The Idol Obsessed Over by Her Uncle Fan Wants to Run Away (7)
Ah… shit.
I was so embarrassed I couldn't lift my face.
"Hh… nn. Hhhnnn…. Nngh…."
Strange sounds kept slipping out of my mouth without my permission.
Slurp. Shhhllp. Schllrrp.
Down between my spread legs, Papa was diligently licking me as I lay on the bed.
"Hnn…! Hhhhnnn…. Nnhhh…."
I wanted to close my legs. I didn't want him seeing me like this so directly.
But I couldn't fold them shut.
Papa had both of my thighs locked in his grip.
I'd thought that if I just lay there, Papa would come up slowly… kiss me a little more, touch me carefully, take his time… that he'd be gentle about it.
But the moment he told me to lie down and I did, waiting, he suddenly climbed up and—
Grabbed my legs and yanked them wide open.
I was so startled I couldn't even scream.
Then he buried his face straight between my thighs and started licking without warning….
"Nnhhh… nngh…… hnnnngh…."
Was being licked… supposed to feel this electric? This good?
Papa held my legs and started from the insides of my thighs.
He licked up and down in long, sweeping strokes, finished one side, then moved to the other….
Even when his tongue came right up near my pussy, he never licked it directly—just circled around that area… then went back to my thighs.
That was all. Just that.
And it felt incredible.
Legs spread wide open, mortified… and it still felt so good.
"Hnnnngh…… nnhhhngh……. Hnn…."
"You don't have to hold back the sounds, Sarang."
That deep, gentle voice reached me and I almost obeyed on instinct.
But I couldn't follow that order… if I didn't hold the sounds in……
I was going to make the most ridiculous noises….
Schllp….
"Hnnnnh…!? Nnh!"
My legs started trembling.
His tongue… touched me there.
Ah… I should've asked to wash first. It's going to smell….
"……Sarang."
"Hnn… nngh……?"
"You smell dirty."
Ah… that means it one hundred percent smells weird…!
Why would you say that out loud…!
I'd been curling my toes, trying somehow to force my legs closed—but Papa was so much stronger than I expected.
The second I tried to draw my thighs in, he just pushed them open again with more force….
And now he went past simply spreading them. He shoved my thighs all the way up toward my body until my knees pressed against my chest.
Which meant that place of mine… was completely exposed to him.
And in that position, Papa put his face right against—
"Hnnnngh…!! Hnnnnh……!"
"I told you not to hold it in, Sarang."
"Hnnnahh… but…! I ca…n't, I—ahh…!"
Is… is that really my voice…?
Sounds I couldn't believe were coming out of my own mouth kept spilling free.
I couldn't even form proper words.
"Hnnnngh…! Hnnngh… nngh…!"
Schllrrp schhhllp schllrrrp…!
Wet… sounds.
That wasn't spit.
I was getting wet down there….
And Papa was getting it all over his face.
Ugh…… this is so fucking embarrassing.
W-when I first agreed to do this, I never imagined it'd be like this.
Is sex always like this…?
Or is it just this old man?
"Hnaaahhh…!!"
Ngh…! I slipped.
I couldn't hold it… and made that weird sound.
What am I, some kind of animal, making noises like that….
Papa's going to hate this, right…?
If the idol he admired starts making sounds like that….
"Sa… Sarang…. That sound just now."
He stopped for a moment and our eyes met.
Ah……. He's definitely disappointed.
I'm an idol and I… made a sound like that.
"I'll give you more of it."
"What…? Wait a se—hnn…! Hnaaahhh…!!"
Schllrrp schllrrrp schllrrrrrp……!
"Hnaaah…! Hnaah…! Ihhnnn…!"
Ah… no. I can't hold it. Not anymore.
I tried to clamp my mouth shut but it wouldn't stay closed—the sounds just kept coming out.
I was almost amazed at myself, realizing I was even capable of making noises like these.
And Papa….
Schllp.
"Hnnngh…! Hnnh… th-there… nnh…!"
He'd memorized exactly where I made the best sounds and focused his attack only there.
Every time his tongue swept across that spot, I couldn't stop myself from crying out.
"Ahah… nngh… nnh… hngh…!"
Even when I tried to force myself to hold it in—
Shhhllp. Schlp.
"Nngh…… haaaaah…!! Haaah…!"
—Papa flicked his tongue with practiced skill and every bit of my forced restraint became completely useless.
"Hnnn… hnnn…!"
My legs were shaking hard. Even when I clenched my toes, my legs wouldn't move. Because Papa was holding them.
I couldn't do anything—just lay there helplessly being licked… and I never knew it could feel this good….
I'd never felt anything like this in my life.
It wasn't like I'd never masturbated… but this was on a completely different level.
Having my body pinned by a man's hands, having a man move me however he wanted and lick me however he pleased… I was learning for the first time that this pleasure was in a whole different dimension from touching myself.
And once you know something like this……
"Pa… Papa…. J-just a little……."
"A little more?"
"No… j-just rest a little… then keep going. Okay?"
