Chapter 86
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: Se-ah's Letter
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Hmm.
Did I go a bit too far?
I kept licking her until Se-ah begged me to stop.
Se-ah had melted like a snowman in the sun.
"Uuu..."
Se-ah looked up at me with teary eyes full of resentment.
Adorable.
"I'm going to put it in now, Se-ah."
Se-ah turned her head away, as if to say, Do whatever you want.
Every little gesture was so cute.
Not the calculated moves of idol Se-ah.
This was the real Han Se-ah, pure and unfiltered.
I didn't use a condom or anything.
Mom might kill me if she found out, but I didn't want to with Se-ah.
Just this once.
Feeling it through a condom would be too heartbreaking for that one time.
Se-ah couldn't possibly have anything contagious.
And a perfect idol like her wouldn't be taking any meds like Mi-so was.
"Se-ah, it's okay."
She probably thought she was hiding it well.
But her averted eyes betrayed her fear.
Fear of her first time.
Fear of taking in a stranger.
"Trust me and leave it to me."
I brushed aside her sweat-dampened hair.
I tilted her chin up to meet her gaze.
I wanted to take in every bit of Han Se-ah.
Her anxious expression right before, the pained look as she took me in for the first time.
These were limited editions of Han Se-ah that only I knew.
"I'm honored to be Se-ah's first man."
"Eut!"
Into Han Se-ah's virgin pussy, so tight not even a finger would fit...
I thrust my cock, ten times thicker.
Squelch.
I broke the airtight seal of her virginity.
"Ah...!"
Se-ah's eyes flew wide open.
Pain, fear, tension.
All that torment reflected in her eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay."
I wasn't sure how much empty words could help.
But I wanted to comfort her, even a little.
For the woman who had to give her virginity to a man who wasn't the one she loved.
To ease her pain even slightly.
"Hic!"
I pushed in mercilessly to the hilt.
Into the depths of the woman offering herself to another man for his sake.
Se-ah's nails dug into my shoulder.
Nothing compared to the pain she must be feeling.
The silhouette of my cock rose on Se-ah's lean lower belly.
Just that told me how much of a burden this was for her.
"Se-ah, can you feel it? I'm right here inside you."
Pity and affection welled up as I stroked her belly.
I could even feel the touch through to my cock.
But Se-ah didn't seem to hear me at all.
"Haat, haat, haat."
Se-ah breathed heavily, trying to endure the pain.
Her teary eyes were beautiful.
Even after all that foreplay, was the pain inevitable?
"Se-ah, I know it's tough, but just bear with it a little longer."
I started slow thrusts back and forth.
Slowly, so she could get used to the pain even a bit.
"Hngg..."
A nasal whimper holding back the pain.
She tried not to show it, but it leaked out anyway.
Even that was lovable.
Everything about Han Se-ah was lovable.
Why did it have to be just once?
I already regretted it midway through.
Regrettable, so regrettable.
But I had to finish quickly.
This blissful time for me was pure agony for her.
I didn't want to use her up in meaningless sex devoid of love.
After this, idol Han Se-ah's activities would continue.
Maybe even starting tonight.
And tomorrow, and the day after.
The perfect idol Se-ah would push through the pain with painkillers if needed.
Her sense of responsibility wouldn't let her skip out.
But I didn't want to burden her like that.
Even if it was for another man.
She was my idol.
I couldn't convey these feelings to her.
She wouldn't understand anyway.
But that was fine.
I was her fan.
Watching her was enough to make me happy.
"Uht!"
"Ah...!"
...I just hoped she wouldn't think I was premature.
A bit early, but I released my seed inside Se-ah.
Even after spilling into the best woman, my cock complained.
Why'd you finish so fast?
Shut up, you horny goat.
I'm conflicted too.
I pulled out of Se-ah's trembling body, wracked with pain.
My cock was stained with her blood.
She might freak if she saw, so I quickly wiped it on the sheets.
"Se-ah, thank you. It felt amazing."
"...Is it, over?"
"Yeah. Can you stand?"
Se-ah looked a little relieved at the word "over."
I got up to wash her.
"After a girl's first time, the guy always washes her."
"Really?"
No such rule, but I wanted to.
I scooped up her worryingly light body and carried her to the shower.
I lathered up her sweat-slicked skin and washed myself too while at it.
Her poor swollen pussy, I just rinsed the outside with warm water.
