The Idol's Invitation
My patience shattered. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the distinct, audible gulp of my throat as I swallowed hard. I couldn't take it anymore. I really couldn't. I had tried to hold out, clinging to the mindset of "I must protect our idol!", but my restraint had finally hit its breaking point. I let my eyes feast on Su-a’s naked body.
Her pale skin shimmered, reflecting the fluorescent light of the bathroom. Her body, toned by Pilates, was firm and devoid of any excess fat. At the peaks of her breasts—which were surprisingly voluptuous for an idol—sat pale pink areolas and cherry-blossom-colored nipples. I slowly lowered my gaze. Her defined 11-line abs and vertical navel pointed like an arrow, guiding me to my next destination.
My eyes landed on Su-a’s cunt. It was smooth and hairless, the kind you’d only see in Western porn. Her skin was as fair as a baby’s, and her plump labia were pressed tightly together, even as she kept her legs spread.
"A-aren't you staring a bit too much?"
Su-a hugged her chest with her right arm and tucked her left hand between her thighs, covering her shameful parts. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson. Gone was the seductive girl who had been wiggling her hips just moments ago; in her place was a maiden, her eyes moist with shyness. It was an expression that stirred my sadistic urges. A different persona, one that had been sleeping deep within me for years, slowly began to wake.
"...How much longer are you going to keep staring?"
Su-a bit her lower lip gently. Her widened eyes were locked onto mine. She was such a lovely girl. Even without makeup, her face radiated beauty. I wanted to mess her up—this girl who I never thought would have anything to do with my life. Every time my crotch twitched, that desire surged in my gut like a tide.
A debate broke out in my head. Two personas clashed. The Otaku persona, clutching his lightstick, tried to suppress my actions, telling me not to do anything strange to our idol. He held onto my reason, screaming about how I would deal with the aftermath. Conversely, the other persona—the one rhythmically shaking his lightstick up and down in a way that mimicked a sexual act—stimulated my instincts, telling me that if I let this female go now, I was a failure as a male.
I approached Su-a.
"S-Su-a-kong-tteok?"
My voice trembled. Her eyes were fluttering, too. That fragile appearance only fueled my lust even more.
"Kyaa?!"
I scooped Su-a up like a princess. She was light. I wondered if a person could really be this weightless. I carried her toward the bedroom. The result of the debate: instinct had won by an overwhelming margin. Su-a didn't resist at all. Was she scared? She kept her shoulders hunched, chewing on her lower lip. For a split second, the corners of her mouth seemed to relax into a smile, but that must have been my imagination.
I tossed her onto the bed.
"O-Oppa... what are you thinking?"
Su-a pulled the blanket up to cover herself. I shoved the blanket onto the floor. Have courage. Don't think about the consequences. Just do it. It’s not my fault. This is mostly Su-a’s fault. If you’re going to seduce a lifelong virgin with such a lovely face and an attractive body, you have to take responsibility.
"...I'm going to ravish you."
Su-a’s body jolted as if she had the hiccups.
"A-are you out of your mind?"
I grabbed her wrists, crossing them, and pinned them above her head. My heart was pounding like a drum. I kept asking myself in my mind: Is this right? Are you really going to do this? Are you really going to ravish Su-a? Despite those thoughts, my body moved in perfect harmony with my instincts. The scary thing about a timid person is that once they turn proactive, they plow through everything like a bulldozer. That was me. It was like a person who never gets angry finally exploding.
"I'm an idol. Don't you know fans and idols aren't supposed to do things like this? If you're a fan, you should protect your idol."
She was right. A fan should, indeed, protect their idol.
"That’s between a fan and an idol."
"Haa-!"
I grabbed her right breast. The breast, which boasted a bouncy firmness even while lying down, crumpled in my grip.
"Right now, it's man to woman."
"You said you didn't look at me like that!"
"I was trying to."
I shook her breasts. Su-a bit her lip hard, as if it hurt.
"But you’re the one who made it like this, aren't you?"
"Ugh... w-when did I?"
