Chapter 65

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 65

Chapter Title: Now, Say Ahh (♡)

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Idol.

The word originates from "idol," meaning a false god or object of worship—someone adored or loved by many.

But in Korea, "idol" isn't used in a general sense. It's a term that specifically refers to a certain group.

They mainly perform as groups, targeting teens and those in their twenties, earning absolute adoration from them as young, pretty "singers" and "dancers."

While singers succeed by recording good music and dancers showcase their performance art, idols focus on building a "fandom."

There is no single right way to do it.

Some rise through looks, others with solid singing skills, and some with quirky personalities on variety shows—that's the idol world.

However, numerous cases prove that the idol-fandom relationship resembles a "pseudo-romance."

Just recently, a famous idol faced dating rumors with a male actor, only to announce their breakup before a month had passed.

In that sense, idols are the profession in the entertainment industry where dating scandals hit the hardest.

"Never date. Or at least, never get caught."

Im Eun-ha had heard that warning so often since her trainee days that her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ears blistered. Still, she'd always thought it didn't apply to her.

She even looked down on fellow celebrities who dated in secret.

But now, Im Eun-ha finally understood their feelings completely.

It was suffocating.

She couldn't enjoy dates with the person she liked or visit nice restaurants in a romantic mood. She couldn't even wear outfits freely outside for fear of being recognized.

Im Eun-ha stared at her mirror reflection with a pout.

"Woojin oppa seemed to like this dress..."

A crass but heart-stirring deep, low voice. Those beastly eyes scanning her up and down, as if he'd flip up her dress and ravage her pussy any second.

Unlike the lines from the romance novels she'd read, it was vulgar and lewd, but Im Eun-ha's heart fluttered whenever Jung Woo-jin said it to her.

It all made her heart race and feel good. If it was what Jung Woo-jin liked, she could indulge him—no matter how perverted.

"How should I wear it to make him like it... Ah! Right!"

Having made up her mind, Im Eun-ha lifted her dress and slipped off her panties. She then opened her closet and pulled out a long coat she'd stashed away deep inside for the summer.

"It'll only be for a bit."

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Im Eun-ha threw the long coat over her dress and hurried out of the house.

I arrived at Im Eun-ha's private studio first and was sitting on the sofa, checking my smartphone.

OnlyFans account.

I occasionally met Han Woo-hee to film sex videos and upload them, but after hitting the second condition, I'd confirmed the third was 50 million won in cumulative sales, so I'd slowed the pace.

I figured meaningful progress was unlikely before [Inner Beauty] filming anyway.

"But who the hell is this guy?"

I wasn't sure whether to call this bastard "this bastard" or "esteemed customer," but he still sent tips now and then.

"...Jeez. Han Woo-hee's in the middle of filming her movie, and this psycho keeps..."

No matter how roughly I treated Han Woo-hee, I had zero intention of ruining her career.

Besides, [Inner Beauty]—the one she was shooting—was a project I was in too, and one I personally had high hopes for.

So no matter the conditions, I couldn't just drag her out on weekdays. It'd mess up filming.

"Still, gotta upload once this weekend. Can't lose the patron."

The big tips mattered, of course.

"Ahem."

I was skimming the weird guy's support messages when...

Clunk-.

The studio door opened, and Im Eun-ha walked in.

Thud-.

Im Eun-ha glanced around, locked the door securely, and only then approached me, calling out.

"Oppa! I'm here!"

"Huh? A long coat in midsummer?"

"Oppa, just wait! Ugh, so hot...!"

Im Eun-ha, frustrated, shed the black long coat the moment she entered the studio.

And her revealed figure.

She wore the dress I'd thought suited her so provocatively well, hidden inside the coat.

Click-.

Come to think of it, she even had on the beige enamel high heels from the press conference.

"So—"

I bolted up from the sofa without realizing.

Black hair tied straight and draped down her back, a black dress perilously exposing her neck and shoulders. Makeup that perfectly captured her foxy, seductive eyes.

