Humanity's First — Coming Inside an Idol
For the first time in human history, Lee Han-seok came inside idol Han Yu-na.
His sweat-soaked training shirt had soaked through with her juices, damp against his chest.
By the time her trembling finally began to subside, Yu-na's face had crumpled into an embarrassed, choking sob. She looked ready to burst into tears at any moment.
"It's okay. You're just a little sensitive, Yu-na."
Han-seok stripped off the training shirt, then yanked the t-shirt underneath over his head and tossed it aside. He was completely naked now.
Catching hold of her silk nightgown, he said, "You too. Take it off."
"M-me too? Wh-why?"
Yu-na swallowed hard.
Han-seok looked straight into both her eyes. "Because I want to see you."
Unable to say a word, Yu-na let her hands fall from the fabric she'd been clutching.
Without a sound, Han-seok drew the silk nightgown up from below.
Her soaked pink pussy. Her ass — the kind that begged to be smacked — her parted hips, her narrow waist. And then, bared at last, her full, springy, glistening breasts, with areolae of just the right size and pink nipples standing upright, as if asking to be sucked. Her straight line of collarbone.
She lifted both hands, and the silk slipped away, exposing the smooth line of her throat and her underarms.
It was a face and body no AI could have rendered — cute and beautiful and dangerously seductive all at once, and it was turned toward Han-seok.
"Put it back in."
At his command, Yu-na — blushing furiously — took his cock in her hand and pressed it against her hole. The thick shaft slid into her in one long stroke, like a piston driving home. She was already taking him with practiced ease.
Han-seok, who had been leaning against the back of the sofa, straightened his hips and wrapped one hand around her slender waist. She flinched and drew her body in tight — startled, because they'd agreed he wouldn't touch her.
With his free hand he restarted the timer, then reached around behind her and pulled her into an embrace. The moment his arms closed tight around her, his cock buried itself to the hilt.
"Aaah!"
Yu-na threw her head back and moaned, her nipple brushing against Han-seok's lips.
"I'll hold you," he said. "You're not pulling away."
"Haang... aaaaang."
Moaning, Yu-na rocked her hips back and forth. There was no telling whether she was spasming or moving on her own, savoring the cock inside her. It seemed to be both.
"Nngh... hnn..."
Barely holding in her moans, she began to sob instead — "Hnnngh, aaaaah" — and through the seal of her cunt around his cock, water came gushing out in waves.
"That's it. You're doing so well."
Gush. Guuush.
Her whole body wanted to push the cock out and spray, but Han-seok was gripping her too tightly to let her. The water kept bursting out of her in spasms.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Drenched in her own release, she forced her breathing back under control. She was learning, it seemed, to keep her mind even while climaxing.
"Two minutes left."
"Yes... hah... hah... hah..."
"Could you stop moving your hips like that? It's getting hard for me to hold back too."
"Hah... hah... it's not... me doing it..."
The depths of her, which had clamped down so tight, had somehow reshaped themselves around Han-seok's cock. She began bouncing her ass up and down.
"Hey. Why are you moving again?"
Han-seok wrapped his arms around her and held her still.
"I don't know either... nngh, hnn."
Yu-na had thrown her own arms around him now. Her nipples kept grazing his lips, screaming to be sucked.
"We're almost at five minutes."
"Hnn..."
"Feel like you're going to come?"
"Hnnngh..."
Yu-na nodded, head bobbing.
"Then come. You're allowed."
"Nngh... hnnnn... aaaaaaah!"
The moment she tried to lift her hips and gush again, Han-seok pulled her in and pressed her down. The cock that had slipped halfway out drove back in, deep and slow.
"Nngh... hnn... hah..."
"Almost there. Ten seconds."
Yu-na rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her inner walls against his cock.
"Yu-na. Don't move."
"Hnnngh..."
"Here we go. Almost... three, two, one. Time."
"Aah..."
"Okay. That's enough. Get down."
Han-seok released her from his arms.
"Mmm."
Instead of dismounting, Yu-na clung to him tighter — and began grinding her ass up and down, riding him.
"Yu-na. The five minutes are over. Come on, stop."
"Just a little. Let's go a little more. Just a little bit more."
Every time she pumped her hips there came a wet, slapping sound — clap, clap, clap — her pussy clamping down and refusing to release him each time the sucked-in cock slid free. An inexperienced girl doing this? She was, quite simply, a natural-born masterpiece of a pussy.
"Yu-na. This is where it ends. Cross the line and there's no taking it back."
"I'm crossing it. I'm crossing the line."
Yu-na squeezed him harder and whispered into his ear.
"You like me too, mister. Don't you?"
Han-seok clamped both hands on her ass, pinning it in place.
"Stop. Yu-na. It's not that I don't want you. It's that if we go any further, I'm afraid I'll be asking for it every single day you're off."
Yu-na kissed his cheek.
"Then do it. Come see me on my days off and do it. And on the days I'm not off, if you say you want to, I'll do it. Okay?"
She whispered it right against his ear.
Han-seok shook his head. "I'm at my limit. I might come. If you keep moving, we're really crossing the line. Get down."
He let go of her ass.
