Fitting Room Temptation
My trembling fingertips kept slipping.
Inside the narrow fitting room.
I couldn't focus at all with Yuna's scent and her exposed skin so close.
When I fumbled and failed to fasten the bra hook, Yuna's shoulders trembled as she let out a mischievous laugh.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"I'm not…! Just stay still."
Face flushed, I snapped back and quickly tried to secure the hook again.
During that brief struggle, the gap in the unfastened bra came into view, the cups still loose.
Her pale pink nipple, perched at the curve of her breast, was completely exposed.
After yesterday's chaos, I'd already seen and touched everything there was to see and touch.
But catching a glimpse like this, in a place where people were walking around outside, felt different.
My mind told me it was wrong.
Yet the thrill of the precarious situation made my lower body swell painfully.
Click.
The hook finally found its place.
Yuna adjusted the cups with both hands, smoothing the shape, then spun toward me.
Wearing the black lace underwear perfectly, she spread her arms wide and struck a confident pose.
"Ta-da~ How is it?"
"I-it suits you."
Avoiding her gaze in embarrassment, I took a step back.
Reading my flustered expression, Yuna curled her lips and approached with a playful glint in her eyes.
"You've already seen everything. Why act shy now?"
"Ahem! I'm heading out first."
Feeling my lower body would become unmistakably obvious if I stayed any longer, I hurriedly pushed the curtain aside and escaped the fitting room.
The moment I stepped out, Yuna's small face peeked through the gap in the curtain.
She wore a mischievous smile and mouthed the words silently.
'Thank you.'
Startled, I glanced around.
Fortunately, the staff member was busy organizing elsewhere and paid us no attention.
"Hurry up and put your clothes back on…!"
When I waved my hand urgently, Yuna stuck out her tongue and disappeared back behind the curtain.
I'd made it safely out of the fitting room, but the reaction in my pants refused to settle.
The front of my trousers was visibly swollen in an embarrassing way.
After clearing my throat, I deliberately hid in a blind spot at the corner of the store.
'Was she always this bold…?'
The Yuna I knew could be quirky and playful at times, but she'd never acted like this.
Had the years changed her?
Or had something else changed her?
A complicated feeling stirred in my chest.
But before I could dwell on it, the image of Yuna in her underwear kept circling in my mind.
I shook my head vigorously, trying to erase the lingering afterimages.
If I didn't, my lower body wouldn't calm down enough for me to walk around.
After several hours of shopping, we returned to the studio apartment with shopping bags full of Yuna's clothes and daily necessities weighing down both my hands.
"Haa…"
I dropped the heavy load on the floor and collapsed with an exhausted expression, letting out a long breath.
"Hehe~"
In contrast, Yuna showed no signs of fatigue despite hours of walking around. She looked even more energetic than before.
She crouched down beside me and smiled brightly.
"Thanks. It must've been tiring following me around all day, right?"
"Well, thanks to you, I got some fresh air too."
I forced a weak smile while rolling my stiff shoulders.
"If I'd just stayed holed up in my room after getting fired, I probably would've gotten pretty depressed. Forcing myself outside like this cleared my head a bit. Plus, you bought me food and even got me new clothes. I should be the one thanking you."
Yuna shook her head as if it were obvious.
"What are you talking about? Of course I should buy things for you. You stayed by my side when I was struggling, kept me company, and even carried all the heavy bags."
I felt a small surge of admiration at her reply.
It was one of the reasons I'd liked Yuna in the past.
She never took someone's kindness or consideration for granted.
She had a thoughtful nature that always expressed genuine gratitude, even for small favors.
It wouldn't have been strange if becoming a celebrity had changed that part of her for the worse, but she remained the same.
'I don't know anymore.'
I stopped thinking about Yuna and looked out the window.
The sunset was already painting the sky, and evening was drawing near.
"The bags are mostly sorted, so I'll head home now."
Just as I was about to stand up, Yuna spoke in a rush.
"You're leaving already?"
"Yeah, I need to rest. You must be tired too."
When I stopped and looked at her curiously, Yuna carefully studied my expression before asking.
