Han Yu-na, the All-Natural Lube Factory
“I will~ ♬”
It was Yu-na’s voice that closed out the title track, and when the song ended, the three of them froze in their ending pose before the practice room mirror.
Su-jin. Yu-na. Bo-ra.
Su-jin moved first, bending over and panting. “Ugh. That was brutal.”
“I’m starving~” Bo-ra rubbed her belly.
Yu-na gave a small round of applause. “Practice over. Let’s go home. Home time~”
Su-jin flopped down onto the floor. “You’ve been awfully eager to get home lately, Yu-na. Used to be you’d whine every single day about how lonely it was going back to an empty place and beg us to hit up some hot restaurant with you. Something’s up.”
“I just want to get home early and rest. I need to manage my condition before the concert.” Yu-na made the excuse up on the spot. With no way of knowing when Han-seok would reach out, any day without a schedule meant going home and waiting by the phone.
And while she waited, Yu-na would begin rubbing her clit, recalling the sensation of that huge thing of his pushing inside her. That first session of touching herself had certainly warmed her body up, but it never gave her what she actually wanted.
That overwhelming, irresistible feeling she’d known pressed against his firm thigh, cradled against that broad chest—the feeling of her body being utterly beyond her control. That filthy, ugly sensation of gushing water shamelessly from between her legs.
She’d even considered buying a dildo, but it was too pathetic to contemplate, and in the end she couldn’t bring herself to place the order. It wasn’t something that could be solved by simply poking at her insides. A dildo didn’t have the sense of safety she’d felt wrapped in Han-seok’s arms, or the scent of him from that day.
Yu-na was certain now that only Lee Han-seok could make her feel that way again.
It was just because it was my first time.
She resolved firmly that she would never show such a disgraceful side of herself again.
Bo-ra took a sip of water and said, “Yu-na. Don’t tell me. A man?”
“Look who’s talking.” Su-jin snickered. Neither of them knew that Yu-na had once dated Sung-min of Fave. It had lasted barely a week, and she’d kept it from the members in case word got out and caused trouble.
At home she was a pampered princess raised with every indulgence, but outside she was Han Yu-na, the Goddess of Perfection. She always approached everything with the thought I am a professional, forever careful, forever showing only her flawless self.
But in front of Han-seok, she hadn’t been able to. Her supposedly perfect plan—the secret recording—had been caught red-handed, and she’d disgraced herself to a degree she hadn’t thought possible.
Yet that unexpected experience had, ironically, become an escape hatch from her suffocating life. The thought that she’d committed a taboo no professional, no idol, should ever touch sent a thrill through her and loosened the iron grip of perfection. That first taste of raw, overwhelming pleasure had untied the knot of frustration that had always sat tight in her chest.
Before, the only way she’d known to vent the pressure that perfectionism built up was taking it out on her mom and dad at home. Yu-na didn’t need that anymore. As long as she had that man…
She could feel herself getting wet. She needed to go home. If she waited for his message while touching herself, that much at least would let her hold out.
Su-jin got up and said, “Bo-ra, are you still seeing that guy?”
“Mm, we’re meeting for dinner later.”
Su-jin grinned. “Must be killing you, missing him that much.”
Yu-na, who had been staring blankly, turned to look at Bo-ra. She was nodding with the happiest smile in the world. “Yep. Yep.”
“Ahh, I want to be in love too. I want to date someone,” Su-jin writhed with envy.
Love…? Missing someone so much it drives you crazy? No way. This is love? Me? With a man old enough to be my dad?
Zi-ing—
The phone she’d set far away for practice rang out. Yu-na dashed over on the off chance and checked it, swallowing hard. It was a message from Han-seok.
Yu-na’s heart began to pound.
Back home, Yu-na showered and put on the white silk lingerie set she’d bought recently. The feel of silk against bare skin was exquisite.
Once she was ready, she studied herself in the full-length mirror. Her hair, painstakingly tied up after watching tutorial videos, looked elegant and refined. Her face went without saying—in peak condition, as always. The nightgown was dress-shaped, with slits along the hips that made moving her legs easy. The waist size fit perfectly, but her chest was too generous for it; the moment she bent slightly forward, the edge of her areola peeked out. The silk clung to her everywhere, tracing the line of her hips without mercy.
“Perfect.”
