A Secret Only We Two Know
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch…
Yes, hehe… so good… so good! I love this autograph… If every autograph felt like this, I'd sign forever!
Recalling the woman-on-top position I'd seen in adult videos, I rocked my hips up and down — awkward at first, but I adapted fast, and soon I was moving at a quickening pace.
With every movement a fresh wave of pleasure rolled through me, and before I knew it my speed climbed all on its own. The swelling delight that came with it, and the flood of my juices that swallowed oppa's length over and over, filled the room with a steady rhythm of shameless, wet sounds.
"H-Ha-neul, slow down a little… ngh!?"
Just as I had been when he first entered me only moments ago, it was now oppa's turn to flounder, caught between bewilderment and pleasure, at a complete loss for what to do. Seeing that face sent another shiver through me, and I found myself wanting to keep tormenting him — to leave him buried deep inside me, gasping and helpless.
"Ahaha! What's the matter, oppa? You're making such a girly face."
"Too— ngh! F-fast, you're too fast!"
"That's what makes it good, though? You did the exact same thing to me earlier…"
"More than that, you're like a completely different person… ngh!? I'm— I'm gonna…"
Gonna…?
Oh — he means the semen coming out of his cock.
What a man releases when he feels better than he ever has is a liquid meant to plant a child in a woman — but sadly, that one thing at least, I couldn't take directly inside me. I couldn't have said exactly why, but I felt that where oppa was concerned, that much would be a tremendous breach of etiquette.
Fortunately he was wearing a condom, so even if he came just like this, there would be no problem at all. The thought that this wonderful autograph would be over once he finished left me brimming with reluctance — but that didn't mean I wanted to hold back a fan who was racing toward his peak.
"Please cum, oppa! Cum your semen into Haneul's pussy! Please climax inside me while you're feeling the best you've ever felt!!"
"Nnghh!? I'm— I'm cumming!"
Squelch!, squelch!, squelch!, squelch…!!
With his mouth hanging open — as if in agony, or as if driving himself toward the end — oppa worked his hips in time with the roll of mine. As our two rhythms locked together, something thudded deep against the mouth of my womb, and I too began hurtling toward my climax.
"I'm…! cumming!"
"Mmph!?"
Slosh…
I felt it in real time — something scalding pooling inside me, hot enough to scorch my lower belly. Indirect though it was, this was the first time in my life a man's seed — the seed meant for making a child — had entered me, and it came with a pleasure that felt almost addictive.
Climaxing together, the two of us clasped hands in a crushing grip to endure our burning bodies and the pleasure bursting out of us, savoring the last aftershocks of the peak. I was the first to barely come back to my senses, and I collapsed into oppa's arms as though my strength had given out, whispering a desire laced with languor and stickiness.
"Oppa, I like you… oppa, oppa… Hyun-ok oppa… my very own fan… my one and only… and I'll… I'll be your idol too, oppa… only yours… for the rest of my life."
I couldn't tell whether oppa — still joined with me, trembling inside me — had heard every word. But whispering that vow to him was more than enough for me.
Slurp, smack, smack… gulp, gulp…
As I gently stroked the hair of Ha-neul, sleeping soundly where she'd collapsed in my arms, I watched the monster busily sucking the semen out of the condom, and asked:
"Does it even taste good, eating it like that?"
In answer, the monster — which had been straining to suck out every last tiny fragment of semen left in the condom — flashed a wide, goofy grin and replied cheerfully.
"It's true it's not quite as good as taking it directly. But maybe because it just came out of your body, there's hardly any difference."
It was the sort of remark that said fresh-baked bread tastes best right out of the oven — the kind of thing that left the person who'd baked it feeling distinctly strange.
Smack, smack…
The moment it finished speaking, the monster went back to work on the condom, sucking on it with a dedication that could make an onlooker wince, desperately consuming everything inside. Then, realizing nothing more was coming out, it smacked its lips — turned its gaze on my groin, on the cock that hung drained and drooping toward the floor — and stared at it in silence.
"Ah — no! Absolutely not!"
The moment I grasped what it meant to do, I shouted in alarm, and the monster's eyes turned visibly sulky.
"Ahem… Anyway — what happens to Ha-neul now?"
Clearing my throat to steer the conversation elsewhere and shake off the mood, I asked, and the monster answered with a perfectly blank poker face, looking down at Ha-neul's sleeping face.
"If I leave her side, she'll forget everything that happened today on her own and slip back into her ordinary life."
Forget today…
Maybe because she was the idol I'd admired for so long, or maybe because of that little-sister image of hers — it had only been a few hours, but I'd grown attached to her. And perhaps because we'd slept together, my heart had grown fonder still.
The truth was, all of it might have been the monster's design from the start, and Ha-neul nothing more than a puppet on its strings. Perhaps every word she'd said to me, every gesture, had been nothing but falsehoods produced by a brain under someone else's control. After all, if her memory were wiped, her feelings for me would surely vanish along with everything else.
Thinking that, it struck me how futile and fragile a thing human emotion and memory really were.
"If you want her to keep them, I don't have to erase her memory."
The monster said it, reading my mind as easily as breathing.
"But… that feels somehow like… keeping her all to myself, doesn't it? Then again, saying that now is its own kind of hypocrisy. Heh heh. I'm embarrassed about the high-and-mighty things I said to you earlier."
"You don't need any guilt. If you insist on naming a perpetrator, then I'm the one who offered her to you. And while I'm the only witness to what you did, I won't despise you, I won't condemn you, and I won't tell a soul. It will become a secret known only to the two of us on this entire earth."
Having swiftly read my heart, the monster added all this while carefully searching my face.
