056. One, Zero, Zero Acquired Experiences (8)

A beautiful girl, her eyes full of curiosity, shines brightly in the bathroom mirror.

When I touched my cheeks, flushed red beyond what alcohol alone could explain, I could confirm it was me.

“Seeing my expression like this makes me really embarrassed….”

And following right behind me,

A man, his wicked cock briefly hidden inside his underwear, approaches closely.

Thanks to him taking off his mask, the man’s scent, making my head spin, reaches my nose.

“A shy girl like you does things like that?”

“Eh, well. …It’s more fun when you’re embarrassed, isn’t it?”

“…You’re a psycho.”

Click.

The bathroom door locks, turning it into a complete locked room.

Whether a murder happens inside,

Or a secret, sticky affair takes place.

…It’s all non-secret.

“Ummm…, you know, Joo-hyuk oppa.”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll be conducting a body search for a moment. …Please hand over your pants.”

“Why?”

“…I’m confiscating your phone. Since I’m an idol, it would be quite problematic if you secretly filmed me, you know? And oppa, you have a criminal record, so if you really want to enjoy yourself, hurry up.”

Taking the pants from oppa, who wore a strange smile, I searched the pockets.

From there, I took out a white cellphone and hid it securely in the tissue box.

I had intended to put my own phone, set to record, in the same place, but I suddenly remembered I’d forgotten it on the sofa.

“…Ah, right. My phone.”

“What about your phone?”

“I wanted to record, just in case. Gotta leave proof of consent… and also, because it’s a secret you absolutely can’t tell anyone…?”

Even if it’s a secret conversation, I can’t just blindly trust someone I’ve practically just met.

I want to break down privately where no one knows, not be ridiculed in front of everyone.

On stage, I’m always a bright and cute idol.

Off stage, I’m a total pervert pretty girl fascinated by cocks.

The gap created by the contrast makes me feel thrilled,

because if I’m always stuck at the bottom, I can’t even feel that kind of precarious thrill.

“If you want to record, you can use mine.”

“Eh, that’s…”

“The password is 161027. You unlock it. Delete it afterwards, or send it to your phone, whatever you want.”

…In that sense, Joo-hyuk oppa, who so openly reveals his own flaws, was more trustworthy than I thought.

He’s already admitted enough things verbally to have plenty of weaknesses that could get him arrested by the police.

He takes that dangerous item from where I hid it, tosses it to me, and even gives me the password.

“…You really mean it.”

“It’s pointless to lie, I’ll get caught anyway, right?”

“Ehehe, that’s true but…”

I considered looking through oppa’s easily unlocked phone, but decided against it, figuring nothing worse than what I’d already heard could pop out.

…Coaxing the heavily drunk Haeun-chan, overpowering her,

Filming her hymen while her eyes were covered with a pillow,

If I found something more dangerous than brutally destroying it, I’d probably be murdered right here?

No matter how much of a pervert I am, I couldn’t risk my life for pleasure.

“Hoo…”

“Ah, should I take it off?”

“It feels weird just wearing a t-shirt, doesn’t it?”

…With that body, which even has a knife scar on the shoulder,

I wouldn’t be joking if I said he could probably kill me without any weapons.

“Ah, okay, I’ve turned on the recording for now…. Ah. Um, should we introduce ourselves first?”

“…Now?”

“Let’s do it? It seems like it’ll be fun.”

“…Are we filming an AV or something?”

“Well…, I do have a lot of antis telling me to film that stuff after I retire. …Want to try? Safely, just with voices for now.”

“…Not a bad idea.”

So this was the ultimate safety measure.

Jia and Haeun-chan are in the same house anyway, so nothing truly dangerous will happen, but…

It’s in preparation for what might happen in the future.

A fair contract where we give each other leverage over our weaknesses.

What’s certain is that it seems tens of times fairer than an idol contract.

With this, if someone pushes the button, we both go boom, right?

Pledges of secrecy, penalty clauses.

Without any hard-to-understand words like NDA or whatever,

…It just cleanly captures a man and woman driven mad by pleasure.

“First, I’ll ask oppa…. …Tell me your name and age.”

“…Kang Joo-hyuk. Born in ’94. 26 years old.”

“In international age?”

“I was born in January, so 25.”

“Ah, I’m a December baby, so I’m still 19.”

Using the interviewer persona I sometimes adopted on variety shows, I record Joo-hyuk oppa’s personal details.

My own details were subtly slipping in too, but at this point, with voices recorded, it didn’t mean much.

It was just an appetizer to heighten the excitement.

“Hmm, how about height and weight?”

“193 centimeters. 100 kilograms, but… I’ve lost some recently. 98 kilograms.”

“…Oh, you don’t look like you’ve gained any weight at all. You’re really heavy. I’m 46 kilograms. More than double mine?”

“Athletes are naturally heavy.”

“If you think about it, I also exercise a lot. …Because of my job.”

“Managing your figure and building muscle are different.”

No one else will ever hear this, but if they did, how would they possibly react to this recording?

A bright, lovely voice recognizable instantly.

Natural, yet slightly foreign-tinged Korean pronunciation.

Even that characteristic giggle.

No matter how you listen, it sounds like a popular member of a famous girl group, but they wouldn’t believe it, thinking it’s too unrealistic.

