Chapter 115
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: Jealousy in the Waiting Room
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There were so many things I wanted to ask. Every time I saw Oh Hana like that, questions bubbled up to the back of my throat, overflowing.
...Did you fuck that bastard? Have sex? Ever been intimate? Fucking hell. Every single question boiled down to whether they'd screwed.
'Guess that's the part that gets under my skin the most.'
But what can I say... it wasn't some vague faith. From the distance I'd observed between Oh Hana and that Riki prick...
"Egu-gu, eats so well. Even the way you eat is cute, our Riki oppa."
...Why the hell wouldn't they have?
'Even thinking it myself feels ridiculous.'
Sure, there wasn't a whiff of sex scandals or downfall rumors about Riki. But that could be swept under the rug by the company if they wanted. Hell, secret relationships were par for the course in the idol world, and plenty hooked up behind closed doors while pretending otherwise. They even say it's weirder if hot, good-looking kids crammed together don't end up banging.
Couldn't argue with that.
'I'm living in a studio with three beauties and banging them too, so who am I to judge?'
Twitch
What the...? Why did that feel like self-inflicted damage...?
I brushed off the faint bitterness and stared at Riki in the distance, wolfing down his burger like manners were optional.
'That prick's the type to let his dick run wild without a shred of self-control.'
They say you can predict a guy's moves just from his vibe, even without seeing it firsthand. And a sleazy asshole like that? No way his lower half stays clean. That's why my earlier thoughts felt even more absurd. A guy like him wouldn't turn down Oh Hana of all people. Hell, she could cure erectile dysfunction. And he'd say no to her?
'What if he's got some weird fetish?'
Some guys are like that, into stuff way off the mainstream...
'Ugh.'
Imagining it gave me the creeps in a whole different way.
"......"
What was the point of shadowboxing in my head all day? Without them spilling it, I'd never know the truth. Just me spinning fantasies.
'This is the second time, and I'm already getting used to it.'
No good. I shouldn't be getting comfortable with this.
That's why they say the first time's the hardest; everything after gets easier.
'Hmm.'
Honestly, it was kinda boring. Like standing guard at an ammo depot in light gear, if I had to compare.
The novelty flies by at first, but the second time? Time crawls. Those girls' makeup had to take at least two hours.
"......"
I browsed webtoons, fiddled with puzzle games, but the yawns kept coming. Man, I'm sleepy.
In the midst of it, Oh Hana caught my eye, grinning ear-to-ear while staring holes into Riki's face. Seeing that stirred something murky deep inside me.
The moment I gave in to it, I was poking her cheek and blurting it out.
"Hana, can we fuck here?"
"Huh? Here? Right now?"
"Yeah."
Oh Hana pondered it seriously. She stared into my eyes, then nodded.
"Sure. And from now on, you don't need permission. If you can handle the consequences, pound me anytime, anywhere. I'm pretty open about that stuff."
Too open? But on the flip side, just getting that permission made my chest swell.
It meant she trusted me that much. Lately, I'd been confirming it more and more. Like seeds I'd scattered were sprouting on their own, ripe for a satisfying harvest.
'The other girls aren't like this, right?'
Do they all feel obligated as women to relieve a guy's urges? Nah. If they did, our birth rate wouldn't have tanked to 0.5. No doubt about it—Oh Hana was special.
"But Riki oppa's gotta watch, so doggy from behind."
"Got it."
It bugged me that her eyes would be on him while we fucked, but somehow that fired me up more. Lit a blaze in my gut, really.
'Let's see if you can watch him all casual while getting railed.'
Men are helpless creatures. Too much peace, and we slack; we need that edge to go harder.
Right now was no different. Sex with Oh Hana was still great, but it couldn't match the dizzying thrill of our first time anymore. Habituation, I guess.
But now... not quite the same rush, but my heart was pounding all the same.
Gulp.
What if she doesn't react like I hope during sex with me?
...That tension and fear gnawed at me.
Yet the anticipation and excitement of maybe getting the reaction I craved had me buzzing.
'Damn, now I get gamblers.'
I'd never touch betting in my life, but I could see why addicts knew better yet couldn't quit.
