The Morning After and the Promise of More
I must have drifted off. I blinked, bleary-eyed, and looked out the window. The sky was stained with the pale, bluish light of dawn, though I had no idea how many hours had passed. My mind was still foggy as I fumbled to piece together the events just before I’d fallen asleep.
“Ah…” Right. I’d lost my virginity. “Ugh…!” As I shifted my body, a sharp pain struck my abdomen. As the seeds of that pain sprouted, a wave of heat rapidly spread to my crotch. My pussy was throbbing. The inside felt raw and stinging, as if I’d been burned. I shoved my hands between my legs and kneaded myself, trying to soothe the ache. It was agonizing. In the moment of losing my virginity, the explosive rush of endorphins had made the pleasure outweigh the pain, but now that I’d slept and calmed down, the pain I’d been ignoring was crashing down on me all at once.
Thinking back on it now, what happened was truly insane. Even though I’d been wet enough for my juices to be streaming down, Yujun-oppa hadn’t bothered with any foreplay to loosen me up; he’d just shoved his cock straight in. He’d violently torn through my hymen to open me up. My pussy had contracted, trying to block his entry, but he’d forced his way all the way inside. Then, he’d hammered away at my insides with his hard glans, showing me exactly where my uterus was. Even now, I could feel a dull, bruised ache right where my womb sat. It would be strange if I were perfectly fine after being treated like that.
“Damn it… I was supposed to go shopping with Yeryeong today.”
Could I even go shopping in this state? If I were just talking about the pain, it was worse than my period. I wanted to cancel the plans and curl up under my blankets all day, but this shopping trip had been scheduled before we went on break, so it was hard to back out. Plus, Yeryeong was really looking forward to it.
I tilted my head up. The kwi-chuk (pervert) who had so happily devoured me was sleeping with a furrowed brow. Was he having a nightmare? His exhales were mixed with low, pained groans. I pinched his side gently.
“Ugh… Daddy’s sorry…”
A laugh bubbled out of me at his sleep-talking. *Daddy?* I thought I knew what kind of dream he was having. It looked like he was suffering from the stress of childcare. I could picture it in my head: our cute baby pestering its father while he was trying to rest on the weekend, crying, *“Daddy! Play with me!”*
He really must be worried sick. Is that natural? Becoming a father at twenty-seven is a lot to take in, after all. Even if you were prepared, having a baby when you’re completely unprepared must feel like being hit by a natural disaster.
“...Don’t worry,” I whispered, gently stroking my lower abdomen. “I’m sorry, but it’s not your time to appear yet. It’s too hard right now… and… I think we need to wait for the distant future. At least ten years? By then, even if I suddenly announce a marriage, the fans will congratulate us.”
There were a few second-generation idol seniors who had been active for over ten years before getting married. And all of them had been blessed by their fans when they tied the knot. I could get married proudly like them, right? When that time comes, I’d be happy to become a baby dispenser, giving birth to as many of Yujun-oppa’s children as he wants.
“So, until then, only look at me.”
I reached down and stroked the sleeping oppa’s crotch. Even through his pants, his presence was undeniable. Even without being erect, the size was no joke. The image of his massive cock, which I’d looked up at from right in front of me, was vivid in my mind. In terms of length alone, it was longer than my face. My face was small, sure, but his equipment was absurdly huge. I’d barely managed to swallow half of it… would it even be possible to take all of this monstrous thing? I might have to practice on my own. I should buy a dildo behind the members’ backs and start some throat-widening construction. Or, if I keep sucking his cock whenever I get the chance, I’ll be able to swallow it all eventually.
I’d prefer the latter, but… how many chances like this would I get? If there were fan meetings every day, I would have sucked him off in the bathroom every single time.
I pulled on the elastic of his underwear and slid it down a little.
“Whoa…”
His cock, bulging against his briefs. It looked almost grotesque, like some alien life form had taken up residence there. I pulled the briefs down and hooked the elastic band under his balls. The factory that produced his sperm was plump and swollen, and his limp cock began to lift its head. I’d stroked it a few times with my hand earlier, so blood was already rushing to it. I grabbed his cock like a handle. *Haa… it’s hot.* It was so hot it felt like it would burn my hand. Maybe I really did get a burn inside my pussy. Thinking that, I moved my hand up and down.
I’d practiced with microphones or light sticks when I was bored, but the real thing was different. The texture was different, and the feeling when it moved was different, too. The way it twitched inside my palm was quite unpleasant, yet exhilarating. After shaking it a few times, his cock stood tall. I observed it slowly. The thick tendons. The veins spreading like leaf veins. It was like looking at a grotesque tentacle from a B-grade horror movie.
—*Click*
I pulled out my phone and took a picture. I’d have to organize this in my diary when I got back to the dorm. It would be good for masturbation material, too. As I filmed his cock from various angles, I brought my nose close to it.
