Meat Toilet Idol
*Slurrrp slurrrp lick smack!♡ Hngg.. glurk♡ 'Ah seriously.. why does cum taste so amazing lately♡ I'm losing my mind..'*
I lap up every last drop leaking from his dick, then swipe my tongue over my lips to clean off the traces.
If I keep fucking here, I'll never make it to the agency today, so I hurry out. The building is a sleek new five-story structure with floor-to-ceiling glass walls gleaming in the sunlight. The first-floor lobby is spotless, with posters of the agency's female idols lining the walls. Their outfits are a bit revealing, but compared to the world these days, they're downright modest. One corner of the lobby is a small café where staff in even more exposing uniforms than the posters entertain customers one-on-one.
"Master♡ Your order of 100% breast milk and pussy juice juice is ready♡"
The guy can't resist the waitress's temptation and pins her down right there, starting to fuck her on the spot.
"Isn't that just a straight-up brothel? Or not? Nah."
As I gawk at the women, a man comes rushing over.
"Oh! Haneul! Come on in. This way, please!"
A middle-aged man hurries out.
"Hello. The building looks amazing."
"Haha, thank you. I'm Park Seokdu, the agency rep who sent you that business card. Come this way—I'll give you the full tour, corner to corner."
He leads me into the elevator, explaining each floor.
"First floor is the lobby café you saw. Our trainees work there part-time, getting hands-on practice interacting with people."
"Ah, so those waitresses are all trainees here?"
"Yes, exactly. They get paid as trainees, but the real-world skinship they learn at the café is invaluable."
"Second floor is the offices where staff and I work. Third floor has the communal practice rooms for singing and sex training."
As we pass the third floor, the fishy, sour stench of pussy juice and cum wafts from the practice rooms, mixed with the trainees' raw moans.
Haaang!♡ Slap slap splurt—
The trainees are dancing while fucking—it's just a full-on orgy.
'Fuck.. I wanna join in there so bad..'
"Fourth floor is the dorms for our girls. Fifth is private rooms and special spaces for VVIP clients."
Back down to the second floor and into the office, he slides a contract across the desk.
"We need talent like you, Haneul. Revenue split is 70-30—you get 70."
'Who am I? Sex master living onahole meat toilet!'
As a meat toilet idol, I could turn this country into my personal cum dump. I imagine becoming filthy rich, living in a huge house with a courtyard, squeezing fresh cum every day, filling the pool with it for endless happy days.
"Today I wanna drink a week-edging 40s guy's load? Bring it~ And hmm.. fetch a 20s guy to scratch my pussy.. What? No? You wanna fuck me? What's tha— Nngiiiit!!"
Imagining my happy life makes my pussy clench and throb, begging for cum right now.
"Rep! Qu-quick, give me the contract!!"
The contract is packed with clauses for a meat toilet idol: unlimited creampies allowed, mandatory instant sex events at fan meets. I skim it—it's perfect for me—and sign happily. The rep grabs my hand, grinning.
"Excellent choice. Now you'll be the cum dump for every dick in Korea."
"Thank you, Rep♡ Oh, can I move into the fourth-floor dorm today? Commuting from home sucks—living and eating here would be way easier."
"Of course, Haneul. We're a female idol specialist agency, so the dorms are super comfy for girls. I'll hook you up with the biggest, best one—401. Move in today."
"Thank you, sir. I'll work hard to repay the favor."
Leaving the rep's office, I call Mom right away as I walk the hall.
"Mom! I just signed. Starting today, I'm living in the agency dorm. No need for the sublet anymore—gonna ditch it."
"Oh my, Haneul! Moving into the dorm right after signing? Our girl's a star already."
"Yeah, the rep gave me the best room. Makes way more sense to live here. I'll swing by the sublet later to clean and grab my stuff."
"Got it, sweetie. You're a real idol now. Keep being a proper meat toilet there and win hearts. Mom's always cheering you on!"
I hang up, forget to text the landlord, and hop the elevator to the fourth floor. Unlike the practice floor, it's quiet and immaculate, with a soothing aroma filling the halls—super relaxing.
"Can't wait to get started for real."
I stand before the door labeled with my name: 401. Bursting with excitement, I open it.
Just like he said, 401 is spacious and luxurious. A huge bed and chic furniture welcome me. I drop my bag and flop onto the bed.
Lying there, I finger my pussy while fantasizing about my future as a meat toilet idol. On stage in an idol outfit exposing my pussy and nipples, singing to roaring cheers from crowds of men.
"Hello, everyone! Your cum dump Haneul here~ Today I'm singing my new track together. Watch cutely, okay~♡"
[My holes are too many to fuck just you~]
[Can't you love me everywhere, nice and even?]
