The Signature
"Hehe, your face is all red, oppa. You're just getting an autograph—why are you so embarrassed? Ah… now that I think about it, you're not ready to receive my signature yet, are you? Should I unwrap it for you?"
Haneul sat on the edge of the bed facing me, laughing bashfully behind her hand, and waited for my answer.
Deep in the throes of inner conflict, I squeezed my eyes shut and made my decision while silently reciting her fan club's name.
…I'm sorry, everyone of Sayeon.
"Y-yeah…"
At my answer, Haneul broke into a warm, agreeable smile and padded over like a cat, settling on her knees between my legs before slowly beginning to pull down my pants.
An idol undressing a man under the pretense of an "autograph"—each step of this absurd, common-sense-shattering process was so depraved that a shiver ran through me, and it rose to attention all on its own.
"Wow… so this is what a man's… looks like."
My exposed cock stood proudly upright without any shame, and Haneul stared at it open-mouthed, her face a picture of astonishment.
She claimed to be a virgin, so it made perfect sense that this would be her first time seeing a man's cock.
That guileless, pure attitude—that immaculate body—only stoked my desire, as a man, to defile her all the more.
Seriously… I'm about to take the idol I've always admired… I'm about to take the nation's little sister's first time…?
For real?
Just as I was getting drunk on this warped reality, my eyes met the monster's, who had been silently watching me from beside us.
She was my girlfriend, but as she'd said, she didn't care what I did with other women—as long as I didn't give them my cum.
So she didn't reproach me for any of this. Instead she simply observed my expression in silence, wearing the faint smile of someone savoring a fine meal.
Ah…
It suddenly hit me that I hadn't properly washed since last night's shower, and I hurriedly reached to pull my underwear back up—prompting a puzzled look from Haneul.
"What's wrong?"
"No, it's just… I don't exactly smell great down there…"
"Hm? It's fine, though? Actually, you smell wonderful. Did you put on cologne or something?"
"Co…logne?"
It wasn't as if I reeked, but even half a day without a wash was usually enough for that sour, unpleasant smell to creep in down there.
On top of that, I'd been dragged around shopping with Sung-ha until just a little while ago, so I was fairly sweaty.
And she was calling it cologne…
"So this is what a man smells like down there. I had no idea it was this lovely."
The moment Haneul's eyes went unfocused again, I understood—everything she was saying was built on senses that had been twisted.
She pressed her nose close to my cock and sniffed at it, breathing in its scent, then beamed with evident delight.
"Before we get started on your signature proper, I'm going to get you nice and big, oppa. This is my first time doing a signature in this form, so please forgive me if I'm a little awkward with it, Hyun-ok oppa."
"Of course… ngh!"
Before I could even answer, Haneul boldly parted her lips and took me into her mouth, gripping the base of my shaft with one hand as she began to carefully suck around the head.
"Haah!… Mwah… chup… haa… chuuruuurp… chup, chup… haa… Is this right, oppa? This is how they did it in the videos I've watched…? Sorry, I'm a bit clumsy at this, aren't I?"
She suckled demurely at my glans with her small, catlike lips, then glanced up at me through her lashes, checking my face with an apologetic voice.
I was already losing my mind at the sight of the idol I'd worshipped kneeling between my legs with my cock in her mouth—but the moment I saw that upturned face of hers, the first thing I felt was a heart-pounding surge of adoration.
Honestly, Haneul's efforts felt exactly as clumsy as a first attempt should.
Her teeth were bared a touch, and it even stung a little—but her earnest, endearing determination to do well despite her inexperience made me want to scoop her into my arms on the spot.
"No, it's good… but maybe try to cover your teeth a bit less… I mean, keep them away a little more…"
"Yes, sir! I'll do my best! Thank you for the feedback!"
Haneul answered with cheerful vigor and went back to diligently, if awkwardly, lapping at me from every angle—then, as if arriving at a sudden resolution, she began forcing what she'd been holding in her mouth deep into her throat, until it pressed against the back of it.
"Ggh, gghhk… khh… gghk!"
"Ugh! H-Haneul!?"
My whole body jerked at the sudden deepthroat, and when she started to gag in distress I rushed to stop her—but instead she gently laced her fingers through both of my hands, soothing me.
Looking down at that pristine face, eyes wet and lewd with my cock buried in her throat, inching itself slowly back and forth—my excitement only swelled higher.
"Haaah, ugh… ngh!?"
Gulp, gulp… kkhh…
With her face flushed scarlet, Haneul threw every ounce of herself into sucking me deep in her throat several times over, until—seemingly out of breath—she finally wrenched her mouth away with a struggle.
"Haa… koff! koff!… Haa… I'm okay, oppa. More importantly—how was it? Did it feel good?"
Wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, Haneul gave me a bright smile.
