Side Story. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (23)

Just because someone is a celebrity doesn’t mean they can’t live a normal daily life.

They can walk around outside normally, watch movies normally, and eat meals normally.

…It’s just that dates come with a few restrictions.

-Oppa, can you come to Hongdae for a bit? I have way too much luggage and need a car ㅠㅠ

So, giving a ride to an idol who’d stopped her activities wasn’t much of a problem.

Anyway, Hongdae in the evening is full of all sorts of people, so it’s not like I’d particularly stand out.

As long as Hinami doesn’t immediately wear the clothes she bought out in public, there’s absolutely no chance of it becoming an issue.

-I’ll be right there.

…Of course, once I get out of the car, I’ll immediately attract attention.

Actually, when I’m out with Jia, I don’t get nearly as much attention as I thought I would.

I’m quite tall myself, and Jia is tall for a girl, so from behind, we look like a pretty well-matched couple, don’t we?

But when I’m out with Hinami, I get suspicious looks nine times out of ten.

Whether she wears a wig, sunglasses, or a mask, the difference in our builds doesn’t disappear.

It can’t be helped, can it?

Even I sometimes look at pictures of Hinami and me together and think, ‘With a build difference like this, how did we even manage to have sex?’

…Of course, I didn’t hate those gazes at all.

As long as nobody figures out who we are.

…In fact, I was grateful.

**

The night in Hongdae, if you put it nicely, was overflowing with personality, but if you were being honest, it was teeming with all sorts of characters.

That’s not to say it’s meant negatively; it just means everyone dresses however they please, so even if someone looks quite outlandish, they can blend in easily.

Hinami was no different.

No matter how freaking gorgeous a former idol she was, if she wore a wig and a mask, nobody paid any attention even if she wandered around dressed in Gothic Lolita fashion, looking like someone you’d see in Shinjuku.

Ah, to be precise, only the men desperate to hit on women paid attention.

…So even if I put this woman in suspicious attire in the car, only a few guys who were eyeing her up just clicked their tongues; no particular interest was drawn.

“Haa. …Why are so many people trying to get phone numbers today?”

“It’s because you’re pretty.”

“How can you know I’m pretty when my face is completely covered by a mask?”

“It’s precisely because your face is covered by a mask that you’re pretty.”

As if she didn’t realize being freaking gorgeous was a problem, Hinami, who had been complaining as if it were perfectly natural, roughly threw off her black wig.

Maybe it was because the clothes were a mix of pink and black, but indeed, white hair looked better suited to her.

…Though maybe it’s also just because this look suits Hinami more.

“Why did you buy so many clothes?”

“It’s not just for me to wear. Jia will wear them, Haeun unnie will wear them, and Soo-ah will borrow them too…”

“What did you buy?”

“Just normal clothes for going out. …Why? Did you think I bought some sexy cosplay outfits?”

“…Wasn’t it?”

“Those kinds of things should be ordered online. …Only things like underwear or swimwear are bought outside. Puhuhu.”

Now, with her mask hanging on her chin and wiping her sweat-soaked hair with a handkerchief, Hinami slumped down on the seat, giggling as she unbuttoned one button of her pink blouse.

…I glanced briefly at the night street bustling with people, then slowly pressed the accelerator, placing my hand on her exposed thigh instead of her chest.

Going a little further down from here were white stockings, almost like socks.

Going up led straight into her skirt.

As I fondled her pure white skin, Hinami smiled slyly and unbuttoned another button on her blouse.

“…Why don’t you touch here, Oppa?”

“Do I want to cause an accident while driving?”

“But your thigh won’t cause an accident?”

“I’m used to this.”

As I pushed my hand further in, trying to find her underwear strap, this mischievous wife made a silent ‘Kyaak!’ shape with her mouth and pressed down hard on her frilly black skirt with both hands.

Thanks to that, my hand couldn’t dig any deeper, but it was completely trapped inside her skirt.

…But, well. The weather’s still a bit cold, so maybe I’ll warm my hands.

It’ll probably get hot once we get home anyway.

“Hehehe. Oppa.”

“Stop laughing, we’ll get too attached.”

“We’re already attached in all sorts of ways, what are you talking about? …Anata.”

“…In Korea, call me ‘yeobo’.”

“Ehehe…. Yes. Yeobo.”

But my wife didn’t seem inclined to endure this cold until we got home.

…She looks like a snow woman, but she really loves the heat.

Well, that and the fact that she’s a total pervert despite looking so innocent.

She’s truly a woman of contradictions.

“Oh, did you hear from Jia about going to Singapore?”

“I heard. …She said she’d give me a camera and you two would be lovey-dovey.”

“Eh? How on earth did Jia explain it for it to get twisted like that?”

“…She said she wants people to misunderstand that you two are lesbians, and then wants to be fucked by me at night.”

