076. Seduction (4)

Staring intently at her, exuding a seductive aura, I try to sort out my restless feelings.

I knew she would say that, and I had hoped she would.

But even knowing that doesn’t make the disappointment disappear.

Living together with a busty, pretty woman I could probably do anything with if I just pushed a little, going celibate for days isn’t exactly a pleasant experience for me either.

And not releasing the tension after rubbing myself like that in the bathroom is stressful enough in itself.

So,

Right now, I’m quite pent up.

Enough to want to take it out on this innocent woman.

“Okay, come in, Oppa. You said you already ate, right?”

“I left some chicken unfinished.”

“Yeah. Being too full isn’t good for… movement, is it?”

This makes it the second time.

I set foot in an idol’s private space once again.

Last time, I came with Haeun, so if I’d explained it brilliantly, I could have barely called it safe, but

today, without any room for excuses, I’m completely out.

If by any chance reporters took pictures, it probably wouldn’t be a problem I could handle on my own.

…But,

honestly, it’s kind of fun.

“Oh, and since you’re here, could you just sign this one thing?”

“What is it?”

“Um… A contract?”

As I stepped into a place her fans would freak out about if they knew, she ran to her room, quickly grabbed something, and placed a sheet of paper on the dining table.

A contract… huh.

Something I thought I’d never have to write again, though it was familiar, appeared before my eyes, making me slightly flustered, but

seeing its contents, I couldn’t help but be even more bewildered.

“What’s this about?”

“For maintaining secrecy… and to buy your portrait rights, Oppa?”

The sentences lacked any formal structure or etiquette.

However, the intended meaning was clearly written in the document.

‘This house has high-definition CCTV installed in every room, so Hinami’s use of any recorded footage will not be questioned.’

‘If any events that occur here, or any recorded videos and photos, are leaked to others without Hinami’s permission, you will be severely punished.’

…Should this even be considered a contract?

If anything, it seems more like her personal preference.

A woman who performs oral sex on a man she just met couldn’t possibly have normal sexual preferences.

“Hand me a pen. I’ll sign it.”

However, there was no need to play along unnecessarily.

After all, we’re in a relationship where we both just want to have fun, and

if we got caught, whether it was photos or anything else, it wouldn’t do me any good, so there’s no reason to break it.

How she used whatever was recorded was none of my business.

“Wow, your signature is really cool, Oppa.”

“I used to do it a lot back in the day.”

“Were you that popular?”

“Quite.”

After writing my signature, which I’d almost forgotten how to do from not using it for so long, I calmly look at Hinami, standing there blankly.

Her makeup was light, unlike when she appeared on TV.

Although she hadn’t dressed provocatively with effort, her attire exuded a subtle allure.

The faint scent of shampoo, as if she had just washed her hair.

If I hadn’t known this woman’s true nature, I probably would have been incredibly nervous too.

She’s the kind of celebrity you’d definitely see on TV if you just flipped through channels.

“I’m quite popular too.”

“You’re beyond ‘quite popular’.”

“Hehe, that’s true.”

But seeing her smile so naturally makes me momentarily forget she’s a celebrity.

She just feels like a fair-skinned girl her age.

Even her slightly awkward pronunciation isn’t bothersome if you don’t pay attention.

However, her hair color and face definitely scream ‘idol’.

“So, we’ve done what we needed to do for now… What do you want to do now? Want to see my room?”

“I saw it roughly last time.”

“Ah, right. Then I’ll show you this room. Follow me.”

I take her tiny little hand, offered without hesitation.

I didn’t notice earlier because of the step at the entrance, but seeing it now, it really is small.

If I stood straight and hugged her, her head wouldn’t even reach my chin.

Her profile said she was 160cm, but she looked at least 3cm shorter than that.

Despite being small, she had good proportions, making her look taller on screen.

“Ta-da. This is my walk-in closet.”

As I followed her, lost in thought, clothes fitting for such a fine hanger were piled high in the room.

Clothes celebrities would wear outside were in the most accessible places.

Clothes she’d never wear for a normal outing were stored slightly out of reach.

“Those are the outfits from filming music videos. I always buy similar ones after shooting.”

Rummaging through those hard-to-reach places, she showed me the clothes one by one.

Cheerleader outfits, uniforms, nurse outfits.

A princess’s fancy dress, fairy wings, a wizard’s cloak, furry animal costumes.

Outfits I’d seen somewhere before were neatly hung on hangers.

And further in the corner.

“Ah, those over there are personal items… I really like cosplay. I bought a ton of manga too.”

Some more… extreme friends.

A maid outfit more suited for a prostitute than a maid.

A bunny girl outfit you’d see at a strip bar.

