The Temptation of the Idol
The scent of a male, seeping into my olfactory senses. I sniffed at it, so obsessively that I thought it was pathetic even by my own standards. What would he think if he saw me now? He’d be horrified. He’d despise me. A woman masturbating while pressing a man’s underwear to her nose. My idol career would be over in an instant. If a paparazzo snapped a photo and this image spread across the internet, not only would my career as an idol end, but my life as a woman would be ruined, too.
“Haa… I’m really hopeless, aren’t I?” I let out a delicate, shuddering breath, fueled by the illicit thrill that made my heart race. I don’t know how I ended up like this. I was supposed to be a girl who dreamed of a fresh, sweet romance. Just by looking up a few erotic things online, I’d turned into a vulgar pervert. It’s not like it interferes with my daily life. But once the switch is flipped, I’m pulled by desires so strong I can barely control them. Mostly, sexual ones. I can’t help it. My body, having tasted the sweetness of pleasure, has become addicted.
I lifted my hips, arching my back like a bridge. I pulled the elastic waistband of the leggings that were constricting my waist down to just below my buttocks. A damp heat radiated from my crotch. I pulled my panties down, too. As they rolled down like a rope, a single strand of arousal fluid stretched between my slit and the black fabric. A sour, feminine scent wafted up. My pussy, which had been moist since the gym, was slick. I rubbed between my labia with two fingers, letting the fluid I’d been holding inside flow out to add lubrication. It became slippery in an instant, as if I’d coated it in oil.
*Squish, squelch.*
I’m going crazy. It feels so good. The mental pleasure was even greater than the physical one. I’m masturbating on Yujun-oppa’s bed. How truly illicit is this? “Haa…! Nghhh…!” I rubbed my clitoris as if trying to peel back the skin. My clitoris, swollen and engorged with fluid, felt even larger than usual against my fingertips. …Should I insert a finger? I tapped at my pussy hole, contemplating it. “Haa… ngh…” Even just tapping the entrance felt ticklish and good.
That was the moment.
*Click.*
I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. “Eek…!” I, who had been staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression while fondling myself, was startled and scrambled to pull up my leggings. I had nowhere to hide the underwear I’d been using for my fantasy, so I shoved it into the pocket of my windbreaker in a panic.
“Hm? What were you doing?” Yujun-oppa walked into the bedroom, shaking his hair with a towel. He was wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants. He hadn’t dried off completely, so the shirt clung to his body, revealing the subtle outline of his skin underneath. Aughhh…! Isn’t he too sexy? It’s a sight I want to capture with a camera and preserve forever.
“Haa… I was just resting a little.” I yawned and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, acting as if I’d just been dozing off. “You waited a long time. I washed up as fast as I could.” It’s a problem that you washed too fast! The feeling of being interrupted while masturbating was more uncomfortable than not being able to wash after sweating buckets. The heat of pleasure was swirling around my crotch. I needed to cool it down by reaching a climax, but since I couldn’t, it felt like sticky jelly was smeared all over my pussy.
“Go in and wash up.” Yujun-oppa, who had taken a warm shower and was wearing a refreshed smile, pointed with both thumbs toward the bathroom, where steam was still wafting out. “Okay.” Wrapped in my blanket, I carefully got out of bed. “Ah…” “Hm? What’s wrong?” “No, it’s nothing.”
What do I do! What do I do! What do I do! There was a dark gray stain on the bed sheet, looking like I’d wet myself. I’m insane, I’m totally insane. Lee Su-a, you stupid girl! Even if you were distracted by masturbating, you should have thought about the cleanup! While rubbing myself, the fluid had splattered everywhere, and what had dripped from my pussy had soaked through my perineum into the sheets. The stain was so vivid that there was no other excuse than having wet the bed.
“Oppa, could you get me a glass of water?” “Sure.” Yujun-oppa nodded willingly. This was the only method that came to mind. Cover a stain with a stain. It’s the same as covering a lie with a lie. “Here.” “Thank you.” A mug full of water. Good. This amount is enough. I brought the mug to my lips. Watching him carefully, I took a mouthful of water. And the moment he looked away— “Eek!” I screamed and dropped the mug. The mug, which had fallen onto my thighs, vomited out cold water. And that spill flowed down between my thighs and soaked into the bed sheet. Success.
“Whoa! Here, tissues! Tissues!” Yujun-oppa pulled several sheets of tissue from the headboard and handed them to me. “Ah… I’m sorry.” I used the tissues to dab at the water droplets on my thighs and my windbreaker. “I’ll clean this up, so go wash.” “No! I’ll clean it!” “Forget it. I can’t let our idol get her hands wet.”
Kyaaaa! I should have had a recorder on! That line just now was a total proposal. Even if it’s an old-fashioned, eighties-style proposal, I’ve seen it in dramas a few times where a man hands a woman a ring and says, “I won’t let you get your hands wet!” To think he’d say something like that unconsciously. Is Yujun-oppa actually a wolf in disguise? I felt an even greater need to make him mine quickly. Before another female realizes his potential—no, his assets—and starts drooling, I’m going to make him my own. I’ll snap a leash on him. So he can never run away for the rest of his life. I’ll sign him to a lifetime contract to look only at me. Today is the first step toward that. I absolutely cannot miss this opportunity. Once the vacation ends, how often will we be able to meet alone like this? If I’m going to do the deed, it’s today! I’m aiming for at least having sexual intercourse.