"So, Hyun-ok… what do you want to do? If it's what you want, I'll do anything for you. Even if what you wished for was the end of this world."
"That's not something I'd ever wish for…"
I waved my hands at the dangerous remark, laughed bitterly, and sank into deep thought.
The monster believed I was the one providing its meals — but lately I'd come to feel it was the other way around, that the monster was the one feeding me. Every one of those luxuries the old me couldn't have dared to imagine, the monster provided, time after time, for no reason other than that I wanted them. At first it had made my skin crawl, but by now I could no longer deny that it felt good.
Humans, in the end, take on the color of whatever keeps them company. Seen in that light, I supposed something inside me, too, was slowly warping under the monster's influence. And at this point, I no longer wanted to deny it — or to refuse it. Which is to say: I didn't want to keep playing the hypocrite a moment longer.
"Then, I…"
Once my thoughts settled, my choice decided itself.
"Great work today, Ha-neul! You were the best out there, like always!"
We had just wrapped a solo concert in triumph, and while I was catching my breath in the dressing room, my manager unnie came in, thrusting a thumbs-up at me in praise. I gave her a pleasant smile in return, then said, a little apologetically:
"Unnie… I'm… I'm going to skip the after-party today. We're heading down to the provinces for more shows in a few days anyway, so I'll join that one."
"Hmm…? Well… the tour isn't completely over, so it's fine if you only come to the last after-party… but why?"
"Well…"
I hesitated a moment, then said it in as matter-of-fact a voice as I could manage.
"Today's the day I meet Hyun-ok oppa for my Sex Autograph."
"…What?"
At my answer, unnie's eyes slowly widened, uncomprehending and startled — and then, all at once, the focus drained out of them. For an instant something wriggled at her ear — a tentacle, undulating, then gone — and her expression snapped back as she broke into a beaming smile.
"…Oh, it's that day, isn't it! Right, right — that's important! Fan management! Ha-neul, you really are a professional down to the bone!"
"Hehe…"
At her loud praise, I gave a bashful little smile.
"Here — a present. I had a feeling this would come up, so I came prepared."
Unnie rummaged inside her jacket and handed me a thin, square packet, sealed like a bag of snacks. Only after taking it did I realize, belatedly, what it was — a condom, the thing you need for what comes after.
"It's an ultra-thin condom. I've used one with my boyfriend, and honestly? Amazing. He feels everything, and I can feel his cock almost like it's bare skin on skin. Oh — I brought your disguise kit too, ahead of time. Can't have a scandal breaking out, can we?"
Since I'd told her beforehand that I was seeing Hyun-ok oppa, unnie seemed to have prepared all sorts of things in advance.
"Thank you, unnie…"
Moved by the unexpected gift and all her thoughtfulness, I tucked the condom snugly into my breast pocket and thanked her from the bottom of my heart.
"Fighting, Ha-neul! Unnie's always cheering for you! I know you must be worn out after the stage, but let's push just a little more!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
I answered brightly — and felt a faint twinge of conscience. The truth was, there was something I hadn't told her. Namely, that the Sex Autographs for Hyun-ok oppa alone were never, not once, a burden — if anything, I was the one begging him every single time to let me do it. But if I said that, unnie would be sure to look at the two of us differently, so I had kept it to myself on purpose.
"I'll drop you off near where you're meeting him."
Unnie fished her car keys out of her pocket, jingled them, and opened the dressing room door — then abruptly stopped in her tracks. She tilted her head, then looked back at me, her brow knitted so deeply it seemed it might split.
"Hey… doesn't something feel off to you?"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"…Something… no, never mind… I guess it's just all the madness with your concerts lately."
"Unnie… are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Aigoo, what kind of manager worries her own idol… I've still got such a long way to go. Come on, let's hurry."
"Okay!"
I followed my manager unnie's retreating back with a light, happy step.
"You're disguised, but keep your eyes open at all times. Watch out for paparazzi types. Well, unnie's off now~ Have fun with your fan~"
"Will do! I'll go get my fill of Sex Autographs and come back!"
I called it out just low enough for unnie to hear through the car window, and snapped off a playful salute. Unnie, both fists raised in a fighting pose, tilted her head once more as if something still didn't add up — then smiled again, turned the car around, and drove off into the distance.
I watched her car until it vanished, feeling my excitement climb, slow and sweet.
An autograph… a sex one, ah… just imagining it and I'm already wet.
Barely holding back the grin that anticipation and arousal kept trying to pull across my face, I carefully checked my surroundings, slipped into the building, and opened the door of the room where we'd agreed to meet.
Creak.
"There you are, Ha-neul."
"Here, oppa!"
The moment I opened the door, Hyun-ok oppa — my fan of so many years — greeted me as though he'd been waiting, and delight welled up in me all on its own as I chirped my greeting back. As I did, I shrugged off my coat, revealing the high school uniform I'd worn until just days ago, back when I was still underage.
Then, as naturally as any greeting demanded, I took both ends of my skirt in my hands, lifted them high, and showed off the pristine white underwear beneath, right there for oppa to see.
"Hello! I'm Lee Ha-neul, singer! Thank you so much for coming to my autograph session again today!"
I delivered my signature greeting with all my usual professionalism, drew a heart beside my eye with one finger, and beamed. My eyes as I looked at oppa were oddly unfocused, hazy as they always were — but that subtle wrongness no longer stirred even a flicker of unease in me.
"Let's give today's Sex Autograph everything we've got, Hyun-ok oppa!"
The lower half of my bared underwear was already stained through — I'd been imagining the autograph I was about to share with oppa.