A short school uniform that makes one seriously question the principal’s hobbies.

A bikini with a cat head cut out over the chest.

Even a full-body bodysuit with cutouts only at the sleeves.

“Ah, I liked that drama too, so I bought this. What do you think? Doesn’t it look like a really ill-tempered second female lead?”

Taking out an office-look outfit sandwiched between them and holding it against herself, she giggled gleefully.

A smile completely different from the idol’s smile shown in the music videos or fancams I looked up last time.

A casual expression, like an ordinary college student showing off her clothes.

“I can lend you a few if you need them. Oh… I wonder if they’ll fit?”

“If they don’t fit, they might still be useful as they are.”

“Hmm… That’s true. Sometimes Jia wears something really tight, and then the fancam views jump about tenfold.”

The natural atmosphere flowing from that casual conversation,

“Then pick out a few later to give as a gift to Haeun unnie… Okay. Now, here’s a question.”

“Out of the blue?”

“I told you I wanted to play games today, right? Anyway, it’s a question. Out of these, what outfit do I want to wear today?”

She erased it with a mischievous smile, instantly.

Completely different from her everyday persona,

she exuded a dangerous aura.

“What will you give me if I guess correctly?”

“If you guess right, I’ll wear the outfit you picked.”

“And if I’m wrong?”

“…Then I’ll have to wear the wrong outfit, won’t I?”

She posed a question I couldn’t possibly get wrong.

“…I’ll pick that outfit.”

“Wow, correct! How did you guess?”

“You sent me a picture of you wearing it on Telegram last time.”

Even if I had picked the wrong answer, it would have been correct, but

the one I chose was the one I’d seen most recently,

“Eh? So I thought you wouldn’t pick the nurse outfit.”

The nurse outfit.

“I chose it thinking you’d want to wear something new, wasn’t that it?”

“Ah, the reason is slightly off.”

The reason I chose it was,

“…You brought that one straight from filming the music video, right? So you’ve worn it before… It’s used, isn’t it?”

Because it didn’t look overtly lewd.

…Until I take it off.

“How much is it worth?”

“Well… If I put it up for auction among my fans… Maybe around 100 million won? I think someone would buy it.”

Even if I wore it, I’d just look like Hinami from the music video.

I liked it.

In many ways.

**

Hinami’s Room.

She placed the nurse outfit she brought onto the bed, and I sat down next to it.

A strangely bustling atmosphere.

But it wasn’t particularly awkward.

It was the kind of atmosphere I always felt in girls’ rooms.

Except for her room.

“Ah, um… I’ll set something up first…”

“Set up what?”

“A camera… That one has poor sound quality and bad resolution.”

She pointed at the CCTV stuck in the corner of the room, got up from the bed, took a tripod and camera from a drawer, and began setting them up expertly.

Positioned to capture the entire bed perfectly.

She pressed the red light on the camera, then came back into the frame and sat snugly next to me.

“Ahem, um. Ah. Uh… What was I trying to say?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Ah. Right. Greetings. Hello. I’m Hinami. Please take good care of me.”

Then she gave a nod towards someone beyond the screen, even waving her hands side to side.

A start whose meaning was all too obvious.

…It’s probably because she likes this sort of thing that she brought a guy like me into her home.

She’s quite the maniac, isn’t she.

Honestly, even I’m a bit taken aback; this is my first time encountering this type.

But that doesn’t mean I dislike it.

If anything, our codes match.

“The person next to me is Jia’s boyfriend… No, he’s Jia’s older sister’s boyfriend. I almost misspoke.”

“I’m not her boyfriend. I just got dumped.”

“Ah, right. Not a boyfriend… More like… Master? Right?”

“…Something like that, yeah.”

Playing along with her appropriately, I meet the gaze of the camera watching me.

…Will there ever be a day someone watches this video?

Imagining it makes my head hurt slightly, but

honestly, I don’t think I’d feel bad about it.

It’s just bothersome.

“Anyway. Bringing Jia’s older sister’s Master here like this. Um… we’re going to play a game.”

“What game?”

“Mahjong or Daihinmin… Ah. Oppa. Maybe you don’t know?”

“Do I look like I know? …And isn’t Mahjong played by four people? There are only two of us right now.”

“What? You know well enough.”

I was slightly taken aback by her suddenly bringing up actual games, but I actually know about Mahjong too.

Of course, I don’t know the rules, but everyone’s heard of it at least once, right?

“Anyway, then unfortunately we’ll have to do something else. Um… Want to play Rock Paper Scissors?”

“What are we betting?”

“This… Let’s bet on it. Each other.”

…Something like strip Mahjong.

I never thought I’d get a chance to try it.

Not in a place like this.

With a woman like this.