Temptation (10)
The sun was sinking low beyond the window, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks. It had already been well over an hour since Oppa first stepped into this house. If I really thought about it, the actual sex probably hadn't taken all that long. The teasing and games we played in between were what dragged on the most.
“Ah, by any chance, Juhyuk Oppa… about Haeun—”
“No.”
He finally removed the collar. The stockings, the clothes, the hat, the gloves. Even the band-aid. The moment he told me to strip, I obeyed instantly and escaped my nakedness with the oversized box tee he’d casually tossed me from the closet.
Oppa seemed to have hit that post-nut clarity and turned surprisingly gentle, so I tried slipping in what I wanted, but he cut me off immediately.
…What a shame. When I did the exact same thing to Haeun unnie, it felt so incredibly good.
“Eh~ why not? We signed the contract and everything. You said I could do whatever I wanted.”
“…I’ll send it tonight. Around bedtime.”
“Ah, yes! Then I understand~”
At least it wasn’t a flat-out refusal, so that was a relief. I’d just have to nudge him a little more later.
…More importantly, when he said “bedtime,” did he mean my bedtime? Or Haeun unnie’s? Or… was he talking about his own?
…No way. Was he actually planning to stay the night? The manager would come pick me up tomorrow. Though I doubted they’d come all the way up here.
“Anyway… so is today… over?”
“Is what over?”
“…Do I really have to say it out loud?”
But watching Oppa keep acting so wickedly made me fantasize about him boldly showing himself to the manager oppa too. Well, the manager has some experience in this industry. And since he doesn’t seem to like me much, he probably wouldn’t be too shocked. It’s not like there aren’t one or two idols with messy private lives.
…Of course, if it were Jia, the manager might actually have a small mental breakdown.
Jia really is too kind to people who don’t deserve it.
“You like it, don’t you? That kind of thing.”
“Ah, seriously. You pervert. …Sex. You’re not going to give me any more?”
It would be so nice if he could be as honest as me. Fidgeting with my toes, I answer that slightly annoying, sly smile on his face. I’m the kind of girl who says she likes what she likes, hates what she hates, and wants what she wants. Unlike some people.
“As long as you’re still fine, there’s no problem.”
“Really? …You’re not just saying that?”
“Check for yourself.”
“Hmm….”
Just like he promised last time, even though I couldn’t see it right now because he had his pants on, it felt like such a waste to leave that cock—swollen stiff after days of abstinence—untouched.
…Anyway, once I went back, Haeun unnie would definitely scold me. So I’d steal as much as I could before that.
“…Oppa, if you became an AV actor, you’d be insanely popular.”
“Who knows. At this size, even the actresses might hate it.”
“Eh, no way. I… really loved it, you know?”
I showered him with every compliment I could think of, trying to make that rigid cock even harder. I didn’t even need to lie. If there was a dirty video featuring a man like Oppa, I’d probably have watched it on repeat.
…Of course, actually getting fucked by it was dozens of times better.
“…That’s because you only took half of it last time. Besides, sex for work and sex for pleasure are completely different.”
“You sound like you’ve done it for work before.”
“Haven’t you ever done something you enjoy as work?”
“Hmm… Ah. Dancing. But I always enjoyed performing way more than practicing.”
“Why?”
“Because everyone’s staring at me, right? When people cheer for me, my brain kind of… floats away.”
“…I know the feeling.”
It was like what I felt at concerts. That moment on a roller coaster at an amusement park, climbing higher and higher. Ah, but the direction was completely opposite this time.
…Today it felt like being slammed straight down from that great height. Even if my heart dropped, the pleasure was so dizzying I could only think, Oh, so this is what it feels like.
“Anyway, if you want to do more, just say the word. …I’ll just keep rolling around like this. Please?”
“…Want to watch TV?”
“TV?”
“The sofa looks comfy. Let’s lie there and watch something. We can rest at the same time.”
To feel that thrilling pleasure one more time, I climbed back onto the roller coaster, rising from the ground into the air.
…I wonder how he’ll slam me down this time.
“But what are we watching?”
“YouTube. Can you connect your phone?”
“Huh? On the TV?”
“I’ll watch your fancams. …There were a ton when I looked.”
“Ah… Yes♡”
I was so excited I could barely stand it.
