Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Sua (2)
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I let Sua into the living room, relying on the moderately bright mood lighting.
Turning on the large living room lights would kill the vibe, and with Sua acting all prim and proper, I dimmed them a notch.
In the spacious living room, just the two of us sat down on the sofa.
"......"
"......"
It was awkward.
Earlier, I'd pushed Sua pretty hard, but now sitting side by side, wrapped in silence, it felt suffocating.
Sua was... definitely different.
My idol crush. My ultimate fave.
No matter what anyone says, I'm Sua's fan first and foremost.
A total die-hard, the kind who'd show up to fan signings, heart full of bias.
That's why everything I said felt like it might come off as a confession. Embarrassing.
I was on edge, worried my heartbeat might give me away.
Damn, I'm nervous.
But they say "out of sight, out of mind," so the opposite should hold—if bodies get close, hearts follow.
I scooted right up next to Sua, our thighs almost touching.
To shatter the wall of silence and draw closer to her, I opened my mouth.
"Sua... ya? Mind if I drop the formalities?"
As I spoke, I wrapped one arm around her waist.
My other hand headed for her pale, milky thigh, stroking it softly.
It was so sleek it practically slid under my fingers.
Her skin felt pampered, moist—the agency clearly doted on her. Even a bottom-feeder like Enric Entertainment took good care of their girls.
"Uh... oo... oong..."
"Ah, sorry. Slipped my mind."
Damn, I messed up.
Lately, with all the service I've been getting, my hand just wandered on autopilot, coaxing a delicate moan from Sua.
Guess subconsciously I'd started seeing women as things to bite, suck, and fuck.
But my hand didn't stop. How could it?
Squeeze. Squeeze.
This time, I didn't just stroke—I kneaded her.
Heavenly texture. Not human skin—goddess skin.
Soft and moist, with just the right bounce to thrill a man's hand.
I wanted to savor it forever. Sua really is the best.
"Um, th-that... You can speak casually, haha..."
Sua said shyly, guarding her thigh.
Yeah, I probably went too fast just now. Even I think so.
Still, props to her—my arm around her waist hadn't budged.
Right. The night's still young.
Time with the other girls had been sudden, rough, chaotic. But with Sua, I could take it slow, pour all my focus into savoring her.
If she played along, that is.
"Yeah, then I'll go casual."
"Okay."
"Your thighs are fucking insane."
"......"
Ah, spending the night alone with my fave—couldn't keep it together.
"So that's what 'casual' means, huh."
"No, sorry. Instinct kicked in..."
I waved it off frantically, rubbed my dry face a few times, then resolved to dial it back.
"Ha, Sua. You know I'm your die-hard fan, right?"
"Yes. Yoon Manager told me..."
As expected, she heard it from the agency.
Yoon Manager must've dug up my number from the fan info at Ceria's signing event.
I'd used a fake name, mask, hat—the works—but hiding the Station Director's face wasn't easy.
They'd just pretended not to know, sparing my embarrassment.
I'll have to thank Yoon Manager tomorrow. When I hand back Sua after fucking her all night.
"Remember me from the fan signing?"
"Now that you mention the mask-and-hat guy, yeah, vaguely. Not details, though. Sorry."
"Nah. Wrapped up like that, no way unless you're agency staff. Yoon Manager probably held off so it wouldn't burden you girls."
"Yeah..."
"Do the other members know? That I was there?"
"No, he only told me."
"Do they know you came here?"
"!! Absolutely not! And they can't ever know..."
"Right, good call. You steeled yourself big-time for Ceria's sake."
I fumbled out my phone and showed her the pic from the fan signing.
There I was, masked and hatted, with Sua beaming brightly.
My ultimate fave shot, snapped at Ceria's fan signing event.
Third-tier bottom-feeders like them could pull off events like that.
And I had the power to end that grind for them.
"Think you can smile pretty like that again?"
"I'll try... but um..."
"Yeah?"
"You're a Ceria fan... and I'm your fave... so maybe the service could be... kinda like a fan meet...?"
"High-fives and chit-chat like a fan meeting? 'Protect me'?"
"Is that too much...?"
I pondered for a moment.
What even is a fan?
You wish happiness on your admired idol, pray they walk flower paths—while avoiding toxic obsession.
It could hurt them.
But you can't stand seeing them dissed by randos, so you flame wars online. That's fan devotion.
Even to strangers.
Yeah. A true fan protects their idol without dirtying them.
And I'm her fan.
!!!!
A flash hit my head.
What the hell was I about to do...?
Snapping to, I yanked my arm from her waist.
"Kyaa!"
I wrapped her shoulders, pulling her into my chest.
My other arm scooped her lower body right onto my lap.
Now in full princess carry, Sua crossed her arms over her chest, trying to toughen up—but she just trembled in my arms.
"Sua, it's 'cause I'm your fan that you're straddling my lap right now."
"H-huh... wh-what...?"
"Your head must be full of flowers. You're my fave, so I'll spell it out nice. Short version: hotter girls than you line up trucks to spread for me. 'Cause if they do, they get real shows—not trash. At minimum, music bank slots. Let's see... Ceria's third-tier trash? You do fan signings, though, so I'll call you solid third-tier."
Tier list from a fan who'd hit Ceria's signing.
Sua swallowed hard, position dawning on her.
Her eyes panicked—visions of imminent disbandment flashing through her mind.
To keep her from whining and make her feel honored by this, I kept preaching.
"Sua, cold truth: where's a girl like you first breaking through on service? After blowing fat old PDs a few times, maybe sneak your voice on morning radio. But you? Solely 'cause I'm a Ceria-slash-Sua stan, you're lapping me already. What? 'Fan, so protect me'? Who the fuck just watches their crush get claimed by someone else like a simp? But I can protect you another way. No one but me touches you. I'll shove you hard on air. Any hotter fan than me? Step up."
Sua's prim, etiquette-drilled eyes started shaking hard.
Guess my speech struck a chord.
I'd talked like a grizzled vet, but I'm still green at this service game.
Just got a mentor: An PD.
That encyclopedia lectured me up, so now I'm versed too.
"......"
Shocked stiff, Sua stared blankly like a statue.
But to me, she glowed like a goddess in altar light—adorably.
My words were crude 'cause reality's a bitch, but my feelings for Sua? Plenty warm.
"Sua? Answer time. Proper fan service, or crawl up slow, pussy wrecked by no-name PDs?"
Panting raggedly, Sua stirred slowly.
Ass glued to my waist like she didn't wanna get off my lap.
Shifted from shaky princess carry to sideways on me like a chair.
Even after I let go of her shoulders, she stayed meek on my thigh.
No leash needed anymore.
Her profile right under my nose, a sweet scent poking in.
Her skin scent mixed with perfume—a whiff of debauchery.
Mind going hazy, sinking into it.
Then, strands of hair cascaded from her ear.
Just like a movie shot for the beautiful heroine.
As I savored the picturesque moment, Sua slowly turned, gazing deep into my eyes.
Her eyes brimmed with tears, but they didn't fall.
The bravery I'd seen on screen through the glow of fame? Not just a concept.
Me, totally fallen, cheeks flushing—then her arm looped my neck, thin soft lips pressing my cheek with a chuu♥.
"I'll do it. Station Director—no, my beloved fan... with a service mindset..."
I got rock hard on the spot.