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Sliide…
The demon's hand, which had been caressing my thigh, came to a stop — and when it lifted, its eyes met mine in midair.
At the sight of that sly, knowing smile, heat pooled low in my body, and every question I'd been meaning to ask the demon vanished in an instant.
"Ahem! Sh-shall we watch some TV?"
Desperate to redirect my thoughts, I turned on the television with an awkward cough.
Beep.
Wait — what?
The moment the screen lit up, there it was: a live program in which a female announcer was interviewing Silbi on air.
Silbi.
The famous girl-group idol the demon had devoured, existence and all, only days ago still looked every bit as beautiful — appearing on TV so flawlessly intact that no one would ever believe she was dead.
Watching her on the screen, I felt a creeping sense of wrongness settle over me.
She had met an absurd, horrific death on a live broadcast in front of countless watching eyes.
The fact that no one in the world but me remembered it left my feelings in a strange tangle.
Could any human even imagine that Silbi's shell — her personality, her body — was moving at the whim of a demon?
When the announcer asked, Silbi lifted her microphone and answered with a smile.
"…but I know fans at home and abroad are cheering me on. Everything I have, I owe to my fans."
When a voice identical to the one coming from the TV suddenly spoke right beside me, I whipped my head around in shock.
At some point the demon had taken on Silbi's form, and there it was, watching me while mimicking the TV Silbi's words word for word.
No — or was it rather that the Silbi on the screen was following the demon's lead?
Even the stage costume was exactly the same: the stark white tank top and the black tennis skirt.
When the plush chest of the Silbi who had been staring out from the TV appeared right before my eyes, my gaze followed it by pure male instinct.
"Dohyun Oppa… where exactly are you looking?"
As I glanced back and forth between the Silbi live on the broadcast and this second Silbi inside the apartment, the one in the room smiled sweetly and asked,
"Because since a moment ago…"
Sliide.
Silbi's index finger came sliding up along the fabric of my trousers.
"…you've been staring at my chest, haven't you?"
The climbing finger came to a stop near my crotch, already swollen to its absolute limit, and she looked up at me, made a show of licking her lips, and flashed a lewd smile.
Thump.
My heart began to hammer, and the moment I looked back at the TV, the Silbi on screen flashed the very same lewd smile — as if she were gazing straight at me beyond the frame.
"Is this chest… really that obscene to look at?"
Hah…
When Silbi exhaled that hot breath at me, low and husky, the thing I'd been struggling to subdue inside my pants gave up its rebellion and thrust itself brazenly upward.
"Your cock's standing nice and stiff, isn't it, Oppa?"
"Ngh…"
Silbi caught the head of the thing insisting on itself inside my pants between her fingertips and toyed with it in slow, teasing circles.
As I looked down at that scene — seductive and mocking all at once — I felt her body lean in against my forearm.
"Seeing a girl-idol's tits got you this hard?"
Silbi curled the corners of her mouth into a grin like a demon's.
That was not an expression the woman so beloved for her pristine conduct and innocence would ever have shown — and the sheer transgression of it sent the heat climbing even higher.
"Well? Tell me, Oppa. You looked at the chest of Silbi, the idol girl the whole world is watching — and your cock couldn't hold out and stood up rock hard, didn't it?"
"I, that's…"
Breathing raggedly, I hemmed and hawed.
My mind had gone white long ago.
"Don't worry, Oppa. This time, unlike before, there's nothing to stand in our way. There's no one in this house, and no one will ever come looking for you here."
Reading my thoughts, the demon soothed me.
Whatever I did to it now, no witness existed. Even if something immoral unfolded in this room, the only party involved would never breathe a word.
"Silbi is alive. Look, Oppa. She's breathing and speaking right there in front of you, isn't she? Does that look like a fake to you?"
The demon's next words reached into my heart, pulled the guilt still lingering there out into the open, and wiped it clean away.
No one would ever think the Silbi on TV was a fake.
With the same face, the same personality, the same memories, the same voice — who would dare call that existence false?
If she were a fake, someone would have caught on long ago, and the world would already be in an uproar.
Yet since that day, not a single word of doubt about Silbi's existence had surfaced anywhere.
Quite the opposite — she had exploded overseas, rocketing to world-star status and gathering more and more popularity by the day.
So what difference would it make if I did something to Silbi here?
There was no one in this room but Silbi and me anyway.
It wasn't as if the real Silbi — whose very existence the demon had devoured — would come back just because I refused.
Nothing would change, and therefore nothing was wrong.
