073. Seduction (1)

“Ah, I’m thirsty. Haeun-ah, can you give me some water?”

Muscular.

Short hair.

A face that nine out of ten people would assume belonged to an athlete.

For someone like that, surprisingly clear skin.

“Hey, I’m wiping myself here, figure it out yourself….”

His name is Kang Joo-hyuk.

His personality is trash.

His occupation is unemployed… no. Rapist.

The only good things about him are his strength and his big dick; a scumbag human.

“I’ll wipe it for you, so give me the water.”

He snatched the sticky tissue I was holding, carelessly tossed it on the floor, rolled up a new tissue, and placed his hand on my chest.

Then, his semen, which still remained despite wiping so much, was gradually wiped away with a swish.

It felt like I could feel a pulse from his large hands, thump, thump.

Feeling inexplicably indignant and furious, I hugged my chest, still not fully wiped, with one arm and pushed away from him, handing him the cup of water instead.

After all,

even if I wiped it all clean, the smell wouldn’t disappear anyway.

“…Are you satisfied?”

“Who knows.”

“Hey, how many times did you cum… slurp….”

He took a sip of the water I gave him, answered my question nonchalantly, and then, to my disbelief, forced the water back into me.

I washed away his lingering taste with water, and then he pushed the remaining smell right down my throat.

“Phew…. Ah, the blanket’s a mess….”

A man who doesn’t even consider being considerate.

I don’t like men like this.

And I have no intention of liking them in the future.

Because he’s so far removed from my ideal type.

But still.

“So what? It’s not my house. She’ll wash it herself.”

“….”

Even if the liquid mixed with water and saliva dirtied someone else’s bed.

Even if smelly, sticky tissues lay scattered on someone else’s floor.

If I could look down on that idiot girl staring up at me with a blank face, as if she felt no shame, let alone anger.

“Should we get going and wash up? I mean, it’s not like we can do more, right?”

“…I’ll go wash up. I wiped it down roughly.”

“Why? Are you afraid she’ll peek if you wash?”

If I could shower that kind of girl with ridicule.

I can at least tolerate the smell of a guy like this being all over me.

To the point where I can…

“No, I don’t mind her peeking…. It’s just that she feels like she’ll crawl right in.”

“Then we can wash together.”

“No.”

The feeling of someone hoarding what another desperately wants, refusing to share.

Was as thrilling as sex with this body and that scumbag with nothing but a great dick.

“Well, then I guess there’s nothing we can do. Uh… Hinami.”

“Ah… Yes. Oppa.”

“I’ll ask you to clean up later, so let’s meet then. …Honestly, doing it today feels a bit… off for you too, doesn’t it?”

“Eh…?”

“Isn’t it a waste to have sex with a limp dick that’s cum multiple times?”

“…Of course.”

He never moves according to my thoughts.

“Hey. Kang Joo-hyuk.”

“What.”

“What did you just say to her?”

“I just asked if she’d meet me sometime on a day I’m not using my dick.”

“…Are you kidding me?”

I gave you everything you wanted.

My lips, my collarbone, my belly button.

Even my breasts, which you like so much.

“Do you hate it that much if I fuck her?”

“I do. If you fuck that slut, your dick will rot away.”

“Ah, actually…”

“Shut up.”

My virginity, which I guarded desperately wanting to meet a decent man until this age.

You took it all away.

I’m just asking you not to give that bitch I don’t like a single candy,

But.

“Do you really hate it that much if I fuck another girl?”

“…For starters, not her.”

“Really? Then I guess… you just need to do well.”

“What?”

“Well, if you and I just live like we always do, I’ll have the stamina, but I won’t be able to do it, right?”

How far do you have to play with me before you’re satisfied?

You were affectionate today, weren’t you?

You even pretended to be jealous, and accepted it all even when you fucked me relentlessly and came all over me.

I even squeezed out your remaining lust with my breasts, which you like so much.

And yet, you.

“…You piece of shit.”

“Why are you sulking again? I’ll make pasta when we get back.”

“Do I look like I’m joking right now?”

“Yeah.”

“What?”

“Seeing as you keep making excuses, it just looks like you’re joking.”

“What excuses am I….”

“No, well. Forget it. We’ll talk about this later. Let’s go.”

I still don’t know what else he wants from those inhuman eyes.

I still don’t know.

It would be easier to understand if you were just a sex-crazed piece of shit.

“…Ah. See you later, Oppa.”

“Yeah.”

If he were really just that kind of bastard, he wouldn’t have brought me here.

He could have just come here alone behind my back and had a sordid sex session with that pretty-faced girl.

There would be no need to involve me.

…It’s not like I’d get jealous of you doing this kind of thing,

Or fall for you sincerely.

