midnightstar-kpopsmut

[midnightstar-kpopsmut]

Chapter IV, Happy new year

The story of Steven travel in South Korea had started in May, and I was now in December, the last day of December. Another project and too much thoughts had prevented me from coming back to it and now I felt guilty.

I didn’t owe Steve anything, and he probably wouldn’t have mind if I had stop writing about his story. Still, this whole affair was bugging me.

The year was ending, the project that had taken such a big toll on my brain had stalled on unsurmountable obstacles, and looking back at this Kpop story I knew my work to convey it properly had barely started. “Were my own problems what had brought me to encounter Steve in the first place?” I asked myself with a self judging smile. With such a start, would I even be able to do justice of it? And let’s not forget that some of the things he had told me were almost absurd. I had to make an even bigger effort to push away my own judgements and disbelief, rooted in what I think I knew about South Korea.

Those and many other questions came to my head at the end of the year.

While the day was passing I still couldn’t find a single answer to them.

It was now late afternoon, I was waiting in my apartment for friends to celebrate with, and I hadn’t finished cooking. A messy start of the night.

They arrived on time and we started chatting. During dinner one them, a girl that has known me for more than a decade, ended up talking about what she likes for masturbation. She is now in a relationship and she enjoys looking at porn. She doesn’t look at other images, even though she claims to be appreciative of some, only explicit porn. The one where you can see the act of penetration. I tried to understand why, but she ultimately just wasn’t interested in anything else.

We finished off by eating ice cream, enjoyed the fireworks, then watched some movies. Not porn mind you, normal movies.

Later on her boyfriend, who had spent the night with his own group of friends, came up to join us. He looked like a jolly guy, and my decade old friend was obviously very fond of him. When they had first got together, she had told me that the dimensions of his dick were huge. That information had sticked to my head. I was almost curious. At the time I tried to find a connection in my head among the two informations, her needing to watch porn to get aroused and her boyfriend having a big dick. A flood of possibilities. I dit not have the time to let them materialize into questions though, they were in a rush to come back home and left us to celebrate their own new year together.

Some hours later, after the rest of my friends had gone as well, the new sun was still a bit far away. I have to explain this need of mine, on the first day of the new year I have the desire to wait for the sunrise without going to sleep. It doesn’t matter how tired I am, I want to see it coming, I just find it beautiful.

I was too tired to watch another movie but had to do something to not fall asleep. I sat on my sofa and started browsing some videos.

Without an account I was suggested with random stuff: relationship simulators, non political podcasts with plenty of statements, strange machines, countries and the like. I watched a bit of each, but didn’t stick to any. Then remembered the previous discussion with my friend and gave porn a chance. It wasn’t that bad, but I wouldn’t say it was that good either. Too much light, too soon, I didn’t really feel compelled by it.

Then I thought back about Steve’s sexual adventures in Korea. I searched for a video of Aespa, the group of which Karina, from who it all started.

The group had have a successful comeback a few months ago, in October, with a single called “Whiplash”. The lyrics were already quite something. It sounded like they want a guy to get obsessed with them, he barely has a chance though, but if he gets hold of it he will found himself on the edge of greatness.

It wanted to be very hot and succeeded.

While watching I asked myself why groups were so much popular than single artists. To be honest it is kind of strange to have four girls telling the exact same tale of a guy getting attracted to them, makes you wonder who of the four the guy favor, who does the story of the lyrics really aim for. The fans in the comment section had their idea. I watched performance after performance, then followed with the suggested fan-cam.

Despite the story of Steven starting with Karina, one of the most venerated idols in South Korea, I kept looking for the face of another member, she had pink hair and a completely different vibe than usual. For my other project I had to learn a thing or two about Kpop myself, so I could name her: Giselle.

Born in Gangnam, South Korea, from a Korean mother and a Japanese father. Raised in Tokyo. She was now 24 and part of Aespa. Like I said, not the most popular member, but in these performances something stroke differently. At first I blamed the hair, similarly to Karina there was a big effort done on their styling. Must have been the work of the hair stylist I had been hearing about, Cheongtae.

That still couldn’t explain it all.

There was a look on her face. Something only partially emerging from the aggressive text of the song.

I couldn’t grasp it, what was it.

I looked and looked and finally my conscious state realized what I was been staring all along: her always open, pouty mouth.

Now I was focused, and the more I looked the more I saw.

Giselle said one line of text, then opened her mouth.

She stepped backward, her lips would close.

Half a meter toward the audience, the lips would open.

Open, close; close, open.

It felt like she couldn’t help herself. She even had entire parts of the lyrics dedicated to her dragging on the sound, so that her mouth could have the time to stay open to the longest extent.

Some would say the lyricist were to blame, forcing her to perform like this. Some others would say the responsibility lies within the Japanese culture that raised her. I honestly do not know, and I am not sure I even want to know.

Giselle knew what she was doing, and the more she did it the more I came close to celebrate the start of the new year. One segment in particular got the most view: her emerging through the other three members flipping her head and hair, obviously with the mouth half open. Not looking to be too original myself, I looped the segment.

With my hand still firmly gripped around Giselle’s achievement I realized that the sun was rising. I rushed to a window in another room, one that was exposed to the east of the apartment.

I had not miss it.

The sun was just emerging from the farthest buildings, its brightness strengthened by the wave of emotions, it impressed itself in my retina. While watching the new year’s promises reveal themselves in front of me, some shining droplets fell to the floor. I didn’t have the strength to clean them up. I was exhausted.

I briefly passed from the bathroom sink, then reached my bed. I was ready to sleep.

With the latest ounces of my consciousness I thanked Steven for what he had indirectly given me that morning, promising to do a better job of his story.

It was the first day of the year, happiness had flown back into the world, and so it was time to come back to South Korea.

Steven opened his eyes in the room of a Gangnam apartment. He felt comforted and relaxed, nothing was wrong in the place he was in. The apartment was spacious and well climatized, not fancy but definitely not poor. He smiled and almost fell back asleep.

No!

He opened his eyes back again. He had stuff to do. You can’t sleep all day when traveling in a new country, especially in South Korea, a very exciting place with a lot to offer to tourists. During this trip Steven didn’t had anybody to tell him what to do, he was traveling alone, but that didn’t mean sitting home all day. He was very curious about what the country had to offer.

He straighten up his body on the head support of the bed.

Like we briefly mentioned on the first chapter of this story Steven is a young american man. Born and raised in Los Angeles, he had come to South Korea out of a simple desire for travel. Even though nothing special had animated Steven in this choice, not a strong love for Kpop for example, there is still some connection to be made between his life in LA and this trip, so let’s get some basic fact about him first, before moving on to his adventures in Seoul.

