The Successful Otaku
“Are you actually out of your mind?!” Su-a shouted, her voice trembling with rage. I remained seated on the floor in a formal kneeling position, staring fixedly at the ground. “No… I’ll concede a hundred times over that it was fine when you forced yourself inside me after I said I was hurting.”
When Su-a had shed tears and begged me to be gentle, I had been blinded by my own pleasure, ignoring her entirely and thrusting away like a madman. To think that my vow as a fan—“Protect our idol!”—had crumbled in the span of a single penetration… I was a failure as a fan. No… “You didn’t just finish inside me, did you?!” …I was a failure as a man, too.
With one wrong choice, I had ejaculated inside her. I had rubbed my glans against her cervix and poured it all in. Even though she’d wiped it away with tissue, her pussy—still slightly agape from the piston-like rhythm of my cock—was likely still leaking my seed. My cock had lost its mind, and I had lost mine, having never experienced a woman’s body before.
“Su-a, I am so sorry.” I bowed my head deeply. All I could do was offer a groveling apology.
“Does saying sorry stop me from getting pregnant?”
“That… I suppose not.”
“What are you going to do? What if I end up with a baby?”
Raising a child itself wasn't the issue. I wasn't wealthy, but I could manage to raise one child somehow. I had a home, and I’d been putting money into a savings account. But the real issue was Su-a’s life. What would happen if she got pregnant? The life of idol Lee Su-a would be over. There would be chaos across the entire country. No, considering she had a fandom spread across the globe, it might even be a worldwide catastrophe. And that wasn't all. The internet would be flooded with vile words attacking her character. Whore. Slut. Loose-pussy bitch. Words even worse than those would surely pierce her heart. And, naturally, she would be kicked out of her agency. I didn't know the specifics of her contract, but if there was a clause regarding pregnancy during active duty, she might have to pay a massive sum in damages. LaStella, the hottest girl group, would disband, too. In short, it wasn't just Su-a who would suffer.
Cold sweat trickled down my back. “I… I’m so sorry.” My mind felt as blank as if it had been coated in white discharge.
“You’re going to take responsibility, Oppa.”
I nodded. “Yes… I will take responsibility.”
Su-a let out a sigh. “So.” She wiggled her toes and tapped my knee. “What should we name our baby?”
“……Huh?”
“I’m so excited to see if it’s a girl or a boy.” Su-a gently stroked her lower abdomen. She wore an expression overflowing with maternal instinct, just like a pregnant woman.
“W-wait a second… you need to take the morning-after pill, right?”
There was such a thing as emergency contraception. Taking it would prevent a fertilized egg from implanting in the uterus. Of course, it wasn't 100% effective, but it had a high success rate. It wasn't healthy for the woman taking it, but… “Why would I take a pill?”
“Well… you have to take it if you don’t want to get pregnant.”
“You said you’d take responsibility, Oppa.”
“I will take responsibility, but…”
“Then you have to take responsibility for our baby, too. My lower belly feels heavy, like the baby is already growing inside.”
The heaviness in her lower belly was likely just my semen sloshing around in her womb. “Su-a…? Why don’t you think about this one more time?”
“You like it too, don’t you?”
“No… that’s…”
“Don’t tell me you don’t like that you got me pregnant?”
“No, I like it!” What kind of nonsense was I saying? But it would be just as strange to answer, “I don’t like it!”
“But this isn’t just our problem. You have to think about the agency. What about LaStella? You have to keep doing your activities with LaStella, don’t you?”
“I’ll just retire, then.”
“It’s not something you can think about so easily…!”
“Whoa… did you just yell at me?” Su-a’s eyes welled up with tears as she stroked her belly. “What if our baby gets scared and falls out…”
Was she serious? Did she really intend to have the baby? As I blinked like a goldfish, Su-a hopped to her feet.
“I’m going to go wash up, so think of a name for our baby until I get back.”
“S-Su-a…!”
Su-a stopped as she was leaving the bedroom. “You’re a successful otaku, aren’t you, Oppa?”
“Huh?”
Su-a pushed her hips back and spread her pussy slightly. *Squelch.* Her pussy opened wide, vomiting out the semen she had been holding. The semen, half-melted by her body heat, trickled down between her legs.
“Getting to impregnate your favorite idol…♡” With a beautiful, teary-eyed smile, Su-a walked into the bathroom.
“Uh… er…” I stood there, mouth agape, unable to form words. Was this what a successful otaku was…?
As soon as I entered the bathroom, I covered my mouth and giggled. The Yujun Oppa who had been acting like a sadist just moments ago was gone, replaced by a gentle, puppy-like man—it was just too cute. It was so fun seeing his serious reaction to my teasing that I couldn't help but tease him more. It was true that Oppa had done something wrong. Even when I cried and begged him to be gentle, he had rammed into my pussy relentlessly. Because of that, my pussy was still throbbing with pain.
But… it felt so good♡ It was exactly as I had imagined. Every time I masturbated, I imagined being fucked violently by Oppa, and it had actually come true. A rough sexual encounter where he kept thrusting no matter how much I cried and begged. I had shed tears not just because of the pain that felt like being beaten from the inside with a club, but because it felt so ecstatically good.
*Click.* I turned on the shower. Lukewarm water fell over my head. As I washed away the sweat, I reached my hand between my legs. *Squelch.* I inserted my middle finger into my pussy. Just by inserting one knuckle, I could feel the texture of the thick, gloopy semen. My lower belly felt heavy from how much he had poured into me. I pressed down on my lower belly and used my finger to scrape out the semen inside. Clumps of semen, like jelly, dripped onto my palm.
