Sua (2)
Sua (2)
The front of the building didn't have a small glass door, but only a single gray iron door.
There was no sign either.
If there hadn't been a small number keypad and card reader attached next to the door, it would have been hard to even tell if this was a space people came and went from.
Suah took a card out of her pocket and held it to the reader.
With the sound of the lock releasing, the iron door opened inward.
The moment the door opened, the first thing that rushed out was cold air.
Behind it, a faint rubber smell mixed with the stuffy odor unique to a soundproof room that had been closed for a long time rose up.
"Come in."
Suah grabbed my wrist as if it were nothing.
Stepping inside, a space wider than I expected appeared.
The entire first floor was set up like one big practice room.
The ceiling wasn't low, but with almost no windows, the inside felt stuffy.
One entire wall was mirrors, and the opposite wall had black soundproof panels attached at regular intervals.
Gray mats were laid on the floor.
Yellow tape marked positions here and there, and in one corner two large speakers and a mobile lighting stand were set up.
On the wall, tripods, cameras, folded reflectors and the like were neatly arranged.
She turned around to look at me and spread her arms wide.
"Tada! This is our new practice room!"
As if she had really invited someone over, Suah was smiling brightly.
The speakers, lighting, tripod, and camera standing against one wall.
All familiar items.
Things you'd find in any idol practice room.
But it was strange.
I had never seen a place like this.
"......New practice room?"
Suah nodded as if she'd been waiting for that.
"Yes. New practice room."
"When did you change it."
"It's been quite a while."
Still holding my wrist, Suah slowly walked deeper into the practice room.
Our figures were reflected in the mirror.
Me being dragged along, and Suah beside me smiling with an excited face.
She stopped in front of the mirror, then lightly turned my shoulder to face me forward.
"I originally planned to tell you as a surprise."
"Surprise?"
"Yes."
She turned around and came close as if lightly resting her chin on my shoulder.
Our eyes met in the mirror.
"To surprise oppa."
"......"
"Our kids pooled their money to buy it."
When I muttered quietly, Suah laughed.
"Why? You think we couldn't buy it?"
"It's not that......"
"It's because oppa has no interest in us that you didn't know."
Suah's voice was still bright, but it felt like thin thorns were stuck inside.
"How much we like you, how much we think about you, what we were preparing."
"......"
"The first floor is where we practice. The second floor is the recording studio. The third floor is where oppa rests. We designed it like this."
"Where I rest......?"
In one corner of the practice room, next to the black soundproof door, stairs going up to the upper floor were visible.
"Yes."
Suah nodded as if it were only natural.
"Oppa, you always couldn't rest properly because you followed us around the filming locations. Sleeping in the car, dozing on waiting room chairs, eating meals roughly."
She was smiling even as she spoke.
"So we prepared it."
"......."
"So that when oppa comes here, you can rest comfortably."
She slowly walked in front of me.
"I wanted to surprise oppa as a surprise..."
"......"
"But oppa ruined it first."
Her hand grabbed my wrist again.
A bit more force than before.
"We prepared like this. But oppa is trying to play with other bitches."
"That's......"
"Isn't it?"
Suah tilted her head.
"If you're with us, we'll feed you, put you to sleep, let you do whatever you want. Are you running away because we're boring and other bitches look tasty?"
She elongated the end of her sentence and laughed quietly.
"But oppa kept looking outside."
"......."
"Did other young pretty bitches look more fuckable than us?"
Those words made it hard to breathe.
"It's not like that."
"What's not like that."
Suah took a step closer.
With the feeling of her soft breasts being crushed against my back, her face in the mirror got closer.
She was smiling brightly, but her eyes weren't smiling at all.
"Oppa is always like that. No matter what we do, you pretend not to know, pretend not to see, pretend it's nothing."
"......"
"Eonni said it's okay. Oppa is originally dense so he doesn't know. If we wait a little more, someday he'll notice."
Suah rubbed her breasts and laughed quietly.
"But it's not."
Her hand gripped my wrist a bit tighter.
"Oppa isn't not knowing, you're pretending not to know."
"Suah."
"What."
"I've never looked at you guys that way."
At those words, Suah paused for a moment.
In the mirror, her pupils slowly sank.
"That way?"
"......"
"What is that way."
When I couldn't answer, as if she didn't like that silence, she raised the corners of her mouth.
"Oppa is a real trash bastard."
She slowly came around in front of me.
"Us liking oppa is burdensome, us taking care of oppa is annoying, us waiting for oppa is natural."
"It's not like that."
"But you smile at other people."
"......."
"At filming staff too. At women who greet in passing. At people you meet for the first time too."
Suah tilted her head slightly.
"Those people are okay, but we're not?"
She lightly pushed me and pressed the button on the black remote.
"Ugh......!"
"Does it hurt?"
The consecutive pain spread from the shoulder down the spine.
Breath got stuck in my throat, and strength left my legs.
I tried to support myself on the mirror with my hand, but my fingertips were numb and wouldn't move properly.
Eventually, one knee dropped onto the mat.
"Aaagh......"
I clenched my teeth but a groan leaked out.
Suah who came forward squatted down and met my eyes.
