Chapter 256
Chapter 256
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: The Idol Next Door
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Embarrassment, huh. For a split second, my conscience twinged, but human emotions are incredibly varied, so I brushed it off as no big deal.
You could feel embarrassed if your computer suddenly shut down, or if you went into the bathroom and there was no toilet paper.
"More than that, she's shorter than Ayoung but taller than Hye-yoon. Her breasts are right in the middle too..."
Perfectly balanced, I guess. Looking at her specs, I could see why her chest had looked so impressive.
The actual bust measurement was 6cm less than Ayoung's, but her incredibly slim waist had created an optical illusion.
I read through it carefully, then slid my thumb to the side.
Just a single word, but the situation was crystal clear.
Chae-ah noona swamped with reports at the end of the month again, and Hee-jin manning the counter alone.
I could picture every expression they'd be making. I chuckled and swiped to the side.
This was a bit unexpected. I figured it'd be tiredness or feeling good, but happiness?
It just made me want to treat them even better.
I gazed at the faces of the two off in dreamland.
Long eyelashes covered their eyes, and the corners of their mouths curved upward, conveying "I'm happy" through expression alone.
"Come to think of it, school starts again in a week, and that's the day of Ayoung's birthday, right?"
I need to prepare properly this time. Do whatever they want without complaint, and get them a big gift.
I closed my eyes, sketching out a rough plan. The soft squishiness against my arms and the warm body heat enveloping me...
I felt like I'd fall asleep any second.
*
The next day.
Once I was alone at home, I brought out the full-body onahole. It'd been a really long time since I'd used it, but just like with the small onahole, there wasn't a speck of dust.
I'm not even surprised anymore.
The reason I pulled this out was simple. To evaluate Park Seo-yoon's figure.
Naming it like that makes me sound like trash, but what can you do about curiosity?
It's practically criminal not to use a good toy you have. Rationalizing it that way, I pictured Park Seo-yoon.
The full body wriggled and shifted form. Once the changes finished—breasts and hips swelling, waist narrowing—I let out an involuntary sigh of admiration.
"Did she get the 1000-point buff too? Her skin is literally glowing."
As expected from a top-tier idol, she must take insane care of herself.
Her whole body glistened with luster, and some parts even had a glossy sheen.
But something else caught my eye even more.
Pink nipples.
Perfectly sized tips protruded, surrounded by even lighter areolas.
They were the textbook example of pretty nipples—utterly mouthwatering.
Pass.
I mentally applauded and moved lower. She must work out hard—toned abs in a neat single line, and orderly...
"No pubic hair?"
I don't know if she shaved it herself or if she's naturally hairless like Shin Ayoung, but there was just a bare, smooth mound.
I paused in curiosity but kept observing.
A pristine lower abdomen leading down to the clitoris nestled neatly in its hood.
Pass here too. Now for the most important part. Reverently, I brought my face between her legs and widened my eyes.
Between the parted labia minora, the entrance was closed tight.
Pink, just like the nipples.
It looked so lewd I wanted to bury my nose in it and suck.
I reached out to check inside, then pulled my hand back.
Figuring out Park Seo-yoon's situation comes first.
This is important business—interrupting could be bad, and who'd blame her for jumping if someone suddenly touched her pussy?
Vrrr...
Park Seo-yoon driving the sports car I'd seen yesterday. She was zipping around on a weekday afternoon, clearly headed somewhere.
A large box in the passenger seat suggested she had business to attend to.
"Driving, so I'll check later."
Touching her now might turn me from neighbor to hospital patient.
I quietly withdrew my hand and started looking around.
The flashy dashboard and luxurious interior. Her looks synergized perfectly with it.
The seatbelt strapped between her breasts accentuated her figure, and her smooth legs poking out from her shorts stirred an urge to lick them.
As I watched, my eyes drifted to the scenery outside. Familiar roads and buildings.
"...This is around school. No way she's moving in already, right?"
*
Park Seo-yoon was in the midst of a life sage mode. Anyone else would call bullshit, but it was a serious dilemma for her.
"I want to live a normal life like everyone else."
Her idol fame had ruined that from the start, but the direction was a bit different.
She let out a deep sigh and reflected on her life.
Scouted in high school, she barely attended classes, spending days in practice.
Morning, lunch, dinner—sometimes stretching into the night.
Her effort and natural talent paid off quickly with debut, and luck made her a smash hit.
By her early twenties, she had it all: looks, money, fame, connections.
She could live leisurely forever, doing whatever she wanted, fawned over everywhere.
Her phone's celebrity contacts were stacked.
Ironically, that's why she lacked other things.
Memories. Specifically, memories with friends.
She had celebrity friends, but it felt different.
No one felt like a true close friend; they all seemed to see her as a networking tool.
And real-life friends? Not many.
She'd barely filled attendance in high school, drifting away from those friends until no one kept in touch.
It was lonely. And boring.
How to shake these feelings?
After long deliberation, she decided to take a break from being an idol.
And enjoy college life before it was too late.
She could make new friends on campus.
Drink with classmates, gossip on benches.
When else in your twenties could you do that?
Any later, and it'd be too late.
With her agency's help scouting spots, Mirae University welcomed her eagerly.
Probably for the publicity.
Fine by her.
They handled it as a transfer despite her missing first semester, and with her skills, she entered Practical Music.
Things moved fast; next up was housing.
As a celeb, no vacancies for two consecutive one-rooms anywhere—especially not during opening season.
One would suffice, but she wanted the other as a dressing room.
Plan scrapped.
She'd offered landlords money to move out, but no takers.
She signed the best available and headed back.
Screech.
Stopping at a red light, she recalled yesterday.
"That was sex sounds, but... probably porn."
Excited about her own space, she'd gone to check the one-room again.
Contract done, she knew the passcode.
Imagining setups: this here, that there.
Then weird noises started.
"Oppa... haah... ahhn..."
Anyone could tell what was happening.
Typical one-room village. She laughed it off as normal living noise.
Having lived in strict dorms, she loved the freedom.
But that didn't last.
"Kyaa! Right there, more...! Hahaaah!"
Hot moans piercing the wall. Louder than before? Nah, imagination.
Her smile faded.
Should she cancel the contract? Curiosity won.
First time hearing real sex sounds, and it seemed like two women's voices, not one.
"No way."
That guy from the realtor doing two girls on a weekday afternoon?
He was good-looking and fit, but still exaggerated.
Probably headphones unplugged by accident. She'd let it slide.
No need to get awkward with her first solo living neighbor.
Signal changed.
She eased on the accelerator toward her new home.
"First time actually going to college... I'm looking forward to it."