Steven had, and as far as I know still has, a stable job in Los Angeles. He said to me that it is something related to computer, he might have mentioned being a web developer or something like that, a well payed job that gives him flexibility and autonomy. He could work from abroad if he wishes, take breaks, and, as in this case, leave pretty much unnoticed. He didn’t enter into actual details about what he does, and neither did I care about enough to insist, my guess is that he didn’t want to risk his actual job being connected to the crazy stories that he was experiencing. His own name could be fake, even though he insisted that it wasn’t, as if he wanted to give me a token of sincerity to help me believe to everything else he was saying.

Steven did his job mainly from home, which doesn’t mean that he was missing human contact. Until the pandemic he had been shared a house with a group of friends, other guys that he had been knowing for a long time, most as beautiful as him. They would get invited to parties, meet people, do what they wished and never miss anything. Finding the right true relationship was still a struggle for all of them though, and that’s probably one of the reasons why they still enjoyed living together in their mid twenties. That started to change with the pandemic, more precisely after the end of it. People wanted a change and moved out of the apartment, some finally realized who they wanted to really really live with, and so on. Steven moved to his own place, first time alone. And that’s all we need to know for now.

He wanted to travel more, his friends were busy, he kept postponing it for a bit, maybe looking for a partner to do it with, or for whatever other reason, until he clicked some dates on his computer.

He ended up reserving a ticket for South Korea, having heard so much about it, not out of a Kpop obsession or anything like that, just out of curiosity and a desire for something new. This was his first travel alone. And now he was here.

We left him in his bed, twenty minutes after waking up. His arrival in Seoul had been... scrambled. First day around, and the encounter with that guy: Jimmy. What a weird name for a Korean guy. “Jimmy?”, he thought. “That can’t be a real name.”

He stood up and took a step inside the bedroom. He was naked, fully. It was probably still fresh outside, the morning wasn’t over, but the apartment had a well balanced heating that didn’t need his intervention. Very comfortable.

The apartment entrance was a small corridor that opened on a living room on the left, with a contiguous kitchen at the bottom of it. The slightly smaller bedroom in which he was still walking was on the right. In total, the apartment had three windows. One on the east facing kitchen, one on the west facing living room and another on the west facing bedroom. All with views on some strange internal Gangnam alleys. That’s all I got from his description. Steven kept walking naked toward the living room. Eventually, after getting to know more people, he would have liked to invite them in for dinner. He doubted that the owners would mind. That would have been a nice thing to do as a traveler, he thought, making new friends and be the one that throws in a party. All these positive thoughts on his mind were being ruined by something of which Steven was not fully conscious.

The day before had been shook by a story he had not seen coming. The story of Karina’s face, a very successful Kpop idol, being glazed with sperm.

Regarding that, Steven had an issue.

This is maybe the true origin of everything you are reading. Even more than him traveling along and doing what could be described as the silly mistakes of a naive man. Without this other very significant detail, none of it would have probably happened.

Steven would often, and in the most unfortunate situations, forget to masturbate. It wasn’t a choice he was making for himself, some kind of challenge or repressive attitude, he was just so used of going around, being pleased almost passively by girls that liked him more than he liked them, that he had not developed a sane strategy to deal with these kind of physical issues. Because, at the end, that’s what they are, just hormones and body fluids, you take them out and all is sorted out. But no, not Steven. He would just forget. It usually didn’t led to anything bad happening, it just pushed his dick to be bigger for a longer period of time, bigger than actually required by the circumstances.

Going around the Gangnam apartment, a semi erected shaft kept hitting him on the legs. He didn’t even notice it. He just kept walking in circles. After having listened to the story of Cheongtae, Aespa’s chief of hair styling, he had grabbed a rapid dinner and came back straight to his apartment in a state of light confusion.

He did not jerk off that night, and he hadn’t in the morning either. He was lost, out of words, skeptical. He had asked a few questions to Jimmy about the story but Jimmy had avoided any concrete answer. Steve was having trouble remembering his own questions. Surely something along the lines of: “Where is the apartment of Karina?”. To which Jimmy obviously replied with a laugh and a dismissal gesture, he could not disclose an information like that to a stranger.

Steven sat on the couch, he couldn’t keep walking like that, naked and now with a stiffening erection. That story must have been bullshit, real bullshit. First: why did Jimmy told him the story at all? Obviously nobody would have believed Steven if he had decided to share it, as you probably do not believe it now, and he also had no proof. But still, why going through the trouble of lying to a stranger? Steven had no answer for this question.

Second. After coming back home yesterday night he had found and watched a Karina’s live from the past year, December 2023, in which she talked to her fans. He didn’t remember exactly what the live was about, but Karina seemed like a sweet and calm girl, not the fierce beast that emerged from Cheongtae’s story. He now recalled that she drew a bunch of cute things on a small notebook: a snowman, a Christmas tree, and some cartoonish characters. How could she be the same girl that jumps on the married dick of her hair stylist? It doesn’t add up.

To convince himself even more that the story was not real Steven kept browsing videos, looking for more proofs. You see the idiocy here, right? If you want to forget something like this, first check for videos to masturbate to, evacuate the emotional aspect of it, then the rest will fade for itself. We are all adults here, you know how it works. But not Steven, he had to keep looking for “proof”, proof of what? He was not a detective. He didn’t even speak korean, what could he discover? Nothing.

But there he was. He kept browsing Aespa’s content online and found something else: a video in which the various members showed off their dorm and daily activities. “Here you go!”, he thought. “This is the definitive proof that it was all a lie. Karina doesn’t even have her own apartment!”.

He lay down a bit more on the couch, a relaxing feeling builded up inside him.

No more than twenty seconds later, the doubts arose again.

He checked the date of the dorm video... 2023. A year before. Karina could have moved out since then, all the members probably did. Aespa had become a huge success and you can’t keep millionaires in a company controlled environment for too long. If only, it made more sense for her to have her own luxurious apartment as recounted in the hair stylist’ story.

Confusion, again. Hearing a story from someone who heard a story bounds you to inexactitudes, that is why he had immediately asked Jimmy if he could meet this Cheongtae himself. And what about his answer? The thing about Cheongtae having disappeared. What did that mean?

You see how Steven was not lucid that morning, his mind was just rambling around. To him it looked like he had been bitten by a strange animal that left an inexhaustible itch on his legs. Again, this guy hadn’t masturbate in way too long. At this point this is what I thought is the crucial aspect of this story.

Steven, lacking my external analysis or his own judgement about the situation, decided to get his clothes on. Fuck Karina (not literally), the hell with the story he had heard from Jimmy, and most of all who cares about a guy named Cheongtae that disappeared even before he had a chance to meet him. It is ridiculous to even keep thinking to something like that. Steven had come to Seoul to get a vacation, and that’s what he wanted right now: to enjoy his vacation. He wanted to try out things. Food, for a start.