[Plant everyone's seeds deep in all my holes♡]
Imagining myself dancing sluttily on stage to the song has me thrilled. For future reference, I turn on the TV while lounging on the bed—only to find an emergency broadcast hijacking every channel. A male anchor delivers the news with a grave expression.
"Huh?? Wh-what the hell?"
I bite my lip watching the news. I was all set to milk this crazy world dry, even signed the contract—and now unaffected awakeners are undoing it all. If this keeps up, my meat toilet idol dream is toast.
"Nooooo!! I wanna debut as a meat toilet idooool!! Choke sob sob!!"
I tear at my hair, screaming. Just when the cum highway was opening up, too many buzzkills. My future looks pitch black, so I check on the rep—he's glued to the TV, face grim.
"Fuck... that common sense alteration awakener asshole.. Acted all bold, but total flop! This retard... Whatever. Fuck it, I'll play victim too. Meat toilet idol project scrapped.. Haneul's hot enough—pivot to regular idol, tweak the contract, no biggie.."
He's muttering to himself, oblivious to me. As I turn to leave, he notices.
"Gah.. H-Haneul? Haha, what brings you?"
"Oh, uh.. I forgot the meat toilet idol requirements.. Hehe.."
"Ah! For that, there's papers here ri— Wait, Haneul? To debut as an idol, one thing left: gotta stamp your womb with my dick! Deep!"
'Hmm.. Sex is always right, so let's fuck and see how it plays out..'
The rep approaches, hands roaming my body as he whispers sticky-sweet. I melt into his arms like a proper meat toilet.
"Yes... Rep's dick stamp♡ I want it.."
Satisfied, he kneads my ass roughly and leads me out. We elevator straight to the fourth floor. My 401 door opens; he shoves me in and locks it.
"Time to stamp."
He lays me on the bed, pulls out his rock-hard, massive dick—rep-sized—and presses it to my dripping pussy entrance. Hot heat touches my soaked folds.
Squelch
"Nnghooo! Haaaangh! Rep's dick too biiig♡"
The heavy girth spears my pussy in one thrust; I wail slick moans, clutching the sheets. He grips my hips and grinds wildly. The bed creaks like it's breaking.
Screeech—screeech—splat squelch splurt
"Ah, aaang! Haaak♡"
He pounds harder.
Slap thwack boom
"Haa... haa... Ngh! Haat! Aaang! Nooo don't cuuum!! Ooomg gonna cuuum♡ Haaaang!"
He's thrilled, grunting as he speeds up. My walls clamp his rigid shaft, savoring the bulk.
Slurrp splurt squelch
"Heek! Aa! Glurk!"
His tip batters my womb hard.
Eyes rolling back, hips bucking, I drown in ecstasy—my moans fill the room. Spurt spurt spluuurt
"Haa... haa... hnggggh! Haak!"
Hot dick juice floods my womb, overflowing; my body convulses.
"Fuck.. so damn tight."
Satisfied, he pants but keeps ravaging me.
Before the afterglow fades, he resumes with ragged breaths, using me for his pleasure. Hours of fucking later, it's dark outside. The rep snores deeply beside me.
'Haa... already done? I want more dick..'
Rubbing my empty belly, I get up, tidy myself, and head out to the third floor. Unsettled screams and sobs echo from the practice rooms.
"Kyaaak! What is this! Why would I do such..!"
"Hwaaaang! My virginity.. hwaaaang!"
The practice hall is chaos. Trainees who were just riding cocks moments ago huddle, covering themselves and sobbing, back to their senses.
"No way..."
Dread hits; I check my phone. Portal sites and SNS are exploding.
News footage shows handcuffed awakeners being dragged away. That idiot finally got caught, crushing my meat toilet idol dream in an instant.
I resisted the alteration, but acting fine or bummed now would make me look suspicious. I quickly play victim: yank out my nipple and clit piercings. Body transformation kicks in—the holes seal instantly, skin smooth as ever.
"Kyaaak! What is this! Why's my pussy full of this! It's cum! Everyone! Cum's leaking from my pussy tooo!!"
I rush to the clustered trainees.
"Hwaaaang! Guys! I'm so scared! Hwuaaaang!!"
Forcing tears, I wail in a trembling voice. I join them on the floor, fake-shivering. Outwardly the world's saddest victim, inside I'm burning up.
'Why's my meat toilet idol debut ending so pathetically!'
Police sirens wail citywide. My glamorous meat toilet idol saga, crashing like a dog.
"Hwaaaaang!!! My cum pooool.. no hwaaaaang!"