Yu-na's mouth curled up at the corners. Still hugging him tight, she rolled her hips — clap, clap, clap — and started riding him again.
"Hah... hah... Mister, I've crossed the line. I crossed it. So what are you going to do about it now? Hm?"
Han-seok lifted her clean off him and laid her down on the sofa. He climbed over her, bodies pressed together, and looked into her eyes.
Yu-na had her arms looped around his neck, her own eyes locked on his.
"You did something to me, mister. You made me like this."
Han-seok leaned down and whispered into her ear. "So? Do you hate it?"
Yu-na didn't answer.
Han-seok moved his hips. The cock, half-buried inside her, slid back into her depths.
"Hah... hah..."
"I said, do you hate it?"
He planted both hands on either side of her and rose up, breaking her hold around him.
And then Han-seok began truly fucking her — long, deep, driving strokes.
"Aaaang! Nngh! Good — it's good! Hnnnngaaaah!"
Idol Han Yu-na arched her back and moaned. The Han Yu-na he'd only ever seen on TV and YouTube was spreading her legs of her own accord, taking Han-seok's cock between them.
Han-seok bent down and took her nipple into his mouth — the one he'd been wanting to suck all this time. He drew on it hard with his lips, then teased it with his tongue the way he'd kiss her, rolling it around inside his mouth.
"Aaaaang! Mister!"
Every thrust from below sent water spurting out of her in floods. Han-seok draped himself back over her, hips alone in motion.
"I'm coming inside you."
"...Yes."
Han-seok pressed his mouth to hers. "Ever been kissed?"
Yu-na shook her head.
He kissed her again. Her cute little tongue darted out, tentatively, and Han-seok sealed his lips over hers, tangling their tongues together. His hips sped up, his balls now slapping hard against her perineum again and again.
Yu-na locked her legs around his waist, and the thick cock plunged all the way to the deepest part of her.
"Haaang!"
Mid-kiss, she threw her head back and arched her spine once more — and Han-seok, no longer able to hold back, let himself go.
He became the first man in human history to come inside idol Han Yu-na.
And not just anywhere — at her absolute deepest point. His cock twitched and shuddered inside her again and again, spurt after spurt, until her innermost depths were filled to overflowing with his seed.
"Aaaaaah! Aang! Miiiister!"
Han-seok kissed her, still pistoning through the cum-drenched depths of her pussy. By now Yu-na, long since accustomed to the pleasure of climax, was gushing freely between kisses, easy and unresisting.
They kissed for a long, long while — until Han-seok's orgasm had fully run its course and Yu-na had no more spray left to give, their tongues busily trading places back and forth. His cock, still rigidly hard, stayed buried to the root inside her the whole time.
The kiss went on for more than an hour.
Every wild rumor imaginable began to churn through the online communities.
Doubts about whether BD200 actually worked as advertised were nothing new. The drug had only existed for about a decade, after all — no one on Earth had yet lived to 280 to prove it. What had been clearly demonstrated was the rejuvenation and the slowing of aging, and since a supercomputer's AI projected a life expectancy of 280 years, most people simply took it on faith. Besides, with no real side effects discovered to date, a quiet dread had settled underneath it all: that hidden ones might yet surface somewhere down the road.
By the time the funeral rites were over, the four brothers had gathered in one room. The atmosphere was suffocatingly heavy — and Ahn Sung-chul's face was darker than anyone's.
If his father had still been clinging to life by a thread, he could have hooked him to a ventilator, stretched the body along indefinitely, and quietly finished the backdoor succession paperwork before letting him go. Now that option was dead, and he was about to get slammed with the full inheritance tax, no way around it.
A graying lawyer carrying a briefcase entered the room, opened it, and read out the will Ahn Byung-gook had left behind.
"...Wherefore, in accordance with the principle of primogeniture, I hereby transfer to my eldest son, Sung-chul, my shares in Cheonsung Foods and all remaining holdings, and appoint him to succeed me as Chairman of Cheonsung Group..."
Ahn Sung-chul's head snapped up.
The second son, Ahn Sung-min, who had been listening in silence, slammed the desk and shot to his feet.
"Goddammit! This is bullshit! I'm not sitting still for this. You two — over there. You both left the table that day. You went out and came back. I saw it."
Ahn Sung-min jabbed a finger at the youngest, Ahn Sung-yong, and the eldest, Ahn Sung-chul.
"One of you two did it. There's something going on. I'm hiring the police to reopen the investigation. He was perfectly healthy — a man like that doesn't just drop dead out of nowhere. It doesn't add up."
Ahn Sung-chul spoke like a man who already owned the house they were standing in.
"Don't make a scene, Sung-min. This is the reading of Father's will. And you left the table that day too. If we're suspects, then so are you, in exactly the same measure."
"I was on the phone with my wife the whole time!"
Ahn Sung-min fumed.
Ahn Seong-jun stepped in calmly, soothing the room. "Let's all settle down first, and hear the rest of it through."
It was then that the youngest, who had kept quiet until now, cut in without warning.
"Reopen the investigation, by all means. I am innocent as well. If Father was murdered, then we need to know who killed him."
He turned his gaze on Ahn Sung-chul.
It was the gaze of a man looking at a murderer.