The First Night in His Sanctuary
My own apartment... how on earth did things end up like this? I glanced back while waiting for the elevator. Su-a was staring at her smartphone, mindlessly scrolling through her social media feed. My ultimate bias, here in my bachelor pad? This surreal situation was, shockingly, 100% reality. We were currently on the first floor of the studio apartment building where I lived, and we were heading up to my unit on the tenth floor.
"Oppa's place."
When I first heard her say that, I’d flatly refused. How could a divine idol set foot in a place that reeked of a lonely man's sweat? It was impossible. Absolutely not. And yet... looking at the result, here we were. I’d been firm about my place being off-limits, but Su-a had persuaded me by listing every reason under the sun: it was close to the gym, she could shower, we could order delicious food, she could stretch out her legs and rest comfortably, and if she got bored, we could watch movies or dramas on OTT services. But the biggest reason of all was that she wouldn't have to worry about other people's eyes.
She was right. Even when she pulled her cap low and covered her face with a mask to hide her identity, an aura that drew people's attention radiated from her. Even if people didn't know she was Su-a, it was obvious that she would attract stares wherever she went. Thinking about that, it was more comfortable for her to be at my place. Still, bringing Su-a to my cramped, shabby studio...? To be honest, I wasn't thrilled. But my personal desires outweighed my reluctance. The desire to spend more time with the idol I loved as a fan. The desire to spend more time with a pretty girl as a man. With those two things combined, I was easily persuaded.
-Ding.
The elevator arrived. "Oh, right. Do you want to go up first?"
"Why?"
"I'm going to go smoke a cigarette."
I was nervous. From this point on, I was going home alone with Su-a. It wasn't like I had any ulterior, lecherous motives. Of course, there was no way Su-a had any such intentions either. Still, I was shaking. A man and a woman alone in a studio apartment. Even if I didn't want to think about this or that, I couldn't help it.
"You don't even smoke, so what are you talking about?"
Grab.
Su-a caught my wrist and pulled me straight into the elevator. "Uh... uh-huh?"
As soon as we stepped inside, the doors closed. Su-a pressed the button for the 10th floor. "Did I tell you which floor I lived on...?"
"Ah... yes!" Su-a pulled down her mask and flashed a beautiful smile. "You told me on the way here. That you live on the 10th floor. Yup, yup!"
Su-a nodded her head vigorously. I’d been so nervous on the walk from the gym to the apartment that I’d been rambling, but I didn't remember ever mentioning which floor I lived on. I looked at Su-a with slightly suspicious eyes.
"...Su-a?"
"Why? What?"
"No, it's nothing."
Judging by her reaction, I definitely hadn't told her. Just how far... had she investigated? Come to think of it, Su-a also knew that my apartment was close to the gym. It was something you could figure out if you thought about it for a second, since people usually go to gyms near their homes. It was plausible. But I suspected she’d even researched that. I’d thought Su-a knew me better than I imagined, but it seemed she knew me even better than that. She didn't know my door passcode, did she? That would be truly terrifying.
-Ding.
We arrived at the 10th floor. My place was unit 1008, at the end of the right-hand hallway. Thump-thump. My heart raced in sync with the sound of our footsteps echoing through the corridor. It was the first time in my life I’d brought a woman into my home. A mixture of complex emotions made my whole body tremble.
***
Finally...! I'm entering Yujun Oppa's home! Thump-thump, thump-thump. My heart was pounding like it was going to burst out of my chest. It had been a long time since it beat this fast. I was as nervous as I’d been during my first audition, dancing and singing in front of seven judges. I stared at Oppa's back. It was a back I wanted to hug tightly.
...Should I have bought condoms?
My head was filled with thoughts of having sex. What else would a man and a woman do alone in a studio apartment? Sex, obviously. Eat, drink coffee, chat, then suddenly lock eyes, kiss, mix tongues, mix bodies... bite, suck, and thrust away. Should I go buy some now? Contraception is important. In my heart, I wanted to receive his semen deep into my womb. I’d welcome it. I thought it would be delightful if my egg were "gang-raped" by the sperm of the man I loved. But it was still too early. If it were Oppa's child, I’d give birth to as many as he wanted to give me. But I wasn't ready yet. I’d retire from being an idol when I was financially secure enough to live without the job, and then I’d have pregnancy-sex. A sincere, procreative act where I’d suck his cock dry with my pussy! Just imagining it made me feel my womb yearning for him. Just wait a few years. Once I retire, I’ll make sure his semen never runs dry.
"C-come in."
While I was agonizing over whether to go buy condoms, the front door opened. Forget the condoms. I should enjoy my commemorative virginity-graduation raw. If he ejaculates, I’ll just tell him to do it on my belly. His face is fine, too.
"Excuse me."
