The Stalker's True Identity
The chase began in the dead of night. I threw my bag onto the ground and bolted after the stalker. "Stop right there...!" I’d let her slip away last time, but I wasn't going to miss my chance now. Even if it was difficult to hand her over to the police, I at least wanted to see her face. I wanted to know what kind of woman was stalking me. And I wanted to ask her why. Why she followed me around, snapping photos of me.
"Hah... hah..." She was fast. I could feel the distance between us widening. If there had been anyone passing by, I would have shouted for help, begging them to "catch that creepy woman," but the stalker seemed to anticipate that, ducking into an alleyway instead of heading toward the main road. Was it right to keep chasing her? What if she was hiding a weapon? I decided to worry about that later. I focused entirely on catching her, clutching my burning lungs as I forced my legs to move faster.
"I said... stop right there...!" The gap began to close. I had never run this fast in my entire life. My calves were definitely going to be screaming tomorrow. I reached my arm out. It was so close, yet so far. My fingers grasped at thin air. I couldn't keep this up. My stamina was hitting its limit. This wasn't a sprint; a full-speed chase required an incredible amount of energy. My heart was pounding as if it were about to burst. My throat felt like it had a jagged, stone-like lump lodged inside it. On the other hand, the stalker showed no signs of fatigue—how was her stamina so high?
To hell with it! With a "come what may" attitude, I kicked off the ground and launched my body forward. If I caught her, I hit the jackpot. If I didn't, I was screwed. "Kyaa?!" Like a football player executing a tackle, I wrapped my arms around the stalker's waist and brought her down. We rolled across the ground a few times. I held onto her waist with a vice-like grip to ensure she couldn't escape. Her waist was so thin; I could have easily circled it with just one arm. The stalker struggled beneath me, trying to break free. I climbed on top of her, pinning her stomach down like a cushion and using my knees to hold her arms firmly in place. It seemed I had the advantage in raw strength.
"Stay still. It’s hard to take this off." I hoped she wouldn't misunderstand. If you only heard the dialogue, it would sound like a rapist attacking a woman in the middle of the night, but she was the perpetrator, and I was the victim. And what I was taking off wasn't her clothes—it was her mask. I was removing it to see her face.
The stalker resisted violently. Every time I reached out, she whipped her head from side to side to avoid my hand. "...Gotcha!" I ripped the mask off as if tearing it away. The hat she had pulled low over her head was knocked halfway off by her thrashing. And then, the stalker's identity was revealed.
"Let's see who you are... huh?" I froze the moment I saw the stalker's face. I blinked slowly, twice. Reflected in the light of the streetlamp, the face looking back at me was one I knew all too well. No, it was beyond just knowing—it was impossible *not* to know. I had seen it every single day for four years. I had even seen it this morning. Eyes as bright and clear as a rabbit's, a face smaller than the palm of my hand. A beauty so lovely and ethereal it was hard to believe she was real. My favorite idol. Lee Su-a. She was pinned beneath me.
...This was insane. It was truly, utterly impossible. Was I dreaming? It felt so surreal. So, the woman who had been stalking me for a while now was the idol I loved more than anyone else in the world? And the secret photography? I stared down at the stalker with wide, shocked eyes. No matter how I looked at it, it was Su-a. I wasn't mistaken. It wasn't just someone who looked like her. The stalker I was pinning to the ground was Lee Su-a.
I didn't know what to do, so I stayed frozen, my body stiff. If I thought of her as a stalker, I should interrogate her, but if I thought of her as Su-a, I felt like I should stand up and apologize. The two thoughts collided in my head. It was incredibly difficult to rationally accept the reality unfolding before me.
"Uh... um... uh..." There was so much I wanted to ask. But the words wouldn't come out easily. "Are... are you... Su-a?" It was the only thing I could manage to say. It was the question that mattered most. More than why she was stalking me, I just needed to know if the person beneath me was truly Su-a.
"...You've mistaken me for someone else." Su-a turned her head away, avoiding my gaze. That voice—it was definitely Su-a. How could I not recognize the voice of my favorite idol? My suspicion was rapidly turning into certainty. It was hard to accept in reality, but the objective facts proved that LaStella's Su-a was my stalker. I stood up. I had no idea what kind of situation this was, but I decided to try and have a calm conversation. "First, get up." I reached out to help her to her feet. And in that moment—
"Argh!!" She kicked me in the shin. A searing pain, as if a spike had been driven into my leg, radiated outward. "Ugh?!" Following that, Su-a shoved me aside while I was hunched over clutching my shin. And just like that, she ran away. They say a strong denial is a strong affirmation, right? Her actions made it even more certain. Last time, and this time, the person who had been stalking me was my favorite idol, Su-a. I had no idea why, but...
