Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: My Favorite Idol Ji Su-bin (4)
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“Whoa, how many CCTV cameras do you even have?”
Her house was beyond anything he could have imagined.
Whether it was because of the stalker's relentless harassment,
the security setup was on the level of a bank.
“W-What's this now?”
It even had motion-detection lasers straight out of the movies.
He could kind of understand why she'd splurge 10 billion won just to catch that stalker.
“You can come in now, Sung-gi-ssi.”
“Ah, sure.”
As Ji Su-bin led him to her room,
he felt an oddly awkward vibe.
“Um... couldn't I just stand watch outside the door?”
“No, Sung-gi-ssi... Acting all fragile like that? That's just asking for trouble.”
“Ah, no, that's not what I—”
“No more chit-chat. Do as you're told.”
A straight fastball, no mercy.
She wasn't one to back down, unlike her cute looks.
“Fine, uh—whatever. Let's sleep together then.”
“Yes, Sung-gi-ssi sleeps on the floor.”
What popular idol would turn down sharing a bed?
Park Sung-gi spread out a blanket beside her bed
and lay down.
“Turning off the lights now.”
“Y-Yeah.”
As darkness fell,
soft indirect lighting illuminated the room.
The scattered glow created a dreamy, enchanting atmosphere.
Hmm—
Was it the lighting?
Something felt strangely off.
An indescribable, subtle emotion
tickled at his heart.
What's this feeling?
To pinpoint the reason,
he posed the question to himself.
Because he's sharing a bed with an idol?
Because he's being treated like a total nerd again?
Because he's wearing these pervert tights?
Even as he mulled it over, no clear answer emerged.
Whatever. Time to sleep.
In this unfamiliar room of hers—totally unexpected—
he pulled the blanket over himself and tried to drift off.
“Sung-gi-ssi, you asleep?”
Just as drowsiness set in,
her voice snapped him awake.
“Not yet.”
“...Thanks for earlier.”
“For what...?”
“The clothes...”
A sudden expression of gratitude.
It felt strangely off coming from her prickly demeanor before.
“Sung-gi-ssi, how old are you?”
“Ah, I'm 25.”
“Oppa then.”
“Ah, well...”
“I'll call you oppa from now on.”
What the—?
Why the sudden closeness?
Seizing on her interest,
he tossed out the question that had been bugging him.
“You saw me in the VIP lounge earlier today, right?”
“··········”
“Su-bin-ssi?”
She spat out whatever she wanted
and plunged into deep sleep.
This woman's totally selfish.
.
.
.
“Mmph! Mmmph—!”
A suffocating sensation,
overwhelming pressure jolted his eyes open.
“W-What the—?”
Blocking his view:
thick, soft mounds of flesh.
“What is this?”
Drawn in by the fragrant scent of skin, he touched them—
Ji Su-bin's thighs.
She'd tumbled off the bed onto the floor.
Turning his head right, he spotted the axe mark wedged in her dolphin pants.
“Su... Su-bin-ssi?”
He cautiously pushed her legs away
and called out to her.
But
no response at all.
“Ugh—what's this now?”
A heavy sensation down below.
He looked up and shifted his gaze there.
Haa—driving me insane.
Her face was buried right on his dick.
It looked like a 69 position at a glance.
Fuck—gonna get hard at this rate.
Waking up to this unexpected stimulation,
blood rushed to his dick.
A strong flow pulsed toward it.
Swoosh—
Afraid he'd lose it right then,
he shoved her aside.
“Umm... gonna kill you...”
Maybe dreaming,
she sleep-talked briefly,
then
thwack—
she snatched his dick.
“Ah, no, Su-bin-ssi.”
Then, like fiddling with a joystick,
she started shaking it every which way.
Ah, fuck—
Her touch finally made him hard.
“Hey, cut it out. Seriously.”
He shook her to wake her,
and through her flapping clothes,
bouncing breasts spilled out.
The protruding nipples
jutted out temptingly.
The lewd visual stimulation
pushed his reason to the limit.
Haa—seriously, gonna lose it.
Predatory instincts began to stir.
Just fuck her already?
She won't wake even if shaken,
so insertion's fine, right?
Rationalizations filled his head.
“Hngg—!”
He scooped her up and laid her on the bed.
Those luscious curves lay completely defenseless.
“Huu—”
His rock-hard dick twitched,
as if eager to devour her.
Ziiiip—
He unzipped and pulled it out.
Maybe just a taste first?
Even if he fucked her,
he could just enslave her later, no big deal.
Now the miracle logic kicked in.
If she became his slave?
No need to hide his power anymore,
and catching the stalker would be a breeze.
It's a win for her too, right?
Instinct had taken over.
Smooth—
He peeled off her dolphin pants.
Raw, bare flesh fully exposed.
What? No panties?
The cute pussy
was pursed tight.
