190. Filming (2)

Hugging the blanket and stretching my right hand straight towards the ceiling, I let out a deep sigh.

…Today too, it ended without any major trouble.

When was the last time I met Oppa exactly?

Was it two weeks? Or three weeks?

It doesn’t seem like it’s been a full month, but subjectively, it feels like two months have passed.

Holding out with the treasures I had saved up during that time was slowly reaching its limit.

Starting from the photos when I was first fucked by Oppa, I had already watched all the other videos taken since then long ago.

Even so, watching regular AV didn’t give me much excitement anymore, since I had already tasted the real thing.

Ultimately, the only one who could satisfy me was Joo-hyuk oppa.

The dildos stuck away in my room aren’t warm, don’t twitch, and aren’t fun at all.

Rather, hugging the blanket tightly and talking on the phone with Oppa was much more fun.

Even that was slowly becoming insufficient now.

I had thought about finding a way to meet Oppa using the excuse of visiting Jia’s house.

But even for me, it felt awkward to bring up such a topic after fighting like that at the pension.

To apologize first, I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong.

I wished she would apologize first, but she didn’t seem to be in a state to do so.

Ultimately, the only thing I could do was pretend to go to the convenience store every night and look around.

Just in case, I tucked a personal alarm and a self-defense stun gun into my pockets, and took pictures of all the cars parked on the roadside.

While pretending to make a call from a distance and taking pictures of the license plates, after consistently wandering around late at night for about a week, I was able to find out that there was a car lingering specifically near my house.

A jet-black sedan with extremely dark tinted windows.

Regardless of weekdays or weekends, it was in that spot every single night.

To say someone living nearby, this place has plenty of parking spaces.

The fact that it was parked specifically on the roadside looked too suspicious, and it was also suspicious that it was parked in a spot where my house’s parking lot was visible when I zoomed in.

More than anything, when I actually went the other way around to try and find that car, it would disappear like a ghost.

Although there was no concrete proof, I had a strong suspicion that it was almost 100% paparazzi.

What should I do exactly to make them go away?

Until when did they intend to follow me?

After pondering that for a long time, I eventually realized that those people couldn’t leave until they got some results.

Of course, if I held out a little longer, they might disappear someday, but before that could happen, I was about to die of loneliness, so I decided to offer myself up, put on clothes, and went outside.

“Ah, it’s cold….”

Although summer hadn’t quite left, as I walked into the night air carrying the scent of autumn, tok-tok.

Wearing a mask, a hat, and glasses without lenses pulled down low, looking obviously suspicious as I walked down the street, I looked around.

…The black sedan was still watching me from afar.

Pretending not to notice its gaze, I slightly lowered my mask, put the e-cigarette I had quit a long time ago in my mouth, and inhaled vapor for the first time in a while.

“Swoosh…, hoo…. Kek, kek…. Haa….”

…It really tastes damn awful.

Feeling a dizzy sensation, I coughed a few times and held the tasteless vapor in my mouth a few more times.

I don’t really remember why I even smoked this crap, but after inhaling a few times, I got a little used to it and could smoke without coughing.

Like that, from an angle easily visible to cameras, I exhaled vapor on the street several times, then went straight home, changed clothes, and waited for a bit.

Then, I swapped my glasses for sunglasses, changed the color of my hat and mask, and even put on a wig before going outside the house to check if the car that had been staring intently at me was still there.

…They finally clocked out.

Damn persistent bastards.

Of course, logically speaking, the car was probably just a company car, and they rotated the personnel, but while praising the reporters inwardly who had struggled for weeks to get just one photo of an idol smoking, I, after several months, called a taxi and confidently sat in the back seat.

Making it obvious I was annoyed to the taxi driver who seemed interested in everything, I got off near Oppa’s house, worried if there might be reporters nearby too, and looked around.

Oppa doesn’t live here alone; Jia lives here too.

But realizing that looking around dressed so suspiciously like this looked even more suspicious, I confidently walked towards where Oppa was.

Taking the elevator up to the very high floor, as I reached the front door where unnie and Oppa lived after a long time, my heart pounded dangerously.

“I can finally meet him.”

“I wonder if he’ll be mad that I came secretly.”

“No, he’ll probably welcome me anyway.”

“He’ll just scold me a little, then welcome me like usual.”

“…But what if he’s already asleep because he’s tired?”

“Do I have to stand here the whole time?”

“Should I have contacted him before coming?”

While imagining all sorts of scenarios, the moment I rang the doorbell, ding-dong.

“…What the hell.”

Oppa, who rushed out in his pajamas, greeted me while scratching his neck vigorously.

…His tired face looks so cute.

“Even in pajamas, those muscles can’t be hidden.”

Lost in thought, I froze, and realizing Oppa was looking at me suspiciously, I hurriedly lowered my sunglasses.

“Heh heh. …Since it’s the weekend starting tomorrow, I snuck out.”

“…Hey.”

Oppa, as soon as he saw my eyes, seemingly certain of my identity, said in a low voice and urgently pulled me inside.

Feeling Oppa’s thick fingers for the first time in a while felt so welcoming, I tightly grasped Oppa’s hand and smiled bashfully.

Joo-hyuk oppa, perhaps finding it a bit absurd, let out a deep sigh, took off my hat and wig, and looked down at me with a look of exasperation.

“You have reporters tailing you, what were you thinking coming here.”

“I checked that they’d left before coming?”

“How did you figure that out.”

