episode_0051
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# 51
*Creak creak creak creak*
The sound of rough collisions and the old bed groaning.
“Papaha…ahh…! Papa…! Haaaahh…!”
Sarang’s moans rose wildly with every creak.
An unbelievable sound for someone supposedly experiencing it for the first time.
*Schlap schlap schlap schlap*
The wet sound of flesh slapping together like beasts.
“Ughhh…! Ughhhhh!!”
Sarang tried to hold back multiple times, but—
*Squeeeeak…!*
“Hnngh…! Ughhhh…!!”
It ended in a single, helpless gasp.
“Papa…! Ughhh! Papa…!” “Sarang-ah…! Feels good when I hit here? Right here?” “Ughhh…! Th…there……!”
Even just hearing their voices, it was clear how animalistic their coupling was as they relentlessly rocked against each other.
“Hnnnngh…! Hnnnngh…!”
Listening to Sarang’s ragged breathing, I mindlessly stroked myself—but every time I opened my eyes, I remembered I was just masturbating alone in the dark dorm living room.
So I just closed my eyes and focused entirely on the sounds leaking from my headphones.
“Sarang-ah. Feels good? Mine… *pant*… Right?” “Ughhh… Hahhh…! Feels… so good…… Papa’s…… good……!” “Even when I press down hard like this?” “Hahhhhh… love… when Papaa presses me down……! Use your big body… hhhh…! Press me… harder……!”
*Squeak squeak squeak squeak*
*Thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust*
Sarang was losing herself to pleasure.
Pinned beneath the man’s body, screaming like a madwoman, forgetting she was even an idol, becoming nothing but a female in heat.
A side of her I’d never seen before.
A side I couldn’t have even imagined.
Sarang… was moaning like crazy.
“Gonna cum…!” “More… moreeeee… Papa…! Hnnngghhh!!”
*Splurt! Splurt! Spluuurt…!*
Even through the phone, I could hear the violent sound of his release—and at the same time, I shot my own load.
*Drip drip drip.*
A few drops of semen spilled onto the carpet in front of the sofa.
“Hahhh… Hahhh…”
My breathing was ragged.
My cock shriveled up immediately, as if to say *no more*.
This was already my fourth orgasm today—my stamina had hit its limit.
“Hnnnngh…… Hnnnngh……”
Even as Sarang’s moans continued, my dick stayed limp.
“Hahhh… Pulling out now.” “Hnnngh……. Ughhh…….”
*Schhhhluck.*
A wet suction noise as something slipped out—probably Han Myeong-su pulling his cock free.
“Look. See? This is what Sarang squeezed out.” “Hnngh…? Th-that’s……” “Inside the condom. Isn’t it crazy?”
Ah… so they used a condom.
“Th-this……… is…” “The cum Sarang’s pussy milked out.” “P-Papa… don’t say it like that… it’s embarrassing……” “Why? This is the proof of our love.” “B-but still……” “If we didn’t use this, it’d be inside you right now.” “………Whoa…… wow.”
Her voice was genuinely amazed.
Having lived detached from these realities until now, Sarang was learning for the first time tonight—about men, about sex—all carved into her by this uncle fan, Han Myeong-su.
“Alright. Should we put on a fresh one?” “Uhh… yeah. We’re… doing it again?” “Of course. Did you think once would be enough?” “……………No.”
Goddammit…
What the hell kind of stamina does this old man have?
The call had been going for nearly 30 minutes. Though the penetration time wasn’t particularly long, Han Myeong-su had only cum once in that time.
I’d cum twice.
Sarang had climaxed three times already……
“We’re going all night, okay? *Chuckle*… Got it?” “Y-yeah……” “Here. Put the new one on yourself.” “Mmm… l-like this…? Does this work?” “Yeah. Just… roll it down while pushing.” “Mmm… like this…… hhhh… ngh…” “Feels like you’re getting wetter just from touching it.” “N-no…! I-I’m not……!” “You are. You’re dripping.” “Hnngh… Papa… stop saying ittt……” “Can’t help it—you’re cute.” “………Cute?” “Yeah. That’s why I got hard again right after cumming.” “………Nnngh……” “Spread your legs. I’m going in again.”
The moment his words ended, I heard the sound of shifting positions.
*Schlooooorp…!*
“Hhhhnnggh…! Ughhhh…!!”
And it started again.
By now, even Sarang’s moans couldn’t get me hard. The arousal was still there, but my body wouldn’t respond.
Yet Han Myeong-su—far older than me—kept thrusting relentlessly into Sarang’s pussy without hesitation.
“Hhaaah…! Hh…ah… Hnngh…! Ngh…!”
The moans continued endlessly.
[Call Duration: 42:33]
“Hhhnngh…! Papa…! I’m… cumming again…!”
Each time they fucked, Sarang climaxed multiple times.
[Call Duration: 1:01:53]
“Gonna cum…!” “Hhaaaahh…! Hnnghhh…! Hnngh…!”
The sounds continued like she might pass out.
