Idol Fan Signing Event (3): Fans on the Edge
The fans waiting for Rainbow Girls, the chairman's favorites, had already hit their limit of patience.
"When the hell are Rainbow Girls showing up?!"
"Erika! Eriiikaaa~!!"
"Is Brittany's blonde hair dyed or natural?! Is it her real hair?!!"
"I still like Wonyoung the best!"
"Mei's bun hairstyle is so cute!!"
"Ugh, but how long do we have to wait?"
"It's been over 30 minutes already!!"
"I bought so many albums just to get these signing tickets, this is ridiculous!!"
The fans' grumbles pierced the sky. Thousands of people sweating under the blazing sun for over half an hour, their beads of sweat rising like steam. What they called a "fan aura" had formed.
"Hey, didn't the news say something about an attack here today? Something about raping Erika or whatever?"
"You think they'd actually show? It's just internet tough guys talking big, total losers."
"Place is crawling with armed cops anyway. Even if they came, they couldn't do shit."
"Fuck this! I can't wait anymore! Makes me wanna start a riot. Bring out Rainbow Girls!!"
Bang!Bang bang!!
The sudden gunfire silenced even the angry crowd. Gunshots at a fan signing? All eyes turned to see Kim Dahyeon, the detective squad chief, holding a pistol with a bored, hazy expression.
She'd fired blanks into the air to get their attention.
"Alright, everyone. Rainbow Girls delayed their entrance to avoid the threatened attack. They're on their way now. Just so you know, since we don't know when this attacker might show, we're authorized to use force at any time. Please cooperate. Oh, looks like Rainbow Girls are here."
Finally, the stars arrived. The fans erupted in cheers, and Rainbow Girls teared up at the massive turnout. How brutal had the competition been to become idols? Their dreams were finally coming true.
"Everyone! I'm Erika! Thanks for coming!"
"I'm Mei! You know bun-head Mei, right?!"
"I-I'm Brittany... ♡ Hauh♡"
"I'm the maknae, Park Wonyoung! Aren't I cute~?"
The four members' colorful greetings sent the fans into a frenzy. Desperate to get closer—maybe even touch them—they surged forward.
Bang!
Another blank fired.
"Listen up, all you Rainbow Girls fans! Their safety comes first, right? No physical contact. Stay at least a meter away and express your love with words only. Words only. Now, line up by ticket number and greet your bias one by one. Remember: no one touches Rainbow Girls!"
Under Kim Dahyeon's control, the crowd grumbled but obeyed. They all loved Rainbow Girls and agreed protecting them was paramount—especially with the attack threat stirring anxiety. Skipping handshakes was fine if it kept the girls safe. Just talking would suffice.
"Protect Rainbow Girls!"
"No one lays a hand on Erika!"
"What about Brittany's massive white-girl tits?"
"Hell yeah! Let's guard pure white Mei!"
"Whoever touches Wonyoung, I'll take 'em out myself!"
United under the banner of love for Rainbow Girls, they stood firm. Now it was time: ticket order, starting with number one, to greet their favorite member.
First up: a chubby young guy with a headband, hesitating before heading to Brittany.
"Brittany noona! I spent over 2 million won just to meet you! No regrets now, even if I die!"
"Hahaha, you're exaggerating."
"Not at all! No Brittany, no life!"
"Oh, my fan chant. Thank you."
"Um... sorry, but could we maybe shake hands...?"
Kim Dahyeon, gun holstered, glared menacingly as she approached, and Brittany waved it off with a smile.
"Sorry~ Not today."
"R-right?"
"Everyone's on edge with the attack threat. Really sorry."
"N-no, I get it... but,"
The chubby guy glanced at the man groping Brittany's breasts from behind her chair.
"Who's that guy?"
"Oh... he's a friend."
"He gets to touch Rainbow Girls? Isn't that dangerous?"
