Submission (1) — A Short Indulgence
A short game. A quick shower. I wiped the suds from my body and stepped out of the bathroom. After drying my hair, a sweet scent I hadn’t noticed earlier tickled my nose.
“Doesn’t it smell nice?”
“Yeah.”
“Ugh, you pervert. Look at you sniffing around… Hehe.”
It was the fresh, mingled scent of her natural body odor and body wash—the unique fragrance that only clung to her freshly dried skin.
“Ah, right. I should change the sheets too.”
“Buy new ones. I’ll pay.”
“What are you saying right now? The woman standing in front of you isn’t some ordinary college student—she’s an idol. Whose house do you think this is?”
“Just kidding, obviously.”
Unlike that sweet scent, traces of our debauchery still lingered in the living room and bedroom. The lewd smell of my fluids mixed with hers.
“Anyway… I’m glad this is my place. If it were the dorm, we couldn’t have done this.”
“How did you hold back when you lived in the dorm?”
“It wasn’t so much holding back as… I was just too tired to even think about it. Practice only got a little easier recently. Back then, even days without filming were no joke. I couldn’t even eat properly.”
Wearing pajamas that looked as soft and smooth as her skin, she sat on the sofa and swayed her body playfully left and right while we had an ordinary, non-lewd conversation.
“Well… Still, from what I saw earlier, you’re not as skinny as before.”
“You’re calling me fat, aren’t you?”
“More than I expected.”
“Ah… Ehehe.”
I scooped up the visibly excited Hinami and sat her on my lap, casually groping her chest. There was nothing particularly indecent about it. Without the “idol” label, it was just normal skinship between a man and woman alone at home.
“Juhyuk-oppa, you really like breasts, huh.”
“I didn’t used to like them this much.”
“Eh, really?”
“You’d only know after meeting someone with big, nicely shaped breasts first.”
“…That means you know now, right?”
“More or less.”
Feeling the soft texture of her pajamas and skin, I savored Hinami’s warmth, still hot from the shower. As always, a woman’s warm, supple skin sometimes felt better than sex itself. Though that might only be possible after having so much sex you grew tired of it.
“So, where do I rank?”
“Second.”
“Wow, can’t you at least lie and say first?”
“You’ve seen it yourself. I don’t lie.”
“That’s too much, seriously.”
While stroking Hinami’s slightly sulky hair, I glanced at the TV, which was now playing a normal variety show—unlike earlier. The episode we filmed today… it might actually be fun to watch on the big screen. I should play it sometime if I get the chance. Even if it wasn’t hers, there were plenty of high-quality videos of her. Watching them together and doing it again wouldn’t be bad either. Maybe change her clothes too.
“I’m really annoyed and jealous because of you right now, so I’m sending this.”
“What?”
“I’m sending the video to Haeun-unni. Don’t stop me.”
“…Send it as a scheduled message. Around the time she goes to sleep.”
“Why?”
“What if she storms over right after you send it?”
“Hmm, that wouldn’t be… good. I have to leave early tomorrow anyway.”
After my warning, she set the message to send later and attached a video. I took out my phone and checked YouTube. Seo Haeun’s channel was running smoothly without issues. The overly sexual comments had decreased after constant deletions. Aside from that, there was no need for interaction—just uploading guitar videos twice a week. No problems there. Still, the view count growth had slowed noticeably. Maybe I’d dressed her too conservatively. But I couldn’t strip her from the start, so it couldn’t be helped.
“What are you doing right now? Watching another woman’s video in front of me.”
“It’s work.”
“Hmm… Not just personal taste?”
“…My taste leans more explicit. Right now I’m holding back.”
“Like with me earlier?”
“Yeah.”
“Ehehe… Should I appear on the channel later too? If my face doesn’t show, it probably won’t get found out.”
“I’ll think about it.”
While thinking I should bring a few outfits for her to wear when returning, I looked down at her as she followed along, browsing Seo Haeun’s channel. Her expression was neither pleased nor displeased—different from the smile she consciously wore. A face I’d never seen on camera. She probably wouldn’t make that expression once I had nothing to do with Seo Haeun anymore.
“Hmm… I’ll be satisfied with second place for now. For the time being.”
“Second place is still good.”
“If you talk like that, I’m really going to get mad.”
“Getting mad from you doesn’t amount to much. It just turns me on.”
“Ugh, pervert. Go die. Seriously.”
She only said it; she didn’t reject my touch. Her eyebrows subtly furrowed whenever I brought up Seo Haeun. She trembled with joy, her whole body shaking whenever I kissed her while pounding into her. All of it was because I was taming the woman named Seo Haeun. If I were just a former baseball player who retired from injury and scraped by with part-time jobs, she wouldn’t have spared me a glance even if I were twice as handsome.