Upon his arrival inside the Gangnam apartment he had found some toast bread, new and sealed, waiting for him on the kitchen counter. He had not met the owner, a korean woman named Helen, which by the chat picture looked like she was on her late thirties, so he just guessed it was a welcome gift. Steven being a very respectful man he had texted Helen to confirm if he was indeed the recipient of the bread, she had answered with a cheerful message “Please, yes. The bread is for you. My dear Steven... Welcome to our Luxurious home in Gangnam!”. He had found her quite charming, maybe a bit artificial in the tone, most probably because of her unfamiliarity with english.

After having received a confirmation regarding the bread he had bought some eggs at a nearby 7-Eleven, with the plan of doing some kind of special korean egg on toast. A new, carefree breakfast in a new country. Great idea.

He got clothes on, moved himself to the kitchen and started to toast the bread to his liking. After a few seconds the toaster gave out a small line of smoke, followed by some curious sparkles of electricity and to finish it off a small but very vivid flame. – Ahh! – exclaimed Steven. At first the shock, the fear. Then the realization that the toaster was fully broken. He was pissed.

He reached to his phone, the conversation with Helen, and wrote her a message with a lot of words and even some emotions.

She answered back promptly: “Oh no! The toaster! Please, buy yourself a toaster. A very new toaster.”

Steven asked if she didn’t prefer to buy it herself. To which she replied: “No, you buy it. I pay you soon, maybe tomorrow, I promise.” Steven agreed. He got even more clothes on and prepared himself to get out of the apartment. Another text from Helen landed on his phone: “Please, a cute toaster. People like cute. Don’t buy ugly.” Steven answered with another text: “Do not worry, I do not like ugly things.” A few seconds passed and then Helen replied again: “You do not like ugly things, that is nice. Very nice, Steven.”

Steven got out of the apartment, to find a new toaster and new Korean experiences that had nothing to do with the gorgeous and fake Kpop idols. He was sure of being ready to forget all about their hair, lips and bodies. Their private stories of sperm and cheating couldn’t interest him in the slightest.

P.S. Steven, to whom I am in touch, has notified me that in the first three chapters of his story there are tons of inaccuracies and straight up mistakes. I will do my best to correct them in the nearest future.

[midnightstar-kpopsmut]

Chapter III, Stick it

- I stayed there for a couple of seconds – said Cheongtae -. I didn’t really know what to do after Karina bluntly asked for my help. Maybe it’s not even that, not knowing what to do. Sometimes I am just moody. You know that from the outside I can look like a tall, muscular, confident guy, but I don’t need much to be thrown off guard. I don’t have that kind of fast smart like reaction that other guys have. So a few seconds of that can be quite uncomfortable for me. You know what I mean. I actually think I have many repressed thoughts, like why would I be uncomfortable, like ever? It’s not like I have a knife to my throat if someone says something strange to me, so there must be many memories and fears that arise to me in those kind of moments, or in this moment with Karina.

- He is just stupid – added Jimmy to the recollection of events -, but I didn’t want to say that to him or it would have took him two weeks to finish his story. So I just said in Korean “I feel you, keep going.”, which is very difficult to learn and I can’t teach you now, and he kept going.

I follow Karina on the sofa zone, she is leading me. I told you how the middle of the room is strangely down elevated, you gotta take one or maybe two steps down. That makes me notice that she is barefoot, I had took some slippers at the entrance, but she hasn’t any, not even socks. Barefoot. Not that I care, because I am not into feet, I don’t understand what’s the point of that. I am waiting for someone to explain it to me. Anyway. We get to the middle of all the sofas, I am waiting for us to sit, but instead she turns and faces me. She is distressed. Just a touch, but she is so pretty, so it is easy to notice. She looks at me straight into the eyes and says: - Can you... hide them?

“Hide them? Hide what?” I think. O right, her breasts. That’s what we were talking about just before. - How would I hide them? - I say.

- Can’t we do some shape that would draw the attention away from them?

I shake my head slightly. You can’t draw attention away from tits that just gained two sizes and are stretching out of closely fitted clothes.

She sees that I am not convinced. - Do I need longer extensions? - I look at her and say: - Don’t you have already some on? - No! - she quietly screams by protruding her lips – Those are mine. Who are you confusing me with?!

Like I told you I had not seen her for a few months. I get why she scolds me, I didn’t took it personal, she was looking out for competition. Idols can be so possessive of their look and team.

- The only thing that could hide them, I mean draw attention away, is maybe a bob cut. But I don’t think we can go for that without consulting the rest of your team. Especially Hansuk, I need her approval. - Hansuk is the head of the visual branch of Aespa, added Cheongtae to Jimmy, she coordinates make-up, hair and clothes. Not married, sharp, you should meet her. Jimmy wasn’t interested. So he kept pressing Cheongtae to hear the rest of the story.

- I am NOT getting a bob cut. That is horrid. What is that? The idiots that think they can get away with a bob cut in our industry... Shameful. - She took a step toward me. - Try something else.

I evaluate my options. She has indeed call me for something complex, as I had imagine. At least she doesn’t seem to want to get a real cut right now, just get a feeling of what we can do.

- Shouldn’t we go in another room? - I say -. One with a mirror... A chair?

- Why? - says Karina, concerned – Here it’s ok. You can sit. It’s very comfortable.

She gently sits down on the main sofa, tries to calm herself. I put myself on her right, what else can I do?

- Oppa, you look at us everyday. You see that this is a big... change.

She puts her hands on the air around her tits and moves them, to further highlight what she is talking about.

- Why did you do it if you don’t like them? - I add.

- Oh but I do like them – she replies -, I always wanted them big.

I nod, then realize I am nodding as a reflex, and dare to ask -... Why? Why do you like them?

She gets aggressive: - I don’t know. I feel like guys like them big... Don’t you?

- Sure. - I wasn’t lying. I wouldn’t say it is breast is what I think about first, but still. Big can be nice.

She keeps going: - But my fans... They can be so... limited. I am famous for being savage, powerful. Not cheap.

- I know – I say. She was right. Kpop groups go out with a very defined look in mind. It’s difficult to break out from it, even with different concepts, it is not something you should usually aim for.

She rapidly flutters her eyelashes at me and says: - Do I look... cheap?

- No, you don’t. - I promptly answer. She was as classy and expensive as always. There was just something in her crop top, the fluffy texture, that gave her more of “that kind” of look. And it arguably made her breast look even bigger. As if you had to touch them. A devilish loop. But there was no point to underline that, she would have changed her outfit completely for the comeback.