The enormous LCD screen dominating the living room displayed her sparkling figure. Not metaphorically—literally. Dressed in something glittering under brilliant stage lights, she sang and danced. A radiant vision captured by the camera.
“Ah, that one. It’s a really difficult choreography. Do you know it?”
“Not sure. Can’t remember.”
In contrast, the other version of her on camera wore sloppy yet subtly erotic clothes. Flushed and chattering playfully with a man.
“You really have no eye for this. Watch closely.”
The Hinami on screen suddenly stood up and began replicating the exact dance that had just played, stepping perfectly in time with the beat. If not for this fluttering box tee, I would have clapped without thinking. Her dance lines were breathtakingly beautiful and fluid.
“How’s that? Couldn’t copy it, right?”
“…Well. Yeah.”
“Heheung~”
She let out a delighted little nasal sound and continued into the next move, perfectly synced with the song. Her pelvis snapped sharply, then swayed slowly and seductively. She bent low, bounced while seated, then rose so her curves flowed seamlessly, looking straight at me and giving a light wink.
…If I’d seen something like this at an event or concert, I could understand becoming a fan. That perfectly crafted yet beautiful smile held a genuine power to captivate people.
“So? How does it compare to the video?”
“The real thing is better.”
“Which part?”
“Your thighs.”
“Eh~ you pervert…”
Not wearing any panties, dancing so daringly, yet now pretending to be shy and tugging her top down. The fact that the same woman could perform such precise choreography on that massive monitor was captivating in itself. Every single thing about her was magnetic. It wouldn’t just be me—anyone watching would feel it.
“Well, anyway. It’s pretty amazing, right?”
“It is amazing.”
“That was during a university festival. Come to think of it, I really wanted to experience college life.”
“Don’t a lot of celebrities attend these days?”
“They just put their names on the roster. I wanted to actually go. …And if I got a campus boyfriend, I wanted to secretly have sex in a classroom or something.”
…A woman I wanted to possess. Originally, she probably would have gone to university in Japan. Given how bold she was, she likely had boyfriends back in middle or high school. In many ways, it was a shame. But now she was mine instead.
“Oppa… you didn’t go to college, right? Since you were a baseball player.”
“I didn’t. Baseball players only go to college if they half-ass it in high school.”
Before long, one song ended and the next playlist automatically started, showing Hinami in a new outfit, dancing again.
“Still, if you had gone… you’d be around the age of a returning student, right? The male lead in the drama I watched last time was exactly Oppa’s age.”
“I suppose so.”
“…I’m exactly freshman age.”
In time with the song’s intro, she subtly pressed herself against my side.
“Isn’t this too much? Seducing an innocent freshman… taking her virginity.”
“…Drop the ‘innocent’ part.”
“Hehe.”
She flashed that mysterious little smile of hers, then climbed onto my lap at the guidance of my hands. Her ass, separated from me by just one thin layer of fabric, swayed gently… teasing my cock.
“How does it feel? There couldn’t have been anyone prettier or cuter than me at that university festival, right?”
“It wasn’t bad.”
“Eh~ your reaction is so boring…. And if that’s how you feel, then why are you slipping your hand inside?”
In response to her provocation, I slid my hand under the loose box tee. Even without seeing it, I could enjoy that familiar soft, plush texture.
“Oppa, you have a girlfriend, you know…. Don’t you feel bad for her?”
“Not really.”
“Wow, you really are trash. Hooheut…”
I tasted the small, slightly hardened pink peak that had been hidden from me earlier.
“…Lift your hips.”
“Ah, you can’t cheat, sunbae…”
Her switch had flipped again. I stroked her flushed red cheeks.
“…Really can’t?”
“…”
I gazed down at her face, once again melting with pleasure, excitement, and anticipation. She still glanced awkwardly at the camera in front of us from time to time.
“I’ll hold your waist, so go slowly.”
“…Yes♡”
I pulled my pants down. She was already soaking wet from dancing earlier, still full of my cum that she hadn’t managed to squeeze out. I slowly pushed into that slick, messy pussy.
“Mmm… heu. This is… a little dangerous, you know…”
Her thighs were completely exposed, but the box tee barely hid her most intimate parts. Slowly. She wasn’t standing, sitting, or being held up—yet my cock was sucked deep into her body.
