The Recording
I collapsed onto my bed. "Huuuuh..." I was exhausted. Drained. I hadn't slept for nearly forty-four hours, from yesterday through today. I’d managed a few catnaps in the waiting room, but those five- or ten-minute bursts only made me feel more sluggish. After gorging myself on meat and taking a hot shower, my body felt like jelly. If I closed my eyes, I could probably sleep for at least twenty-four hours straight.
But before that...
I turned on my phone. It was 2:00 AM. Given Han Yujun’s routine, he would be fast asleep by now. He usually hit the sack before 1:00 AM and woke up at 7:00 AM. I wanted to video call him right this second, to gaze at each other and share an intimate moment, but I decided to let it slide for tonight since he had an early morning ahead of him.
Still, there was a way to savor Yujun-oppa.
"Oh, right."
There was something I had to do before I could enjoy my private time. I hopped out of bed and opened my bedroom door. The living room was dark. LaStella’s dorm consisted of two apartments in the same building, facing each other on the same floor. Hana-unni and Mio-unni lived on the left, while I, Iroha, and Yeryeong lived on the right. Every member had her own room to ensure maximum privacy.
Like a petty thief, I crept into the living room and poked my head around, checking the doors. Both of them must have jumped straight into bed the moment they got back; there wasn't a sliver of light leaking from under their doors. Satisfied that they were asleep, I retreated to my room.
-Click.
I locked the door and dove under the covers. I put my earphones in. A soft ding signaled the connection. I opened my phone and went to my messages. The moment I had been waiting for. I opened the recording file Yujun-oppa had sent me.
It was a three-second clip. As I pressed play, the sound of his breathing tickled my ears, and a moment later, his low, deep voice resonated.
"...Su, Su-a."
Kyaaaa! I screamed internally like a teenage fangirl. I pounded my palms against the mattress. How is his voice so good? The way he called my name, sounding just a little shy, made my heart race and flutter. Hehehe. I giggled, hitting the repeat button.
His voice flowed into my ears through the earphones, an endless loop. I’d never done drugs, but if this was what it felt like, I understood the appeal. My heart hammered against my ribs, faster and faster, and my body began to relax as if I were floating on water. A heat bloomed within me. My lower abdomen felt heavy and tight. My body was signaling that it was time to masturbate.
I untied the drawstring of my pajamas and pulled them down. I lifted my hips to slide the fabric past my knees, kicking them off with my feet. I curled onto my side, pulling my body into a ball. I slid my hand between my thighs, stroking my crotch. As I rubbed my plump folds through the polyester of my panties, the inside of my pussy began to itch.
"Haaah... ngh..."
Masturbating while being "caressed" by Yujun-oppa’s voice. The flame of my desire crackled to life, and a burning heat filled my womb. My womb began to sweat, the moisture leaking out and soaking my panties until they were damp. It felt like I’d been caught in a downpour; my underwear was drenched in an instant. I was usually quite wet, but today, I was overflowing.
"Whoa..."
It was literally streaming out. My palm was slick with my own juices. Even a bitch in heat couldn't soak herself like this. While my right hand continued to rub my pussy, I used my left hand to undo the buttons of my pajama top. I undid three, pushed the fabric aside, and freed my breasts. I pulled up my bra, and my breasts, which had been supported by the cups, spilled out, heaving as they were released.
I kneaded my breasts and flicked my nipples with my fingers.
"Hah...!"
Just the slightest touch sent an electric current surging through my chest. As I rubbed my pussy and rolled my nipples, they twitched and hardened into firm peaks.
...I want to fuck. I want Yujun-oppa to ram his cock into my pussy over and over again. If he just gave the order, I’d gladly stick my ass out, spread my cheeks, and let my pussy gape for him. If I weren't an idol, I would have spent every day cleaning his cock with my pussy. A life as a cum-rag.
