The Idol's Secret Recharge
"Unnie, get home safely."
"I'll come pick you up at 6:00 AM tomorrow."
"Okay, okay."
It was past midnight. I had left early in the morning, and now I was heading back to the dorm. After a delightful vacation, what awaited me was a mountain of work. Aside from the self-produced content filmed by the agency, it was a non-stop parade of shoots: clothing model gigs, cosmetic ads, commercials, variety show appearances, and more. When I finished promotions for our first single, things had been relaxed, but for our second single, which topped every music chart for five consecutive weeks, the love calls were pouring in before we’d even finished our promotional period. *Please appear as a guest. Please be our model.* In terms of pure volume, it was less than our active promotional period, but if you counted the hours spent filming every single day, it was just as grueling. Leaving for work early in the morning and coming home late at night. Had I even slept four hours a day for the last two weeks? Considering I’d slept over twelve hours a day during my vacation, four hours was truly a murderous schedule.
Still, I shouldn't complain, right? Being an idol is a job where you sell yourself. The busier I am, the better the product called "Lee Su-a" is selling, so I should be grateful for the busyness. I have to work even harder while I'm popular like this. Because you never know when popularity might cool down.
"I'm home~"
I dragged my exhausted body, swaying like a wilted plant, into the dorm. The motion sensor light in the entryway flickered on. As I took off my shoes, I glanced at the room my younger members shared. If they weren't asleep, they would have come running out like puppies the moment they heard the door open, but it was quiet, so it seemed both of them were already in bed. It wasn't that they hadn't come home yet. Since we share our schedules to some extent, I knew they had both been at the dorm all day.
"Aaaah, I'm so tired……."
I collapsed onto my bed and thumped the duvet. I needed to change, take off my makeup, and shower. And after the shower, I had to do my skincare routine……. It’s such a hassle. On a day as tiring as today, I just want to wiggle into the blankets and fall asleep immediately. But self-care is the basic duty of an idol. At the very least, I have to wash off my makeup. If I slept with it on and got a skin breakout…… that would be a nightmare.
Lying on the bed, I peeled off my clothes. I decided to leave hanging them up for tomorrow and headed to the bathroom in just my underwear. I'd shower in the morning. If I washed my hair now, it would take an eternity to dry.
"……Should I just cut it into a bob?"
I looked in the mirror and stroked my long hair, which reached my waist. I like having long hair, but every time I feel like this, I want to chop it all off. No, I can't. Not unless it’s a radical transformation to match a new concept. My image has been cemented with long hair. That’s important, but a woman’s long hair also provides a great handle for a man when doing it from behind. My hair is Yujun-oppa’s handle, so I have to get his permission before cutting it.
"Ah…… I want to have sex……."
With my upper mouth, and my lower mouth, too. It’s been over two weeks since I’ve tasted his cock. During my busy schedule, there was no time to meet Yujun-oppa, and since he goes to his tutoring academy on weekdays, I couldn't even call him to the filming location. At this rate, I’m going to forget what it tastes like…… *smack*.
"Sigh……."
I let out a deep sigh and brushed my teeth. After washing my face thoroughly and finishing my skincare, I patted my squeaky-clean cheeks and headed back to my room.
"Ugh…!"
As soon as I returned to my room, I dove onto the bed. "Abubu, abu." I rubbed my face into the fluffy duvet and kicked my feet as if I were swimming. When I’m truly exhausted, my mental age regresses. I stop using my brain, muttering nonsense and making strange sounds like a baby babbling. Shooting a weekend variety show for two days in a row, plus a commercial shoot on top of that—the fatigue is no joke. Still, I have to do what I have to do…….
I dragged myself up and walked to the closet. I opened the door and pulled out a wooden box hidden deep in the corner. The book-sized wooden box had a padlock on it, as if I were hiding treasure. The key was in the inner pocket of the blazer hanging in the closet. I retrieved the key and opened the lock. Inside was a piece of cloth folded neatly like a handkerchief. It was the underwear I had stolen—no, *collected*—from Yujun-oppa’s house a while ago. And it was underwear that had been in his laundry basket, no less!
I carefully brought the underwear to my nose and sniffed it, just like smelling a flower. "Hing…… there’s no scent left at all." I pouted. The male scent that had been deeply embedded in it had all faded away. I knew it had been getting fainter, but it had finally vanished completely……. I need something new. How can I get a supply? If I ask Yujun-oppa to take off his fresh, warm underwear for me, would he do it? How much would it cost to buy? I’m getting paid for the commercial I just shot, so I’ll have some money coming in.
"Ah…… what am I thinking?"
It’s because I’m tired! I’m having weird thoughts because I’m exhausted! Yeah, yeah. I only have normal thoughts usually…… probably?
I tucked the underwear, which had reached the end of its life as a masturbation aid, back into the box and lay back down on the bed with a sense of disappointment. I’ll have to use something else today. I opened my phone’s photo album. It was filled with pictures of filming sets, photos with celebrities I’d met, moody landscape shots, food photos, and cute animal pictures. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. I pressed on the hidden items. After it recognized my Face ID, five folders appeared. Starting with my most prized folder, [My Own Little Otaku♡], there were two folders carefully curated from that: [Legend] and [Fap Material]. The other two were [AV] and [MANGA].
"Today…… for the first time in a while……."
