Our Ho-gu Comes Dirt Cheap
"Our Ho-gu's going rate is dirt cheap, huh?"
"Th-that means..."
"It means you can cum inside."
The towel could have slid right off my cock for all I noticed. For a second, my head just went blank. Shim Sona kept talking anyway, perching on the edge of the bed with her shoes still on.
"So go easy on the jerking off and save your cum. We're practicing again next week."
Seriously. Han Seoyeon was one thing, but now even Shim Sona? What the hell was wrong with them. Back in high school, Han Seoyeon had been the girl who smiled bright and clear and called me sunbae~. Shim Sona had been the one who took a single look at me and told me I stank, so get lost. To the two of them I was an errand boy and a piece of the backdrop. Not someone you asked to shove his cock in your pussy.
And yet, starting yesterday, a top idol had shown up at my studio apartment telling me to have sex with her. Today, an actress with a ten-million-viewer blockbuster was saying she'd buy the morning-after pill, so I could cum inside.
Fuck. What the hell has the entertainment industry done to these girls.
Shim Sona, maybe. But Han Seoyeon had been so clear, so bright...
"What are you thinking?"
Shim Sona's eyes went sharp in an instant. Whether it was an actress's eye for detail or just her garbage personality from the start, she was a bitch who caught the smallest shift in a person's face like a ghost.
"You dumbass. You were thinking about Han Seoyeon just now, weren't you? The fuck? You wanna dump another load in Seoyeon's pussy?"
I couldn't answer. Because I had been. That short silence alone seemed to be answer enough, and Shim Sona finally climbed up onto the bed. Shoes and all, she stepped onto the mattress and sat herself straight down on my cock. Under her weight, even the towel that had barely been hanging on slid off completely, and my bare cock pressed flush against the crotch of her jeans. She didn't care. She shoved her face in close.
"Hey. You just did it with me, and you have the nerve to think about some other bitch?"
Ah. Did I actually get under her skin? Disgust, or pride—either way, I'd definitely touched a nerve in one Shim Sona.
Fair enough. Back in high school I'd been the Jjindda sunbae and club president who moved without a word of complaint and dropped his eyes the second they met hers. And that same guy had just rawed her pussy and still, for a second, thought of another woman. Of all people, her friend Han Seoyeon. From where Shim Sona stood, that was more than enough to wreck her pride.
"N-no...! She said she was coming again, so I was just wondering why she changed like that..."
"Changed? This is why you're a dumbass Ho-gu. At least I ordered you around to your face. Hey, sunbae, do this. Do that. Zero pretense, completely shameless. And Han Seoyeon?"
She pressed in even closer, close enough that her breath touched the tip of my nose. On instinct I started to lift a hand, hesitating over whether to grab her waist, and barely managed to freeze it in midair as I answered.
"Seoyeon... she at least asked nicely..."
"Right. She asked while grinning like an idiot every single time. 'Sunbae~, could you maybe do this for me~?' Pulling that crap. And then sunbae would go all slack-jawed and happily do every damn thing she wanted."
Shim Sona even mimicked Han Seoyeon's signature way of talking as she dragged the past back up. Fuck. Dead-on. Actress or not, the tone, the face, even the way she melted a person—it was a perfect copy. Apparently the fact that I was still covering for Han Seoyeon, still calling her a nice junior, looked pathetic beyond belief.
"Get it now? It wasn't that the bitch was bright and nice. It was that sunbae was a Ho-gu who was stupidly easy to handle. Of course, even now, flash him a pussy once and he comes running like a dog to shove his cock in. A dumbass in heat."
She was right. No—I'd known. Idiot or not, how could I not have known it was a trick meant to use me?
But that face. Han Seoyeon in the corner of the practice room, straining under a speaker that looked like it weighed a solid twenty-five pounds, tilting her head just a little as she smiled.
"Sunbae, I'm going up to the roof to film a Shorts video of my choreography practice. Could you carry this up for me?"
The moment I faced that angel's face and that voice, forget refusing—I was already hauling the speaker up the stairs. From a Jjindda's point of view, her way had been so much more welcome. At least Han Seoyeon smiled every time she asked. For me back then, that was enough.
To begin with, nobody at school ever spoke to me first. An orphan, an ordinary face, a guy with no presence at all—who was going to come up to him? The student who hauled boxes in the back during festivals and got shoved out of the frame whenever they took a group photo. That was my place.
But a pretty junior called me sunbae without fail and smiled at me. One of the prettiest girls in the whole school, even. So what if I carried something heavy, ran to the school store once or twice, filmed until practice was over? I figured if I volunteered hard enough, she'd come looking for me again next time. What did fake or not even matter? Just the fact that she talked to me had already been good.
"I know."
So I didn't bother denying it.
"You know...?"
"Yeah. When she wasn't putting me to work... I acted like I didn't notice."