“Heeuuu…♡”
The rich, musky scent of a male. Since oppa hadn’t showered after sex, the carnal smell of our intimacy was soaked deep into his skin. Was this the smell of his cock? Or the smell of my own pussy? What was certain was that it was incredibly addictive. This was true aromatherapy. I felt like I finally understood a little why Grenouille in the movie *Perfume* tried to create the ultimate fragrance through human scent. If I could, I’d turn this smell into a perfume, too.
“Oh, right.”
While I was enjoying the scent, rubbing my nose against his cock, something suddenly occurred to me. The promise I’d made at the gym. I’d told him that if he showed me his abs, I’d take a selfie with him. I turned the camera to selfie mode.
—*Click*
And I kept my promise.
***
“...Can you make it back alone?”
Sunday morning. I saw Su-a off.
“My manager-unnie is coming to pick me up.”
“Is that so?”
I watched Su-a’s expression. Unlike me, who was sweating and trembling with anxiety, Su-a was humming a tune, looking completely relaxed. After what happened yesterday… when I asked her about birth control again, she’d covered my mouth and silenced me, saying, “Our baby will be sad if it hears you.”
…The life of a successful fan. I’d have to be prepared for what was to come. It was my fault for being an idiot and ejaculating inside, so I had to take responsibility. And if a baby really came, the one who would have the hardest time wouldn’t be me, but Su-a. So, I couldn’t just keep worrying like a fool.
“Why? Are you sad to be apart from me?”
I nodded. Anxiety was anxiety, but sadness was sadness. I wanted to spend Sunday with Su-a, too. My dream had been to cuddle with the woman I liked in my studio apartment on the weekend. I never thought I’d see Su-a as a woman… if I said this, people would call me a low-pride otaku, but after facing each other this closely and even having a physical relationship, I couldn’t help but see her as a woman, even if I didn’t want to.
“I’ll contact you again. Until then, keep being a diligent fan. You know that, Su-a-kong-tteok-ssi?”
“Yup.” Su-a flashed a beautiful smile.
“If you… happen to have eyes for another woman in the meantime…”
A chilling look pierced through her smile. “…You know, right?”
A cold, eerie energy sent shivers down my spine.
“I only have you.”
“You better not change your mind.”
“I won’t.” I could say that with certainty. No matter what monster rookie appeared, they couldn’t take the spot of my ultimate bias. My bias was ‘Lee Su-a’, and only her.
“Good.” As if satisfied with the answer, Su-a nodded. “I’ll tell you one thing just for you, oppa. If you come to Insadong next Saturday, you might be able to meet me?”
She didn’t say it directly, but I knew what she wanted to say. She was telling me to come to Insadong next Saturday. Was this… a date? But unlike my neighborhood, Insadong would be crowded with people. No matter how well we disguised ourselves, someone would recognize us.
“I… I’ll keep that in mind.”
I didn’t know the time yet, but I had plans for next Saturday.
“Oh, right. And that video… you can’t post that on the internet. Absolutely not!”
“That video?”
“You know, that! The one where I… introduce myself!”
“I won’t post it! Do you think I’m crazy?”
“You were crazy enough to shoot it inside my belly.”
“Ah… I’m sorry.” I bowed my head in apology. I had nothing to say about that. And I shouldn’t have.
“And send that to me, too.”
“To you?”
“Because memories are meant to be shared.”
Is that a memory? It wasn’t an unpleasant one, but… it felt strange to call it a memory.
“Alright.”
“If you send it, I’ll share some memories with you, too.”
Was there anything else to share? I wasn’t sure, but I nodded anyway.
“Then I’m going now… Hyaak…!”
As Su-a turned to head out the front door, she clutched her lower abdomen and crouched down on the spot.
“Su-a?!” I scrambled to check on her condition.
“Ah… it hurts…” Su-a slowly stood up.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. My insides still hurt because some beast was pounding away like a madman yesterday…”
“I’m sorry.”
How many times had I apologized since this morning? A sinner couldn’t hold their head up high.
“You don’t have to apologize. I… actually liked it when you were rough…” Su-a bit her lower lip gently and tapped the back of my hand with her finger.
“Next time, think about me a little while you… pound away. Okay?”
“Okay.”
…Huh? Next time? I’d been looking at the floor like a criminal, but I widened my eyes and looked up.
“Make sure to send the video!”
Before I could say anything, Su-a opened the door and stepped out.
“Next time…? Next time…?”
I mindlessly muttered the same words. This wasn’t the end. It hadn’t been a midsummer night’s dream. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and, as promised, sent Su-a the video of her self-introduction I’d taken yesterday.
And a moment later.
—*Ding*
A photo arrived.
“Pfft…!! Cough! Cough!”
I’d been drinking water to wake up my foggy brain, and I sprayed it all over the floor. The photo Su-a had sent was a selfie. It was a picture of her winking while rubbing her cheek against my fully erect cock. A sculpture that caused dissonance with the pretty idol smile she showed on stage.
“Ahem…! When did she take this?”
I didn’t know, but my crotch seemed to remember, as it stood stiffly erect.