I touched the [MANGA] folder. Inside, it was categorized into several more folders. I had organized them by genre. I scrolled through the screen, choosing what to watch today. Usually, I look at pictures of Yujun-oppa and let my imagination run wild while rubbing my pussy, but sometimes I need something more direct and stimulating. And today, I was too tired to have the mental strength to masturbate with just my imagination.
"This! This looks good!"
What I chose was a training-themed manga. It was a story where a trashy male protagonist trains the female lead through various humiliating methods and turns her into a cum-rag.
"Ha-eung…… ha……."
I watched the manga while kneading my pussy. If I viewed the manga from the female lead’s perspective, I could immerse myself in it seriously. "Ugh…… what is this…… it’s so low-class……." The female lead, who used to blush just from a kiss, was standing with her legs wide open, spreading her pussy with her hands, and shaking her hips as if dancing. It’s so vulgar. I can’t do things like that…… but I couldn’t honestly say I couldn’t, since I had a history of doing similar things. At the time, I had joyfully lifted my hips and spread both holes for him. If I were asked to do it again, I think I’d hesitate. I wasn’t in my right mind back then. It was the moment I was having sex for the first time in my life, so I was in such a state of arousal that I couldn’t think rationally.
"Ha-eung… as expected… rubbing isn’t enough…."
I had been teasing my clitoris over my underwear, but now I slipped my hand inside and poked at my pussy hole with my finger. Pre-cum smeared onto my fingertip. Compared to Yujun-oppa’s cock, it was thin and pathetic, but I straightened my middle finger and slowly pushed it into my pussy.
-*Squish*
The lukewarm fluid wrapped around my finger. "Aaaah, this isn’t it……!" Poking with my finger felt good, but this wasn’t what I wanted. As expected, I need Oppa’s cheering stick.
"Is he sleeping……?"
It was nearly 1:00 AM. Considering Yujun-oppa usually goes to bed before 1:00 AM, the chances were high that he was asleep. Still, should I send him a text?
I didn’t expect a reply. We don’t usually contact each other after 12:00 AM. He must be asleep. However.
He replied in less than a minute. He wasn’t asleep yet!
If he’s at the academy……. If I go out, I can meet him! I jumped up from my seat and scrambled to put on my clothes. "Ah, wait…… I didn’t shower……." I checked to see if my body smelled like sweat. I couldn’t really tell. Ah, but my pussy might have a musty smell. I had just been masturbating……. The unique scent of a woman was wafting faintly. It would be too late if I showered and went out. "Uuuu…… uuu…… what do I do? What do I do?" The conclusion I reached was perfume. I took my clothes off again and sprayed perfume on the places that might smell. I got dressed and snuck out of the dorm. I’d be in big trouble if I got caught, but……. How could I resist! How could I possibly resist!
Just in case, I skipped the elevator and ran down the ten flights of stairs. "Hello?" I called Yujun-oppa.
"I'm driving right now, okay? Come out to the apartment entrance."
I went straight to the apartment entrance. Because it was late, there were only a few taxis on the road, and no one was walking on the sidewalk. I hid my body in the shadow of a tree and waited, and soon I saw an SUV coming from afar. 5047. That’s Oppa’s license plate. The SUV stopped a little away from the apartment entrance. I ran straight to it and knocked on the window *tap, tap, tap*. I heard the *click* of the lock, and he opened the door from the inside. I jumped into the car immediately.
"It’s been a while. Ah… is two weeks a long time?" Yujun-oppa smiled brightly. Yujun-oppa also looked exhausted from working late into the night. "If our idol needs cheering, I have to come and cheer her on." Yujun-oppa clenched both his fists. "Aja aja! Fighting!" It was a slightly *ajusshi*-like way of cheering.
"I watched the second part of what you uploaded to YouTube the other day. It was fun. I thought there was nothing Su-a couldn't do, but you can't cook, huh? I told you to sprinkle a little sugar powder, and you poured it all in. But actually, it was better that way. I think the side of you that can't cook was even cuter."
Yujun-oppa talked happily about the YouTube variety show and TV shows I’d recently appeared on, stroking my ego with compliments about what he liked. I felt my fatigue melting away. Just seeing his face up close was healing. As expected, my bias……! But this wasn’t the kind of cheering I meant.
"Oppa, do you cheer with your mouth?"
"Uh……? Then?"
"Take off your pants."
"W-what……?"
"I said take off your pants. When you cheer, you have to use the cheering stick."
I climbed over from the passenger seat to the driver’s seat and sat on Yujun-oppa’s lap. "W-w-wait……! Here?"
"Don't you want to?"
"It’s not that I don’t want to…… but I’m a bit tired today……."
I laughed, "Heh."
"You’re really spoiled, aren’t you? Oppa, the most popular idol in South Korea is asking to have sex in a car, and you’re going to back out because you’re tired? And if you said you’d take responsibility, you have to take responsibility properly!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him. I’m not letting go! I have to seize the opportunity when I have it. I don’t know when I’ll be able to meet him again if not today. We’re going to have sex, sex.
"Choose. Are you going to cheer me on by shaking your cock, or not?" I looked Yujun-oppa straight in the eye. "If you’re truly my fan, you know what answer I want, right? Don’t you?"
Yujun-oppa let out a breath, "Huuuuh." Then he grabbed my buttocks tightly with both hands.
"……If you’re a pussy idol, show me your pussy first before you talk."
"Nehe♡"
Like a true pussy idol, I immediately threw off my pants and presented my pussy to receive my cheering.