I just sat on the sofa, listening helplessly.
[Call Duration: 1:26:03]
“Yeah… hahh… suck right there…” *Schlurp. Schlup.* “Here…? This feels good?” “Khhh…! Ngh. Yeah… there.” “……Papa’s so cute?” “Need to punish you with another round?”
Sarang’s first experience was slowly being dyed by Han Myeong-su.
[Call Duration: 1:55:20]
“Papa…! There… ughhh…! Right there…!” “Feels good when I hit this spot?” “Hhhnnggh…! Hhhhnnnghhh…!!” “Answer me!” “Yesssss….. feels so goood……!”
Three times.
Four.
Five.
It went on endlessly, orgasm after orgasm.
[Call Duration: 2:43:11]
“Hahhh……. That’s the seventh one.” “……Wow……. That’s… a lot.” “All pumped out by Sarang’s pussy, you know?” “……Did it… feel that good?” “First time with you—of course it did.” “………Hehe.”
[Call Duration: 3:27:45]
“Hhhnngh…! Ughhh…! So…… good……! Papa’s cock…! Love it……!” “Moving your hips so well now. My Sarang.” “Papa too… feels good…? Inside me…?” *Chuckle* “I wouldn’t have cum so much if it didn’t.” “Then cum a tenth time too…! Hhhnngh…! Pleaaase……!”
For hours.
Without a hint of stopping, their sex continued.
I couldn’t do anything.
Compared to Han Myeong-su, who came ten times into Sarang, I’d only jerked off four times before my dick gave out.
Just listening was all I could do—I couldn’t even touch myself anymore.
[Call Duration: 4:09:23]
“Papa…! Again…! Ughhhh…!”
*Click.*
The call cut off.
Checking my phone carefully, I saw the battery had died, shutting it off automatically.
But.
Their sex would surely continue even after this.
Until a dozen condoms full of cum had been emptied onto Sarang’s body.
Until she collapsed, too exhausted to even move.
What happened to Sarang after that, I couldn’t possibly know.
*
Ughh……
I don’t even know when I fell asleep.
No sense of time. Barely able to move.
Just how many times did Papa go…?
I counted up to ten, then gave up.
Struggling to get up, my legs wobbled—the sensation of something still inside me making my steps ridiculous.
But I had to move.
As I showered, Papa walked in.
“Sarang-ah.”
He hugged me tightly.
……So affectionate.
Or was he asking for more……?
“……Papa.” “Thank you.” “……Huh?” “It was my lifelong dream.” “……What kind of dream is that?” “I mean it.”
Honestly… such a pervert.
But despite myself, my face burned.
“Now…… we’re done, right?” “Yeah.”
Just one night. That was the promise.
After today, we’d return to being just idol and fan.
What happened would stay a secret between us.
“……Too bad.” “Papa. A promise is a promise……” “I know. Sarang-ah.” “I get how you feel, but… no dating.” “……That hurts.”
Ugh… Why does saying that make *me* feel like the bad one?
But I need to draw the line here…
Yesterday was partly the alcohol… and my own frustration…
And most of all—how could I ever face Oppa in Seoul after this?
Not that Oppa knows… but if he found out I slept with this uncle…
I have to bury today and forget it clean.
Like it never happened.
“……Sarang-ah.” “…Papa? Why is… this thing getting hard again?”
After *last night*?
Do you even know how wrecked the bed is?
My body and hair are still covered in—ugh… *Again*?
“One last time. Just once.” “Papa, you’re not a kid—whining won’t—” “One time. Please?”
Something huge presses against my rear.
I can’t.
*Really* can’t.
But the memories of last night flood back.
The feeling of this thing thrusting endlessly between my legs.
It still feels like it’s inside me.
After today… I’ll never feel it again.
“………*One* last time. And that’s it.”
In the end, we barely made checkout after two more rounds in the shower.
Back in the coupe, driving through the morning roads toward the dorm, Papa kept a bitter frown the whole way.
“……So I can’t see you like this anymore?” “You can see me. At concerts. Fan meetings.” “Not like… *this*.” “No. We agreed to go back to just idol and fan.” “……”
Papa slumps in his seat.
Should you really be driving like that?
This confident, lively man, now deflated at the thought of never doing this again—
It makes *me* feel oddly guilty.
Still, Papa…
I still only like Oppa.
What happened yesterday—just a fleeting memory.
That’s all!
“……Phone.”
Taking his phone, I unlocked it and opened the contacts.
[♡ Sarang ♡] [010-●●●●-●●●●]
I entered my number.
“……Sarang-ah.” “Just… checking in sometimes. That’s all.” “Really?” “Th-that’s the limit! The most a fan can get, so be grateful.”
Twirling the hair that had once been stained with Papa’s cum, I set the phone down.
Just occasional chats.
Just that.
Think of me as a friend.
Yet, trembling slightly at the thought of when—or how—we might meet again.
I didn’t notice at the time.
The call log.
Oppa’s name was there, buried under hours of records.
It would be much later before I ever saw it.
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