If this kept going like this, something was going to happen to me.
Just rest a bit… once my body settles……
"No."
That single word was all Papa left me before burying his face between my legs again.
"Nnhh!? Nnhhhh…! Pa, Pa…pa…!"
Not there. If it goes in……!
His tongue pushed into the hole.
Something was coming. My body locked up and the pleasure kept climbing. If he licked me there, if he licked me there I was going to—!
"Nnhhhhhngh…!! Hnaaaaaah……!!"
Pssshhk! Psshk! Psshk!
My stomach clenched and my legs tried to curl in. At the same time, something came out of me down there.
The wetness that spilled from between my legs soaked Papa's face right in front of me.
"Nnhhhh……."
All the strength drained out of me.
Papa slowly lowered my legs.
Even as he did, more kept dripping out of me.
So this was… what it felt like to come.
Just from being licked by a tongue, I'd pitifully shaken my legs and squirted all over the place.
All over Papa's face, even….
"……Sarang."
"Nnh…… hh…… yeheh……."
"Felt good, didn't it?"
Papa quietly climbed up and gently stroked the hair of my still-panting head.
"Yeheh……."
Ugh… I can't even talk properly.
And Papa was looking down at me with this proud, almost fond expression.
Is that the look a dad is supposed to have after licking his daughter until she comes?
Seriously…… what a pervert.
His hands slipped around my body.
He pulled me into a tight hug.
I was pressed against that big frame, almost crushed into him.
He smelled so strongly of man….
Papa had probably… been smelling my woman-scent too….
Being held like this… the aftershocks of coming just now, the alcohol still in my system, everything mixed together….
I just wanted to stay like this.
I carefully lifted my hands and set them on Papa's back.
Being held in a man's arms really did feel good.
I'd hugged Hogu oppa plenty of times myself—but oppa had… never once been the one to hug me first.
Having someone else pull me into their arms first felt better than I ever expected.
And then……
"Nnh……."
Something hard had started pressing against my hip….
That was definitely… that….
When Hogu oppa held me, we were never naked, so I'd never felt anything like this.
But now I understood for certain.
So this is the monstrous thing men have hanging off them.
"Sarang."
Still holding me, Papa called my name.
"Nngh…."
"Want to touch it?"
Ah.
I realized—without meaning to…… I'd been lightly rubbing my side against that hard thing.
Ugh… Papa noticed. Now I look like a total pervert idol.
Seriously……
Even if we were doing this today, I didn't want to look like a complete freak. Papa still had to stay my fan after this…. Honestly, I only wanted to show him pretty sides of myself.
I wasn't supposed to do perverted things……
"……Nngh."
I nodded before I could stop myself.
Papa looked at me and huffed a quiet laugh.
God…… this is so embarrassing.
But at the same time, anticipation was rising in my chest.
What would it feel like if I touched that?
"Then put your hand…."
Papa took my hand and gently guided it down onto his thick length.
My fingertips met something huge.
"Squeeze it."
Following his words, I carefully closed my hand around it.
………It was hard.
It was definitely part of a person's body, but it felt like stone.
And it was so big my whole hand couldn't wrap all the way around it.
This was what was about to go inside me.
I could feel heat flooding into my face.
"……This is Papa's……."
"You can touch it wherever you want."
Papa's voice was full of easy confidence.
Ah… god. He really is telling me to touch it, right?
He has to be…… right?
I carefully moved my hand, exploring different parts of it.
From the tip, down along the shaft, all the way to the balls underneath.
So this is what it feels like. So this is what it looks like. I was getting used to a man's body for real.
"Sarang."
"Ye……heh?"
"How is it. This."
He wants… praise, doesn't he?
"It's hard… and big… and thick… a-a little scary, but……. Still……."
"Still?"
"I… keep wondering what it'd feel like… if you put it in……."
Ah.
…What the hell am I saying!
That makes me sound like a total slut!
Even if… even if it's true. I'm an idol—I'm supposed to play coy!
My brain knew that, but my mouth just kept going on its own.
"……You want me to put it in?"
Ah…….
Papa's low voice brushed against my ear.
I couldn't answer.
If I opened my mouth again here, I was going to say something even weirder.
So I just stayed quiet……
And silently nodded.
"You want me to put it in?"
At my words, Sarang—still holding my cock—hesitated for a long moment, reading my face, then gave a tiny nod.
I huffed a laugh at the sight.
Of course.
Fucking easy.
Even at my age, I've still got it.
An idol young enough to be my daughter, and all it took was a little coaxing before she folded right over.
Judging purely by how she reacted when I ate her out, this one's definitely a virgin.
I figured idols were all out there spreading their legs like whores—turns out I hit the jackpot.
Looking at that face where curiosity, excitement, and nerves all crossed at once, I licked my lips.
Yeah. Girls always taste best when they look like that.
Alright then.
How should I fuck this little bitch so the story that gets around is that I really ate well?
I glanced over at the phone resting on the vanity and started turning over the pleasant possibilities.