhand, right?”
…At least until I took it off her.
“How much would it go for?”
“Who knows. If I auctioned it to my fans… maybe around a hundred million won? I bet someone would buy it.”
Because even if I wore it, people would still see the Hinami from the music video.
I liked it. In more ways than one.
Hinami’s Room. I set the nurse outfit she’d brought on the bed and sat down beside it. The air felt strangely charged, yet not awkward. It was the same atmosphere I always sensed in a woman’s room—excluding that bastard’s room, of course.
“Ah, um… I’ll set something up first…”
“Set up what?”
“The camera. …That CCTV has terrible audio and the resolution is awful.”
She pointed at the CCTV embedded in the corner, then stood up from the bed, pulled a tripod and camera from a drawer, and began setting it up with practiced ease. She positioned it so the entire bed was perfectly framed. After pressing the red record button, she slipped back into the frame and sat right beside me, pressing her body close.
“Ahem, um. Ah. Uh… what was I going to say again?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Oh. Right. Greeting. Hello everyone, this is Hinami. Please take good care of me.”
She bowed deeply toward whoever might be watching beyond the lens and even waved both hands side to side. The intention was painfully obvious.
…She must have invited a guy like me inside because she enjoyed things like this. What a perverted woman. Honestly, even I was a little thrown off—this type was new to me. But if you asked whether I disliked it, the answer was no. Our codes matched perfectly, if anything.
“The person sitting next to me is Jia’s boyfriend… No, Jia’s older sister’s boyfriend. I almost misspoke.”
“I’m not her boyfriend. I just got dumped, remember?”
“Ah, that’s right. Not a boyfriend… more like her Master? Right?”
“…Close enough.”
I played along with her and met the gaze of the camera staring at me.
…Would anyone ever watch this video? Just imagining it gave me a headache, but strangely, the thought didn’t feel bad. It would only be annoying.
“Anyway. I’ve brought Jia’s older sister’s Master here like this. Um… we’re going to play a game.”
“What kind of game?”
“Mahjong or maybe Rich Man… Ah. Oppa, do you know those?”
“How would I not know? …And doesn’t mahjong need four players? There’s only two of us.”
“Wow. You actually know.”
I was briefly surprised when she suddenly brought up a real game, but I did know the basics of mahjong. Everyone’s at least heard of it even if they don’t know the rules.
“Then unfortunately we’ll have to play something else. Um… how about rock-paper-scissors?”
“What are we betting?”
“This. …Let’s bet on this with each other.”
…Strip rock-paper-scissors. I never thought I’d get the chance to play it. Especially not with a woman like this, in a place like this.