- I am Karina – she says -, not some stupid whore... - She takes her phone out of her pocket and says: - Let me show you.

She gets on youtube and starts typing and swiping, looking for a specific video. She finally finds it and turns it to me.

- Here, her. - She says while starting the video.

The video is a performance of Kiss of Life on Mnet, dating of the 24th of July. - Stick it. - I say.

Karina pauses the video and gives me a tap on my left leg: - It’s Sticky. Not Stick it. You are such a dog...- She presses play again.

I don’t know Kiss of Life much, but in this performance one of the fourth members was giving much more then the others, in my opinion. She is boldest, more defined and you could say just more... vulgar.

- You are looking at Natty, right? - Says Karina.

- I don’t know their names. – I reply.

- The one with the big tits.

- She has quite a character.

The video goes on, on the refrain you can hear “Sticky, Sticky, Sticky”, the four members all slam their asses, then squat, then rise up and bend forward while turning their head to the camera. But Natty improves on the choreography by keeping her mouth fully open while she shakes her ass. The camera clearly favors her.

Karina stops the video exactly at that point, with Natty wide open in front of my face.

I try to say something: - See, she has a bob cut – she indeed had one -. You look at her face more than her... body.

Karina’s face looks disgusted. - She is such a whore. She will never get it. Kpop is not just about making guys hard.

I agreed. While looking at Natty spreading her legs, looking down, opening her mouth... I am surely not focusing on the song.

Karina notices it: - Even you! Look at you! You are looking at her open mouth.

I try to bring back the discussion to our common interest, her own look: - You don’t need to do that. We can use a big bandana for you. The attention will stay on your face and you will look fierce.

- I am so pissed – says Karina -, you heard that I had to stop see my guy, right? While this slut does this on stage.

I remember that Karina was dating a hot Korean actor that she had met in Milan for some fashion event, she was then spotted in Seoul by paparazzi and had to apologize publicly. I had heard rumors that she was still seeing him, though.

Karina continues: - If I get ANY hate for my boobs... I swear, I’ll kill someone.

She starts swiping again on her phone.

- This was the maximum I was allowed to do on stage.

The new video is a snippet from a performance of Next Level, one of Aespa biggest songs. Karina press play.

In the video, while the aggressive rhythm fills the venue, the four Aespa members bends forward, and Karina gently hits Winter’s ass with her hand,

On her living room Karina follows the video and hums: - Next level wa... - she taps my leg again, while the clip plays for a second time.

Then I don’t know if it is because we are not having a lot of sex with my wife, you often told me I should fuck her more, since she is pretty and all, but you know how it is with her, or because I am tensed with the whole idea of having to do an urgent work for Karina, plus the videos of course... Well, I start to stiffen in my pants.

The second play-through of the video ends, but Karina’s hand stays on my left leg. I can’t really brush her off, that wouldn’t be polite.

- Oppa – she says-, do you think I should get rid of this savage style? Be like Natty, just go... all in?

- You should do whatever you like. - I say, like an idiot.

- Oh, really... - She replies with a tone.

Karina slightly moves her fingers on my inner, left, tight. My dick is slowly and luckily growing to the right. My pants are large, so it stays barely perceptible.

She keeps adding – Maybe if I change my stile once and for all they will let me date. I kind of miss him. He is very, very horny. - She looks in my eyes to see how I react. Then looks at herself and says: - He is always looking at my big tits...

And there it is. At that point I get tired of this whole bullshit. This calling me on the middle of the afternoon to work on her hair, the long list of complaints, the talking to me about her boyfriend... I can’t take it anymore and jump on her.

I grab her small head and enormous mass of hair with my hand and throw my head at her lips. I am not that aggressive usually, but she had really annoyed me. So...

She can barely breath through the kiss, I don’t let her. She aggressively taps my leg with her hand, so I relax the kiss and grab her tits in response.

- Oppa!! - she says like a surprised kid – What are you doing?

Obviously I don’t stop. She is just acting up.

- This is not very professional... Even Jae doesn’t go this fast...

Right, Jae-wook. That’s the name of her actor boyfriend.

I grab Karina’s hand and move it to my now hard dick. She starts to squeeze it through the pants.

- Why are you in such a rush – says Karina-, I thought you needed more time...

- More time for what? - I ask, even though I hopes for her to shut up.

- To cheat on your pretty wife... - she says.

- Oh, fuck off. - I stand up and raise her light body with a finger. Then bend her to the head of the sofa and start pushing against her ass. We are still both clothed.

- I thought you liked my face, all those time you looked at me at your shop... Guess I was wrong!

I remove her cargo pants and underwear in a single movement. Then my own pants.

She is wet enough, and I am not in the mood to waste more time to make it comfortable for her. I grab my dick and push it in.

Now that I am fucking her, she has finally stopped talking. She gracefully arch her back to me, you can see that all the Kpop training is paying off. I should not be doing this, but then again who cares, I am not the first of the team that has fucked one of the idols, as you know this is more common than people can imagine. Their job is hard, and we all need to relax.

She slightly pushes her body against me. Her hips, previously enhanced by the cargo pants, are quite fragile. I grab them with my hands and slam her in response. She squeak.

Feeling my rhythm settling Karina pushes me harder, she wants more of the slams, but I am not ready to give it to her. To make her point she flaunts her thick, dark and long hair. I look at them, they are quite imposing. I have trimmed and reshaped those hair to perfection dozen of times. Watching them moving from behind is quite a spectacle. I stiffen. Karina groans and pushes. It is like fucking a lion. I get even harder.

- Oppa – she says-, you are so big...

I am surely bigger than normal. And I am quite proud of it. - Not only for a Korean – adds Jimmy -, he is bigger than a western guy as well.

I push my fully hardened dick inside her and say: - Isn’t it too big? My wife says it hurts her sometimes...

- Oppa... Your wife doesn’t like your huge dick? - She says while turning her head to me. - How is that possible, I like it so much... - her cunt contracts.

- She says she hits her at the end and it hurts. - I add.

- Then it’s not really cheating... - Karina says, closing her eyes – She can keep your bored, sloppy dick...

She touches my right hand on her waist and adds: - I’ll take the huge horse cock of yours... It goes so well with my big tits...

I instantly bend forward and grab her new big breasts through her soft crop top. I bury my head into her cascade of dark hair. My dick is now swelling in pain. The rhythm through which I slam it inside Karina rapidly intensifies.

- Oppa... You are going too fast... - she says.

I don’t answer and cover her mouth with one of the hands.

She frees herself from it and says: - Be careful... you don’t want to make me pregnant.

- What? - I ask while leaving her tits and putting myself straight up again – You don’t take the pill?