“I’m really sorry.” I apologized and got out of bed. Ugh. It’s damp. My leggings were soaked through. They were already tight-fitting clothes, but now that they were wet, they clung even more. Especially around my thighs and buttocks. …Could I use this, too? To wake the wolf sleeping inside him, I need to stimulate him little by little in advance. I tried hard to appeal to him at the gym, but it seems it wasn’t enough. If it had been enough, he would have done it in the gym locker room.
“Then, at least let me pull off the sheets.” “No. I’ll do that, too.” “I feel bad, so please let me do this much.” I bent my upper body. I stuck my butt out, pretending to pull off the bed sheet. I don’t know what the back looks like right now. Since it’s wet, my skin and panties must be completely visible. Unless he’s an incredibly dense man, he’ll know I’m seducing him. I’m sticking my butt out and wiggling it this explicitly, and he doesn’t know? That’s just not possible.
I bent my waist deeper and lifted my hips. Aughhh. My cheeks are burning. I’m seducing him aggressively, but of course, this is my first time doing this to a man. I’m gathering quite a lot of courage here. So! Hurry up and take off my leggings and stick your cock into my pussy that’s dripping with fluid, oppa! Hurry! Hurryyyy!
I wiggled my hips. “I, I’ll be back…!” Yujun-oppa left the bedroom as if running away. Aughhhhh…! That idiot! Such a coward! He’s more active than anyone when it comes to being a fan, but he gets timid in a situation where he could just lay me down and have his way? You otaku, I’m trying to give you fan service with my pussy!
Does he need stronger stimulation? If it’s something stronger than this… “Oppa, here.” I handed him the bed sheet while he was gulping down water outside. “Oppa, please lend me some clothes to change into.” “C-clothes to change into?” “My leggings are in this state right now.” I lifted the windbreaker that reached down to my thighs.
“*Cough!!* *Gack…!* *Ugh…!*” Yujun-oppa, who had been drinking water, spat it out onto the floor and started coughing. My leggings, pulled up as high as possible. The vivid camel-toe. The leggings were chewed into the space between my two plump pussy cheeks, and the bulging outline of my pussy was fully exposed. Yujun-oppa rubbed his face dry. “Okay. I’ll lend you some.” “Thank you.” I smiled innocently, hehe. I’m confident in my smile. A smile is a basic skill that every idol is equipped with. I practice in front of the mirror so I can put on a pretty smile anytime, in any situation. I went into the bathroom.
“…He’s persistent.” I threw off my clothes. I braved the embarrassment and flaunted my pussy. Isn’t it common sense that he should have pounced right then and there? In the manga I read, everything developed that way. If a woman makes even a little bit of a sexual appeal, the man notices it and tries to have sex aggressively. Is oppa weird, or is reality just different…?
This is really the last method. If he holds back this time, I’m going to call him “Unnie” instead of Yujun-oppa from now on.
“Huuuuuh….” I let out the breath I’d been holding. …I’m going crazy. I think I know what Su-a’s actions mean. How could I not know when she’s wiggling her butt so aggressively? I’d felt something was off since the gym, but I was certain when she lifted her windbreaker at the end to show the vivid pussy-print on her crotch. Su-a is a pervert.
My favorite idol was a little devil of a girl who enjoyed the reaction of being unable to handle the sexual charm she was flaunting. She must be giggling to herself while teasing me. She must be enjoying this situation. …What does she think will happen if I lose my mind? She’s fearless.
I’m holding back, but even I have my limits. I might just lose it, rip off her tight leggings, grab those wickedly wiggling hips, and ravage her. I’m a man, too. If I keep getting stimulated, I could end up mounting her like a dog in heat and thrusting my hips. Still… Let’s hold back! I have to hold back! Even if she has such lewd tastes, the fact that she’s my favorite idol doesn’t change. Yeah, this must be a form of stress relief. If stress isn’t relieved in time, it can sometimes mutate into a paraphilia. Su-a’s behavior must be one of those cases. How much stress must have piled up while working as an idol? Today, let’s just focus on making sure Su-a can rest comfortably.
It was when I was making that vow in my heart.
“Kyaaaaaaa!!” Along with Su-a’s sharp scream, there was a loud, clattering noise from the bathroom. “Su-a!” Surprised, I ran to the front of the bathroom. I pounded on the door. “Su-a! Su-a! Are you okay?” I heard a moan of “Ow, ow” from beyond the door. It looked like she’d slipped and fallen inside. I grabbed the doorknob. It was an emergency, so I opened the door.
“Su-a!” A cloud of thick steam washed over me. Su-a was sitting on the floor, as if she’d landed on her butt. “Oppa.” Thankfully, she hadn’t hit her head. I let out a sigh of relief. “Did you fall? Are you hurt anyw…………?”
My words were cut off in an instant. As the steam cleared, Su-a’s naked body appeared vividly. Among it all, the first thing that entered my eyes was Su-a’s pussy. Unlike her plump, well-developed outer labia, her inner labia were barely developed, creating a straight line as if it were pressed tightly shut. In common parlance, a tight-shut pussy. Her pussy, smooth without a single hair, was showing off an incredible presence between her wide-open legs.
“Wow….” It was such a beautiful pussy that an exclamation popped out on its own. Our Su-a isn’t just pretty in the face; her pussy is pretty, too? I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking such a vulgar joke in my head.
“…”
“…”
When I looked up from staring at her pussy to meet her eyes, we locked gazes. Su-a’s face was flushed red. A hot desire could be felt in her upturned eyes. We gauged each other’s reactions in the awkward air. This is… I can’t hold back anymore, can I?