Once inside, the interior of the 13-pyeong two-room studio was revealed. The first thing I saw was the multi-purpose table taking up the narrow living room. Seeing a laptop on it, it seemed like he ate there and prepared his tutoring lessons. Next to the window was an electronic piano. I’d seen it on YouTube. It was the piano Oppa used when he uploaded his K-POP piano cover videos. The room to the right of the living room was the bedroom. A queen-sized bed fit perfectly inside. A good size. A single would have been fine, but since it was a queen, I could stick my butt out at Oppa in all sorts of aggressive positions. The room on the left of the living room had its door closed, but it looked like where he kept his clothes. Overall, it was a tidy place. Even with the rumpled bedding, the empty beer cans lined up on the table, and the leftover delivery food containers, it was clean. Compared to my own messy room...
"First, go take a shower."
Yujun Oppa said this while opening the bathroom door next to the entrance. It was such a lewd line. Shower first...? Oppa must be full of thoughts about eating me, too! ...As if. He definitely didn't mean it in that way. He just meant I should wash up since I’d been sweating at the gym. I knew very well that Oppa only saw me as an idol. That’s why I’d pushed myself to wear this outfit today. Black panties under white leggings. A bra top with a bolero sweatshirt. Even while working out, I’d blatantly stuck my butt out to seduce him. I’d even tried to rub my butt against his crotch, but he’d pulled back every time, so I couldn't. Still, the seduction had been effective. He’d tried to hide it, but I could see his pants tenting. It was so cute how he’d put his hands in his pockets and pretended he wasn't erect, I’d barely managed to stop myself from teasing him by saying, "Oppa, are you hard?"
It’s hilarious. He says he doesn't see me as a woman, but he’s clearly seeing me as a woman through and through. Still, Yujun Oppa holds out stubbornly. If I were in his shoes, I would have grabbed his wrist, dragged him to the changing room, and destroyed his waist. I need one powerful, decisive move. A secret weapon to turn this man, who stands firm like a virtuous scholar, into a beast in one go.
"Oppa, you wash first."
"No, I can wash later."
"I didn't sweat that much. It dried on the way here. It's not that uncomfortable, so you go first."
"Still..."
"Or do you want to wash with me? You pervert."
"Ah, no! It's not like that!"
I want to, though. But I didn't show it. If I showed it, he’d think I was a pervert. I won't deny I'm a pervert. I rub my clitoris and fondle my pussy whenever I'm bored, thinking of lewd things; it would be a lie to say I'm not a pervert. "Then go wash first. I'll just rest."
"...Alright."
Oppa, having gathered his change of clothes, walked into the bathroom as tamely as a puppy with its tail between its legs. I heard the click of the door locking.
"Good..."
I decided to explore Oppa's house while thinking of ways to seduce him. This wasn't a common opportunity. Let's gather all the information I couldn't get otherwise. I went into the bedroom first.
"Hehehe."
I let out a loose laugh and dove onto the bed. "Snnnfff... Haaa..."
I buried my nose in the duvet and took a deep breath. Amidst the refreshing scent of the fabric softener, I could feel Oppa's deep-seated scent. I wrapped the duvet around my body like a sushi roll and sniffed away. It felt like I was being held by Oppa. I want to masturbate. If I masturbated in this state, I felt like I could definitely reach a pleasant climax. But I couldn't waste this precious time on masturbation. I plucked a single hair from the pillow that belonged to Oppa and tucked it into my wallet. Then, I searched the bed thoroughly.
"...Found it!"
A short, curly hair. It could be leg hair, but Oppa didn't have much hair on his legs. So, it was highly likely to be his pubic hair. I tucked this into my wallet, too. Next, I checked the trash can in the corner of the bedroom.
"Tch... it's empty."
I’d hoped there would be a tissue he’d used to wipe off his semen after jerking off, but unfortunately, the trash can was cleanly emptied. Well, whatever. As for semen, I can just enjoy it fresh and warm when he ejaculates. Feeling a bit disappointed, I went out to the living room. Due to the nature of the studio, the kitchen was attached to the living room. And under the sink was a washing machine. Next to the washing machine was a laundry basket, and inside were a few clothes and towels.
"That is...?"
I reached into the laundry basket. What I pulled out were Oppa's navy blue boxers. Gulp. Swallowing my saliva, I carefully brought the boxers to my nose.
"Wow..."
It would have been better if they were the underwear he’d been wearing while working out, but even these boxers exuded a thick, masculine scent. A sour, sweaty smell and a fishy aroma. Is this what semen smells like? They say it's similar to chestnut blossoms, and it really was similar. The only difference? Chestnut blossom scents are unpleasant, but this felt good. "Ah... I can't take it anymore."
I headed back to the bedroom. Let's do it quickly just once before Oppa comes out of the shower. I held Oppa's boxers to my nose and rubbed my crotch with my other hand.