episode_0140

#140

In a way, it might have been inevitable, but Sarang and I had started being intimate some time ago.

Whenever we had spare moments during schedules or went out together on days off, we’d sneak in time for ourselves.

Though we were still gradually getting used to it, even just that was enough to feel a deep bond forming.

And for the past few days, Sarang had been insistently asking for more.

“…Should we book a motel?”

“Yeah. Anywhere’s fine with me.”

At her words, I turned the wheel toward the nearest decent motel.

A tingling anticipation made my pants feel tighter.

*Click.*

After opening the door and inserting the card key, the lights flickered on. The room was nothing fancy—just a standard space with a large bed and a sofa.

“Ugh. I’m exhausted.”

Sarang flopped onto the bed the second we stepped in.

“Oppa, you should lie down too. Driving all the time must be tiring.”

“I wanna wash up first. I sweated a bit earlier carrying stuff.”

“Huh? You sweated? That explains it.”

Sarang’s gaze shifted. She leaned toward me.

“…Don’t come closer.”

“No way. I like this smell.”

She jumped into my arms and eagerly inhaled.

“Haa… This is what I live for.”

“Don’t say creepy stuff.”

“Why not? You have no idea how good this smells.”

“No clue. I just feel gross. I really need to wash up.”

“Not allowed~! You can’t shower until I say so!”

She tightened her grip and pushed me down onto the bed.

Climbing on top of me, she buried her face in my chest.

“Haa… Sniff. Haa…”

“Sometimes you really act like a freak.”

“I *am* a freak. I liked you *because* of your smell.”

“……”

“When we first met during your audition—that handshake? I smelled you and knew: ‘This is the one.’”

“You were in middle school then.”

“Yep. Eighth grade.”

“…That early?”

“Uh-huh!”

“…I’m gonna kill someone.”

“Who cares~? I’m all grown up now.”

Sarang, clinging and cooing in my arms, was already twenty-one. Her behavior hadn’t changed much, though.

I stroked her hair as she kept sniffing me.

“Mmm~. This is true healing.”

“…Being petted while sniffing sweat?”

“Yeah! Isn’t it obvious?”

“Only to you.”

Sometimes Sarang’s logic was hard to follow—but she was cute.

Either way, she was someone who clung to me with boundless affection.

Sarang insisted on making up for lost time, sticking by my side every second.

She’d even begged to stay over instead of sleeping at the dorm. I had to shut that down for management reasons, though.

“Should we start?”

As I lifted my head, Sarang undid my shirt buttons. Her hands trailed downward, loosening my belt.

“Yeah.”

“I sweated, though.”

“You don’t get it, Oppa. That’s the best part. And washing comes *after*.”

She bulldozed right over common sense.

Still, I didn’t resist her lead.

Before I knew it, my pants were off, and Sarang was tugging at my underwear.

Once my lower half was fully exposed, my cock sprang free.

“Hah! There it is. Oppa’s peepee.”

“Don’t call it that.”

“Why~? It’s cute.”

Sarang cradled my cock like a toy—her small hand completely hiding it.

“Mmm… Still not fully hard yet?”

She squeezed, pulled, and prodded at it.

As she said, I wasn’t fully erect—but close.

“…How do we make it bigger~?”

“……”

“Hm? Oppa.”

“…Like last time……”

“Huh? What?”

“You… remember how we did it before…?”

At my hesitant words, Sarang nodded knowingly.

“Yeah! That ‘method’ works fastest, right?”

“……Yeah.”

My reply made her eyes glint.

Shifting beside me, she stroked my cock and whispered in my ear.

“Oppa, you won’t get hard unless we do ‘that talk’ again…?”

“Ngh…!”

“Huuu…”

Her breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“So, yesterday at the fan meet… some fat otaku showed up. You know, *that* guy.”

“Ah… that time.”

“Yeah. The one you tripped. After bulk-buying our merch, he started acting like he owned .”

