Tasting a Female Idol
"Then I'll go wash up a bit."
"Come quick~ I'll be waiting~"
After Yoonah headed into the bathroom, I rolled around on the bed a little longer before snapping out of it and pulling out my phone. These days, even cameras and recorders arrive the same day. Plus, since I've got plenty of money anyway, having them quick-delivered for same-day pickup isn't a bad idea at all.
I selected three tiny ones that wouldn't easily be noticed—"Gotta install these secretly, so the smallest ones possible..."—and placed the quick order. Just in case, I ordered three sets as backups these days; it puts my mind at ease. Sure, someone might say, What's with breaking the law and all that? But this is purely a fortress for the worst-case scenario.
Well, honestly, I could just skip this crap and be done with it, but you never know.
Maybe because I'd been a bit tense earlier, drowsiness started crashing over me. Of course, I wasn't going to sleep. Crazy talk—squander this golden opportunity? How rare is a day I get to have sex with Yoonah? And once I start that business down the line, she'll be even busier, making meetups rarer than stars in the sky.
Haa... maybe I should just hire some employee who fawns over her every day like a puppy, washing her and all that.
Nah, probably not. Anyway, the soundproofing here was top-notch—not even the sound of running water from the bathroom right next door reached me. I was kinda curious about the layout too. Half to tease Yoonah, I shook off the drowsiness, got up, and headed to the bathroom.
"Hmm, let's see..."
I flung the door open and stepped inside.
"Eek, this isn't the shower right away."
A small, neatly organized box of amenities sat on the sink. From the sink as reference, left led to the toilet, right to the tub and shower setup. Having it laid out like this made cleaning the toilet a breeze, I figured. Living alone really makes you think random crap like that.
"That frosted glass... damn, it's hot."
Through the frosted door covering the shower area, only her silhouette was visible. It teased the imagination, delivering an even stronger punch of arousal. Frosted glass was the right call.
I crept up silently and suddenly yanked the door open.
"Kyaa!"
Yoonah startled, frantically covering her body.
"J-Jisoo...! You scared me!"
"Haha, surprise~ or something like that?"
She'd splashed water my way in the shock, soaking my clothes through, but I didn't mind.
"It's all wet now. Sorry about that."
"It's fine. If it's wet, I can just stay naked till it dries, right?"
She stripped off her T-shirt, pants, panties—everything—in one go, hanging them neatly on the sink rack.
"Y-You're really... I was just gonna wash quick and come out..."
"I'm feeling sticky too. Bathroom's huge anyway—let's wash together."
I stepped in and shut the frosted door behind me. If anyone outside peeked, they'd see the silhouette of a man and woman pressed skin-to-skin, sparking wild fantasies.
"Let me wash you."
Her hair was already shampooed; she was lathering up a shower towel to scrub her body. I took the towel and gently soaped her up, careful not to hurt.
"This feels... kinda weird."
"Getting washed by someone else isn't something you experience much after childhood."
I chuckled softly, starting from her neck, over her shoulders, down her slender arms. Then to her chest. Still not huge, but her cute little breasts were soft and yielding. I lingered around them, kneading gently. The foam made them slick, feeling even bouncier and firmer than usual—perfect.
"Hng... ah... what're you doing...?"
Her tone held a hint of scolding, but she didn't seem to hate it—no pushing away, just surrendering her body. Strands of her wet hair brushed my chest, overflowing with sex appeal.
"What else? Washing you."
I pressed my lips to her ear, whispering. My dick twitched.
"Hngh...!"
Slowly, I teased her nipples softly through the towel. It might sting a bit, but that seemed to heighten the pleasure—her body shivered faintly. If I touched her pussy right now, it'd probably be glistening with juices already. My dick sure was.
"Haa... ahng..."
Sex without stopping time—this was a first. A fresh thrill hit me. Sex where I couldn't control the flow of time.
"Ah... I'm going crazy, Jisoo..."
My dick had been rock-hard for ages. Ever since seeing her silhouette through the frosted glass—no, even before, when I held her hand and led her to the bedroom.
"Me too... I feel the same, Jisoo..."
Our breaths mingled irregularly. My hands roamed from her breasts to her belly, her back, then her ass below.
"Ah, th-there... I'll do that myself...!"
Just as my hand slipped toward her ass crack, she pulled forward.
"Aw, c'mon, between us."
"St-Still, not there...!"
She scurried away and crouched down—adorably.
I wanted to tease her more, but push too far and we might not even get to sex. For today, I'd hold back.
"Got it, no touching there then. So come here, okay?"