An Idol Obsessed Over by Her Uncle Fan Wants to Run Away (11)

Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak.

The old bed groaned under the rough collision of bodies, every thrust sending another shudder through the frame.

"Papaah… ahng…! Papa…! Haaaahng…!"

Sarang's moans climbed higher with every creak of the mattress—sounds so raw, so unrestrained, it was almost impossible to believe this was her first time.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Wet, animal sounds of flesh driving home, and even the slick noise of it carried through the line.

"Nngh-ghh…! Nngh-hh-ghh…!!"

Sarang tried, again and again, to hold it in.

Then a deep, grinding thrust—

"Nngh-hh…! Nngh-ghh-ghh…!!"

—and whatever resolve she had shattered on the spot.

"Papa…! Nngh-hh-ghh…! Papa…!"

"Sarang…! Right here—you like it when I hit here, don't you? Here?"

"Nngh-gohh…! Th-there……!"

Even through sound alone, it was obvious how feral the mating had become. Neither of them stopped. Their bodies kept rocking, relentless.

"Hnnngh…! Hnngh-ghh…!"

Listening to Sarang's ragged breathing, I worked my hand without end—only to open my eyes and remember, every single time, that I was alone in the dark ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠living room of the dormitory, jerking off to a phone call.

So I shut my eyes again and poured every scrap of attention into the sounds spilling from the earbuds.

"Sarang. Feels good, doesn't it? My cock… ngh…. Doesn't it?"

"Nngh-ghh-ghh… nngh-hnn…! Like it…… Papa's…… like iiit……!"

"Even when I pin you down like this?"

"Nngh-hh… being crushed under Papa… I like it……! With that big body… hnn…! Pin me down…! Pin me……!"

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak.

Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick.

Sarang was losing her mind to the pleasure—pinned under a man's body, screaming herself hoarse, forgetting she was an idol, forgetting everything, becoming nothing but a bitch in heat.

A version of her I had never seen.

A version I had never even imagined.

Sarang…… was moaning like a woman possessed.

"I'm cumming—!"

"Give it—give it to meee… Papa…! Hnngh-ghh-ghh…!!"

Throb! Throb! Throbbing—!

Even through the receiver, the force of his orgasm was unmistakable. I came with him.

A few thick drops of semen spattered onto the carpet in front of the sofa.

"Huu…. Huu…."

My breath came hard and raw. My cock shrank almost at once, as if ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it had nothing left to give.

That made four times today already.

My stamina was finished.

"Hnnnngh…… hnnnngh……"

Even with Sarang's moans still pouring through the line, my cock refused to rise again.

"Huu…. I'm pulling out."

"Nngh-ghh……. Nngh……."

A wet, sucking sound—something sliding free.

Han Myeong-su had pulled his cock out of her.

"Here. Look. This is what Sarang squeezed out of me."

"Hnnn…? Th-that's…."

"Inside the condom. Incredible, right?"

So he'd used a condom.

"Th-this is……."

"The cum Sarang's pussy wrung out of me."

"P-Papa… saying it like that is kind of embarrassing……."

"Why? This is the crystallization of our love."

"E-even so…."

"If I hadn't put this on, all of this would be inside you right now."

"………Whoa……."

A voice of pure, unguarded wonder.

From the trainee days onward, Sarang had lived completely apart from anything like this. Tonight, for the first time, she was learning—about men, about sex—one lesson at a time, carved into her by this middle-aged fan named Han Myeong-su.

"Alright. Shall we put a fresh one on?"

"Nn…… yeah. We're… we're doing it again, right?"

"Of course. You think once is enough?"

"…………No."

Fuck…….

How the hell was this old man so tireless?

The call was closing in on thirty minutes. The actual penetration hadn't been that long, and in that time Han Myeong-su had only come once.

I'd come twice.

Sarang had climaxed three times already…….

"We're going all night. Heh…. Understood?"

"Y-yeah……."

"Here. Fresh one. Put it on for me."

"Nn…. L-like this……? Is this right?"

"Yeah. From there…… roll it down while you push."

"Nn. Like this……. Hnn……. It's so… big…."

"You're getting wet again just from touching it, aren't you?"

"N-no…! Th-that's not……."

"Don't lie. You're soaked down there."

"Hnn…. Papa… don't say it on purpose…."

"I can't help it. You're too cute."

"………Cute?"

"Yeah. That's why I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠got hard again the second I came."

"………Ugh……."

"I'm going to fuck you again. Spread."

The sound of her shifting position came almost before he'd finished speaking.

A long, wet slide—

"Hnngh-ghh…! Nngh-ghh-ghh…!!"

—and it started all over again.

By now, even Sarang's moans couldn't get my cock up. The arousal was still there…. My body just wouldn't cooperate.

But Han Myeong-su—far older than me—kept driving his hips without the slightest hesitation, burying his cock in Sarang's pussy.

"Hyaah…! H…ah… hnnn…! Hnn…!"

The moans went on without end.

"Hnnngh…! Papa…! Again… I'm… going again…!"

Every round, Sarang came over and over.

"I'm cumming again…!"

"Hyaaaaahng…! Hnnn…! Hnn…!"

Sounds so continuous I half expected her to pass out. I sat on the sofa and simply listened.

"That's it. Huu…. Suck right there…."

