Men Like This, Right?
That afternoon, while Park Minji was resting in the car and Im Haeun was off at the gym with Kim Su-hyeok, I ended up escorting Shin Soye to her swimsuit photoshoot.
'Didn't they say road managers have to stay stuck in the car?'
Just a month ago, that had been the case, but in this short time, I'd worked so hard that I was occasionally handling schedules on my own. Or maybe it was because things had gotten a bit awkward with Kim Su-hyeok? From what I could piece together from the diary, our relationship had soured in various ways.
'Eh, whatever.'
What was I going to do about it? Spilled water was spilled. Nothing else came to mind, so I decided not to worry. Besides, I had way more important things to focus on—like Shin Soye, or the Shin Soye I'd suddenly started dating, or the Shin Soye currently strutting her stuff in a bikini...
"Yes, perfect! Taking the shot!"
At the photoshoot setup in one corner of Seoul's massive pool, Florida Bay, Shin Soye was striking poses on the sparkling artificial beach in her swimsuit. The simple bikini, accented with subtle jewels and patterns, combined with her figure to create an insane impact. Every time she shifted pose, her massive G-cup breasts jiggled, and beads of sweat trickled down her perfect navel. The other guys watching the shoot swallowed hard.
"Whoa..."
"Those tits are fucking insane."
"Minor idol, but her body's diamond-tier."
"Dumbass, diamond? At least grandmaster."
"Ha, just watching her drains my life force... At that level, she's not an idol—she's a succubus."
"You wanna get sued for sexual harassment, you psycho?"
"Dude, even a judge would admit it."
"The manager's right there."
"Huh? Who's that? It's not Kim Manager."
"The guy sitting over there! Different manager!"
Two staff members whispered, glancing my way. I could've called them out, but I let it slide. It was the kind of reaction you'd expect at a swimsuit shoot. And honestly, I agreed to a point.
'They're fucking insane, alright.'
The feel of those breasts from yesterday—and just earlier. The sensation lingered on my hands, but watching her in that swimsuit from afar made it feel fresh all over again. I'd groped and rubbed those tits with my own hands.
'I want them...'
I wanted to lick that navel right now. Run my tongue up to her breasts and suck on her nipples. Rub my glans against those nipples and tease them...
'If I could, I'd drag her somewhere and fuck nonstop all day.'
A storm of lust raged inside me. My dick got so hard it showed through my pants. But it wasn't a big deal. Every guy at the shoot was pitching a tent, so everyone tacitly ignored it.
"Phew, great work~"
Lost in my fantasies, Shin Soye finished and walked over.
"Sejin, how was the shoot?"
"Perfect."
"How so~?"
She asked playfully with a grin.
"The photographer's gonna agonize over today's shots. Nothing to cut."
"So they were all flawless?"
"Of course. You're flawless, noona."
"You~"
Even obvious flattery made her beam happily. She poked my side with her elbow. I could see jealousy flare in the eyes of the guys around us from that casual touch.
"And..."
Savoring those stares, I whispered in her ear.
'All the guys watching? Totally hard. From your shoot.'
Her face flushed bright red. Then she gave me a sly smile—not her usual innocent one, but the kind a temptress would flash at a man. She whispered back.
'You too?'
'Can't you tell?'
She flashed that vixen smile again.
"Shoot's over. Let's go."
Her face snapped back to its usual bright, kind self. But her actions weren't usual at all. In front of everyone, she tugged down her bikini top just enough to flash her breasts at me, then turned away.
"!!"
I was stunned speechless. Oblivious or not, she sauntered to the changing room, swaying her hips seductively, like she was tempting me on purpose.
"......."
How was I supposed to hold back? I followed her.
Shin Soye entered the changing room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Clear invitation. I glanced around, slipped in, and shut the door.
She pounced immediately, kissing me fiercely like she was starved. A hungry deep kiss.
"Mm... *slurp*, haah..."
"Mmm... mm..."
Her hand went straight to my crotch. My fully erect cock twitched under her touch.
"Totally hard."
"Would I lie to you, noona?"
"Ehehe..."
She giggled sweetly. Sliding my fingers into her swimsuit, I felt her sticky juices.
"You're soaked too."
Instead of answering, she shoved her hand down my pants. She toyed with my precum-leaking tip, then pulled out, showing me the string between her index and middle finger.
"You're the one leaking."
"I told you... Who wouldn't get hard watching you in that swimsuit? All the other guys were too."
"Hm~"
She hummed playfully.
"Jealous?"
"...Of course."
This was the time to say yes. It was a calculated response to make her happy, not my real feelings. But it hit the mark.
"...Ehehehe."
She laughed delightedly. She'd wanted to tease me a bit, but my words made her drop the act—pure joy. This woman could never play the vixen convincingly. It was adorable.
"Mm..."
I kissed her. Untied her bikini strings. They slid to the floor with a soft rustle. Her huge breasts bounced free. Sweat trailed their curves, nipples hard, heaving with her ragged breaths... I bit a nipple.
"Aahn...!"
She moaned loudly, but I covered her mouth.
"They'll hear outside."
"Mm..."
I kept tormenting her breasts. Rubbing with both hands, biting nipples, licking, nipping her soft flesh like devouring giant dumplings—exploring every inch.
"You love my tits... aah, haah... so much, don't... aah... you?"
I ignored her, sucking harder. She pushed my face away gently.
"My turn."
She backed me to the vanity and sat me down. Yanked off my pants. My hard cock sprang out.
"So big..."
She admired it with rapt eyes, then licked the precum-slick tip. Savored it, pulled back—string connecting her lips to my glans.
"No need for lube like this."
"Lube?"
She answered with action. Wedged my cock between her massive breasts, squeezed them together to envelop me completely.
"Men like this, right?"
She rubbed her tits along my shaft. Spit into her cleavage, coating me. Our saliva mixed, making wet *squelch* sounds. Her paizuri sped up.
"Hoo..."
Incredible sensation. Soft breasts fully encased me, sliding perfectly. The visual was overwhelmingly erotic. Was it the softness or the slickness? Felt just like a pussy—no pain, warm and enveloping, like her heartbeat pulsing through.
Whoever said paizuri looks good but feels meh was full of shit. This was insane.
"Noona, faster..."
She sped up wordlessly, gripping her tits, rubbing furiously. Using those perfect breasts solely for my pleasure.
"Haa, haa..."
My glans popping in and out of her cleavage turned her on too. She panted, eyes locked on it.
"Gonna... cum."
She took the tip in her mouth. As I erupted, she caught it all inside.
"......."
After, she looked at me, then spat the load into her cleavage. Semen dripped down her breasts, tracing curves to her navel, marking her belly.
She smiled. "Good?"
Who could stay sane? I shoved her down and thrust into her soaked pussy.
"Ahn, mm, mmm...!"
The changing room filled with her muffled moans, wet squelches, and slapping flesh.
In the end, Shin Soye and I were late for the next schedule. Kim Su-hyeok nagged us at the meeting spot, but I just laughed it off. What was odd was Im Haeun. She looked displeased but surprisingly said nothing.
'She'd usually snap at me. What's up?'
Maybe because it involved Soye too? But who cared what that bitch thought.
With Soye begging for sex, I had no bandwidth for Im Haeun. I brushed off her glare.
I didn't know then. I should've paid attention—I'd regret letting it slide.