“Haa… ha… it’s so fishy, as expected…” I brought the semen on my palm to my mouth and chewed it. As expected, it didn't taste great. It was so fishy it stung the tip of my tongue. But it was an addictive taste that brought a sense of mental euphoria. I licked all the semen off my palm and sucked the rest off my fingers. It was so rich that it stuck in my throat and wouldn't go down easily. After a few stubborn attempts, I managed to swallow it all. If my womb was filled with this much semen, pregnancy was a certainty. By now, my egg was likely surrounded by sperm, being gang-raped. Though, only one would be the final winner.
I hadn't expected Oppa to go as far as ejaculating inside. Even in his berserk state, I thought he would pull out before finishing and spray it on my back or buttocks, but he had poured it all into my womb without hesitation. I didn't truly intend to have a baby. Not now. I wasn't ready to be a mother yet. Just last year, I was a high school student. Physically, maybe, but mentally, I hadn't fully grown yet. Parenting was a responsibility that should only be taken on after one had grown enough and earned the right to be a mother. I only said I would have the baby to tease Oppa. And also to make him realize the crisis of what happens when you ejaculate inside without thinking. He’d learned his lesson well enough after that much teasing.
Of course, I would take the morning-after pill. There were several gynecologists that were secretly shared only within the entertainment industry. To talk about the slightly dirty side of the industry, contrary to what fans think, idols aren't pure, clean beings. Idols are just ordinary people. Not everyone, but those who want to enjoy themselves do. In fact, they probably do it more than ordinary people. How could they endure not dating during the most shining, beautiful, and handsome time of their lives? To borrow the words of a senior, the entertainment industry is a kingdom of animals. Anyway. Everyone dates, goes on dates, and has sex just like everyone else. And in that process, they make mistakes and have accidents. There was a list of hospitals ready for when that happened. I hadn't known about their existence either, but I learned about it in the girl group I was in before debuting with LaStella. One of the older members had taught me. She bragged like it was an adventure story about having sex with a male idol in a broadcasting station bathroom, and because he ejaculated inside her, she had to go to a gynecologist.
My current agency had taught me before I debuted, too. They told me not to cause accidents since I was a rookie, and they had registered me at a few hospitals just in case. So, I just had to go, get a diagnosis from the doctor, and get the pill. By the way, what was Oppa thinking about right now? He must be pacing around, right? I chuckled and dried my body with a towel. When I opened the door, a change of clothes was waiting on the floor: a white t-shirt and black shorts. I put them on, shook my hair with a towel, and headed to the bedroom. Oppa was sitting quietly on the floor in a formal kneel. Oh, my cute Oppa. Look at him, frozen in fear. Who told him to finish inside without thinking, anyway?
“Did you think of a name for the baby?”
Yujun Oppa looked up at me and nodded. “Y-yes.”
Did he really think of one? I almost burst out laughing. “If it’s a boy… Sihyun… if it’s a girl… Haeun…”
“Why those?”
“I looked it up on the internet… they said those are pretty names these days…”
He even looked it up on the internet? He’s so cute I could die. His dejected face looked like a puppy caught in the rain. I meant to tease him a bit more and then be honest, but I wanted to tease him even more. I’d tell him about the pill later. For now, I decided to cherish this tail-between-the-legs beast.
“Haa… Oppa, shall we take a nap?” I yawned and lay down on the bed, patting the spot next to me. “Come up.”
“Su-a…”
“Come up.”
“Yes.”
Yujun Oppa hesitated before lying down next to me. I hugged his sturdy body and rested my head on his shoulder. “Don’t be nervous. I won’t eat you.”
Oppa’s body was stiff as a board. I pressed my chest against his arm and held him tight. To think a day like this would come. Being caught as a stalker had developed into a relationship like this. I’m glad I got caught! If I’d known it would be like this, I would have gotten caught sooner.
“Was I tasty? What did I taste like?”
“W-what are you saying…?”
“Leave me a review. Like when you leave a review after watching a show on social media.”
“Huh? Have you seen the reviews I wrote?”
“Ah… of course. Whenever I’m bored, the thing I do on my phone is search my own name. And while doing that, I’ve read the reviews you left.”
That was a lie. I only read Oppa’s reviews. “Anyway, how was it? Was my pussy tasty?”
“I-it… it was tasty.”
“What did it taste like?”
“……It was chewy.”
The vulgar, indescribable conversation continued. It was a format where I asked questions and Oppa answered. Mostly questions about my body. What the shape of my pussy was like. What the shape of my ass hole was like. And the sensation of my pussy felt by his cock, the feeling when he ejaculated, and so on. I collected the information. I’d organize it in my diary later.
“Haa… yawn…” I felt drowsy. Working out at the gym, working out in bed, and even finishing a shower—the sleepiness was pouring in. “Su-a, seriously…”
“Oppa, let’s stop talking and sleep as a trio.”
“A trio?”
“One, two, three.” I pointed at the targets one by one with my finger. One was me. Two was Yujun Oppa. And three was my lower belly.
“Ah………….”
I could see Yujun Oppa’s face darken. I smiled bashfully as I watched him. I was enjoying the reaction of our successful otaku when the sleepiness finally took over, and I drifted off to sleep.