"Eh... it's fine. Ahn♡ H-Hoyoung. Pinching my nipple like that suddenly... ♡"
"H-ha, yeah, guess it's fine. Th-thanks for the show!"
Despite spending 2 million won under the mission to protect them, the young man fled without a handshake. But he felt deep gratitude toward the nameless Kim Hoyoung.
'Brittany's face when her nipple gets pinched... Thanks for the fap fuel, bro!'
Next was a rare female fan—a cute college girl, an exchange student from Japan. She rushed to Erika, confessing her admiration.
"Erika unnie! I do ballet too, and seeing you show off your dance skills abroad made me a fan!"
"Aw, thanks. Your name...?"
"Sayaka!"
"Got it, Sayaka. Thanks for liking me."
"No way! Erika unnie's the idol of Japanese girls right now!"
Sayaka's eyes sparkled with near-worship as she praised Erika, who seemed pleased by the fellow expat's words.
"Really? That makes me happy~ Honestly, I push myself to get Mom's approval."
"S-secretly, I wanna debut as a K-pop idol too, but Mom's against it... How'd you overcome yours?"
"Haven't fully yet, but show consistent effort—no side distractions. No booze, no smokes, no boyfriends."
"I see... So pretty Erika unnie has no boyfriend?"
"Vowed no guys till success. First kiss still intact."
Just then, Kim Hoyoung, bored of Brittany's tits, wandered over to Erika.
"Hey, Erika. Kiss me."
"Sure."
Mwah.
Lips met right in front of Sayaka, who kept her admiring gaze without a hint of disappointment.
"Erika unnie, do idols really need to stay virgins?"
"Not necessarily, but fans probably don't like their faves messing with guys."
"Got it. Gotta save myself then—success over boys!"
"Hehe, good luck."
Sayaka had that fresh, cute charm perfect for idol aspirations. It caught Kim Hoyoung's eye.
"Uh... Sayaka, right?"
"Yes? Who're you?"
"Mind if I check your pussy real quick?"
"? Sure, go ahead."
"Lift your skirt then. I'll eat it out."
"Okay... eat me please. Oh, Erika unnie, one more question. What if a boyfriend wants sex?"
While Kim Hoyoung dove under her skirt, Sayaka casually consulted Erika on career advice like nothing was happening. Erika answered earnestly.
"Refuse, duh. Scandals are a nightmare."
"As expected."
Her face flushed as his tongue toyed with her folds. Kim Hoyoung slapped her ass from below.
"Hey Sayaka, your pussy got my dick rock hard. Bend over to make it easier to slide in."
"Sure, I can still ask questions like this."
Sayaka lost her virginity at her first fan signing for her favorite idol. Kim Hoyoung gifted her a panty soaked in her juices and his cum, wearing it like a hat as sticky fluids dripped down. Overwhelmed with emotion, she bowed to her role model.
"Thanks, Erika unnie. I'll make it big~"
"Bye, Sayaka."
Leaving her star encounter behind, Sayaka skipped off joyfully, vowing to greet Erika again upon her own K-pop debut someday.
"Hehe, cute kid. Reminds me of my younger days..."
"That's why you seem like an old hag, Erika."
"What~?! Rude! I'm only 23!"
Erika's eyes welled up, hurt.
"Whatever. Know what Erika's famous for online?"
"Huh...? What...? Ballet?"
"Nah, number one female celeb whose armpits make dicks hard."
"Eek, what?"
She instinctively covered her pits with her palms. Armpit rankings? Unfathomable.
"Anyway, I just fucked, dick's kinda wet. No towel... lend me your pits."
"Huh? Wipe your dick with my armpits?"
"Yeah."
"Well, whatever..."
Erika raised her arm, slipping his cock between her shaved pits, rubbing to clean off the cum. Perfect timing—her third fan's bias was Erika too. An obvious otaku guy approached, breathing heavily.
"E-Erika-chaaan! I-I love Erika-chaaan!"
"Th-thanks."