"Haa… it was good. But you were struggl—"
Mid-sentence, I caught myself. Truthfully… watching Haneul suffer like that stirred something sadistic in me, and I liked it.
Seeing this chaste woman—this idol who had once shone so brilliantly on stage—gagging and gasping around my cock made a desire to ruin her come boiling up from somewhere deep.
"Hehe… I'm fine! An autograph like this is nothing if it's for a fan! It's because of my fans that I, Lee Haneul, get to exist at all."
Listening to her plucky answer—still genuinely believing that what she was doing was an autograph—I made up my mind.
"…Okay, then. Why don't you lie down on the bed now? Time for the real signature you were talking about."
"Ah, yes… though, oppa… your eyes have gotten a little scary…"
Whether she'd sensed the shift in my heart or not, Haneul hunched her shoulders slightly and began casting wary glances my way.
"Just your imagination. Just your imagination."
Putting on a false expression, I did my best to reassure her, and she obediently lay down on the bed as I'd instructed. I looked down at her and called her name in a low voice.
"Haneul."
"Yes… oppa."
When my shadow fell across her face, Haneul peered up at me with a faintly anxious expression.
"If you keep your legs squeezed shut like that, how am I supposed to receive my signature?"
"Ah—s-sorry!"
Only at the edge of menace laced through my teasing did Haneul carefully part her clamped thighs to either side.
And there it was, just as I'd glimpsed before: a smooth, hairless slit crowned by two softly swelling mounds, without a single stray strand.
Whether it was because she'd only just left her teens behind, or whether she'd simply always been this pristine down there, I couldn't say—but the sense that I was coveting an unripe fruit sent another thrill of excitement through me.
"You know… s-suddenly I'm… feeling a little embarrassed. I've signed autographs thousands of times, but… maybe it's because this form is a first for me?"
The moment it came time for the main event, Haneul—unlike during her fumbling ministrations just before—flushed crimson and quietly averted her eyes from me.
Ah… seriously, she's so pure.
Which only made me want to defile her with myself, before anyone else could defile her first.
"By the way, Haneul—why don't you have any hair down there? Did you wax or something?"
"My… pussy hair…?"
At my question, Haneul's eyes went hazy for a moment, like a computer buffering, before she snapped back to attention and answered breezily.
"I've just never grown any! It's not like I removed it."
Even to my rude question, she only gave an unbothered hehe and laughed it off.
"Really? I see… Well then. Our Haneul is about to give me her real, proper signature—and before that, why don't you beg me for it? Ask me nicely to let you sign."
"Beg…? What do you…"
"Beg me, sincerely, to stuff my cock into your virgin pussy. I'm your fan, aren't I? You just said it yourself—it's because of fans that idols like you can even exist. So of course you should sign for me. And doesn't it follow, then, that I should beg you to please, please let me receive your signature?"
"…Oh! You're right. Of course. Hehe, sorry… I'm all flustered."
Still blushing, Haneul accepted my twisted logic without a shred of doubt.
"P-please put it in my pussy…! Please stick your cock inside me, Hyun-ok oppa! Please coat my insides with your cum, Hyun-ok oppa!"
For Haneul, for whom everything was a first, she stammered out phrases that sounded like they'd been drilled into her from somewhere, crying them out shyly before stretching both hands toward me, her face burning red.
Looking down at her—begging me so earnestly with those unfocused eyes, believing wholeheartedly in the common sense I had warped to my own design—I thought:
…This is perfect.
Every fiber of me wanted to pounce on Haneul right then and there, mount her like a beast, and bury myself in that hole of hers until she was gasping—but there was something I had to do first.
"Good girl. Even while you're this happy, you remembered the promise you made with me. That makes me so glad."
Just as I turned my eyes toward the condom sitting on the bedside table, a familiar voice and a familiar warmth wrapped around me from behind.
As the voice reached my ears, Sung-ha expertly rolled the condom down my length, then blew softly against my ear and whispered from inches away.
"What's inside that—you never give to another woman. Understood? Your seed is mine alone, oppa. My exclusive meal, my property, forever and ever. For your whole life."
Smooch.
Sung-ha pressed a lingering kiss to my neck, then gave my back a gentle push.
"Go on, then, oppa… devour the idol you've always adored, exactly the way you please. A doll that exists to move for you and you alone today—your very own sex-slave doll. I'll be sitting right here, enjoying the look on your face while you do."
Before I could say a word, Sung-ha settled onto a nearby chair and gazed lazily at nothing but my face, murmuring words I couldn't hear.
Be happier. Feel better. Soak yourself deeper in pleasure. Nothing delights me more than watching you like this—than watching that face of yours. And the way you look when you finally come apart at the end of it all… it's so cute, so lovable, that it drives me insane.
I couldn't hear a word the monster said. But one thing was certain beyond doubt: the eyes she fixed on me were brimming over with happiness and delight.