"It hurts, right?"
I wanted to answer something, but the back of my neck was still throbbing hotly.
Every time I inhaled, a tingling sensation remained in my shoulder.
"Oppa knows pain right away too."
"......"
"But me?"
Suah's voice lowered a bit.
"Why don't you know when I'm hurting?"
While acting like you're just doing your job well for us, when you're casually kind to other people."
Suah tilted her head slightly.
"I hurt every time then."
The corners of Suah's mouth slowly went up.
Her hand went up to the remote again.
I reflexively shrank my body.
The button wasn't pressed.
But just that reaction made Suah laugh as if satisfied.
"See. Even though I didn't do anything now, you're this scared."
"......."
"Then oppa knows too."
She lightly poked my chest with the end of the remote.
"How scary it is for the person waiting."
She came close and whispered in my ear.
"Me, I thought oppa would only look at us."
"......."
"If we work hard. Get prettier, more famous, do better."
She slowly reached out and swept my hair as if arranging it.
"Then I thought someday oppa would notice."
"......."
"Keep saying no."
Suah's fingertips stopped.
"Keep pretending not to know."
Suah looked at that silence and laughed quietly.
"Now it's quiet."
She slowly stood up from her spot.
And grabbed my arm.
"Get up."
Strength wouldn't go into my legs.
I tried to move my body with my hands on the mat, but my knees wouldn't straighten properly.
Suah sighed shortly.
"Really high maintenance."
She pulled my arm and forcibly stood me up.
When my body staggered forward, Suah supported my waist as if catching it.
A sweet scent came from her who was close.
That scent mixed with the remaining pain in my neck made my stomach churn.
"It's okay."
Suah whispered lowly.
"You won't die from this much."
Suah grabbed my wrist again as if nothing.
"Let's go."
"Where......"
"Second floor."
She pointed to the black soundproof door inside the practice room.
"I'll show you the recording studio."
When the thick door opened, a narrow staircase appeared.
Because black soundproof panels were attached to the entire wall, even small breathing sounds seemed to be heard up close.
"Oppa."
"......"
"I actually like the second floor the most."
She spoke without looking back.
"Because in the recording studio, lies don't work well."
"...... What do you mean."
"When you stand in front of the mic, you can hear everything. The trembling breath. The cracking voice. Pretending to be okay forcibly."
She only turned her head to look at me.
Under the faint staircase lighting, her eyes seemed to sparkle.
"Since oppa keeps saying no. I want to check once this time."
The door opened and the second floor recording studio appeared.
It was narrower than the first floor practice room, but much quieter.
No, the expression that sound died might be more fitting.
The moment I stepped in, I had the illusion that even my breathing sounded loud.
White and black soundproofing materials were attached to the walls and ceiling, and there was a small recording booth divided by thick glass walls.
Inside the booth, one black microphone was set up, and in front of the mic, a round pop filter and headphones were hanging.
And a small red light was attached above the narrow room.
Currently it was off, black, but the letters written below were clear.
REC.
"Nice, right?"
"......"
"We spent some money."
She spoke proudly while walking to the desk holding my wrist.
On the desk, a large monitor, keyboard, small mixer, and equipment with several buttons were placed.
"We record songs here too."
"Take guides too."
Her fingers lightly passed over the keyboard.
"Sometimes I practice alone too."
Suah turned on the equipment with familiar hand movements.
Blue, green, red.
Light came on the previously off monitor, and complex windows appeared on the dark screen.
When Suah moved the mouse and pressed something a few times, a very small noise flowed from the speaker then disappeared.
"Come to think of it. I've never saved oppa's voice."
She looked at me and pouted her lips.
"There are many photos, some videos too. But I haven't properly left oppa's voice."
"Why leave that."
"Why, you ask."
Suah turned her head to look at me.
"Because I want to hear it."
She turned her gaze back to the equipment and lightly arranged the cables with her fingers.
And when she pressed a button, a small light inside the recording booth turned on.
Soft yellow light illuminated around the microphone.
Along with that, the REC that wasn't on earlier turned red.
She stood up from her seat and grabbed my wrist.
"Let's go."
Her head pointed towards the glass booth.
I tried to stop my feet reflexively, but she pulled my wrist strongly.
The closer we got to the glass booth, the narrower the inside looked.
It looked about 2 pyeong, with various audio equipment.
I went inside, and Suah who followed immediately locked the door.
When the door locked, the unique smell of soundproofing material and her perfume brushed my nose.
My body seemed to stiffen at the irregular breathing sounds heard from behind.
At that moment a sound came from behind.
"Don't look back"
Instinctively trying to turn back, but Suah's hand was strongly pushing my back.
Jiik.
Tuk.
With a small metal sound, something falling sound rang loudly.
"Why."
I felt her breasts rubbing against my back from behind.
"Curious?"
"......"
"Now it's okay to look back."
She slightly pulled away and her hand lightly pulled my shoulder.
I turned my body as if half pushed.
"......!"
On the floor, short panties and black panties were stripped off, lying on the ground.
Her labia were exposed to the air, plump and swollen.
And she reached out, grabbing my hair with both hands and pressing down firmly.
"Suck."