- I don’t take anything! - she says, while still pushing her ass and body against me. - Those shit are not good for your skin. But keep going... Tell me when you are almost there...

We keep pushing for a few more seconds, at that point I am almost done, who wouldn’t and I let her know.

- Wait for me... - says Karina. She pushes me out of her, puts herself on her knees in front of the sofa and grabs my dick with her two hands. - You can finish on my face.

I am almost there. She looks at me with her big, dreamy eyes and says: - Oppa, do you like my... - but then I explode into her face. Which at least makes both her eyes and mouth close shut. She keeps stroking my dick in silence. Her face is covered with my full built up of load.

There is one main river of sperm, the thickest one, that goes through her lips. A second, smaller one, deviates left on her cheek. Multiple other droplets constellate the rest of her face, which she has masterfully bended back to avoid staining her eyes.

Karina keeps her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the sperm on her face.

While looking at her I realize that, even through my numerous sexual encounters, I had never seen something so beautiful. It must have been the makeup, or the hair, or whatever else. Strangely enough, I had never had sex with an idol before.

Karina’s face looks like a painting.

That’s when I reach for my pants, specifically for the phone in my pocket. Karina thinks that I want to go and complains cutely. I give a pump of blood to my dick, so that it will look good on the picture. Karina feels it getting bigger into her hands and smile, still with her eyes closed. Resting like a diligent worker on her break.

I take the picture, put my phone away, and rise my pants.

She opens her eyes and throw herself into the couch.

- I should go – I say. Then I notice her horny look on her face and add: – Did you come?

- No, sorry – she says -. I think I need something more. To come, I mean.

- Yes, I get it. - I answer. What else could I have said? I didn’t have anything more than that to give. And it was also getting pretty late. Girls very often cannot get excited by sex alone, they need feelings, something like that. I said to myself that it must be the same for Karina.

I act with care and help her clean her face with a napkin. I am her employee after all. She doesn’t want me or her to go to the toilet to wash up though, strange.

Instead she grabs a soda from her fridge and rushes me off the apartment. Out in the hot city of Seoul.

- That is how Cheongtae told me he got this picture. - Said Jimmy. The American looked at him, wanting to know more.

- What did you say was your name, again? - Added Jimmy.

- Steven – said the American, that we can now call by his name -, my name is Steven, but you can call me Steve.

Jimmy waited for Steve’s question, which arrived after a few seconds: - Can I talk with Cheongtae? I’d really want to know more about his work in Kpop, it would help me for my job here as well.

- Well, that would be nice – said Jimmy -, very nice. Problem is Cheongtae told me this story one week ago, it had just happened, and I can’t get in contact with him since then.

- What do you mean, you can’t get in contact? - Asked Steven.

- What I mean is, that Cheongtae has disappeared. We are quite close. But I don’t know where he is.

At that Steven didn’t had an immediate follow up question. So we will have to wait and see for the next chapter to know more about his own train of thoughts.

[midnightstar-kpopsmut]

Chapter II, The Electric Sheep

People would roar at her passing. I congratulate myself: as always, I had done a great job...

“I should probably start by telling you who is responsible for this,” said Jimmy, commenting on the now hidden photo in which Karina, one of the most famous idol in the Kpop business, had her face splattered with cum. “I saw in your eyes a sign of something... Maybe judgement? I cry inside thinking the bad things you might imagine about the protagonist of this story, so I beg you to let me introduce him properly to you.”

The American nodded and said something to make Jimmy comfortable enough to go forward with his story, or he would have kept twisting his body on the seat endlessly.

“The name of my friend is Cheongtae, a real Korean, born and raised in Seoul. He is an artist, responsible for the countless Kpop beauties you are so curious about.” - the American had expressed nothing of the sort yet, but that couldn’t stop Jimmy from being enthusiastic about the situation - “He is a reliable partner, a sturdy guy, in both private and professional life; he doesn’t talk much about things that don’t matter, he prefers instead to focus on his craft. Cheongtae, who is young, not much more than thirty years old, is at the head of a very successful hair saloon here in Gangnam. To the outside world his name is not known, and if you get a reservation at his saloon as a private individual an assistant will be the one that takes care of you. It’s different if you are a Kpop agency, then he steps in directly. He himself designs and cuts the hair of some of the top ranking groups of this era, Aespa included. Everybody wants him, he is a sure investment; by making the hair of an idol impactful you can recoup millions, you understand?”

The American nodded, admiring Cheongtae abilities, a prime example of the Korean crafts he was so eager to discover.

“If his talent would not be enough,” said Jimmy, “he also has the looks for himself. His eyes, lips and all bone structure are very big, even bigger than you. He inspires trust, confidence, stability. And if what he did to the face of Karina seems so dirty and dangerous, I still have no shame to defend him, and say that yes... He is my friend!”

All these talks about friendship and hair cutting made the American glimpse at Jimmy’s hair, which were nothing special. A not too short, not too long, uninspired mass of asian dark hair that made it clear that he didn’t care at all about them.

“What are you looking at?” said Jimmy, annoyed that the listener of his story was so easily distracted.

The American promptly switched away his attention: “Nothing! I wanted to know, how did you meet him and why did he...”

Jimmy dismissed his concerns by sweeping out the air in front of the American, “I just trust him enough to know that the story must be true. It’s all that matters. And since I’ve found in you a very good person, one that can appreciate it, and I believe you will not tell it to anybody else, I’ll repeat it to you exactly how I’ve heard it from him.”

So this is how, according to Jimmy, Cheongtae recounted his pleasurable encounter with Karina.

I was already concerned when riding up in the elevator. Her manager had texted me a couple of hours before: ‘It’s urgent’ he said. Not the usual procedure at all. You know how it works, we prepare each comeback months in advance, there are meetings, spreadsheets and conference rooms. It’s not a fantasy dream in which they come to our studio and we spend an afternoon having brilliant ideas, let alone going to her own place to try out things on a whim. It’s unheard of.

Aespa is supposed to make a comeback with their new single, Supernova, in three weeks. Everybody is busy and most things are already settled. The air’s look will be futuristic, again. Karina will use bangs and raised tails. As always she is the one I’ve worked for the most, they spend double for her, which I don’t mind. It is good to stay focused and I am proud of what we did as a team over the years. I am very satisfied and grateful and want everything to keep staying exactly like it is, the last desire I have on my mind is to rush a half done job and ruin the streak of excellence I’ve worked so hard to build. ‘So why are they calling me in now?’ I said to myself. It’s very strange. And why to her place? You know where she lives now, those new apartments on the north of the Han river. The message was so unprofessional. Still, part of my job is doing what they tell me to, they don’t see me as an artist. So when I receive the message, I hurry up and go to Karina’s place, without asking any more questions.