She set a bottle of white wine and two glasses on the living room table, then—though there was no one there—raised a glass and rehearsed. “This is how I usually unwind at this hour. Would you care for a glass, sir?” Setting the mood with ordinary wine—the kind without a powerful sedative dissolved into it.
“…”
Beyond that, Yu-na had absolutely no idea what to do. She had no experience. She dabbed a towel between her thighs. “I’m losing my mind.”
Ever since that day, she’d been wet at the drop of a hat. Merely thinking of Lee Han-seok didn’t just make her damp—water literally dripped out of her. The clock read 8:30 in the evening. Just knowing he was on his way had her leaking uncontrollably now, trickle after trickle.
It’s not like I waited long. I’m just keeping a promise I made. That’s the impression I want to give.
Because if he sees this, he’ll think I’m some bitch in heat.
Yu-na pressed a towel between her legs to keep from soaking the silk, then searched on her phone:
Search: “I get way too wet with men”
She’d searched it a dozen times since that day. Nothing new had turned up. Men loved it when women were wet. Female ejaculation was the rare exception, and it would excite a man too. That was the extent of it.
Could it have been the lube Han-seok had applied before penetration that day? Some aphrodisiac compound mixed into it? The suspicion crossed her mind, but her searches turned up no such drug.
Then again… if it were the drug, the sight of a dildo would make her want to shove one inside herself. (Not that she felt zero desire of that kind.) But Yu-na’s body wanted Han-seok’s and his alone. Nothing else would do.
If she was really that suspicious, she could just see whether he tried to use that lube again tonight and ask him about it. Though honestly, he wouldn’t even need it. Her natural lube was already flowing past the point of control.
Yu-na searched for Lee Han-seok. Nothing came up. For a moment she wondered if she was being conned, but no—that couldn’t be it.
One: he was a BD200 recipient.
Two: he was a man who could access entertainment industry intelligence at will—and wield it.
Three: he was the one bankrolling a drama production costing tens of millions of dollars, and had talked director Park Yeon-seong into it. Production was genuinely underway, the casting complete, the pilot episode’s script already written.
And—during her meeting with Director Park, this exchange had taken place:
“Should we ask this CEO of yours to consult on anything pharmaceutical? He’s so busy, though—maybe he’d turn us down.”
“Is he a doctor?”
“No, not exactly, but he does drug development, and he used to run a pharma company. Ah—he did ask me not to mention it, but eh, this much should be fine.”
Four: he was, or had been, a man legitimately doing his own work.
Five—and decisively—he was a victim. A man who had lost someone precious to the eight of them, Han Dong-jin included.
A few days earlier, using a portal site’s archive search for old newspapers, Han Yu-na had unearthed a single small article: a brief item, thirty-one years old, reporting that a female student at Cheonseong High School had been gang-raped by eight male classmates. The article was so short it felt deliberately written that way.
Cheonseong High School. The school her father had attended. Han Dong-jin had often bragged to Yu-na about being close with Ahn Sung-chul of Cheonsung Group. The timeline matched perfectly.
He’s not a con man. If anything… I’m the one who should be helping him.
Yu-na checked the time on her phone. 8:42 p.m. A message arrived from Lee Han-seok.
Yu-na’s heart plummeted. He’s not coming? Why? Why can’t he come?
His messages kept coming.
Yu-na’s thumbs flew, typing and deleting, typing and deleting. In the end she erased everything and sent one short reply.
She dabbed between her legs with the towel, but the moment she wiped, more water beaded up and dripped. The thing could have been wrung out. Yu-na finally gave up on drying herself altogether.
When she opened the door, Lee Han-seok was standing there in a training sweatsuit, looking entirely unconcerned about coming to her place.
He’s so handsome…!
“Come in,” Yu-na said, her face carefully blank. Her silk lingerie wasn’t containing her heavy breasts; the side-swells jutted out, and when she bent at the waist, the areola flashed into view. Han-seok followed her rounded rear—its shape fully outlined through the silk—into the apartment.
The living room lights were off, a soft stand glowing instead. On the table she’d tidied in a rush sat the wine and two glasses.
“Bit much, isn’t it?” Han-seok remarked.
Oh. Right! This is too much, isn’t it! But Yu-na kept her composure. “Sorry? Ah… this is just how I usually relax at this hour. It’s not like I needed to do anything different just because you were coming.”
She seemed entirely unaware—of her nipples standing rigid beneath the thin silk, and of the drops falling from between her legs. Drip. Drip.