My semen was probably swimming inside her, so I didn't clean deep. It'd hurt anyway.
As expected of an idol. Se-ah was already standing on her own two feet like it was nothing.
As her fan, I was proud.
After the shower, we dried off.
I blow-dried Se-ah's long hair.
Our happy time was ending.
Once we left this room, Se-ah would become another man's woman.
My chest ached.
"Se-ah, changed your mind at all?"
"...I'm sorry."
There was more hesitation than at first.
But the result was the same.
Sad, but inevitable.
I couldn't abandon my family for Han Se-ah either.
"...Not as a substitute or anything."
Se-ah stopped drying her hair, got down from the chair, and knelt on the floor.
"Ah."
"You did it for me too, Sun-hu."
Then Se-ah took my cock and started licking the tip.
Her clumsy fellatio as a perfect idol reignited my suppressed lust.
A warm, tingling sensation stimulated my cock.
"Se-ah..."
I stroked her still-damp hair.
My half-hearted erection shed tears of joy.
Probably no one else would ever experience Han Se-ah's clumsy blowjob.
From the second time, even that would be perfect for her.
My mental collection of Han Se-ah limited editions grew.
Even if Se-ah loved another man, I'd remain her fan.
"Sun-hu, please keep this our secret. I beg you."
"...Got it. Once I leave this room, I'll forget all about Se-ah."
Everything was over.
Se-ah and I stood at the suite's entrance.
Once we stepped through this door, we'd be strangers.
What happened today would be a one-night dream, and we'd become people who didn't know each other.
Sad, but I had to accept it.
"...We haven't left yet."
With that excuse, I kissed Se-ah's lips.
Sweet.
But once our lips parted, the regret only grew.
"...Me too."
This time, Se-ah stood on tiptoe and kissed me.
Se-ah always tried to give back whatever I did.
Competitive personality, I guess.
That's why she was perfect at everything.
Ahh. Damn it.
Why is she so cute?
Makes me not want to let her go.
...That thief.
I can't forgive him.
I won't hand over my Se-ah!
I have to, but...
Not without a fight!
"...Se-ah, one last request?"
Se-ah and I left the hotel room and headed to EFL.
The president was still at the lounge table.
Head in hands, slumped over.
Like a prophet who'd foreseen the apocalypse.
"President Choi Dae-seung."
At my call, the pale middle-aged man looked up.
He'd aged ten years while Se-ah and I made love.
Where was the brilliant producer? Now just a salaryman agonizing over performance.
Sheesh. If it was gonna torment him this much, he shouldn't have started.
What drove him to this?
Se-ah and I stood before him, holding hands blatantly.
Arms linked, fingers interlaced.
Anyone would see us as lovers.
He probably did too. Despair settled in his eyes.
And the finishing blow.
I lightly kissed Se-ah's lips.
Se-ah shyly pushed at my chest.
We looked like a fresh young couple just starting out.
The president looked ready to burst into tears.
...Time to stop messing around.
Nothing uglier than a middle-aged man crying.
"President Choi Dae-seung. Don't make Se-ah sad ever again. Please."
Then I handed Se-ah's hand to him.
Like a father passing the bride's hand to the groom at a wedding.
His eyes widened.
Even after sleeping with me, Se-ah chose Choi Dae-seung over Jin Sun-hu.
He must feel like he owned the world.
Damn! Must be nice!
The president bowed happily to me.
I turned wordlessly and left.
Damn.
Not jealous at all, okay?
I've got Mom, my sisters, and Mi-so!
And our Mi-so's even more popular than Se-ah!
Damn it!
A few days later.
I got a letter from Han Se-ah.
Tensed up thinking it might be some weird video or USB.
Thankfully, just a letter.
To Jin Sun-hu,
Thank you for helping me with that difficult request.
Since we won't meet again, I'm writing this letter.
Thanks to you, Sun-hu, that matter is resolved well.
The president has reflected deeply too.
He promised me he won't do it again.
I doubt it'll happen anymore.
But if his illness flares up again,
I'd like to ask you for help once more, Sun-hu.
Han Se-ah.
"Tch."
I crumpled the letter and tossed it in the trash.
Who're you trying to make jealous?
Damn.
......
......
Moments later, I fished it out of the trash.
Ironed it carefully and stowed it preciously in my drawer.
Han Se-ah's precious handwritten letter.
As her fan, I couldn't possibly throw it away.
Damn it!