Her apartment is quite high, I can use the ride up the elevator to compose myself. Karina has a big mouth, and I can already imagine her tone if I don’t present myself as spotless as possible. It’s not just a matter of looks, she likes professionals. You would bad-mouth her and say she is demanding, but aren’t they all? She just has that extra bit for herself. I can’t count the times she has pestered me over some details we already went through extensively, ‘Is this supposed to look like this? Can we improve this part? Please make it pop more...’ she talks like a machine. Not a very subtle girl. And she loves her ideas too! She gets a lot of them during vacations, apparently. What reassures me is that, at least when I start cutting, she finally calms down. This is why I brought my scissors that day, I have no intention of cutting anything in her house, but I hope that just showing them to her could have an effect. She reminds me of one of those dogs that bark and fight until you put them on a leash. Then they behave.

All this considered, I am expecting some kind of meeting, maybe Karina is sick and wants it to be at her place with just a few people. She has that power. Or there could be someone else involved that needs privacy, I heard that Min Hee-Jin has been close with Aespa management for a while now, giving free advices on concepts and strategy; now that the shit with HYBE has finally hit the fan she could be even more involved and requested this to be more safe than just dropping at the SM building. Anyway, those are all speculations, I shouldn’t let my mind run freely to things that don’t matter. The elevator reaches her floor and I step out of it. I am not impressed, it is the same style of every rich building you have ever seen, I look at the numbers on the doors and aim for her apartment. Hers is already opened, they must be expecting me, I make a last conscious effort to get ready for the meeting, straightening my neck and cleaning my mind from any interference. You know I don’t like talking that much, but I have to bare it, as long as the result on her hair is there, I can take some. Now inside the apartment, my expectations get shook up completely just after removing my shoes. Karina is in front of me, waiting for me, a step after the entrance; no other people’s voices emerge from deeper inside. I have a strange feeling, something that I had not even considered being possible: Karina is alone.

She is just there, in a relaxed standing pose. Her arms, resting to the side of her body, might as well been crossed for how aggressive she looks at me. My attention is immediately drawn to her face. Now, please, do not misunderstand me; I’ve known her for a few years, and I’m used to the punch that her features give. I am also happily married, I never just succumb to a pretty face. Mine is a deserved appreciation of a professional marvel. The black mass of hair she is displaying, one of the main wigs that we blend perfectly to her own strands, makes her aura increases ten folds. People would roar at her passing. I congratulate myself: as always, I had done a great job. My extended look at her hair must have made her self conscious, so she greats me kind of rudely.

“Oppa, finally, come in.” she says.

‘Oppa?’ I say to myself while greeting her formally, ‘This kid is so annoying...’

“You should not make women wait.” she adds.

I decide to give her attitude a pass, not that I can do anything else. Unsatisfied with the result of her first tease she laughs at my way of folding the jacket.

“Why are you moving in slow motion? Have you grown that old already?” she says.

I still don’t answer. Her manager grabbed me out of my afternoon, cancelling all sort of plans, so what I want is to get into business. But I have to make an effort, she is the star after all. I look at her clothes trying to find something to make conversation. She is wearing a pair of satin gray cargo pants and a black, expensive, crop top, the kind that goes well to skinny girls. I don’t dislike the outfit, she has a good taste.

“Are you ready to work? You seem dressed up for a party.” I say, trying to be friendly.

She doesn’t seem to like my compliment at all, she grabs an inch of the cargo pants and looks at them, then at me: “This? For a party? What are you thinking, this is everyday me.”

I keep lingering on the entrance, unsure if I should wait for a proper introduction from her or someone else.

She says: “Please, don’t stand there! I told you to come in.”

That settles it, I guess. I get in.

I advance in the living room, which opens up to a full view as soon as you take a few more steps into the apartment. I have never seen Karina’s place, and you can say that I have an interest for interior design, or at least it interests me more than her, so I shift my focus entirely on how the space is organized. The living room seems to be at the center of the floor plan. Before getting right into it you have to cross an open corridor, which must lead to more rooms on both ends. The living room itself is sunken; you need to take a downward step to get in, it’s sophisticated. Inside, three huge sofas form a U shape, with light blue used as a main color. After this area there are windows through which you can access a balcony. I stop just before the couches and turn, an equally impressive open kitchen is just behind me, hidden from the entrance. It’s all really beautiful, but I don’t think you care much about it, so I’ll keep going with the rest of the story.

Karina is looking at me, now more relaxed, appreciative of my curiosity towards the space she must have spent a considerable amount of time to build.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

I answer yes, puzzled by my own reaction. I am looking for something, but the series of event has made me forget what exactly it is. Then I remember: her manager. The one that wrote to me. He is nowhere to be seen. When I had seen Karina at the door, alone, I was already surprised because I was expecting to be greeted by the sounds made by a big group of people. But I had not imagined her being completely alone. Managers are like clothes to idols, seeing one without the other is like seeing them naked. There was still a chance that he might be at the toilet or something, so I decide to confront her about it.

“Where is your manager?”

“My manager...” she answers, her voice floating as if lost in the sky. “He is not here with us.”

“But how...”

“He couldn’t be here.” says Karina, looking at me more resolutely, a hint of concern shaking her voice. She wants me to drop it, but I am in all honestly confused.

“He wrote to me, I thought he would have been here.” I say.

“Oh, that. Don’t worry about it.” says Karina. “I am the one that wrote to you. He forgot his phone, and I know his code, and I didn’t want to write to you from my number, because that would have been inappropriate, also I didn’t want you to be lazy. You came, which is good, because this is your job and I need you and that is all that matter right now.”

At each point of the explanation she looks more and more sure of herself, to such an extent that at the end of it I almost start to believe that it all makes sense, right? Well, no it doesn’t! But Karina is not the kind of person that has to make sense, she doesn’t have to be smart or explain things properly. She is a Kpop idol. One of the most powerful and venerated kind of performer you can imagine. She is used to be one, she has been for a long time now. Karina only needs to want something and it is up to you to work and make it possible.

“Does he know that you have it?” I ask, bravely, all those things considered.

“Have what?” she says, making half a step towards me with an open arm, trying to be the host of the house and invite me in.

“The phone.”

“The phone, the phone... Why do you keep asking me about his phone?!” she says all mad, “Do you think I stole it? Of course he knows I got it! Stop being so obsessed about phones and look at me,” a pitiful look go across her face, “can’t you see how stressed I am?”