“…When I showed them I was smoking an e-cig, they left.”

“Hey.”

“Ehehe…”

A troubled expression.

Seeing his exasperated look, I got excited for no reason, threw off my mask, and burrowed into his arms.

Oppa’s embrace was so warm, even though he scolded me verbally, he didn’t push me away but hugged me. I wiped my slightly teary eyes on Oppa’s pajamas, looked up at him with a continuous smile, and rubbed my cheek against him.

“…Didn’t you miss me, Oppa?”

“I did.”

“Then that’s all that matters. …We met like this.”

As I said in a slightly trembling voice, Oppa let out a sigh of resignation, stroked my hair, and allowed me to act spoiled as much as I wanted.

Because it was so warm and thankful, I stood still, hugging Oppa tightly, acting cute towards him over and over again.

Only after smelling Oppa’s scent until I felt I had enough, did I barely pull away from Oppa’s embrace, take off my shoes, and finally step inside the house.

“…Is unnie asleep?”

“She crashed.”

“I see.”

Hearing that unnie had fallen asleep first, I felt both disappointment and relief simultaneously. I walked into the kitchen as if this was my own home, stomping my way in, made the coffee I always drank, and sat at the dining table chair.

“How many times did you do it for unnie to crash?”

“We didn’t do anything like that today. She just met a friend and came back drained.”

“…Really? Seeing unnie’s fan cam, I can imagine what you guys did afterwards.”

“We didn’t film today.”

“Mmm…, I see.”

While sipping the slightly lukewarm coffee mixed with cold water, I quietly hid my delight at the fact that Oppa was energetic today, without cheering out loud.

No matter how tired unnie was, if she knew I was here, she would force herself to get up and try to share him with me, which was obvious.

“Tonight, Oppa is my dildo.”

“And I am Oppa’s only vibrator.”

Since unnie had monopolized Oppa until now, thinking it would be okay for me to monopolize him tonight, I casually unbuttoned one of my top buttons.

“I worked up a bit of a sweat coming here… Should I wash up?”

“You probably washed before coming anyway.”

“Ah, you like the smell of my sweat, right Oppa?”

“…I like the smell of skin, not so much sweat.”

“But you loved it when I sent you sweaty pictures after schedules.”

“That’s because I liked you after the schedule, not the sweat itself.”

The thought that it was all the same came to mind first, but in reality, Oppa has a bit of mysophobia, so I decided to just go with it. Even the coffee I’m drinking right now has been in the exact same spot since the first time we met. Of course, despite that, he was quite good at licking everywhere, but well… Let’s just say it’s because I was so clean, practically a virgin idol.

While acting cool with his words, he clearly had no intention of refusing. I stared intently at Oppa, then downed the rest of the coffee, got up from the chair, and flopped onto the sofa.

“Then I’m going to sleep. …It was really tiring coming all the way here this late.”

“…Go ahead.”

“Are you really going to sleep? You won’t touch me?”

Tuk, tuk.

As I unbuttoned the remaining buttons one by one.

I struck a pose so my pink camisole and bra underneath were visible, and closed my eyes.

Then Oppa placed my sunglasses and hat, which he was holding, somewhere, stealthily came over to the sofa, sat down gently, and placed my head on his thighs.

“…It’s quite high.”

“Sorry my thighs are thick.”

I felt like my neck was slightly bent. Because Oppa’s thighs were so large, honestly, the thought of comfort didn’t really occur to me.

“Of course, even so, I loved him stroking my hair.”

“How were you planning to get back when you came here?”

“Um… By blackmailing Jia?”

“…Did you make up?”

“No. Not at all.”

“You should. She seemed a bit unstable too.”

“…I know. But there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Enjoying Oppa’s stroking, I rummaged through Oppa’s pants pocket, naturally got his phone in my hand, unlocked it, and looked through it.

I sent the various steamy photos Oppa took with unnie to my Telegram, and carefully saved his show-off photos taken after working out too.

I looked through them one by one to see what other debauched private lives he enjoyed, but surprised that Oppa didn’t care at all, I dug through his phone more persistently.

Then when I opened Twitter, all sorts of explicit photos popped up immediately.

…Even so, they couldn’t be more explicit than my phone’s, but just in case there was a play I could use today, while scrolling through, I saw a very familiar wallpaper and stopped scrolling for a moment.

“…Is this unnie?”

“No.”

“That’s the wallpaper, that wallpaper.”

I reached out my hand, pointing at the wallpaper in this house, and held the photo out to Oppa.

Then Oppa made a slightly troubled expression, shook his head, took the phone, fiddled with it for a bit, and handed it back to me.

“Haeun doesn’t post things like that on Twitter. She sells them for money.”

“Then it’s just a coincidence…”

“Not exactly.”

On the phone I got back, photos that were heavily edited, to the point where it felt slightly excessive, were lined up.

Black hair, breasts bigger than mine, face completely covered, skin smoothed by Photoshop so you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.

Although there wasn’t that much exposure, as I gazed at those photos that looked strangely erotic, I pondered deeply what could possibly be behind the covered face.

Then, as the face erased with white crumpled and reappeared, my most familiar friend slowly filled that empty space in my mind.

“…No way, is it Jia?”

“Who knows.”

“….”

Who knows.

Was Oppa’s reply.

…Hearing Oppa not deny it at all.

Who the owner of those slightly risqué tweets was.

I instinctively realized.

That she had fallen this far,

I realized only now.