Chapter 111
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Dream Come True
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"The dream I desperately wished for has come true."
Without any warning, song lyrics popped out of Oh Hana's mouth. But no one was fazed. Were they just used to it by now?
"Hoo."
"……."
Han Aebom let out a soft sigh as she plugged her ears, while Yoon Sua simply nodded, accepting it as par for the course.
Riki, the leader of Genesis Eleven. It had been three days since Oh Hana won a spot at that bastard's fan signing event... not a fan meeting. During that time, she'd been humming Genesis Eleven songs nonstop.
It felt like their full playlist on repeat. I'd heard unknown tracks so many times that even the lyrics came naturally to mind.
"I'm so lucky."
That was probably from "Lucky Baby" on their third mini-album. Damn. Just listening from the sidelines, and I'd already memorized them all.
"Gotta shower. Gotta head to work!"
Humming away, she flung off her clothes in one go. Oh Hana stripped down to her underwear in seconds, then tossed that aside too. As Yoon Sua bent to pick it up and tidy, Han Aebom's eyes flashed with anger.
"Hey, Oh Hana! At least put your dirty clothes and underwear in the laundry basket properly! Is Sua unnie your mom?"
"Sorry, Mom!"
"Who's your mom! Hey!"
"Yorleyohi!"
No matter what Han Aebom said, it fell on deaf ears. With the happiest look on her face, Oh Hana slipped naked into the bathroom.
"That girl for real!"
Thwack, thwack.
Han Aebom slapped the thick book she held against her palm a few times. No idea what she was sizing up, but my nape itched oddly. When she gripped it with both hands and swung at the air, my cheek tingled. Why?
"Aebom, hold it in. She's just that excited. And it's actually a good thing. She should enjoy it while she's happy. She's usually good about stuff like this."
At Yoon Sua's words, Han Aebom quickly calmed down. Yoon Sua gestured around the room as she watched.
From idol posters to tumblers, cup coasters, dolls to take to the salon, photocard sets, acrylic stands, keychains, and more... an insane amount of merch everywhere.
"Just look at all this idol stuff scattered around. You can tell how much she's been looking forward to it. Once the signing's over, she'll snap back. Let her enjoy it for now."
Yoon Sua was right.
Plus, Oh Hana had blown two months' salary on album CDs just for a shot at this signing. If I'd scratched 2 million won in lottery tickets and hit the jackpot on one, I'd react the same way.
Shoooo!
Mixed with the shower spray came more of Oh Hana's endless humming. It was clearly an upbeat melody, but it grated on me nonstop.
It was something to celebrate, and I had congratulated her. But back then, it felt like thorns sprouted in my mouth. Nothing stung worse. Like invisible barbs shredding the inside of my cheeks. Those thorns felt like they'd burrowed deep inside now.
"I'm off~!"
"Get out already!"
Han Aebom's language had gotten rougher lately. Was it Oh Hana's fault... or the internet's...?
She better not pick up weird crap from strange communities.
'Now's not the time to worry about others.'
I shook my head. I was the one in serious trouble right now.
While Oh Hana buzzed with excitement every day over her signing win, I was trudging the exact opposite path.
It wasn't just heartburn anymore. My head genuinely hurt.
Never imagined I'd face worries like this in life. I'd figured I'd stay a virgin forever, just jerking off to porn.
'Fuck.'
Honestly, I wasn't even sure what to call these feelings. Jealousy? Irritation from possessiveness? Maybe both.
One thing was clear: I felt like shit. Couldn't even trash-talk ugly bastards anymore. Not when I was acting just like one. If that Riki prick appeared in front of me now, I'd high-kick the back of his head without hesitation.
Just imagining it eased my mood a bit, then reality crashed in. What the hell was I doing?
[Prevent Oh Hana from leaving the studio apartment]
[0/1]
[Reward: 1,000,000 won, Strength +1, Stamina +1, Talent Insight Skill]
[Talent Insight Skill is the ability to view the opponent's talents and grades.]
The quest window popped up as infrequently these days as Oh Hana's humming. It felt like it was reigniting my trust issues and paranoid personality disorder, barely forgotten.
Humans are ironic. When you're in good shape, positive thoughts dominate. When down, negativity floods in. Just recently, I'd happily pondered who my future wife might be. Now, bad thoughts and nightmares plagued me nonstop.
'Gotta follow her. No choice.'
Even elsewhere, I'd have to tail her. But to that fucking Riki's fan signing? Who knows what could happen there?
"Hoo...!"
I wasn't even at the venue yet, hadn't told Oh Hana I'd tag along, and my heart was already a mess. If it was this bad already, I dreaded imagining how shitty I'd feel arriving at the actual spot on the day.