"Is there… anything else you want from me?"
"Want from you? I already got a delicious meal and new clothes today. That's more than enough."
"You even turned down the money. It just doesn't feel right. We agreed you'd act as my manager for a while…"
"It's fine. Don't worry about it."
When I gently refused, Yuna hesitated for a moment.
Then she leaned in close, stood on her tiptoes, and brought her lips to my ear.
"Earlier… when you were helping me in the fitting room, you got hard, didn't you?"
"H-huh?"
Before I could respond, frozen in shock, Yuna pulled her lips away and took a step back.
With her hands clasped behind her back, she looked up at me, a suggestive smile playing on her lips.
But her eyes were strange.
That peculiar lack of focus had returned.
Yet it felt different from the unstable state she'd shown last night or this morning.
Yesterday she'd seemed driven purely by instinct, lost in pleasure. Now there was a chilling sense of her clinging to reason while slowly tightening her grip.
"Yuna, why—"
The moment I tried to speak while stepping backward, Yuna pressed both hands firmly against my chest.
"Ugh!"
Knocked off balance, I fell onto the sofa.
The impact made my hand brush against the remote lying on the cushions, and the TV on the living room wall flickered to life.
Yuna and I both reflexively looked at the screen.
A rerun of a program was playing.
At the center of it sat Yuna, conducting a solo interview with the MC.
Yuna stared intently at her own image on the screen.
Then she smiled meaningfully and raised the volume with the remote.
[Yusia is famous for having a lot of male fans. Do you have an ideal type, or a style of boyfriend you'd like to meet?]
In response to the MC's question on screen, the broadcast Yuna smiled softly and answered.
[I haven't had any dating experience yet, and I've been too busy with work to think about it. I think I'd like someone who's caring and kind.]
It was the packaged answer of an idol, fitting for the title of "everyone's lover."
While that incongruous audio filled the room, Yuna slipped between my legs as I sat on the sofa and slowly knelt down.
"What are you doing right now—"
I tried to stand up in panic, but Yuna's hands gripped my pants and stopped me.
"Please… let me repay you."
Yuna looked up at me and whispered pleadingly.
Her whisper trembled.
Her downcast eyes were still unfocused, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
It was as if her personality switch had flipped again.
This was an explicit, decadent side that the Yuna of the past could never have imagined.
While I stood frozen, unsure what to do under her desperate plea and the strange pressure, she moved.
Swish—
Yuna yanked my pants and underwear down to my knees in one motion.
My half-erect member was exposed to the cool air.
"Ah…"
Yuna gazed at it with hazy eyes.
Then her face lit up like someone who had finally found a long-lost treasure.
It wasn't an innocent expression.
It was a mix of lust and suggestive joy.
She carefully wrapped her hand around my freed shaft and slowly parted her lips to take the tip into her mouth.
"Chuuup…"
"Nngh…!"
A suppressed moan escaped as the hot, wet membrane enveloped my sensitive skin.
With my member still in her mouth, Yuna rolled her eyes upward to look at me.
Behind that gaze, the face of Stella's Yusia—smiling brightly toward millions of fans on the TV screen—overlapped.
On the screen, the pure and innocent national idol was shyly sharing her views on romance, while in reality she was kneeling before me, diligently sucking my cock.
The sense of immorality from that contrast was beyond imagination.
A thrilling guilt ran down my spine, along with the excitement of touching something forbidden.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, blood rushed uncontrollably to my lower body.
Feeling my rapid swelling fill her mouth, Yuna curved her eyes seductively while still holding the shaft between her lips and smiled with her eyes.
That eye-smile seemed to say:
'The woman kneeling in front of you right now, sucking your cock… is Yusia of Stella, loved by the entire nation. The pure, beautiful, always bright and smiling idol Yusia. Men would line up just to hold her hand once. And you're the one receiving service from a woman like that.'
Her slightly unfocused eyes.
Her flushed cheeks.
And—
"Chuuup—"
Yuna kept her lips gently pursed, stubbornly refusing to let go of me.
Her appearance was bewitchingly suggestive, and I felt my reason gradually being eroded by her.