It looked so tasty,
and carried a sweet fragrance.
Gulp—
Inhaling its scent,
he carefully drew closer.
And,
just as he brought his dick to that cute thing,
("Thanks for earlier.")
Her words echoed in his ears.
Ah—fuck.
A prick of conscience stabbed him,
and he barely clung to reason.
“Su-bin-ah, you look extra refreshed today?”
“Yeah, unnie. I slept so well for the first time in ages.”
“What? What happened with Sung-gi-ssi?”
“Unnie, no! It's not like that.”
“Sure it isn't~ You have that glow from absorbing a man's yang energy.”
“What are you even talking about?!”
Choi Mi-eun laughed while teasing Ji Su-bin.
Totally shameless from the crack of dawn.
It was nice seeing them so close, but
“Ahem—I'm right here, you know.”
doing it in front of the man himself was the issue.
They were heading to the concert hall
for today's performance rehearsal.
They'd planned to finish rehearsals yesterday,
but the stalker had shut everything down.
“We've arrived, miss~”
“Thanks, unnie.”
The venue they stepped out into
was a massive hall that could hold up to 100,000 people.
Large pamphlets with her face plastered everywhere.
Whoa, this is what an idol's like.
Her popularity really hit home.
He'd never been into fandoms,
so he'd had no idea just how huge she was.
“Does this whole space fill up?”
Curious, he asked Choi Mi-eun.
“Sung-gi-ssi, what kinda question is that?”
“Huh?”
“They called this place cramped, made a huge fuss.”
“This is cramped?”
“Tickets sold out in one second flat. Servers crashed, and the cost for the extra ones...”
The world of fandoms was something else.
“Alright, rehearsal time.”
“Unnie, I'll be back.”
“Go kill it!”
At the staff's call, Ji Su-bin climbed onto the stage.
A vast stage that looked overwhelming for one person.
There, she checked sound, lights, video, and more.
Once setup was ready,
she began to sing.
“Your dazzling smile makes me dance~ Our love is forever~”
Her clear voice
filled the enormous space.
It pulled him in like a trance.
This is why people get into fandoms.
Nearby traffic was already gridlocked.
Masses gathered solely to see one person
spilled from sidewalks onto streets.
“Dude, this is insane. So many people.”
“You owe me big time. Without my ticketing macro, no way we'd make it. Admit it?”
“Yo, you check your lightstick battery?”
“Don't worry. Grabbed a fresh one at the convenience store.”
“True fans like us are on another level, huh?”
Excited fans in the heat of the moment
lined up to enter one by one.
The vast seating began to dye blue.
“Opening in 15 minutes! Cross-check stage setup, and Su-bin-ssi, standby please!”
Backstage thrummed with urgency.
Behind the walls, tens of thousands roared,
but the staff checked every last detail from their posts.
“Unnie, I'm off.”
“Go get 'em, Su-bin-ah. No nerves today. Tear it up! Fighting!”
A sparkling blue dress
with a white flower corsage on her chest.
Performance makeup
made her shine even more.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of that glamour
stood a guy in tight tights.
Their looks were polar opposites.
Park Sung-gi hovered near the stage,
sticking as close to her as possible.
“But a space like this? Perfect for a stalker to move.”
Heck, even if the stalker pulled something mid-song,
they couldn't respond at all, right?
“Eek—Master! I've flown to your call!”
“Good, Dustina. Called you for a job.”
“Command me!”
Just in case, he'd summoned Dustina.
Wearing Ariana's Garter Belt,
calling her via ultrasound.
“If anyone climbs onstage during the show or anything suspicious pops up, report immediately.”
“Your orders, Master!”
The Cloak of Invisibility was useless on a demon like her.
So he'd monitor through Dustina.
“This setup's pretty sweet. Might catch a quick nap.”
Even if something happened,
they could communicate via ultrasound.
Trusting Dustina, he tucked into a corner
for a short rest.
How much time passed?
[Master—! Master—!]
“Mm...”
[Master—!!!]
“Wha—Dustina? What's up?”
[Eek—You need to come quick, Master!]
A quick break turned into full sleep.
Last night's tossing and turning was catching up.
Something didn't happen, did it?
Anxious, he bolted toward the stage.
He arrived in seconds, but
the scene was chaos.
“What the fuck.”
Some kind of fight had broken out—
people bleeding on the ground,
guards scattered, Ji Su-bin in the midst.
Audience in full panic,
crowds surging to escape turned it into pandemonium.
“Eek—Master! You're here!”
“Dustina, what the hell happened?”
“It just barged in and started attacking people!”
“Who? Where?”
“You see it there?”
“Can't see shit.”
It had to be the stalker.
Zipping between seats and stage at insane speeds,
slaughtering people.
“Haa—that fucker's lost it.”
“Master, what do we do?”
“Grab that bastard.”