'At least tell Oh Hana I'm coming.'
I seriously debated texting since saying it casually face-to-face felt impossible. Then Han Aebom's face popped up out of nowhere.
"Not sleeping?"
"Huh? Oh..."
I'd been staring at my phone like a zombie and reacted a beat late. Right, it was about time to crash for my night shift. Was it better stamina, or unease keeping me awake? Not sleepy either way.
'Signing's Sunday, so no need to tell the Store Manager I'm off.'
Lucky break.
Maybe Genesis Eleven had enough seniority, too many members, or personal reasons—who knew. They rarely did full-group stuff or comebacks anyway. If they did, Oh Hana'd start stalking again, and I'd have to skip shifts for a week or two, trailing her.
"Not sleeping, Hyunwoo?"
"Ah! Sorry. Yeah, should. Wait a sec."
She looked annoyed at the repeated question, her face a bit sulky.
"Looks like insomnia. Want me to help?"
"Huh? What do you... Nngh."
Before I could clear the misunderstanding, Han Aebom had yanked down my pants and was rubbing her face against my panties. Pleasure crept up, sealing my lips.
I was pretty used to it by now anyway. Even before that motel night, she'd jump me when Oh Hana was out. Post-motel, it just ramped up in frequency and boldness.
"Drain some semen, and you'll sleep like a baby, right?"
"Yeah... probably."
I nodded vaguely, stroking her hair and pressing her head down. Her nose and lips rubbed my cock through the fabric, and it swelled quickly.
Then, the tip of my fully erect cock poked out over the waistband. Up to here, it was business as usual.
"Mind if I join?"
"Huh?"
Yoon Sua, done with dishes, asked casually. We both startled. She'd always just watched from the side—this was new.
Join? So... both sucking my cock? Together?
"That’s..."
Han Aebom trailed off in total fluster. Rare sight—the great Han Aebom lost for words.
Meanwhile, imagining both women sucking me made my cock twitch harder, throbbing eagerly. The fantasy alone had me leaking pre-cum uncontrollably.
"……."
Han Aebom's eyes narrowed at the sight.
"...Fine. Let's do it together, unnie."
If it were Oh Hana, she'd call bullshit and dropkick me. Must be Yoon Sua, so she relented. Everyone in the studio apartment was weak to her. She cooked three meals daily, cleaned, did laundry... You'd have to be inhuman not to melt.
"Thanks, Aebom."
"No biggie, unnie."
She played it cool, but Han Aebom was clearly embarrassed and awkward. No clue how to coordinate. Plus, sharing one cock meant lips might brush or bump. Her face screamed inner turmoil.
"Weather's warming up. Strip right away?"
Yoon Sua shed her clothes first. Han Aebom flinched, then followed.
Oh. Fuck...
I'd seen them strip and naked countless times. But knowing these two would soon share my cock? Way hotter.
"Nngh..."
Yoon Sua sighed softly, winded just from peeling off clothes due to her massive breasts. Even that sounded erotic.
Meanwhile, side-by-side, Han Aebom eyed Yoon Sua's chest versus hers.
"Whoa, Aebom's plenty big too."
"I know."
Han Aebom nodded coolly. Hers weren't small—borderline D-cup? Plenty voluptuous. Perfect for paizuri.
Yoon Sua's were just absurdly huge.
"Hyunwoo, lift your legs."
"Ah, sure."
I complied, and they stripped my pants and panties. Mine landed on Han Aebom's blanket as usual.
"So long and thick. Thicker than a cucumber. Huge, right Aebom?"
"Yes. Hyunwoo's cock is well above global average in length and girth. Virility's top-tier too."
Bet she Googled that. Only seen mine, though.
Their stares bored into my cock, making it twitch. Like on cue, both licked their lips.
"Nngh..."
"...Heads bump like this, unnie."
Positioned on either side for their usual licks, their foreheads clunked. To avoid faces touching, they tilted heads up, tongues extended long.
"This works. Lick, slurp..."
"Kinda. Nngh, unnie's tongue brushes mine sometimes, and Hyunwoo's cock tastes like you..."
"Hate it, Aebom?"
"Not... hate. Unnie."
"Me neither. Feels good."
Good for me too. Not deepthroating like usual—just dual tongue assault from both sides.
Even that spiked my urge to cum sky-high. Novel thrill. Visually insane: Han Aebom and Yoon Sua's tongues entwining around my cock.
Epic.
"Nngh, ugh...! Gonna cum already."
"Huh? W-Wai—Kyaa!"
"Nngh...!"
As I tensed to blow, they dove to mouth it like always—and foreheads clashed again.
My semen erupted over both their faces.
And that wasn't all...
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My phone rang simultaneously.
[Dad]
Dad. Shit!