His grubby look and speech made even a fan like her uncomfortable. She rubbed her arm to wipe Hoyoung's dick while dealing with him.
"Erika-chaaan! Why no armpit hair?!"
"I-I shave."
"Shaving... god-tier move!"
"Ah... hahaha."
Erika glanced at armed cop Kim Dahyeon. Dahyeon caught on and approached.
"Stuff three bowls of rice in those shaved pits..."
"Hey."
"Huh? What's up?"
"Erika's uncomfortable. Leave."
"Wh-what?! I didn't do shit!"
"Wanna find out?"
"Eek! D-don't point that gun... fine... I just like armpits..."
The otaku bolted at the sight of the gun, slumping away.
"Erika, that guy was total trash, right?"
Bun-head Mei whispered so other fans wouldn't hear.
"W-well, he's a fan... I just don't get the armpit thing."
Meanwhile, her pits kept wiping cock slime, cum already dripping down her side.
"All clean, Erika."
"Oh, done, Hoyoung?"
"Yeah. Good rag."
"Hey~ At least call it a towel. Haha."
She laughed happily at her friend's tease. Left pit was cum-drenched.
"That otaku creeped me out."
"Haha... some fans are like that."
"Then what about me?"
"Huh? You?"
Erika beamed with affection.
"I rubbed my dick in your pits and wiped cum too. That okay?"
"What? That's nothing."
"But the otaku joking about pits is creepy?"
"Yeah, that felt off."
"What if I said I wanna stuff three instant rice bowls in your pits?"
"Ah... want me to prep some? Manager unnie can grab 'em."
"No creepy vibe from me?"
"? Why would there be?"
Same act, wildly different reactions. Erika seemed oblivious to the double standard.
"Erika, sniff your left pit."
"Okay?... Sniff sniff."
"Well?"
"Mm... cum and pit sweat mixed—sour and... kinda addictive."
"Fucking disgusting and pungent, right?"
"Harsh~ But not wrong."
"From now on, get horny from that smell."
"What?"
She blinked in surprise, then,
"Got it. Sniff sniff. Ah, love this smell. Makes me horny."
She calmed, sniffing her pit.
"That's not just pits—it's my dick rag."
"What?"
Her brows furrowed, then,
"Whatever. Tell me when your dick's dirty. My pits are your wipe rag."
She smiled kindly at her friend.
The fan signing turned into Kim Hoyoung's one-man show. Fans who'd paid top dollar confessed from afar without handshakes, then left empty-handed—while Hoyoung cycled through members, fucking them one by one.
He stole the finale too.
"Hey, no attack after all?"
"Guess it was bullshit."
"Good for Rainbow Girls, though."
"Yeah~ No weirdos, girls look comfy. All good."
By then, Rainbow Girls' stage outfits were half-torn from relentless fucking, near-naked, drooling saliva and juices, too exhausted for proper signs—but fans noticed nothing.
Enter a middle-aged man in glasses, half-bald.
"The attacker didn't show 'cause I tipped off the cops. I protected Rainbow Girls."
Hoyoung, ignoring fan chatter, perked up.
"I found that criminal's plan by chance on his community site. I'm the hero. Praise me."
Checkered shirt, jeans, oily acne-prone face—ugly sight. His smug grin grated.
"I fight bad online buzz about them all day. You idiots wouldn't get it."
He boasted nonstop before fans.
"Hmph! Messing with me was their mistake. Jobless with endless time, 30-year idol stan. Labeled stalker, reported; kicked from fan cafes 6+ times; caught filming upskirts as molester. Just wanted idol toilet cams—how's that molesting? I'm their guardian angel! Proved it now. Heh heh! Tell Rainbow Girls, maybe they'll fall for me!"
Kim Hoyoung approached the yapping man, half-hoping.
"You wouldn't be... [Anonymous6]...?"
"Hm? Who're you? How'd you know? No way...?"
This was getting interesting.