Im Eun-ha, wiping sweat from her forehead in that dizzying dress—her slim waist begged to be grabbed, her pushed down, and her pussy devoured until she begged for mercy.

Snapping to, I'd closed the distance to her face. I grinned and asked.

"So, you came like this, begging to be fucked?"

Startled by my intensity, Im Eun-ha retreated with clicking heels, stammering.

"W-Woojin oppa... W-Wait...! I-I, uh..."

"You?"

I'd hear her out first.

With me not pressing, Im Eun-ha shyly twisted her hair with her fingers and said.

"I showered, but sweating in the coat... That pussy-eating thing... Can we skip it just for today...?"

That was it?

I strode up, grabbed her waist, and yanked up the dress. There, instead of panties, was Im Eun-ha's pussy, dripping enticingly.

"No panties?"

Im Eun-ha reached back to pull her ass away, but I yanked her waist with one hand and buried my face in her pussy.

"O-Oppa! I-It smells—Kyaaak?!"

First, I lapped gently from bottom to top, licking all over. Each taste bud savored the rich, heady flavor and scent of her female essence.

Soon, I pursed my lips and sucked her pussy mercilessly.

Chup, slurp, slurrrp, chup, chwup-!

"Ah, ahk?! O-Opaaa!! H-Haat?!!"

Click, clack, click-!

Panicked, Im Eun-ha's legs trembled. I forced her thighs apart and held them, sucking relentlessly.

While teasing her cute clit with my lips, her juices from her hole soaked my chin in the blink of an eye.

Then I pressed my lips to the entrance and drank her pussy nectar.

Chup, slurp, chup, slurp, chwup-!

"Eut, uwaat, aaaat! W-Wait, opaaa!!"

Going mad, Im Eun-ha pressed down hard on the back of my head gripping her dress.

I sucked her entire pussy in one hard pull.

Slurrrrrrp-!!

And stood up abruptly.

"H-Haat... O-Oppa...?"

I approached the bewildered, unsteady Im Eun-ha and kissed her lips.

In a fierce, devouring kiss, I shoved the pussy juices I'd held in my mouth straight into hers.

"Et, ub?!"

I tangled my tongue deep so she could fully taste her own fluids.

Her eyes went wide in shock at first, but as our tongues intertwined, she closed them and wrapped her arms around my neck.

Smack, slurp, smooch-.

Our tongues twisted pleasurably.

Im Eun-ha panted hot breaths while frantically licking and swallowing the saliva—laced with her own taste—that I pushed into her mouth.

Like that.

I only released her lips after biting and sucking them till they swelled.

"P-Pahaat... Haaat..."

Her face melted endlessly. Im Eun-ha looked up at me with eyes full of sticky longing.

I smiled at her and said.

"So, how's tasting your own pussy juice? Not bad, right?"

It was just a casual whim, thinking it'd turn her on, but Im Eun-ha took it differently, hugging me tight and acting all cute.

"P-Pussy juice... d-delishhh..."

"Want more?"

"Y-Yes, yesssh..."

Chuckling at her limp-tongued reply, I sat back in front of her.

"Hold the dress up."

After making her lift the dress, I plunged my fingers into her pussy this time.

Forming a hook, I scraped wildly at her inner walls, scooping out her juices.

Squelch, squish, squelch, squuuish-!!

"Heek, eut, uheee, eeeee?!! W-Waiiiit!!"

Too intense, her legs buckled, and she collapsed. I held her waist to steady her, then pulled out my fingers.

Drenched fingers dripped her juices. I held them to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her face.

"Now, say ahh."

Her face pale, red lips like cherries parted. I slowly pushed my fingers into her mouth.

"Ub, ubm...!"

As I stirred inside her mouth, Im Eun-ha quickly sucked my fingers eagerly with her tongue and lips—like delicious ice cream.

Smack smack smack.