The Idols
"It might take me a while to wrap things up here. If you're in a hurry, you can head back first."
"Hmm... I think I'll stay a little longer. It's been so long since we last saw each other."
Do-hyang let out a small laugh. Then she tossed out a single remark.
"We'll be seeing so much of each other we'll get sick of it. What's the point?"
But even as she said it, she made no effort whatsoever to hide how pleased she was.
Women really are fascinating creatures. How can men and women be this different? Interestingly enough, a woman is the kind of creature who fully expects to receive — and feels not the slightest burden about it. Of course, her mouth and her mannerisms will always play at being terribly sorry. But the truth is, she's hiding something else entirely underneath. If you don't understand that and act accordingly, you might as well be shaving points off your own score.
But what if a woman isn't joking — what if she genuinely feels burdened? Then it's one of two things. Either what you offered wasn't worth receiving, or the feelings between you are still that vague, ambiguous something people call a "thing."
Do-hyang stood up from her seat. She gathered her coat — looked like she was heading out. There was no reason for me to stay here alone, so I followed her.
"Where are you going?"
"The real estate office. If I'm wrapping things up anyway, better to get it done a day sooner, right?"
"Same as ever."
Do-hyang might look easygoing on the surface, but underneath she was a woman of surprising steel and resolve. Then again, most women overflowing with charm and confidence tend to share that particular quality. Just look at Seol-ah, the one I'd worked on not long ago.
"Want me to give you a ride?"
She shook her head. She stroked my cheek gently, the way you'd soothe a child.
"No. I've got my own car. You... hmm. You came all the way down here, so take some time and unwind. Even men need that once in a while."
She really was a good woman. She pressed a quick kiss to my lips and stepped back.
Her car slowly pulled away. But her scent lingered on me all the same. We'd only spent a few hours together, and already her fragrance had soaked into every inch of me. Just breathing it in was enough to get me hard...
I had the overwhelming urge to chase after her, spread her ass, and pound her without mercy — but I held it down. I'd have her as much as I wanted for a good long while from now on.
I stood there watching until her car disappeared from view, then slowly started walking myself. Unwinding like she'd suggested wasn't a bad idea, but sightseeing could wait until after I'd rolled around with a few hundred more women. Right now, I needed to focus on playing with as many as I could — even if it was just one more day.
Well then. Shall we go have a taste of that idol girl's body? It's been a while.
"Yun-yun!"
I turned my head just slightly toward the voice. Three girls were looking at me with meaningful little smiles.
Here it comes...
I'd been so happy to see him earlier that I'd gone and acknowledged him — I just hadn't expected the fallout to be this bad. My groupmates had been circling like wolves the entire way back to the dorm, just waiting for their moment. Now that they figured they'd finally gotten their chance, they swarmed me and unleashed a barrage of questions.
"Who was that oppa earlier? Hmm?"
"Your boyfriend?"
"He was, like, super hot?"
I swallowed dryly and pulled out the answer I'd prepared in advance. Figuring out that they'd ask about who he was hadn't exactly been difficult.
"He's... um, this older guy I met through an acquaintance..."
"Older guy? Not oppa?"
They tilted their heads, not quite getting it. When all three of them did it at the same time, it was so much like watching a bunch of cats play that I almost laughed.
Lin, the unnie one year older than me. Bomi, the same age. And Eunji, the maknae a year younger. Match them to their hair colors and they were a Russian Blue, a Shrek cat, and a Persian — perfectly.
"Honestly... I don't even know his exact age. Late thirties, maybe early forties?"
They whipped around to stare at each other, completely stunned. The looks on their faces said that was absolutely impossible.
"No way... if that's true, he's got an insane baby face?"
"Right? He looked younger than my own oppa."
"Unnie, you're not lying to us right now, are you?"
Ahaha... well. Even I, the one saying it, could barely believe it — what were they supposed to think? But he'd said he was the same age as Min-ah's dad, and once you connected those dots, you kind of had to believe it. Because that guy had genuinely looked like he was in his forties... no, his fifties.
The questions started up again. My groupmates were buzzing with excitement over finally learning something new about me. The truth was, being an idol wasn't all that different from being locked up in school. If anything, it was even more suffocating, so whenever something this juicy came along, we'd talk about it for a solid week. Just look at Lin unnie's boyfriend incident not that long ago — we'd wrung that one dry for nearly two whole weeks.
And now it's my turn...
Just as a headache started brewing at the thought of a full week of this, a chat notification suddenly popped up. I didn't know who it was, but whoever it was had just shown up as my savior. I forced my groupmates to pipe down and hurriedly unlocked my phone.
And then I checked... wait. It was him.
Hmm... what should I do?
I'd been the one who asked to see him, but now that it was actually happening, I had no idea what to do. Going out wasn't a problem at all, of course. But sneaking out alone and leaving these little demons behind...