“…Anyway. I’m going to sleep now, so you should sleep too, oppa.”
“Already?”
“I have to leave at dawn tomorrow… Ah, and no barging in while I’m sleeping. I’ll give you a pillow, so sleep on the sofa.”
“Why.”
“If we sleep in the same bed, you’ll definitely do something lewd again… Sneakily. I really can’t afford to be tired tomorrow.”
“…Got it.”
So there was no point answering that longing look in her eyes. The moment I did, my charm would vanish completely. We were nothing more than sex friends. Less than lovers. If she started craving more, then perhaps…
“Then I’m going in… Good night.”
“Sleep well.”
“See you in the morning. Before sunrise… In the bathroom.”
“…Yeah. That’ll only happen after a day comes when it doesn’t matter. After I’ve tamed her enough that even if I take this woman, she won’t get angry.”
“Good work, everyone~”
Today’s shoot was over. But the schedule was still packed. I had to prepare for the next event, read scripts for other schedules, shoot a photoshoot, and squeeze in training in between. Being able to rest even one day a week was a blessing. Of course, I hadn’t rested at all yesterday.
“Jia-ya, I need the bathroom for a sec…”
“Hurry back.”
I wiped the sweat that had flowed as tension eased with a handkerchief and slipped into a partitioned space where no one could see. …Haah, today was no joke. My pelvis ached and creaked. Muscle pain was setting in, hurting with every step. And above all…
“…”
…Oppa’s semen that I’d taken so much of this morning. It was still faintly inside me. The thought that it might leak out made my heart pound like I was going to die. I should’ve worn a pad if I’d known it would be like this.
“Huu…”
While catching my breath, I secretly turned on my personal phone. For a moment, I returned to being “Hinami,” not an idol, and replayed yesterday’s secret meeting. Of course, I wasn’t planning to masturbate here. But just looking at it would help me get through the schedule more diligently.
“…Hehe.”
Still, if this got discovered, it would be the end. Filming a fan-service variety show while holding so much semen inside. If it got found out… what would happen? Ah. Just thinking about it… I wanted to see oppa again. Next time, he’ll hug me while watching the variety show we filmed today, right?
Lunchtime. Not wanting to be alone in an empty house, I left before she did and killed time at a PC bang. “I’m back.”
“…”
Then, as if nothing had happened, I boldly stepped back into the house. I set down the shopping bag full of clothes and looked at Seo Haeun, whose dark circles had sunk deep from sulking.
“Why aren’t you answering?”
“…Did you eat?”
“What?”
“I asked if you ate lunch.”
Surprisingly, she didn’t interrogate me about what I brought or where I’d been.
“No, I was about to eat now.”
“…I’ll make something. Wait. I need to eat too.”
Instead… for the first time ever, she cooked for me.
“What’s with you, suddenly doing something you never do.”
“…You did something you never do either.”
“…”
It wasn’t anything grand. Just chicken breast and salad I’d bought last time, instant brown rice we ate every day, and boiled eggs. A meal that barely qualified as food, with the minimum flavor.
“Eat. …It’s what you always have anyway.”
“…Thanks, I guess.”
Yet I felt a strange emotion eating a meal someone else had prepared for me for the first time in my life, staring at her face still marked with dark circles. She didn’t look swollen. Maybe she just hadn’t slept. That would make sense if she’d seen it.
“Thanks for the meal.”
“…Thanks for the meal.”
Sitting across from her as she echoed the mealtime greeting, I quietly picked up my chopsticks. …This was unexpected. I thought she’d curse, scratch, or hit me. I expected her to be angry.
“…You eat this every day. Don’t you get tired of it?”
“Back then I ate it without dressing, so this is fine.”
As if nothing had happened. If anything, she was acting more friendly than before… like we were roommates who had always lived together.
“You’re not going to the gym today?”
“I can skip a day.”
“What’s with you. Kang Juhyuk saying something like that.”
“Skipping one day won’t make all my muscles disappear… Honestly, it wouldn’t matter much if I lost some now.”
“Really? …Well, I guess. For someone like you.”
The way she spoke to me so amicably… strangely felt erotic. She wasn’t even dressed provocatively. I’d just fucked Hinami at dawn, too.
“Anyway, Kang Juhyuk. You’re not going anywhere today?”
“Not really. Nowhere to go.”
“…Then good. I don’t have plans either. I’ll stay home all day.”
“Yeah, sure. Let’s rest for once.”
Seo Haeun, forcing a bright expression with those hollow eyes, looked more… than any version of her I’d seen since the first time. “Thanks for the meal.”
“Leave it. I’ll clean up.”
“It’s fine… I’ll clean my own.”
…I wanted to take her. Those restless hands holding the dishes, until they endlessly craved me. Tormenting her while I did.