I repeat to myself: ‘This is part of my job.’ girls like Karina would need a team of psychologist entirely dedicated to them, and even though I am no psychologist, I know that hair gets them insanely obsessed. As soon as they want to change something, hair comes first; and as soon as they don’t feel perfectly fine, they need to change something. This is on top of the work we do together to guarantee that the comeback strategy will work at its best. If she asks me something, no matter how unconventional it is, I have to step in. I’ll deal with management later on.

“I am here,” I say, “what do you need me to do?”

“I told you...” she says, getting an inch closer to me. She raises her hands and adjusts her crop top, “I need you to look at me.”

Did I just hear that? Was there a hint of lasciviousness in her voice? With the skills that she has, she can fake any kind of emotions, but that doesn’t change that she did something right there. I decide to focus on what she is asking, so I look at her. Her hair looks good, big, nothing that I would change... She notice my focus and stops me immediately.

“Not the hair. Keep looking...” she says, moving her eyes downward and darkening her tone.

I lower my eyes, now passing her collarbone, directly into her chest area. Her crop top is made from a black fabric that has iridescent blue undertones hidden into it; the texture is very fluffy, inviting you to make contact to it with your skin. It looks like the wool of an electric sheep caught in another planet.

“Yes, there. Look there.” says Karina.

Obviously it’s not only the top that she wants me to focus on, she is slightly bending forward, which adds to the effect that she is trying to achieve. Karina breast size has always been big but today, with her standing not much more than a meter in front of me, her breasts are even more pronounced than usual. The clothes, the position... Can they fully explain the increase in size? Or has she done something new to herself I don’t know of? She surely has not gained weight on the rest of her body.

“Maybe I need to call someone to help with-” I try to say, before she interrupts me.

“We don’t need any more help. Let’s sit down, I am tired of standing.”

She brushes the side of her waist. The fragility of her slim body contrasts starkly with the volume of her chest I was forced to acknowledge.

“You are here. And I only need you today.”

[midnightstar-kpopsmut]

Chapter I, Coming to Seoul

But there it was and it was impossible to ignore. The face of this incredible creature, a unicorn out of a centuries long dream...

He had come to South Korea on a simple vacation, the first in a few years, and most importantly, the first he had ever done alone. He was trying not to rush it, he told himself while walking, but I would go as far as saying that he was a bit lost.

As a first stop he had decided to take a walk in the streets of Gangnam, the district in which he was residing. He had picked it for safety and convenience, Gangnam is very central, just south of the main Seoul river, and also because he could afford it. He didn’t knew much else about it, the name might remind you of Gangnam Style, a global success famous for its provocative mixture of sexual innuendos and iconic dance. On its core a simple tale of a men and a woman flirting. Strangely enough, our protagonist didn’t remember the song at all.

Walking in the Apgujeong neighborhood, one of the busiest and party oriented sections of Gangnam, this guy could often feel girls’ eyes stopping on him. He was, luckily enough, a handsome boy. A clean American look, mid brown hair, brown eyes with small brushes of green. He came from California. A wide white t-shirt complimented his style, he wasn’t fancy and didn’t need to be. His precise age I can’t tell you, because I don’t know it myself, but I would say he must have been on of his twenties, maybe late twenties. He looked young and fresh, despite a touch of experience which he got mostly from his height. To cut it short, you can just picture him hot: a hot American guy on a trip. Not arrogant because of it, just a handsome guy from who I had the luck of hear a story. At that time he was walking the streets, so let’s keep going.

Despite the attentions received in the form of looks or even a few smiles, the mind of our friend was elsewhere. It was partially him being used to being looked at but mostly just the heat. Seoul had entered spring more than a month ago and it was now starting to show up the true color of the city, an aggressive climate, sometimes humid to the point of paralysis. He had imagined to walk until sunset, but it was becoming unbearable. He needed something to drink and a place to sit. He started looking at the bar signs. This was a rich neighborhood, so they were all quite pretty, and it already soothed his mind to think of himself relaxing inside one of them. This was one of the main reasons people went on vacations after all, to relax.

Among the multiple signs one in particular grabbed his attention. A round large logo built on metal had at its center a pair of female lips painted in bold pink. A bright star, something like a comet, passed in front of them. On top of it a name was stylishly written out: Midnight Star. He liked the design and the whole place didn’t look too crowded. There was a single fancy door to enter it, no noise coming from the inside. Perfect for a quick rest. He decided to get in. Once inside the American guy wasn’t disappointed. A pleasant atmosphere and not too many clients, it was still afternoon. The freshness coming from the air conditioners was all that mattered to him. The spacious main room was lit by crystal chandlers and massive leather chair were placed all around tables. He aimed for one at the back and sit down. After his drink arrived, now more in control of his body temperature, he glanced at the costumers.

Prior to his departure he had tried to read something about South Korea, one of the informations that got stuck to his head was that ‘couple life’ was very important here. People supposedly always did things in two, some restaurants even only served a minimum of two people, stuff like that. ‘Why was it so?’ he thought, absolutely clueless. As if in answer to his social doubts two people were sitting at the counter, a guy and a girl, obviously a couple. He looked at them, trying to be discrete. Discovering the differences of a new culture is an important part of traveling, he told himself.

The two of them were sweet and obviously very fond of each other. Especially the girl. The guy was drinking from a glass and looking at her with established care while she was going all in with her display of affection, letting her head hang in front of his chin, as if saying: ‘Do with me as you please.’

Our American protagonist was so lost in his observations that he had not noticed someone looking at him as well, from a corner of the room. A guy on his forties, a round face, asian looking traits, and a pleasant smile. The guy got closer to the American, who finally raised his head on the direction of this new character.

He immediately noticed the smile and a series of acne scars covering his cheeks and part of his forehead. They didn’t ruin his overall friendly appearance. The asian looking guy was caught by surprise, faked a small retreat as if he had stumbled there by mistake, then kept smiling.

“Hello!” said the friendly guy.

“Hello,” answered the American, “are you Korean?”

“Korean?” he said, opening his arms in a welcoming gesture, “Sure! Welcome to Korea! Where are you from?”

“I am American, from California.” answered our guy.

“I love American people, they are so joyful.” said the Korean guy, more at ease knowing than an American was the object of his attention.

“We like to have fun.” said the American, who didn’t really know what to say.

The Korean gestured toward a chair and asked, “Can I sit here, with you, if don’t you mind?”

“Sure.”

The Korean immediately sit down and readjusted his attire.

“Could you tell I was a tourist?” asked the American.

“Of course, you are white, you are not Korean.”

“But, I mean, do I like lost?”

“Oh no, you look focus, very focus.” said the Korean, maliciously pointing at the couple with his eyes. “Do you like them?”

“They are interesting,” answered the American.

“What about the looks?”

“She is pretty, normal.”

“What about the guy? Is he ugly?” asked the Korean, laughing his own question off.