And that was when someone's hand suddenly shot out and snatched my phone clean away. Then — tap tap tap.
"Ah!! Unnie!"
"Heheh. This is the kind of thing you obviously have to include us in~"
She handed the phone back. I looked at what she'd sent...
I'm doomed...
I'd thought it would just be me and him for once, but now we were all going out together. A reply came back a moment later.
The three girls let out cheers the moment they saw his answer and started getting ready to go out. Lin unnie looked the most excited of all. Her face was full of mischief — she was clearly planning to get her money's worth after being tormented for two weeks.
Haa... what's done is done. I should get ready too.
Sex would have to wait until next time. He lived in Seoul too, so it didn't have to be today. There'd be plenty of chances.
I stood up and turned around... and Eunji, the maknae, was standing right next to me, waiting. Then she suddenly held up a black lingerie set dripping with lace right in front of my face.
"Just in case, I'll lend you mine, unnie! You got this!"
This kid... she doesn't actually know, does she?
"Hello~!!"
I smiled and nodded at the four idols' greeting. Aside from Da-hye in the passenger seat, they were all new faces, but with every one of them a different hair color, telling them apart wasn't hard.
Purple hair is Lin, brown hair is Bomi, white hair is Eunji.
And Da-hye was the pink one. It was a combination that really popped. If they moved as a group, they'd stand out no matter where they went. Even with hooded coats and masks on, there was this distinctive aura about them that kept drawing the eye — it was genuinely fascinating. I guess idols really are idols.
After a brief round of introductions, I drove at an easy pace and casually broke the ice before things could get awkward. We needed to pick a destination, so I went with food.
"Anything you girls feel like eating?"
But these kids... didn't seem all that hungry. Every last one of them craned their necks through the gap between the front seats and started pelting me with questions. A few of those questions were genuinely awkward. Like this one, for instance.
"Mister, did you, um... do it with Da-hye unnie?"
Don't tell me... she told them everything we did?
I tried to sneak a glance at Da-hye's face... haah? She hurriedly blocked me from looking. But her flustered voice came through immediately, so I knew exactly what I was supposed to do.
Not that I particularly felt like playing along. If I wanted to work on these three, wouldn't it actually be better to let it show? Especially given their age and their reactions — they were right in that peak-curiosity window. If I reeled them in gently, I had a feeling I'd get some very nice results.
In that case...!
I put on my most flustered face and let out an awkward little laugh.
"I-I have no idea what you're talking about... haha."
"Huh?"
"That's suspicious!!"
"Hah. Wait, is it actually true? No way..."
They retreated to the back seat and started squealing at each other. I looked at Da-hye. Her face was bright red, her head hanging low.
Sorry. But I want to eat those three even if I have to sacrifice you to do it.
My gut was telling me. All three of them were virgins.
An opportunity this good isn't something you let slip away.
Da-hye, who'd been hanging her head, lifted it just a little. She glanced at me, then muttered under her breath.
"You're... such an idiot."
Ah... that said, not taking care of a woman already inside the fence would be genuinely stupid. I reached out immediately. She tried to dodge, conscious of the back seat, but I stuck with her and managed to catch both of her small hands and hold them tight.
She resisted, just a little. But it was so feeble I didn't even need to use any strength — it wasn't enough to pull free. Heh. Cute.
I could feel her fingers squirming inside my grip. It was the kind of reaction that made it easy to tell she had a thing for me.
That's why she reached out first, after all.
I'd been a little surprised by how bold she'd been. Then again, she dances and sings in front of huge crowds — maybe it was only natural.
The hands resting under mine started to move, little by little. She hesitated, then gently took my hand in return. Our palms slowly came together. Just as our fingers started to interlace, another high-pitched scream erupted from the back.
"Kyaah!! Oh my god!!"
"No way. No way!!"
"Unnie, you're so dirty...!"
Da-hye yanked her hand back and hid it. In an instant, she went strawberry-red from her neck all the way to her ears.
So green. So fresh. How the hell had she been rolling around under my master's hands...? She must have been burning up pretty badly, because she started fanning herself rapidly with her hand. I considerately flipped on the A/C, then casually let my eyes wander over the nape of her neck and her collarbones, where little beads of sweat were starting to form.
What a delicious-looking body.
Especially those tits forming a valley right below her collarbones... The urge to reach out and squeeze them hard surged up all at once. But I held back. One way or another, that body of hers would be pinned under me tonight, panting hard.
So I redirected my hand and brought it up to the top of her head. And I stroked her hair, nice and slow. Da-hye, face still burning, hung her head... Meanwhile her groupmates erupted in delighted cheers.
"Kyaaah! Oh my goood!!"
They were having a blast. But they didn't need to be that jealous. I'd be eating them just as deliciously. As for who to start with — I'd give that some serious thought over dinner.
Idol pussy, huh... looks like I'm finally getting a proper feast. Heh.