The Taste of a Secret
Gulp. I swallowed my nerves. Keeping my mouth shut, I looked down at Su-a. I hadn't done anything wrong, yet my stomach churned as if I were a guilty man. "I told you not to let your eyes wander to other women, didn't I, Oppa?"
Her cheeks trembled. Su-a was looking up at me with eyes full of contempt. The warm spring air seemed to have regressed into a freezing winter in an instant.
"S-Su-a, it’s not like that." I desperately tried to explain the situation. I told her that Kim Yeji was just a colleague, that while it was true we were heading out for a drink, it wasn't for any strange reason—it was just to return the favor for her help. I was telling the truth, but the way I was sweating and making excuses to my girlfriend made me look like a man caught red-handed.
"A favor?"
"I only found out because Teacher Yeji told me. You know... that... a suspicious person was following me. Thanks to that, I was able to meet you that day. So, it was just a way to express my gratitude."
Zzzzt. Su-a shot me a piercing glare.
"Fine. I’ll acknowledge that much."
I let out a sigh of relief. "Phew."
"H.O.W.E.V.E.R."
Su-a pressed her body against mine, pushing me further back into the wall. Her soft breasts pressed firmly against my solar plexus. She tilted her chin up to look at me. We were so close that if she lowered her head just a little, we could share a hot kiss.
"That woman might have had other intentions."
"Other intentions? Teacher Yeji?" I shook my head. "No. I really only intended to have a single drink."
"That’s what you think, Oppa. She was probably thinking about much more than that. Do you think you would have just parted ways after a drink? It’s Friday night, isn't it?"
It seemed she was imagining me going to a motel with Kim Yeji. That was impossible. I hadn't felt any such vibe between us. Even if Kim Yeji had really intended to go to a motel and tried to flirt with me, I would have refused firmly. I only have eyes for Su-a. Why would I ever think about sleeping in a motel bed with another woman when I have a girl I love?
"Oppa, all women are foxes," Su-a said clearly, as if to make sure I took it to heart. "Even if they look like they aren't, you have no idea how black their hearts are. If they see a man they even slightly like, they’ll try to get a piece of him, you know?"
That was a concept I couldn't understand. Women? Really? That was how it felt.
"Think of it the other way around. Suppose some man suggested I go out for a drink just the two of us. Do you think his intention would just be to have a drink?"
"Of course not!"
An impure story played out in my head. A drink, just the two of us? There was no need to analyze that intention deeply.
"All men are wolves. You must never follow them."
"And women are the same, I’m telling you!"
Just as I was certain men were wolves because I was a man, Su-a was certain women were foxes because she was a woman. Realizing this conversation wouldn't end, I nodded. "Alright. I'll be careful."
"Be careful. If you go out for a drink with another woman, I’ll go out for a drink with another man, too."
"No way!"
"So, keep that in mind."
Su-a rose on her tiptoes, placed her hands on my shoulders, and rubbed her lower abdomen against mine. "Your cock is mine, and my pussy is yours. Got it?"
Despite her pretty smile, her actions were incredibly lewd.
"A-alright."
Why did the conclusion feel so strange? I wondered if this was right. But, since Su-a’s mood seemed to have lifted, I let it go.
"Oppa, didn't you miss me?"
"I did."
I watched her every day through music videos and stage performances, but seeing her in the flesh was different.
"Hehehe, I missed you too."
With a bashful smile, Su-a buried herself in my arms. I didn't know where to put my hands, so I just fumbled in the air. It was a ticklish feeling. How should I define this relationship? We hug, saying we missed each other, and talk about cocks and pussies—there’s no word that quite fits. One thing was certain: it wasn't a normal relationship.
"Are you using that photo well?"
"That photo?"
"My selfie."
"Ah."
The selfie where Su-a was pressing her cheek against a cock longer than her own face, winking with an idol-like smile. I had turned that photo into a photocard and kept it safe in my collection album. And...
"Y-yeah. I'm using it well."
"How many times have you finished to it?"
"I'm not sure. But I use it every single day."
I meant it as a masturbation aid, of course. I relied on that photo daily. I used the selfie to warm up, then watched Su-a’s self-introduction video to finish two or three times a day. In that video, Su-a pulled her buttocks apart to give an idol greeting, and her two holes were clearly visible. If I zoomed in, the pink folds around her anus were vivid. Not to mention her pussy, which was always dripping with pre-cum.
