episode_0047

#47

Ah… shit.

I’m so embarrassed I can’t even lift my head.

“Hng…… Hnn…… Mm……”

Strange noises keep leaking from my mouth without me realizing.

*Lick… Lick… Slurp…*

Lying on the bed, Papa eagerly licks between my parted thighs.

“Hng…! H-Haaah… Nngh…!”

I want to close my legs. I don’t want him to see me like this.

But I can’t.

Because right now, Papa is holding both my thighs apart.

I thought… if I just lay still, he’d slowly come over and… kiss me more, touch me gently… carefully like before…

But when he told me to lie on the bed and I obeyed, waiting… Papa suddenly climbed on top, grabbed my legs, and spread them wide open.

I was so shocked I couldn’t even scream.

Then he buried his face between my thighs and started licking—

“Nngh! Nn… Haaaah…!”

How… How does licking feel *this* good? Electric sparks shooting through me…

Papa grips my legs and starts licking the insides of my thighs.

Up and down, his tongue sweeps over my skin. One thigh, then the other.

Even when his tongue grazes *near there*… he doesn’t go straight for it. He teases around the edges, circling, then retreats back to my thighs.

*Just* that. *Only* that.

Yet it feels unbelievably good.

My legs are wide open, humiliatingly exposed… but it feels so good.

“Hng… Nngh… Haah…”

“You don’t have to hold back your sounds, Sarang.”

That deep, velvety voice washes over me, and I just obey instinctively.

Except for this.

If I don’t hold back my voice…

I’ll make the most obscene sounds…

*Slurp…*

“Hyaah…!? N-Ngh—!”

My legs tremble violently.

His tongue… touched *there*.

Ah… I should’ve washed first. It must smell…

“……Sarang.”

“Hng… Haah?”

“You smell so lewd.”

Ugh… It *definitely* smells weird down there…!

Why would he *say* that…?!

Since earlier, I’ve been straining to close my legs, wiggling my toes with effort… but Papa is way stronger than I thought.

Every time I try to squeeze my thighs shut, he just forces them back open…

Now he’s gone beyond just spreading them—he’s pushing my knees toward my chest, folding me completely.

Which means *that place*… is fully exposed to Papa.

And then, Papa buries his face right against it—

“Hnnngg!! Haaaah…!”

“I told you, let it out. Sarang.”

“B-But… I-I caaan’t…!”

Is… is that really *my* voice?

These sounds spilling from my mouth—I can’t believe it’s me.

I can’t even speak properly anymore.

“Nngh…! Haaah… Mm!”

*Lick… Slurp… Slurp…*

That… That wet sound.

It’s not just saliva.

Something’s dripping from *me*…

And Papa’s smearing it all over his face.

Nngh… This is *so* embarrassing.

I… I didn’t think it’d be like this when he first suggested it.

Is sex always like this…?

Or is it just this guy?

“Hyaaaah…!!”

Ah—! A slip-up.

Couldn’t hold back… Made a weird noise.

I’m not some animal, yet these sounds…

Papa must hate this… right?

If the idol he admired is making noises like this…

“Sa… Sarang. That sound just now.”

He pauses and meets my eyes.

Ah… He’s *definitely* disappointed.

I’m an idol, yet I… made *that* noise.

“Let me hear more.”

“Wha…? W-Wait—Hyaaah…!!”

*Slurp… Slurp… Slurp—!*

“Haaah! Nnngh…! Hyaah—!”

No… I can’t hold back. Not anymore.

Even if I try clamping my mouth shut, sounds keep spilling out.

I never knew I could *make* noises like this… It’s weirdly fascinating.

And Papa…

*Lick.*

“Haah! Hnngh… T-There… Nngh…!”

He memorized where I’m most sensitive and is now ruthlessly targeting just that spot.

Every flick of his tongue wrings another sound from me.

“Ah-ha… Nn… Hng…!”

Even if I try forcing myself to stay quiet—

*Lick. Swirl.*

“Nn… HAAAAAAAAH!! Haaah…!”

—the moment Papa flicks his tongue just right, all my resistance crumbles.

“Hng… Haaaaah…!”

My legs are shaking uncontrollably. Even when I tense my toes, they won’t stop. Papa’s grip won’t let me.

Helpless, pinned down, just being licked… How can it feel *this* good?

I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.

It’s not like I’ve never touched myself before…

But this is *nothing* like that.

Being held down by a man, letting him take control, lick me all over… The pleasure is on a whole other level.

If I’d known it’d be like this…

“Pa… Papa… J-Just a…”

“Just a little more?”

“N-No… L-Let’s… rest… for a sec. Okay?”

If this keeps going… I feel like I’ll…

Just a short break… to calm down…

“No.”