It just makes me annoyed, and then the feeling disappears.

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Cleaning up… wasn’t easy.

The smell lingering on the tissues and bedsheets made me dizzy.

Touching the lingering warmth made my heart pound, recalling the scene.

What would it have felt like if that magnificent dick had ravaged me inside?

If her Master were to embrace another woman, what expression would Haeun unnie wear?

And what would Joo-hyuk oppa’s face look like, ravishing me while leaving Haeun unnie alone?

My fantasies spawned more fantasies, endlessly chasing each other until I was spinning, and I almost passed out.

…Even though he came so much, he still looked hard.

Maybe I should have just asked him to fuck me right then and there.

“No, no.”

I regret it a little now, but I’ve decided not to regret it.

After all, I’m an idol, right?

My fans wouldn’t want me to be weakly fucked by a dick that’s cum three times, anyway.

If anything, wouldn’t they get more turned on by being brutally fucked by a rock-hard, trembling dick like a beast?

Just like how fans prefer my bouncing breasts when I’m genuinely excited and jumping around, rather than when I’m dancing suggestively for business.

Honestly, they’re not small, but they’re not as big as Jia’s or Haeun unnie’s either.

Sometimes, I feel like they like my body even more than Jia’s.

Perverted bastards.

…Well, I can’t say anything since I’m a pervert too.

“Ah, I need to clean this up….”

It’s the same with that 8-inch dildo I deliberately took out from the corner of the room.

Isn’t it honestly too much of a waste to dedicate my virginity to something that has no feelings and is only slightly smaller than Joo-hyuk oppa’s dick?

How valuable is my body?

How much penalty fee would I have to pay if I tore up the contract right now?

If I keep wearing this mask and continue my activities, how many more buildings could I buy?

I don’t know since my IQ dropped significantly from cumming so much earlier, but it’s definitely enormous.

So, I’ve decided to gift this valuable body to someone who can ‘cook’ me deliciously.

The men I inevitably meet while being an idol all seemed to have terrible cooking skills.

…And those men didn’t exactly look starved, either.

Unlike Joo-hyuk oppa, who seems desperate to get what he wants,

They didn’t seem obsessed enough to completely ruin me.

“…Me too.”

So, I wanted to be ruined by him too.

Because I live a life where I can’t afford to fall apart in front of others.

My smile, my walk, every single piece of clothing.

I’m in a job where I have to calculate everything.

I want to fall apart much more than I did earlier.

With such a ruined figure behind me,

…I want to smile in front of my fans.

Ah, how thrilling and decadent would that be.

Becoming the magical girl I admired as a child.

After experiencing many secret acts that I shouldn’t tell anyone about,

The feeling of transforming back as if nothing happened.

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The pasta Kang Joo-hyuk made that day was delicious, as always.

The next morning too.

The lunch the day after that too.

And the dinner the day after that too.

I only ate delicious things.

“….”

“Why are you staring.”

…Kang Joo-hyuk didn’t ‘eat’ me.

A man who would fuck me at least once every three days, even if I ignored him.

A guy who groped me every single day as if it were routine, even if he didn’t fuck me.

Since that day, he hasn’t touched a single hair on me for three days.

“Just because. I was wondering if you were going to sleep too.”

Including today, it’s already the fourth day.

“Sleeping already?”

“Why? Can’t I sleep?”

Normally, he’d see my side boob peeking out from my tank top and subtly slip his hand in.

At the very least, he’d be stroking someone’s thigh without even asking.

“No, if you want to sleep, you should sleep.”

“…I’m going to wash up and then sleep.”

He didn’t react at all to my words about going to shower, nor did he follow me to the bathroom.

Even though he craved me so much just a few days ago.

Even though he only fucked me, ignoring other pretty and popular idols who have smaller breasts than me.

Why is he acting like he feels no sexual desire now, like we’re just acquaintances?

“Aren’t you going to wash?”

“Who knows.”

“….”

You were horny for me, weren’t you?

You can’t even contain your desire to fuck me right now, can you?

…I can see your erection through your pants.

You want to grab Seo Haeun’s hips, which you like so much, and pound away, don’t you?

You want to grab my breasts from behind, then slap my ass hard, saying you want to change positions, don’t you?

And then, like always, you want to get on top of me and cum inside me, don’t you?

…No?

“…I’m really going to wash now?”

“Yeah, okay. Wash up.”

“….”

…So, you’re going to keep pretending you’re not turned on until the very end, right?

Let’s see how much you can endure.

If you could endure fucking me,

You wouldn’t have raped me right after getting her drunk because you couldn’t wait to pick up a girl.

Therefore,

You probably won’t be able to stand it.

Even if I don’t say anything.