Han-seok sat down on the sofa. “Fair enough.”
“W-would you like some wine? I did take out an extra glass when you said you were coming.”
“I’ll take tea. Auto-pilot or not, I’m not supposed to drive after drinking.”
“Ah…” Yu-na nodded. See that? Law-abiding to a fault…!
“Besides, I’m only staying four minutes.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why are you standing? Sit.”
“Sorry?”
If she sat, the silk would get soaked. And if he saw a wet patch where she’d been sitting and stood up from—he’d think she was some perverted woman. That thought made Yu-na hesitate.
Han-seok nodded slowly. “Ah, right. No reason for us to sit around chatting, is there. You want to get straight to it.”
“Sorry? Th-that’s…”
Before she could find a word, Han-seok stood and pushed his trousers and briefs down. His enormous cock—sweet-potato in shape—hung there, not even erect.
Yu-na fidgeted with her fingers and drifted toward him without realizing it. How long had she waited for this cock? Her body wanted it on pure instinct.
Han-seok settled onto the sofa, watching her, and stroked himself. Slowly it swelled and rose upright.
“Yu-na-ssi.”
“Yu-na.”
“Yes?”
“Call yourself Yu-na. Just Yu-na.”
“Okay. Yu-na.”
“Good.”
“Do you know why I’m doing this?”
“Because you’re forgiving me for trying to record you… and making sure I don’t get hurt while you take revenge on my dad… and you said you’d make me a star…”
Juices were running down Yu-na’s thighs. She was already flushed with shame at the thought that he might have seen everything.
“That’s your reason. I asked for mine.”
“…”
“Now that our interests are this tangled up, I want to believe you’re on my side. Put our bodies together even just on the surface, and trust has a way of following.”
“I am on your side, sir.”
“None of that ‘sir’ nonsense. Call me uncle. If I’m your dad’s friend, then I’m your friend.”
“…”
“Come on, you need your rest too. Let’s make this quick. Hop on.”
“Okay…”
By now he was fully hard. Yu-na, shuffling forward in tiny steps, climbed over him.
“Want to try it squatting down?”
“Sorry?”
“Not like last time, draped over me. Legs apart, squatting. You grabbed onto me, and I nearly lost it—I am a man, after all.”
You don’t have to hold back…!
“Y-yes, sir. L-like this?”
Yu-na spread her legs into an M above his thighs and lowered herself into a squat. A scent of flowers rose from her.
“Put it in.”
“Yes, sir.”
There was no question of whether he’d brought the lube, no need for one. Water was already dripping from her spread crotch onto Han-seok’s thigh.
“I’ll just… hold on here.” Yu-na gripped one of his shoulders and leaned in close. Her silk-clad nipple, jutting in perfect relief, came right up to his face.
“Mmh. Don’t look.”
“If I can’t see, I’ll have to imagine it. That’s more dangerous, honestly.”
“Nngh…”
Face flushed scarlet, Yu-na took his cock in her free hand. This is it. This hardness. This warmth. As if she’d waited long enough, she pressed the glans straight against the entrance of her pussy.
“Putting it in now.”
Han-seok didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted the hem of her silk nightgown.
“Wh-why…”
At the center of her pristine crotch, her pink clit and puffy pussy lips were laid bare—and just below them, his glans was rubbing against her.
“Put it in. I want to watch how well it goes.”
“Hnngh!”
Her face said she was past the point of embarrassment now. Yu-na held his cock and lowered her hips, taking him into her pussy with her own two hands.
“Uuuh…”
The thick shaft slid in, sucked deep with a wet, eager pull.
“Damn. Forgot to start the clock.” Han-seok began timing on his phone.
“Haah… haah… it’s… it’s all the way in.”
Han-seok pressed the timer.
That instant—
“Nnghaa… hnnngh… aaahhh!”
Yu-na’s hips convulsed. As she lifted her ass, water burst from her pussy in a spray. Her hole spat his cock right out.
Flustered, she hurriedly grabbed it and pushed it back inside.
“Aaah!”
Hips down. The cock swallowed deep into her pussy in one long glide—and then her pussy gushed again, squirting and spitting him out all over.
By now her ass was twitching and twerking entirely on its own, beyond any will of hers.
“Aaaaah! Aaah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Aaaaah!”
Not knowing what else to do, she sprayed pussy-juice across Han-seok’s body again and again as he sat beneath her.