…She wasn’t wrong.

He’d bought up the remaining album stock, after all.

“W-What did he ask for this time?”

“Hm? Oh… He wanted me to hug him.”

*Ngh!*

That fucking otaku piece of—

“So…?”

“Couldn’t say no… so I leaned against him.”

“……And?”

“Then suddenly, he slithered an arm around my waist.”

*Bastard.*

“He yanked me hard, so I ended up pressed close. His sweat stank. Gross.”

“Did your chest touch?”

“Obviously. He *squished* them. Then during photos, he kept sliding his hands lower—ended up groping my ass.”

“……”

“I had to smile for pics, so I couldn’t say shit. He kept feeling me up blatantly until it ended… Didn’t you notice, Oppa?”

“……No.”

“Wow, zero observation skills~ Your girlfriend’s getting groped, and you’re clueless.”

“Ngh… Sorry.”

“Oh wow…! It’s all the way up now.”

*Strokes.*

Her hand sped up around my cock—now fully hard.

Though even then, her grip barely left the tip exposed.

“So stiff… You liked it *that* much?”

“……”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“Ngh… Hey, that spot—!”

“Won’t stop unless you admit it.”

Her fingers rubbed insistently behind the head.

“Sarang…”

“So? Did it turn you on?”

“……Yeah.”

“See? You’re a freak too. Like me.”

Even though we’d been together a while, that didn’t suddenly rewire our kinks.

I… couldn’t get fully hard unless I heard about Sarang’s encounters with other men.

She’d caught on ages ago, making it routine to recount those stories—especially fan incidents—before we started.

Every time, these tales left me rock-solid.

One unspoken rule: we never brought up *his* name.

If we did, I’d probably lose my mind—but this was enough.

By now, we’d both probably forgotten about him.

“Here… Oppa, me too.”

Sarang spread her arms and lay back. I climbed over her, carefully removing her clothes.

“Kiss? Mmph…”

She closed her eyes and accepted my lips.

*Smack… Slorp… Schlick…*

While kissing, my hands busied themselves undressing her.

“*Smack*… Wow, you’ve gotten better at this.”

“……Lots of practice.”

“Whoa, your face is so red.”

“We’re naked, duh.”

“……Am I pretty?”

“Huh?”

“My body. Is it pretty?”

Completely bare, Sarang watched me, chest and hips exposed.

Her well-proportioned breasts, toned from training—fitting for an idol.

“Yeah. You’re pretty.”

“Prettier than Harin unnie?”

“Prettier than Harin.”

“…Good.”

If my kink was hearing about her with other men, hers was constant comparisons to Harin.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d said those exact words—but Sarang always demanded them.

“Does this turn you on more than Harin unnie?”

“Yeah, Sarang.”

“You’d rather put it in me than her?”

“Yeah… Hurry.”

“Someone’s eager…”

Sarang carefully lifted her legs. Cradling her knees, she raised her hips slightly.

“Do it. …Dumb Oppa.”

The instant she allowed it, I pinned her beneath me.

Guiding my cock toward her lifted hips, I aimed.

*Squish…*

She was *soaked* already.

A few comparisons to Harin, and she’d melt every time…

“Yeah… Right there…”

“I know.”

Positioned properly, I rubbed my cock against her pussy. Her slickness coated me instantly.

“I’m putting it in.”

“Mm. Oppa… Ah, wait! Condom!”

“R-Right.”

……Tried to play it off, but no luck.

Sarang grabbed a complimentary condom and rolled it onto me swiftly.

“Done. Now.”

We resumed our stance. I rubbed against her entrance again.

“I’m going in.”

*Schlllp…*

As her folds parted, I thrust my hips sharply.

In one motion, my cock vanished inside her. The tight pleasure hit immediately.

“Ngh… Sarang…!”

“O-Oppa…?”

*Squelch!*

The second I bottomed out, my body convulsed—cumming hard.