The American didn’t know what to say. “I am joking!” added the Korean, almost wanting to slap the American arm. “What’s your name?”

The American presented himself, stating his name and job, while the Korean nodded and listened. He didn’t tell me his name at this point of the story so let’s save it for later. He then asked the same question to the Korean.

“I am... Jimmy.” answered the Korean, “Nice to meet you.” Jimmy didn’t include his job. ‘Suspicious,’ thought the American, ‘or maybe just another odd thing Koreans do.’

To clarify the situation he asked, “Jimmy? Is Jimmy... Korean?”

“Anything can be Korean,” answered Jimmy, “I like the sound of Jimmy, my friends always call me Jimmy.”

“I guess that now I am your friend,” promptly answered the American.

“Exactly!” said Jimmy, clapping and gesticulating out of sheer happiness. He raised his hand to call for the waiter, ordering a drink. The waiter arrived, got confused by Jimmy energy, and left without asking the American if he needed something for himself. The American, who was even more lost in some in his own thoughts, didn’t ask either.

Waiting for the drink, Jimmy said, “You are handsome–”

The American interrupted him out of shyness, “Thank you, I am OK I guess.”

“No, really. You are tall, and your jaw, is... sharp.”

The American touched his face and smiled, “Thank you.”

The Korean was looking for something more to say, “What is... Can I ask?” the American made him understand that he could, “You are traveling alone...” (note that the American had not specified if he was traveling alone or not, proof that Jimmy was very smart) “and today so many people are alone...”

‘Here you go!’ thought the American, ‘The Korean couple mentality!’

“...but I see you are curious about them, so why can’t you be like them?”

The American gave it some thought and said “It’s complicated...”

“What’s so complicated about it,” said Jimmy, “don’t you... like girls?” he faked distress at his own suggestion and pushed back the air that separated the two of them.

The American answered, trying to calm him down, “Of course I like girls. But it’s not that easy.”

“Are American girls... hard?” asked Jimmy.

“Sometimes,” said the American.

“If you want a Korean girlfriend, you can find one, but you need to learn Korean. Yeoja, Namja,” he looked at the American, “do you know what that means?”

“I don’t, is it Korean?”

“Yes, it means woman and man, in Korean. Do you want to learn it?”

“For the culture, yes, but I am not looking for a girlfriend, here in Korea.”

“Why not?” asked Jimmy back.

The American, pressured by Jimmy curiosity, made the effort to cook up a good answer, “I feel like my life has been a constant state of looking for something, something that would fill my solitude maybe, a strong dream, or a great partner. Trust me I tried, I am not shy when I am interested in someone, I approached many women that I liked–”

“And then? Then?” Jimmy interrupted him.

“Point is all of that never gave me what I was looking for, it always boiled down to staying together for a while, then grow tired of each other. Now I don’t want to search for anything. I want to take things as they come. It is very easy to get into a relationship, but hard to get out of it.”

Jimmy didn’t seem satisfied by the American answer, he put his right hand on the table and said, “I understand you better now. But tell me, honestly, very simple question: are Korean hot for you?”

“Of course, I am not a racist. There is nothing wrong with a good looking Korean face. And your culture is also very popular for a reason. You have a lot of beauty here.” A sparkle animated Jimmy’s eyes, something in what the American had said.

Jimmy asked, “Beauty is very important. But as you said, it is not all. Culture, personality, character...” he covered the room with his eyes, as if he wanted to be sure of who was there, “Do you like... Kpop?”

“I know of it,” answered the American.

“It stands for Korean pop music. Are you a fan?”

“Not really?”

“You don’t like it, but you don’t hate it.”

“No, I don’t hate it.”

Jimmy hummed some melody with his lips tightened and looked at the American. Who thought ‘Am I supposed to guess the song?’ He was not supposed to guess the song, Jimmy just liked to think like that, humming and looking. After a bit of this Jimmy took out a flip phone from his pocket and started playing with it

“What about the girls of Kpop? They are called idols. Do you like them?” he asked.

“I would not be able to name one in particular, but I know that they work a lot, and a lot of effort is put into them, I guess it is difficult to dislike them.”

Jimmy pointed his eyes right into the American one’s and asked, “Do you want to see... something?”

“Where? Is there a concert happening?” said the American, who was eager for cultural discovery.

“No concert, just here... On my phone.”

“Can I?” asked the American, sensing that something important was at stake.

Jimmy scrolled through his phone, shielding it from the American and thinking of an answer, “I don’t know... Why not, it’s just... Here.” he had got something ready.

Nothing happened for a couple of seconds, the phone screen was still hidden to the American, who eventually grew confused and said, “So what, aren’t you showing it to me?” Jimmy granted the American wish and put his phone on the table. A picture was already on display. He retracted his hand and let the American take a good look at it.

A young girl with enormous black hair was photographed on a top down perspective, kneeled in front of a designer couch. Her eyes were closed. The American had no clue about who that girl might have been, but he could tell that she was no ordinary woman, her face was too refined and her attire too perfectly crafted. She was exceptionally gorgeous: a small delicate chin, pale skin, boosted by a touch of aggression on her slightly open lips. The American had a talent for appreciating every single detail of something, before moving on to what others would have found more obvious to comment first. But there it was, and it was impossible to ignore. The face of this incredible creature, a unicorn out of a centuries long dream, was covered in thick splashes of sparkling cum.

After Jimmy had put his phone away nobody spoke for a few seconds.

“Who is she?” asked the American eventually.

“You really don’t know her?” asked back Jimmy.

The American was in a state of confusion and didn’t know how to answer.

“She is Karina,” said Jimmy, slightly lowering his voice, “from Aespa.” to be sure he had made his point clear he added, “It’s one of the most popular groups right now. And she is the most popular in her group. Top three of all Kpop idols.”

“Are you the one that–”

“No,” said Jimmy, making a weird expression, “I am not the one that did that to her face.”

“Then how did you... got it?” asked the American, shocked, in disbelief, and with a whole other bunch of conflicting emotions.

Jimmy smiled, “I can tell you more, if you show me that you really care.”

“What do you want?” asked the American with a slightly louder voice. Jimmy hushed him with a gesture of his hand and the American recomposed himself, he was taken aback by his own curiosity.

“What do I want...” repeated Jimmy to himself, “You can give me fifty dollars? That’s fair.”

The American took out the money and handed it over, he had some US cash still with him and was enough well off to not give it much thought.

“Here you go,” he said to Jimmy, who joyfully took the money into his own pockets.

“What is this?” the American added, “I thought idols were not even allowed to date.”

“You should order your own drink,” said Jimmy with a satisfied look plastered all over him, “this could become a bit... Hot.”