Brain goes haywire.
Melted, they say? Overloaded on intense highs, everything else feels dull. Life without that kick gets boring, so they chase it again, consequences be damned.
I was sliding into that too, a bit.
Would old me have engineered this? Hell, I wouldn't have even asked to fuck here.
'I've changed.'
I'd figured efforts and experiences had shifted me, but it hadn't fully sunk in.
This moment? Crystal clear.
I'd changed. A lot.
"Oppa, changed your mind...? Ungh! Mmph, ungh... smooch."
Realizing it only hyped me more. Every move I made sparked sharper.
Grabbing her chin for a hard kiss? Old me wouldn't. Now? Effortless. And she wasn't the only one who'd evolved.
"Hngh, hng... smooch, smack... ungh... haang, hng. Smooch, smack."
She'd hyped seeing her fave idol, but one kiss in, and she was wrapping arms around my neck, twisting into a fierce makeout.
It overlapped with her stunned face from our first time, her comforting "everyone's like that at first"—and damn, it turned me on harder.
"Ah, screw it. Gotta go missionary first."
"But, hngh... ahng."
"I'll creampie quick, just a few pumps upfront. Been wanting to lift you and pound anyway. Sound good?"
"U, ungh... fine, really. Only 'cause you want it."
Electric.
No need to fear losing, huh? We'd barely started; hadn't even shown her the full dick yet. And here she was, eyes glossy with anticipation.
'Fuck, this hits different.'
Heart thumping loud. Rare thrill these days. Hell, maybe I owed Riki thanks.
"Wet it with your mouth."
"Got it."
Oh Hana unzipped me with just her mouth, fished out my cock.
Rubbed her cheek on it cutely, then massaged my balls with one hand while sucking me off.
"Hahk."
"Mmph, hngggh... sluuuurp, slurp, sluuuurp! Gulp, ungh, oppa's cock... it's way too big now. Ngh, how? Haang, it used to fit perfectly at first. Now half in and it's already throat-fucking me, slurp, slurp."
"That's the best part, right?"
"Sure, but, hee... sluuuurp, slurp, sluuuurp, glrk, glk...!"
I stroked her slyly smiling head, savoring the bliss. Physical pleasure's always good, but today? Amped up. Mental high? Leagues beyond normal.
No wonder couples chase new thrills.
Same routine dulls even deep love eventually. Gotta remember that.
Truth is, I hadn't tried varying things to claim the studio girls. Just lucky breaks.
Can't bank on luck forever; time to plan sometimes.
"Ngh, oppa... holding your cock in my mouth's got me craving cum. Hngh, hng...".
"Habit makes me wanna pull and shoot in your mouth too. Pretty makeup, so swallow every drop clean. Got it? Or should I just throat-fuck it in?"
"Ungh, slurp... fuck my throat. Hngh, too hard for me. You do it... deep inside."
Innocents would freak at this talk. Old me might've too. Not anymore.
We tossed it around casually now.
"Throat-fucking."
Short warning, then I gripped her head and rammed deep.
"Mmgh, ungh...! Glrk, glrk."
Squeeze, squiiiish... air whooshed from her throat as my cock plunged in and out.
Tears welled, her Adam's apple twitched, squeezing my cock tight. Routine now. She'd taken countless throat-pies from me.
I was pro at using mouths as pussies too. Cumming straight down the gullet.
"Fuck, cumming."
"Uuuuuungh...! Nnghhuuuu...!"
Spurt, spurt.
...Thick cum slid down her throat into her belly. She shuddered happily. Her body, broken in by me, leaked pussy juice just from my load.
Juices trailed down her bare legs under her skirt. Panties overwhelmed already.
"Ahhng...! Hngh, gulp, ungh... gulp, ungh."
Even after I pulled out, she gulped repeatedly, swallowing remnants. Then licked me clean like always.
Watching her, my cock throbbed.
"Lift one leg."
"Like this?"
"Yeah."
I nodded, rubbed her soaked pussy a few times, then slammed in.
"Uhaaaang...!"
Oh Hana moaned loud, clinging tight. Pleasure crashed with triumph, electrifying every inch of me.