"Don't play dumb. From the gym, where you shoved your butt at me while pretending to do squats, to just a moment ago, wiggling your hips while pretending to pull the bed sheet. And, you even showed me your cunt so confidently while lifting your windbreaker."
The flesh in my hand—I kneaded her breasts, which were too large to fit in one palm, as if I were working dough.
"You fucking bitch, you're so in heat you're begging to be fucked."
"...What?"
Su-a’s eyes went wide like a startled rabbit. She looked as if she couldn't believe she’d heard those words. I was surprised, too. I didn't know those words would spill out of my mouth. They had bypassed my brain and emerged instinctively.
"O-Oppa... what did you just say...?"
Her large eyes were trembling, on the verge of tears.
"...Sorry, forget what I just said."
My heart softened for a moment. "I didn't mean to curse at you." Once my courage faltered, it kept shrinking. Courage relies on momentum. When the fire is lit, you have to keep it burning. Once the brakes are applied like this, it’s hard to get going again. I let go of her breasts and stood up.
"You were right. I must have lost my mind for a second. I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm a failure as a fan. To think of what I was about to do to my bias."
"Oppa?"
"It's a shameless request, but please just think of what just happened as an accident."
My courage had cooled. The confidence that had soared so boldly had sublimated and vanished, replaced by anxiety about the aftermath. "I'll... I'll go get you some clothes to change into."
It was the moment I turned to leave the bedroom.
"Aaaaaah...! Seriously!"
Su-a let out an irritated sound behind me and ruffled her hair frantically. "Oppa, are you impotent?"
Su-a scrambled off the bed, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me back. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I looked up at her with wide, blank eyes.
"Are you just oblivious, or are you hopelessly timid?"
"What do you mean...?"
"Yes, that's right. I've been seducing you since the gym. I shoved my butt at you, wiggled it, and just now, I didn't fall in the bathroom—I pretended to fall."
"...Why?"
"Why do you think?! I was building up to get ravished by you, Oppa!"
Su-a’s face turned bright red. She seemed so excited that her tiny nostrils were flaring. Idols are trained not to flare their nostrils even after dancing on stage. The fact that she was doing it now showed just how aroused she was.
"You can't even eat the meal served on a silver platter; no wonder you haven't been able to date for 27 years."
Su-a suddenly hit a sore spot. "Why would I have seduced you?"
"...To enjoy my reaction?"
"No. I was offering it to you so you could eat it deliciously."
I was dumbfounded. So... Su-a did all those things because she wanted to be ravished by me?
"...Why?"
Su-a let out a long breath. "Are you asking because you really don't know?"
"Y-yeah."
"What am I supposed to do with this man? How can you not know when I've been so proactive? Do you think I show my butt to just any guy? It's because it's you, Oppa. Only because it's you."
Because it's me?
"Ah..."
I had been overthinking it. If I thought about it simply, the answer was this easy. All of Su-a’s actions now made sense. I had thought she was a pervert enjoying my reaction, but in reality, she had been trying to get my attention. At the same time, I realized the reason for the stalking. She said she was curious about me, but why would she be? Lee Su-a likes me. Not as an idol loving a fan. It was the liking of a woman for a man. It was a very simple problem.
"...How much longer are you going to make me feel ashamed?"
Su-a, who had been panting and pouring out words, had a face that was red enough to burst. "If you understand, then hurry up and take me, Han Yujun."
But you're an idol!
—*Slap!*
I slapped my own cheek. Is now the time to worry about that? If Su-a has risked her shame to confess, I should respond sincerely. Not as a fan. But as a man.
I grabbed the waist of Su-a, who was straddling me, and laid her down beside me. At the same time, I rose up and climbed on top of her. The mattress shook, and Su-a’s breasts heaved. I gulped. I took a deep breath and let out the words stuck in my throat.
"I'll eat you deliciously."
Su-a, her face bright red, curved her eyes into half-moons and gave me a beautiful smile. It was a smile I hadn't seen once in four years.