The Idol Who Wants to Run Away from Her Uncle Fan's Obsession (6)
Click. Beep.
The door locked automatically the moment it shut.
Sliding the keycard in brought the entryway light to life.
It wasn’t particularly bright. The fixtures looked old, the whole place a little worn. Facilities weren’t great either. Definitely seen better days.
Inside, the room was a far cry from anything glamorous. One large bed. An ancient TV. Two chairs and a small round table. Dim lighting.
It was enough of a comedown to make the whole date so far feel pointless, but there hadn’t been another option. They’d been ripped off, too. Twenty thousand won a night for a dump like this? Seriously?
“You drank too much, didn’t you? Sit for a bit. I’ll grab you some water.”
Following Papa’s words, I sat on the edge of the bed—then immediately flopped onto my back, arms and legs sprawled.
“Haa…”
“That’s why I told you to take it easy, Sarang.”
“Mmm… Sorry. I didn’t know my limit.”
Today was the first time I learned that one bottle of soju was my ceiling. Between the two of us we’d gone through four. My head was spinning. Heat was rising off my skin.
“Here.”
Papa brought a bottle from the mini-fridge, even twisting the cap off for me.
“Thanks… Papa.”
I gulped it down. It helped. A little.
After that neither of us spoke. The silence was thick. Nothing from outside either—except the soft, intermittent moans drifting through the wall from the next room.
“…Sh-should I put the TV on or something, Sarang?”
“…No.”
Papa fidgeted, clearly awkward, but those sounds actually cleared my head a little. Made me feel where I really was.
Ah~. So we actually ended up here.
My first time in a motel with a man. And with… a guy like this.
Papa hung his suit jacket on the hanger. The dress shirt underneath showed the solid lines of his body. All that muscle for no good reason…
Faint moans next door. A man undressing right in front of me. I couldn’t help feeling it settle in.
I’m going to do it today. …Sex.
The thought burned the alcohol right out of me.
“Um… Sarang?”
“What, Papa?”
“Have you… ever been somewhere like this before?”
Whether it was fan concern or something else, we’d come this far. I told the truth.
“…No. First time.”
“Th-then—”
“I’ve never done it either.”
“I-I see… Phew.”
Is he relieved? Hilarious. The man who’s about to take it.
This ajusshi is going to take my first time. …Not Hogu-oppa.
The thought brought fresh tears.
I actually wanted to do it with Hogu-oppa. I liked teasing him. Liked messing with him. Liked hugging him when the other unnies weren’t looking. I wanted to confess first and make him mine. But I never had the courage. I knew his eyes were on Harin-unnie. And Harin-unnie…
I shouldn’t feel this way. I know I shouldn’t hate our Harin-unnie when she’s always so good to me. Right now I hate her so, so much. No—more than that, I hate myself most for hating her when I never did a single thing. Why am I like this? Annoying… Really fucking annoying.
“…Hic. …Huk…!”
“Sa-Sarang!?”
“It’s nothing. …Hic. Nothing…”
Papa’s worried eyes fixed on me. My vision was too blurry to see them clearly.
“Sarang… If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. You don’t have to force yourself…”
“…Hic. That’s not it…”
“I… I never wanted it to be like this. Okay? I just wanted to spend nice time with you. Not necessarily go this far… You don’t have to push yourself. It’s your first time.”
“That’s… hic. Not it…!”
“Sarang…”
I didn’t even know why I was like this. Alcohol, ugly feelings, that strange tension all mixed together until my head felt wrong.
“…Sarang.”
Papa’s rough hand settled on my forehead. Cool to the touch.
“You drank way too much… Rest here tonight. I’ll… get a room next door.”
…Don’t act cool. You’re my fan, aren’t you? You’re just holding back.
I caught the collar of the shirt as he tried to pull away. Tugged it lightly. He still smelled good.
“…Papa.”
“Sarang.”
Our eyes met. I let mine close halfway.
Srrk. Creak.
The mattress dipped under new weight. His face came close—faint alcohol on his breath. I didn’t turn away.
“…Sarang. I, I…”
“…Do you want to?”
“….”
Papa said nothing. Of course he wanted to. I was the one he liked. I was dying to do it with the person I liked—how much worse must it be for this ajusshi? Three whole years as my fan. Three years. I’d liked someone longer than that myself. Not doing anything only left regret.
Today he’d treated me far better than I expected. Comforted me. Healed me a little. Let me forget the bad things for a while. Normally this was off-limits. Really off-limits. But he was a fan… Just once. Today only… I was a virgin, but as fan service this much would stay with him forever, right? He’d keep supporting me for life after this, right?
“…You want to, don’t you? …With me.”
“….”
When I cracked my eyes open again, Papa was nodding, just a little. Okay then.
“…Kiss me.”
The alcohol smell came closer.
“Mmm…”
Chup.
Warmth brushed my lips and left.
…What. Nothing special. Nothing special… yet somehow my heart settled.
“One more.”
Chuuup.
“Again.”
Chuuuut. Chuuup.
“Keep going.”