I stupidly pinched my own cheek. The pain still radiating from my shin was proof enough that this wasn't a dream, but I pinched my cheek just to be sure. What the hell? What is actually happening? This was the moment I realized that when a person is faced with something beyond their imagination, they can become this much of an idiot.
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I got into the elevator. "Hah...! Hah...! Hnghh...!" My heart felt like it was going to explode. I had run all the way from that spot to the dorm without stopping once. Once I finally calmed down, I slumped to the floor and struggled to catch my breath. "Uwaaaaaa...! It's ruined! It's all ruined!" I let out a shrill scream.
I had only intended to take a picture of him getting into his car and then leave. I never dreamed that Yujun-oppa would turn back around. I could have forgiven myself for that part. But I never imagined I would actually get caught. I was pretty confident in my running, but I never imagined he would lunge at me and tackle me like that.
—Ding.
The elevator arrived at the floor where our dorm was located. I went straight inside. The other members seemed to be asleep already. It made sense, since we had to wake up at dawn to head out. I had told them I was going out because I left something at the studio. In reality, I had gone out to take pictures of Yujun-oppa at his usual clock-out time. I snuck into my room, careful not to wake the members. For the record, thanks to our company's good benefits, we each had our own rooms.
"Haaaaa..." I let out a long sigh and collapsed onto the bed. My whole body was drenched in sweat. My nerves were still frayed, my heart was still pounding, and my stomach was fluttering uncontrollably. "...Kyuuuu!" I buried my face in my pillow and screamed. I kicked the bed as if I were having a tantrum. ...He noticed it was me, didn't he? With a bewildered voice, Yujun-oppa had asked, "Su-a?" And my answer to that had been the worst. I had essentially given an answer that confirmed I was indeed that Su-a. But what could I do? I couldn't exactly admit I was Su-a right there. I couldn't affirm it, and I couldn't deny it. No matter what I had said, Yujun-oppa would have been certain it was me.
"You idiot! You stupid idiot!" He would definitely despise me. He would curse me as a perverted woman who creepily stalks and secretly photographs her fans. ...Though, that part actually made my heart race a little. Still, the thought of my most precious fan losing his interest in me broke my heart. As an idol who could only shine through the support of fans, I shouldn't be thinking like this, but... I didn't care if other fans stopped supporting me. I only needed Yujun-oppa. Because he existed, I was able to reach this position, and because he existed, I could enjoy my life as an idol even now. And thinking about him helped me relieve my stress, too...
"Uwaaaaaa! Aaaaah! Uwaaaa!" I was truly going to go insane. Oh, I don't know. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. I chose escapism. I pulled the blanket over my head. If Yujun-oppa said he was going to stop being a fan, I'd just kidnap and imprison him and threaten him until he became a fan again. While indulging in such absurd fantasies, I slid my hand between my legs. Since I had a schedule tomorrow, I couldn't drink, so I decided to forget this complicated mess through pleasure. I rubbed my crotch over my clothes. I squeezed and kneaded my pussy, applying more force than usual, as if trying to crush it. I closed my eyes and chose a mental image to masturbate to.
'Stay still. It’s hard to take this off.'
The memory from a moment ago surfaced. It was the memory I wanted to forget the most, but it was also the sweetest fuel for my imagination. The sensation of being pinned down by Yujun-oppa. The fantasy of being forcibly stripped and ravished. I didn't have a specific preference for hardcore genres like rape or gang rape, but I harbored a young girl's romantic fantasy of being taken by Yujun-oppa like a beast. Because intense sex felt like a form of deep, passionate love. I slid my hand inside my pants. And like a monkey addicted to masturbation, I rubbed my pussy frantically. Pleasure began to pool in my lower abdomen, and my head grew hazy. As expected, there was nothing like masturbation for shaking off negative thoughts. Even if it was only for a brief moment, at the peak of climax, my mind would go blank, and I wouldn't be able to think about anything at all, which is why I masturbated like this whenever I had worries. And so, I comforted myself until the other members woke