"Chuuup. Chuut. Here…. You like it here?"

"Kh…! Nnh. Yeah… that's it."

"……Papa's kind of cute?"

"Want me to fuck you again as punishment?"

Sarang's first experience was being dyed, little by little, in Han Myeong-su's colors.

"Papa…! There…. Nngh…! Not there…!"

"You like it better when I angle it this way, don't you?"

"Hnnnngh…! Hnngh-ghh-ghh…!!"

"Answer me!"

"Yeees…! I like iiit……!"

Three times.

Four times.

Five times.

He came without end, and still they kept going.

"Huu……. Already seven of them."

"……Whoa……. That's… really a lot."

"All of it wrung out by Sarang's pussy, remember?"

"……Did it… feel that good?"

"It's my first time with you. Of course it did."

"………Hehe."

"Hnnnngh…! Nngh… again…… I like it……! Papa's cock…! I like it……!"

"You're moving your hips on your own now. That's my Sarang."

"Does Papa… like it too…? Being inside Sarang… do you like it…?"

"Heh…. I've come this many times, haven't I? That should tell you."

"Then the tenth one too…! Hnn…! Cum for me……!"

For hours.

With no sign of stopping, the two of them kept fucking.

I couldn't do a thing.

Han Myeong-su had dumped his load into Sarang ten times over. I'd managed four, and now my cock wouldn't even stand.

I couldn't even jerk off anymore. Listening was all I had left.

"Papa…! Again…! Nngh-ghh-ghh…!"

Click.

The sound cut out.

I carefully checked my phone. The battery had died; it had shut itself off.

But their sex would keep going after that—until a dozen or more cum-filled condoms were scattered across Sarang's body. Until she collapsed from exhaustion, unable to hold herself up.

What became of her after that, I had no way of knowing.

Ugh…….

I didn't even know when I'd fallen asleep.

No sense of time. Couldn't control my own body.

Just how many times had Papa done it….

I'd counted up to ten and then given up.

I managed to get up and tried to move my legs, but the feeling of something still inside me was so strong that even my walk looked ridiculous.

Still—I had to go.

I stepped into the shower and started washing myself when Papa came in.

"Sarang."

He pulled me into a tight hug.

……He's so gentle.

Or is he just asking for another round……?

"……Papa."

"Thank you."

"……Huh?"

"It was my lifelong wish. Being with you."

"………What kind of wish is that."

"I mean it."

God. What a pervert.

But my face heated up anyway, for no good reason.

"So…… that's it, right?"

"Nn."

Just one night. That was the promise.

Once we went back up to the dormitory today, we would go back to being fan and idol—and everything that happened last night would stay a secret from everyone.

"……I'm going to miss this so much."

"Papa. A promise is a promise, though…."

"Even so. Sarang."

"I know how you feel, but…. Okay? We can't date."

"……That's sad."

Ugh……. When he says things like that, it makes me feel like the bad guy again.

But I had to draw a clear line now….

Last night I'd had some alcohol in me… and I'd been irritated for no good reason and done something I shouldn't have….

More than anything, I had no idea what face I was supposed to show Hogu oppa when I got back to Seoul.

Of course Hogu oppa wouldn't know……. But if he ever found out I'd done this with this old man, he would definitely….

So today's events had to be buried right here and forgotten cleanly.

As if nothing had ever happened.

"……Sarang."

"…Papa. Why is it… getting hard again?"

After doing it that many times yesterday?

Did he have any idea what a wreck the bed was?

There was still stuff on my body and in my hair that wouldn't wash out……. And he wanted more?

"One last time. Just once more, for the last time."

"Papa. You're not a kid—don't throw a tantrum……."

"Can't we? Just once?"

Something big pressed against my ass again.

I shouldn't.

I really shouldn't.

But last night came flooding back—the sensation of that thing forcing its way between my cheeks and thrusting into me without mercy.

It still felt like it was inside me.

A sensation I wouldn't feel again after today.

"…………Really. Just one last time, okay?"

In the end, we did it twice more in the shower before we finally managed to check out.

We climbed back into that coupe and drove the morning roads toward the dormitory.

The whole way there, Papa couldn't wipe the bitter look off his face.

"……So I won't get to see you anymore?"

"You can see me as much as you want. Come to the concerts. Come to the fan meetings."

"That's not what I mean…. Like today."

"That we can't do. I've said it over and over—we're going back to being idol and fan now."

"……."

Papa hung his head low.

He shouldn't do that while driving.

Seeing the confident, energetic Papa I'd known go so dejected at the thought of never doing this again made even me feel a little unsettled.

But Papa.

I still only like Hogu oppa.

So…… last night is really just going to stay a one-time memory!

"……Your phone."

I snatched Papa's phone.

Unlocked it, opened the contacts app.

I typed in my number.

"……Sarang."

"Contact…… is fine, at least. Just checking in. That much."

"Really…?"

"Th-that's as far as it goes! It's the best a fan can get, so Papa should be happy about it."

I set the phone down, twirling a strand of hair that had once been sticky with Papa's cum.

Casual check-ins. Light conversation. Just that much.

Think of it as friends.

Even as I said it, the thought that I might somehow end up seeing Papa again made my body tremble a little.

Because of that, I never noticed that Hogu oppa's name was sitting in the call history.

It would be a long time before anyone looked at that hours-long call log.