With just that single word, Papa buries his face between my legs again.

“Hyaah!? Nnghh… P-P-Papa…!”

No, not inside—!

His tongue slips *in*.

Something’s— Coming— My body’s stiffening— Feels too good— If he keeps licking *there*, I’ll—!

“Hyyyyyaaaah!! HAAAAAH…!!”

*Squelch… Squirt!*

My stomach tightens, legs jerking inward—and something gushes out.

A flood of wetness splashes straight onto Papa’s face.

“Hnngh…”

All strength leaves me.

Papa slowly lowers my legs.

Even as they fall apart, more juices trickle out.

So… this is what “going over the edge” feels like.

Just from his tongue, I squirmed like a fool and soaked him.

Drenched Papa’s face…

“……Sarang.”

“Haaah… Nngh… Nnn…”

“Did it feel good?”

Papa quietly crawls up and strokes my hair as I gasp for air.

“Nnngh…”

Ugh… Words won’t come out right.

Papa looks at me with this… doting expression.

Seriously? *You* made your own *daughter* cum from licking, and *that’s* the face you make?

You’re really… a pervert.

His arms wrap around me.

Pulls me into a tight hug.

I sink into his large frame, chest pressing against his.

He smells so strongly like a man…

And Papa must’ve… smelled my womanly scent too…

Being held like this, the leftover tingles from climaxing, the alcohol, all of it mixing together…

I just want to stay like this.

Hesitantly, I lift a hand and place it on Papa’s back.

Being held by a man… really does feel nice.

I’ve hugged Oppa (*Hogu*) plenty of times, but he… never once hugged *me* first.

Now that someone else is holding me like this… It feels *too* good.

And then…

“…Nn?”

Something hard presses against my hip…

That’s definitely… *it*.

When I hugged Oppa, we were clothed, so I never noticed.

But now… I *definitely* feel it.

So *this* is the monstrous thing men have…

“Sarang.”

Still holding me, Papa calls my name.

“…Nn?”

“Want to touch it?”

Ah.

Only now do I realize…

I’ve been unconsciously rubbing my hip against that hardness.

Ugh… Papa noticed. Now I *definitely* look like a perverted idol.

Seriously…

Even if we’re doing *this* tonight, I don’t want to come off as too depraved. Papa *has* to stay my fan after this… I *want* to seem pure in front of him.

No perverted behavior…

“…Mm.”

Yet my head nods on its own.

Papa chuckles softly at my reaction.

This is… *so* embarrassing.

But at the same time…

Anticipation bubbles up.

How will it feel to touch *that*?

“Then put your hand…”

Papa takes my hand and guides it toward his thick length.

My fingertips brush against something hard.

“Grip it.”

Following his words, I hesitantly close my fingers.

……So hard.

It’s a body part, but it feels like stone.

So big I can’t fully wrap my hand around it.

*This* is what’s going inside me soon.

Heat rushes to my face.

“…This is Papa’s…”

“You can touch anywhere.”

His voice oozes confidence.

Ah… Seriously. Am I *really* allowed to touch it?

I must be… right?

Timidly, I explore further—the tip, the shaft, the heavy weight beneath.

So *this* is how it feels… This is how it’s shaped…

As I get familiar with a man’s body…

“Sarang.”

“…Y-Yeah?”

“What do you think?”

Is… he fishing for compliments?

“It’s hard… and big… and thick… K-Kind of scary, but… still…”

“Still?”

“I… kinda wonder what it’d be like… inside…”

Ah.

*What the hell am I saying?!*

That makes me sound like some nympho!

Even if… it’s *true*, I’m an *idol*—I should be acting coy!

But my mouth moves on its own.

“……You want it inside?”

Ah…

Papa’s low voice brushes against my ear.

I can’t answer.

If I open my mouth now, even *worse* things might spill out.

So instead…

Instead, I just nod silently.

*

“You want it inside?”

At my words, Sarang—still gripping my cock—hesitates, sizing me up before nodding shyly.

I can’t help but smirk.

*Of course.*

*Pathetically easy.*

Even at my age, I’ve still got it.

Just a little sweet-talking, and even a bratty idol falls right into my lap.

Judging by how she reacted to getting eaten out? Definitely a virgin.

Thought all these idols were used goods, spreading their legs for anyone, but *this* one’s untouched.

Watching her torn between curiosity, excitement, and nervousness whets my appetite.

Girls are always best when they’re making *that* face.

Now then.

How should I fuck this bitch to make sure the rumors spread *just right*?

Glancing at the phone on the vanity (*call ongoing: [Sepia Entertainment – Hogu Shim*]), I begin plotting with glee.

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