"Heeuuu...♡"
Su-a let out a sweet breath, seemingly pleased that I used her as my masturbation material.
"I use you every day, too."
An idol’s surprise confession of masturbation. Is it normal to say that you masturbate while looking at a photo of a cock in such a pretty voice? It was truly absurd.
"I-I see."
"Oppa, if it’s not too much trouble, can I check the microphone?"
"Microphone? What microphone?"
At my question, Su-a smirked. Her eye level slowly lowered. Her smile stopped right at my lower half. Tap, tap. Su-a poked my member with her fingertip.
"This. My personal microphone."
Ah, right. The day we first had sex. I remembered that day, when I was completely out of my mind with lust, I had shoved my cock into her mouth, calling it her personal microphone.
"Here?"
This was an alleyway right next to the street. It was late, so there weren't many people around, but it wasn't a place to openly drop my pants. I wasn't someone who enjoyed public exposure, and I didn't want to feel a sense of liberation here.
"That's true. Then, this way, this way."
Su-a grabbed my wrist and led me into a narrower alley deeper inside. "No one will come here, right?"
Click. Su-a unbuckled my belt.
"S-Su-a, even if no one is around, we shouldn't do this outside."
Su-a giggled. "This is different from talking, isn't it?"
She unzipped my pants and stroked my cock through my underwear. It was rock hard. Ever since she had pressed against me, the sweet scent of her body had sent blood rushing to my groin.
"Then you decide, Oppa. Do you want fan service? Or do you not?"
To be honest...
"...I want it."
"Then I’ll give you some fan service."
Su-a pulled the elastic of my underwear down, half-exposing my member before pulling it out. "Eek!"
My stiff cock sprang up and hit her chin. "Wow... it’s so cool...♡"
I was complimented on my cock being cool. I should be happy about this, right? It was such a confusing feeling.
"You were here, my microphone."
Su-a stroked my member gently. Calling it a microphone while petting it like a puppy made it feel like she had actually named it "Microphone." As if in response, my cock twitched.
Su-a gripped my member with both hands. Even with both hands, she couldn't wrap them all the way around. Like a child playing with clay, she kneaded my cock, then brought her nose to the glans. She began to rub her nose against it.
"Sssuuuuppp... Haaaah...♡"
Her face went dreamy, like someone on drugs. Did my cock have narcotic properties? Su-a kept her nose pressed against it, breathing in deeply with an ecstatic expression. Her eyes were half-rolled back—a disheveled look an idol should never show. She was inhaling my scent like she was snorting cocaine. It shouldn't have smelled that good. I hadn't showered since this morning, I’d been to the bathroom, and I’d been sweating.
"Now, I’ll suck it for you."
After the warning, she took my glans into her mouth. "Hnnng...!"
Sticky saliva wrapped around the head. The soft flesh inside her cheeks clung to my cock. Holding it with both hands, she began to suck on my glans like she was eating a popsicle. Slurp! Slurp! She moved her head back and forth, making wet sounds. "Chuu-rrrp... Sluuuurp... Phew..."
As the air was sucked out, her mouth tightened like a vacuum. The excess saliva flowed down her chin in a long string. She sucked harder, as if urging me to finish. It hurt a little where her teeth touched, but the pleasure was far greater. I felt the urge to ejaculate, just as she was urging me.
"Su-a, I’m going to cum...!"
Su-a stopped moving and held my cock still in her mouth. I grabbed her hair and ejaculated straight into her throat. I had masturbated yesterday, but my semen shot out in thick spurts, disappearing into her throat.
"Pffft...! Gulp...!"
Su-a gagged. I slowly pulled out. A few drops of semen dripped down. Su-a covered her mouth with both hands, grimacing as she forced herself to swallow. It looked like she had to gulp several times before she finally got it all down.
"Phew... haa... I... I swallowed it all..."
Sticking out her tongue, she asked for confirmation that she had swallowed everything. There was still some semen smeared on her tongue and the inside of her cheeks, but it was close enough to "all." Seeing that made me hard again. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her extended tongue. I used it like a wet wipe, cleaning off all the remaining semen. More semen gathered on her tongue.
"Swallow."
Without a word, Su-a forced herself to swallow the rest. Gulp. After swallowing it all, she looked up at me. "...It’s delicious♡" She gave a pretty giggle. It was like watching a scene from a commercial. She had actually filmed a beverage commercial once. She had smiled refreshingly then, too, saying it was delicious, but this smile was even fresher than the one in the ad.