Is it okay for an idol to have such base thoughts? But what could I do? My heart had already reached the point of blind, obsessive love. Should I retire and get a job as his personal sex toy? No... that wouldn't work yet. I needed to save money for the future, and Yujun-oppa liked me because I was an idol, not just because I was a woman. I needed to build up some carnal attraction. ...Though, I didn't think it would take long.
Yujun-oppa seemed like the type to fall for temptation easily. He’d acted so confident, saying we wouldn't date, but when I’d pressed my chest against him and teased him, he’d stuttered and wavered. It was so cute.
"Haaah...!"
I twisted my clitoris while simultaneously pinching my nipples, and a moan erupted from my throat as my hips bucked. I reached a light climax.
"Huuuh..."
As I inhaled, my head felt light and hazy, accompanied by a dull throb. This sense of total release was why I couldn't stop masturbating. I never imagined I’d become a sex addict in just half a year. I’d stumbled upon some porn on social media, started looking for more, and here I was. Before, I’d wanted a pure, innocent romance like in a shoujo manga, but now, I wanted a passionate, sticky relationship like something out of an R-18 doujinshi. And today, I’d taken the glorious first step.
Who knew that getting caught stalking him would actually help? I’d expected him to look at me with nothing but disgust, calling me creepy. But instead, he’d worried about me. He’d asked what I would do if someone else saw me doing things like that. How could he worry about me instead of himself in that situation? That was why I’d started to love him. I could feel that he truly cared for me. That wasn't an easy thing to do, even if it looked simple. If I were in his shoes, I would have dragged a stalker to the police station without a second thought. Ah! Of course, if Yujun-oppa were the one stalking me, I would have pretended not to notice and shown him whatever he wanted to see.
"...Should I go one more time?"
I steadied my breathing and started again. If I played my cards right, I could do all sorts of things with Yujun-oppa, right? I was going to devour him. Or better yet, let him devour me first. If I were skilled at being a vixen, I would have wagged my tail and lured his cock into my pussy. But even though I was one of the top idols in Korea, I didn't have that kind of talent. I’d never even dated before...
I’d been hit on by seniors during my trainee days, and by broadcast staff and other agency artists since my debut, but I’d built an impenetrable wall against all of them. My man was Han Yujun. He was the only one who could take my virginity. He was the only one who could own my pussy.
"Hnnngh...!"
I bucked my hips in pleasure and made a vow. *I’ll make it so you can’t help but fuck me.* If it meant I could strip away his restraint, I’d gladly wiggle my ass like a cheap slut in a doujinshi. I’d even dance the choreography for our new single in the nude. How could I corrupt such a diligent man?
Would he freak out if I went on the offensive and said, "Hey, stick your cock in my pussy"? How about spreading my legs and saying, "I'm your own little slutty idol"? ...Ugh, ughhh! That’s too trashy, too trashy! I must have been reading too many doujinshis with trashy heroines lately, and now my brain was wired that way. But... it was so hot.
The gap between a cute, lovely girl who turns into a human-less, trashy sow only in front of her master—that gap was truly arousing. And I was the one who could pull off that gap the best. A sparkling idol on stage. A trashy, filthy sow in bed.
"Hauuu..."
Just imagining it made me leak. "Aaaah...!" I hit my second climax. My hips jerked. The juices that had been soaking my crotch splattered everywhere. My panties were beyond saving, and a large, wet map had bled through onto the bedsheets, looking like I’d pissed myself.
"Haaah... ha... ha..."
Even while I was heaving, still caught in the afterglow, Yujun-oppa’s low voice continued to caress my ears.
"Hnnngh...!"
That alone was enough to send me into another light climax. I was going crazy. If just hearing his voice did this to me, what would happen when we actually had sex? I wiped the fluids off my hand onto my thighs. *Just wait a little longer. Before our next promotional cycle starts, I’ll make sure your cock can’t be satisfied by anything but my pussy, oppa.*
I masturbated, engraving that hot, filthy desire into my heart.