“Haa, this position… is really uncomfortable…”
“…I’ll ease up slowly. Try it yourself.”
I leaned back further, seating her fully on me. I pushed her back gently so her body folded forward, letting only my eyes enjoy the sight of where we were joined.
“Mmm… haa. If I… move, is it okay…?”
“If you can manage it.”
“Then… eut. Hoo… haa…”
Supporting her weight on my thighs, I slightly lifted the oversized shirt covering her plump ass. Only for my eyes. So she could only imagine it.
“Mmm, heu… ha. This is hard to move in…”
It was clumsy. She wasn’t really bouncing or grinding—just a pathetic little hip roll that let her inner walls kiss the head of my cock. It felt like an unripe green apple compared to the skilled dance moves I’d seen earlier and the way her hips were moving on the screen.
“Want me to change positions if it’s too hard?”
“Ah, yes. Yes…. Kyak!”
I grabbed her thighs, lifted her, and laid her back on top of me so she could lean against the upper part of the sofa. Close enough that if she stuck her tongue out, she could taste those lewd little peaks.
“This position… is so embarrassing… eut, eup…♡”
I stuffed the box tee into her open mouth, now fully exposing her pussy and all the markings I’d left on her. Now she could see them too.
“Eup… heup…”
Without spitting out the fabric, she kept swallowing her moans. But the version of her dancing on the TV kept singing. The occasional sounds that escaped were buried inside the saliva-soaked cloth. Meanwhile, the sweat-drenched version of her on screen responded to her fans without hiding a single breath.
“Mmm…! Heup… eup…” The pleasure she couldn’t contain began to leak from her body. I pressed down on her twitching lower belly and continued to ravage her, pushing against every single scale mark I’d drawn earlier. Slowly.
“…It’s in all the way to here right now.”
I pressed the first mark that had been hidden by the band-aid.
“Mmm… heup…”
“…Now it’s up to here.”
This time I pressed the second mark that had been visible before.
“Want me to go all the way to here?”
“…”
When I finally pressed the third mark—the one with writing beside it—she shook her head wildly, just like the choreography on TV.
“Eu… up… heop…♡”
While licking her pink nipples, I pushed in up to the third mark, exactly as she wanted.
…Very slowly. Stretching her soft inner walls.
“…Two marks left now.”
“Mmm… puha. Haa. No. No more…♡”
Her face was completely melted, sloppy and unconvincing as she shook her head frantically.
“Then I’ll stay still. …You do it yourself.”
“…Eu… hwaang…♡”
Her equally melted, soft pussy slid downward, swallowing more than half of my cock.
…Still not quite as deep as where I’d pressed.
“Ha, at. This, wait, Oppa, Juhyuk Oppa. Hold on, stop…!”
When the part that hadn’t fully softened met my cock, she let out an unfamiliar plea, desperately begging for my touch. She carried a completely different scent than the Hinami on TV or any version of her I’d tasted before.
“Haa… haa. What is this…?”
“It’s because your body hasn’t grown enough yet.”
“What… are you talking about…?”
Unlike the face that had been filled only with pleasure and anticipation, this one held a hint of fear—panicked and confused.
“…So. Until it grows more, we only go this far. Understand?”
“Haa, yes, eup…♡”
I shoved my tongue between her lips to silence her, stroking her trembling clit to wipe away her fear. Filling her with pleasure once again.
“Eup, chup… puhe. …Chu…”
So she wouldn’t slide off my body. …Just a little. While stroking the vocal cords of the girl singing not far away.
“Chu… uk, k… …chuu…♡”
Plap, plap. The sound of skin slapping was completely different from the sound of feet dancing on stage.
“Haa, haa… haak…♥ O… ok…♥”
Even without a microphone, I made stupidly loud sounds pour from the mouth that had released my tongue. I ravaged her inner walls and clit without restraint, pressing between the scale marks so hard they might disappear beneath her sweat.
“Mmm, uk, uk, ut… heut… hwaang……♥”
…I thrust deep, puuk, puuk, into the pussy of the so-called junior who had rudely come before me. So that her trembling waist and the way my cock shook as it pumped cum into her would be burned clearly into those eyes.
“Haaaaa……♥. Haa. Ha… he… hehe…♥”
The smile the TV displayed at the end of the performance and Hinami’s completely slack, melted face were shown together.