They’d try to deny it, thinking, ‘XXX weighs 40kg!’

…Surely, not a single fan believed the profile stats back then,

but suddenly, they’ll all believe it.

“Hmph, I see. …So how big is this? Did it grow because you exercise too?”

“I’ve never measured it with a ruler, so I don’t know exactly.”

“Hmm, let’s see, one handspan, two handspans…. …Not quite two handspans, but how many centimeters is one handspan again? I’m Japanese, so I don’t know how big a ‘handspan’ is. Ehehe.”

“How would I know?”

“Ahaha…, even though my hands are small, maybe 10 centimeters? Or 15 centimeters, so this must be at least 20….”

“Around that, I guess.”

Recording my unique laughter and breaths, I measure oppa’s cock length with my pinky and thumb.

Even on the short side, it’s 20cm.

…If I pushed it in just one handspan from my pubic bone, it would reach my belly button,

and this is much longer than that.

Swallowing hard at its immense size, I pressed down on my pounding heart to calm it.

“Anyway, with this incredibly big, bulging thing, …how many times have you had sex, oppa?”

“In terms of women, roughly ten.”

“…That’s surprisingly realistic?”

“I never cheated. I never dated anyone in the first place. They were all sex friends.”

“Eh, so aren’t you cheating right now? …This is your live-in girlfriend’s house, isn’t it?”

“I told you I never dated her! She hates me. I don’t have any particular feelings anymore, though.”

“Puhuhu…”

I meticulously record oppa’s voice, giving brazen answers without stuttering while his cock is being touched by another woman in his live-in girlfriend’s house.

Never kind, never affectionate,

Nor does he seem formal,

Just a trashy guy whose only notable traits are his build and his cock.

He actually has a bold side that’s subtly attractive, but

there’s no way anyone could figure that out from this recording alone, even if they tried.

Just,

A woman with a voice incredibly similar to a famous idol,

“…Hmm, then. Can I touch this a bit more? Since it’s not cheating?”

“Do as you please.”

“Ah, then. …Please take good care of me.”

Slurp,

Slurp.

…Only the sounds of stroking the cock of a disgracefully degenerate man,

Are captured without alteration.

“…How is it?”

“…Honestly? It feels fucking pathetic.”

“Ouch, that’s mean. …Do you know how many people buy dozens of albums just to touch these slender fingers of mine?”

“Thinking of it that way, maybe it’s okay.”

“Wow, you’re a total pervert….”

Slightly angered by his criticism of being pathetic, I put down the cock and phone and kneel on the bathroom tiles.

I looked up at oppa in the pose most popular during cute concept photoshoots, he let out a strange snort and pulled a towel from the tissue box, tossing it to me.

Confused, I stared blankly at it, wondering what it meant. Joo-hyuk oppa gave another strange smile and gently stepped on my thigh.

“Ayyy! Where are you stepping with your foot right now!”

“To get up. You’ll get bruised sitting on the tile floor like that.”

“…I think I’m going to get bruised because of you right now?”

“If you do get bruised, your fans will like it, won’t they?”

“Wow, what a perverted genius, this person.”

“…Less so than an idol who goes crazy over cocks. And you’re so short.”

“157cm isn’t short. …My legs are quite long though? Good proportions too?”

Thanks to oppa echoing my own words back at me, a dark desire from deep within tickled my heart.

Having come this far, it felt like everyone would know who I am even without me saying my name.

Even when I walked around wearing a mask, people’s eyes always followed me.

Whether in Korea,

Or lately, in Japan.

…I’m just too famous.

“In my eyes, you’re small.”

“It’s because oppa is too big. Pervert….”

“…Do you have to say ‘pervert’ specifically in Japanese?”

“Well, it’s my mother tongue? …And.”

If I wasn’t famous,

Doing this kind of thing wouldn’t have been very fun.

“…AVs are usually filmed in Japan, right? So, as fan service?”

“Just recording isn’t called an AV.”

“…So, will you film it? Since you called my hands pathetic, …I’ll use this.”

Putting two fingers into my mouth,

And spreading them wide sideways,

It wouldn’t have been particularly thrilling.

“…Even if it’s lip-syncing, thousands gather just to hear the voice coming from between these lips…. …Wouldn’t it be a waste not to film?”

“……”

…My looks, which cover up my mediocre singing skills,

“Ah! What do you mean, picking up the phone without answering and filming right away?”

“What’s your name.”

“Um, oppa….”

“Name.”

“…Nakazawa Hinami.”

The name Nakazawa Hinami, which makes headlines,

“Occupation.”

“…I’m an idol. Belonging to girl’s knight, the not-quite-maknae position…. The cute main dancer?”

Sent my mood soaring high into the clouds,

“…What are you going to do.”

“From now on, I’m going to clean oppa’s co…ck, …with my mouth, even though you have a girlfriend….”

Makes me want to dive headfirst into the abyss.

“I told you I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Ah, right. …Then should I say it’s the cock of an oppa who walks around with sex slaves?”

“I don’t walk around with them.”

“Ah, look, you’re not denying it. Total pervert, fuhuhu…, Mmph… Mmph….”

Instead of seeing me as a superior, perfect idol,

But just as clean-skinned, horny female,

To a bad-tempered male.

Makes me want to be devoured.

…Completely.