Chyuup. Chyuut. Chyuuuup…
It was kind of fun—this dad-aged man pressing and releasing his lips exactly when I told him to. Still nothing special, though. A little more…
“…Papa.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s… the kind of kiss you give a little daughter, right?”
“…Yeah.”
Just lips touching. Everyday skinship you’d give a kid.
“…But I’ve grown up. I’m an adult too.”
“….”
“Let’s do the kind of thing you want to do… with your grown-up daughter?”
Ah. Even I thought the line was a little ridiculous. But it landed dead center.
“Huuup…!”
Chuuup. Chupfpfp. Churrut…
Papa’s tongue pushed between my lips. I opened for him and it slid inside, tangling with mine. There was real force in it—I could feel how badly he wanted me. Even if I didn’t want to know, I knew. So this was what being loved felt like. If only Hogu-oppa had given me this…
Chupfup…
Only after a long while did our mouths part. A thin strand of spit stretched from his lips to mine like a spiderweb. A little… dirty. This.
“…Sarang.”
I looked at his face. Angular, dandy lines. Fine wrinkles. Age showed, but he was still handsome in his way. And his eyes never left me. Not for a second.
“From three years ago… from the moment I first saw you, Sarang… I…”
Wow. Saying that while we’re like this?
“I’ve only ever looked at you.”
“….”
Ugh… Now I’m the one getting embarrassed. Really. Still… it didn’t feel bad. My own love had failed, but knowing someone still liked me brought a strange relief. And the fact that a fifty-something man who’d seen it all was blushing over me felt good too.
“Papa.”
“…Yeah, Sarang.”
“Three years ago I was still in high school.”
“Is that… so.”
“Papa. Pervert.”
“….”
Nothing to say to that, huh? Well, I wasn’t scolding him. I stroked his hair lightly.
“Still. It’s a little late, but now that I’m an adult too…”
“…?”
“Since I’m an adult, let’s do… the things adults can do?”
Ah, damn. That was the line I’d always planned to say to Hogu-oppa someday. I went and said it first. All because of this stupid alcohol…
“Hup…!?”
Lips met again. Chuuuup… Chuuut… His tongue pushed back in, tasting every corner of my mouth. I pushed mine against his, sparring lightly. Fun. And… it felt good.
“Paha… Haa… Haa…”
When we finally broke apart we both dragged in the air we’d been denying ourselves. Facing each other like that, breathing hard, somehow made everything feel even closer.
“Clothes… shall we take them off?”
Papa’s voice was careful. We couldn’t really stop here anyway.
“Mhm.”
I nodded and stood for a moment. We each undressed a little apart. I’d come in comfortable clothes, so mine came off fast. In seconds I was down to underwear. Even that… No. Standing like this in front of a man was already a first. Taking the rest off felt too much. Just this far.
I snuck a glance at Papa.
“…Ah.”
His tie lay on the floor. He was just finishing unbuttoning the dress shirt and shrugging it off. Turned away, his back was fully visible. …Incredibly broad.
“…Wow…”
Eut. A weird little sound slipped out. But still—first time seeing muscles that solid right in front of me. Is he really in his fifties? For real? Did he lie about his age? How does anyone have a body like that…
He dropped the shirt and started on his belt. Eut… First time watching a man undo a belt… Pants slid down. Legs just as solid. Thighs thick as my waist. Was he an athlete once? What a body… In the suit I’d never imagined this much… Completely different from the slender handsome type like Hogu-oppa. That oppa wasn’t the muscular kind…
Swoosh.
Uh…?
W-wait. He just took the underwear off too, right? First time seeing a man’s bare ass. If he turns around right now—
Fully naked, Papa walked to the vanity, set something down, then turned toward me.
“Wa… o…”
I wanted to cover my face but my body had locked up; my hands wouldn’t even rise. My eyes went straight… there.
“Sarang. Over here.”
The low voice called me. Still in my underwear I moved carefully toward it. I couldn’t look away. That was… a man’s… Rising thick between the ridges of his abs. Today I was going to take that…
Before I knew it I was right in front of him. Close enough that one reach would touch it.
“Sarang.”
“Uh… Ah! Yes. Yes!”
Honorifics slipped out on their own. What am I doing…
“I’ll… take the rest off for you.”
“…Yes.”
Auu… That huge arm came toward me. It slid behind my back; one practiced snap and the bra came undone. That wasn’t first-timer skill. No way.
Srrrk.
The bra dropped. My chest was bare. Ugh… I’ve never worried about this before, but my breasts are pretty, right? Right? Not as big as Harin-unnie’s or Eunchae-unnie’s, but still…
“The bottom too.”
“….”
A rough hand found my waist and srrrk—panties slid down. Ah… Really. So embarrassing I couldn’t lift my head. Skilled fingers worked them past my legs, then he lifted one foot lightly and pulled them free. My panties landed in his hand, then dropped onto the discarded dress shirt and pants beside us.
Women’s underwear resting on a man’s discarded suit. From now on we’re going to have sex ♡ …It felt exactly like that, and my whole body started to tremble.