“Aish, what the heck. She said it properly then.”

Just like Ye-eun, Hinami is no less of a perverted bitch.

This one was like this even before I tamed her.

No less than her first kiss, she first let me beat up an unknown guy, and she was the one who certified her hymen in front of the camera, saying she wanted to record it as her first experience.

I still watch that day’s video often.

…It’s fucking hot even watching it again.

Her unbelievably tight pussy opening up to my thick cock, writhing in pain only to eventually succumb to pleasure and go limp – it’s more stimulating than my fantasies.

Of course, Hinami is still beautiful and comforts me with her immature skin, but the disappointing part is that she was an active idol then, and now she’s a former idol.

Instead, less attention is drawn, so it’s convenient to get around, but.

…After all, I can’t get the same thrill as during her peak.

“Anyway, so are we going straight to Ye-eun’s house?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s a place I want to stop by briefly before we go, can’t we go together?”

“Where?”

“Just a moment. I’ll put it in the navigation.”

As a consolation, while I was fondling her thigh and enjoying the wholesome thrill, Hinami tapped the navigation and set the destination to a nearby cocktail bar.

“…You want to drink? But I’m driving-“

“We can just call a designated driver, right? You called one last time when you went with Jia.”

“…”

“…And this place is run by someone I know, so it’s extremely private.”

“Who’s the owner?”

“It’s a place opened by a stylist unnie I was close with back in the day after she quit her job. …She has many celebrity connections, so she apparently made it a place in the basement where you can drink quietly and runs it on a membership-only basis. That unnie has a really tight lip.”

“…Isn’t it super expensive?”

“Not really? This unnie likes hearing scandalous stories anyway… If we show her us having fun, she probably won’t rip us off.”

“…”

Chuckling, Hinami, who had invited me to this bar I’d never heard of, then tapped on her phone and smiled sweetly, gently caressing the back of my hand inside her skirt.

“…Jia is coming too, you know. What do you want to do, Oppa?”

“…You started all this, why are you asking?”

“Ehehe….”

Hinami looking embarrassed was damn cute, but at the same time, I wanted to give her a tap on the head.

…Ah, fuck.

I have to call a designated driver again today.

Another post will probably show up on the internet.

This time, saying I’m hanging out with two idols.

**

The cocktail bar was also in Hongdae, so we arrived in less than 5 minutes.

It was in a somewhat secluded alley, more so than expected.

Following the sign down in a place glittering only with neon signs, we found a nice cocktail bar.

“Just a moment. I’ll go in first.”

“Okay.”

Opening the tightly closed shop door, Hinami went in first, then gestured for me to follow a moment later.

As I followed her into the shop, a cozy, atmospheric cocktail bar spread out before my eyes, smaller than I expected.

A female bartender, appearing to be around her mid-to-late thirties, was also visible.

“Stylist unnie. This is… my Master?”

“Puhahaha, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“…Hello.”

The bartender, who seemed quite close with Hinami, burst into hearty laughter at her introduction, then barely managed to stop and put on a professional smile.

Looking closely, she was an ordinary, slightly chubby woman in her thirties, but to be honest, I couldn’t quite trust her.

…Can I really trust her?

What on earth gave this Hinami the confidence to bring me here so openly?

“Please sit down first. As for cocktails-“

“A Martini, please.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Unnie, I’ll have a Gin Fizz.”

“Got it.”

After ordering one drink and giving Hinami a look, she felt my gaze and whispered in my ear, still smiling broadly.

“…Why?”

“Is she trustworthy?”

“I told you she has a tight lip. Here.”

“Is she really that trustworthy?”

“It’s fine, I’m telling you. Really.”

Hinami, repeating that she’s trustworthy without any basis, looked like a bratty kid for the first time in a while, but I couldn’t exactly get angry here.

Besides, if they’re this close, they must have known each other even before coming here.

But even searching my memory of looking through Hinami’s phone until now, there definitely wasn’t anyone who lived spilling secrets this openly.

“…It’s okay. This unnie is having an affair too.”

“…What?”

“She’s a married woman. The owner here. …But I happened to witness her having an affair with another man, so that unnie can’t carelessly open her mouth anywhere.”

“…”

…Ah.

So that’s what it was.

It was a dirty place where only dirty people gathered.

“Martini and Gin Fizz are ready~”

“Ah, thank you, Unnie.”

“…”

Thanks to Hinami’s lewd whisper, I was relieved of unnecessary worries and could comfortably drink the Martini I received.

…I feel it every time, but it had a strange taste.

The fact that the owner, smiling kindly right in front of me, was also a strange person made me feel even more at ease.

If you think about it…

I’m a player too.

I even felt a slight sense of kinship.

…Well,

She wasn’t pretty, so I had absolutely no intention of touching her.