Compared to the immoral, utterly absurd proposal the demon had once offered me, this was nothing at all.
Sliide.
Silbi reached out and stroked my cheek as she murmured,
"That's right — nothing changes, even if you violate this body of mine now. The Silbi on TV will go on exactly as she is. No one but you and me will ever know that Silbi has been violated. So…"
Following the demon's shifting gaze, I turned my eyes to the television.
The Silbi beyond the screen stared into the camera trained on her and mouthed the words, barely parting her lips —
[Vio-]
[late]
[me,]
[please.]
Small — for my eyes alone. Hidden from every other soul in the studio. Wearing a smile steeped in temptation.
Shlup…
"Ngh!!"
A warm, delicious sensation rose from below, startling me so badly my back arched.
Reflexively smothering the moan that leapt out of me, I looked down — and there, kneeling between my legs on the sofa at some point, was Silbi with my cock in her mouth.
My cock being sucked by a woman — a sight I had only ever seen in porn — spread out right before my eyes, and reality slipped away.
Shlup, slk…♥
From her saliva-drenched mouth came one vulgar, obscene sound after another.
On its heels, the soft, hot friction enclosing my cock added a continuous chorus of its own.
Silbi gazed up at me with eyes gone wanton.
Those eyes bored into every flicker of my face, determined not to miss a single reaction.
[The look on your face when you soak in pleasure — I never tire of watching it. It excites me and calms me all at once. How is it? This human woman's body? Is the temperature of her mouth agreeable? The pressure?]
The demon's voice, drifting from somewhere I couldn't place.
Shlup…
Quite apart from the demon's voice, Silbi's body kept working its head without pause, devoted to giving me pleasure.
Receiving fellatio from a woman for the first time in my life, I couldn't gather myself at all.
Under the crushing intensity of it, almost no rational thought remained in my head.
[Ahh… I'm happy. Your happiness makes me happy. When you feel good, I feel good too.]
Shluuurp—!!
Silbi swallowed my cock down to the very root, then dragged her lips up along the shaft under pressure — a long, filthy sound ringing through the room.
[So you like being sucked long and slow like that? Sorry — I'm still clumsy with human bodies. I'll try harder. Then how about this?]
Slk!, slk!…♥
Silbi's head began bobbing up and down, fast.
And with it, the intervals between the waves of pleasure narrowed.
Looking down at that sight, a heady rush of domination and transgression surged through me.
She was already a top idol in South Korea, and now a singer acclaimed the world over.
That noble, universally adored being had my cock in her mouth at this very moment, performing sexual acts on me.
The mouth that had once sung songs that stunned the world now worked obscenely, hungrily, for the sake of servicing one man's cock.
"Nghk… ghk! ghk!!"
[So you can make a face like that too. I hate seeing you suffer — but suffering from pleasure is a beautiful thing to watch. Another lovely expression added to my collection. I'll treasure the memory for the rest of my life.]
When my body jerked and shuddered under the thickened stimulation, the demon let out a softly sadistic ahaha of a laugh.
"Hah — ngh — I'm, I'm cumming…!"
Before long the signal came, and I cast everything aside and gave myself over to the sensation erupting from below.
Reflexively seizing Silbi's hair to endure the explosive urge, I shoved my cock deeper into her mouth.
Silbi didn't resist — rather, as if she welcomed it, she took my cock deeper than my hand guided it, down into her throat.
Fwuuurrt!!
"Ghk… nghh, ughh…"
Shuddering from head to toe as I poured out that sweet release, I felt the strength drain slowly from my whole body as I reached the far edge of pleasure.
Slump.
"Hah… hah…"
Just as I finished and collapsed back against the sofa's armrest, gasping in the afterglow —
Tap, tap.
At the feel of fingers tapping my thigh, I looked down to find Silbi still holding my cock in her mouth, tilting her head up with a flourish.
Pop♥
With a cheerful little pop of suction, my cock slipped free from her lips.
"Ahhh…"
Silbi opened her mouth wide to show me the cum I had spilled into her, then swirled it around as though savoring the taste.
And then —
Gulp—k!
Tilting her head back, she showed me, in real time, the cum that had rested in her mouth sliding down along her throat.
That provocative display rekindled the heat all through my exhausted body.
The Silbi on the TV was gazing at someone with a meaningful smile.
Before I knew it, the Silbi in the room had seated herself in front of the television, legs spread wide apart, wearing the very same meaningful smile as the Silbi on the screen.