At that, the eyebrow of the Shim Sona sitting on top of me lifted a little.
"And you still did all that shit for her?"
"Yeah. Even if it was fake, that was all I had."
Shim Sona lost her words for a moment. No. With the crotch of her jeans still pressed to my cock, the eyes looking down at me wavered just a little.
But I knew. It wasn't pity, and it wasn't her feeling sorry for me. She'd thrown the question out to provoke me, and I'd admitted it far too easily. Normally you'd deny it out of sheer embarrassment, or at least make the excuse that you'd been young back then. Shim Sona had been in the industry a long time, so she was probably even more used to wiping her own feelings out first. No matter how shitty you felt, smiling for the camera was the job. So she must have assumed everyone else worked the same way—that you wrapped the embarrassing, pathetic past up nice and hid it, and that you never let a wound show, even if it killed you.
I didn't have any of that. I just laid it bare. It was all in the past anyway. What would change if I pretended otherwise now? If it was embarrassing, it was just embarrassing. There was no reason to prop up a pride I didn't even have and insist it wasn't true.
"Fuck, they had you for dirt cheap, huh?"
"What...?"
"So yesterday too, you let her use even your cock for the price of Han Seoyeon smiling at you? Our Ho-gu's going rate is dirt cheap, huh?"
But why had the conversation jumped here? Intentional or not, Shim Sona ground the crotch of her jeans harder against my cock. Through the denim, the soft flesh of her pussy slid down along my shaft and slowly pressed on the stiff head.
"N-no. She didn't smile yesterday. She just demanded it outright, and I was shocked too. She was even swearing, which isn't like Seoyeon..."
"Pfft. That bitch Seoyeon, swearing? Guess she got so thirsty for sex she quit putting on the act?"
Shim Sona dropped her waist lower and brought her mouth closer to my ear. At the same time the jeans dragged slowly down my cock once more, top to bottom. This time the movement was clearly on purpose.
"So was it better with her?"
"What...?"
"The bitch who smiled while she used you, and the bitch who cursed you out and used you to your face—whose pussy got you harder?"
...Huh? The question came in so straight that my cock reacted first, and my mouth opened a beat late.
"How am I supposed to... pick. They were both just good."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Answer."
Shim Sona's small hand smacked my chest. It didn't hurt, but it carried exactly as much weight as the anger behind it.
"Between my pussy and Seoyeon's pussy, which one gets you harder."
Why was she throwing me a question this impossible. To a guy as green as me, a woman's pussy got you hard no matter whose it was—something you didn't dare put a price on.
Come to think of it, even back in high school, calling themselves friends, they'd been quietly sizing each other up. When Han Seoyeon got praised, Shim Sona's face changed, and when Shim Sona got cast, Han Seoyeon would smile and start talking about something other than congratulations. Years later, the ground where they overlapped was different, but the habit of watching each other seemed exactly the same.
In that case—since she'd gotten one over on me a minute ago by calling it acting—maybe I ought to mess with her once, too. As long as Shim Sona was sitting on my cock harping on Han Seoyeon, just sitting there and taking every hit felt way too Ho-gu.
Of course I was scared. With her personality, she might slap me across the face on the spot, or twist my cock in her hand. On top of that, the Jjindda habit was still in my body, so the second the other person was Shim Sona I instinctively watched her mood. Still. I'd already shoved my cock raw into this bitch's pussy once, hadn't I?
So I did it on purpose. Slow. Looking up into Shim Sona's eyes.
"Seoyeon's chest was a bit bigger, though..."
Just as I'd expected, the moment she heard it, Shim Sona's face hardened all at once. The hips that had been moving like a provocation stopped too. Because of that, I could feel my erect cock, pressed into the crotch of her jeans, just standing there with nothing to do.
"What...?"
She slowly straightened out of the lean. Her gaze dropped, naturally, to her own chest. An A-cup. A size you could tell without bothering to measure. Definitely smaller next to Han Seoyeon. And hers was the face of the person who knew that better than anyone.
"I told you to talk about pussies. Who said you get to talk about some other bitch's chest size in front of me?"
For a second, it felt like the room had dropped five degrees. Regret came flooding in. So this was why they said a person ought to know their place. Yeah, why'd you go and spread your pussy and make me brave enough to start running my mouth about Seoyeon's chest...
"Hey. Hey. Shim Sona, what are you doing?"
But why was she pushing her hips back? She even unzipped the leather jacket she'd had zipped up tight. And that wasn't all.
"It's thick."
Before I knew it, Shim Sona's face was right in front of my cock. The head standing straight up was close enough to almost touch her lips. That was the moment the jolt hit, her hot breath catching right on the tip.
"Hey. Not next week. Let's do it now."
"What...?"
"Forget size. I'll make you cum with technique. Something Seoyeon can't do."
Her small hand closed around my shaft.