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### Secret Meeting with an Idol - Chapter 563 That evening, I glanced at the seat next to me, just ten minutes before the end of the workday. **Tap tap tap...** A diligent deputy manager was still typing away. When I tapped her arm, the keyboard stopped. Ye-na, looking somewhat worn-out, turned to face me. "Yes?" "How about taking a break today? There's not even ten minutes left." "I'm almost done. Just a moment." She seemed truly engrossed in her work, turning her head back immediately. It was only after five minutes that she finally leaned back in her chair. "All finished... Oh, right. Woo-jin, is there something you wanted to say?" "No, I was just curious since you were working so hard. I wondered what was so urgent that you were still here right before clocking off..." "There was something I needed to finish today. I had procrastinated a little, so it was tight, but I'm glad I managed." "I see." Though I'd only monitored her for two weeks, I hadn't seen her work so intently before. When I nodded, Ye-na dropped a small hint. "I couldn't focus too well earlier, to be honest..." "Is it because of that thing?" "What thing?" She shot me a sharp look at my probing, and I shrugged, diverting my gaze. "It just seemed like you were walking around a lot today." "An employee making remarks to their superior. The world works very well these days." "Come on, you know that's not what I meant." I moved my chair closer to Ye-na. She flinched for a moment but I leaned in closer to her ear without concern. Whispering just loud enough for her to hear, I asked, "Are you still keeping that... you know?" "Ugh... Seriously...!" "I was just worried it might have slipped away." "I'll handle it myself, so don't worry!" Ye-na cringed and pulled back, but it didn’t matter much to me. ‘She didn’t exactly say no.’ I couldn’t help but smile. Realizing my meaning, her face flushed bright red. After a bit of awkward coughing, she pushed me away. Following her indirect dismissal, I naturally returned to my seat. Watching her profile from the side, a curiosity emerged. 'Is she really still holding onto it?' Given how she frequently left for the bathroom, the amount must have decreased compared to the beginning. It could have happened when attending to business, or she might have snuck some and... There were endless possibilities. Although bursting with questions, I held myself back, knowing she likely wouldn't tell me anyway. Trying to exhibit patience, my phone buzzed. 'Is it the deputy manager?' Surely, she wouldn't send me an intimate photo, would she? I checked with some hesitation. - Kim Se-jung: Want to meet for a bit today? A super busy idol wanted to see me. Although it might have deflated my spirits a tad, I wasn't opposed. I quickly replied. - Park Woo-jin: I'm free, but are you done with your schedule? - Kim Se-jung: Yeah, nothing more today. - Park Woo-jin: Then where shall we meet? - Kim Se-jung: I'm in front of your office. Look for a black SUV. You've seen it before, right? So, she was already waiting. Even if I had refused, it seems she was ready to drag me out forcibly. Impressed by her decisiveness, another vibration followed. It was a selfie. - Kim Se-jung: Hurry up and come~ Her face filled the screen, her eyes smiling so brightly that I couldn't help but be amazed. Casually enjoying the photo, I took a glance elsewhere. 'It looks like she came straight from practice.' Her heavy makeup and her outfit were no joke either—a black dress that perfectly complemented her orange hair, with frills adding a unique vibe. The saying 'clothes make the man' isn't without reason. I checked the time and then discreetly shifted my phone aside. Concerned about being seen, I covered the screen with my hand and resumed admiring the photo. "Hmm... Is that Kim Se-jung?" A low voice suddenly sounded next to me. Quickly turning, I found the deputy manager looking intently over the partition. A scene straight out of a horror film. I quickly hit the power button, feigning ignorance. "Isn't it a bit much to peek at someone else's phone?" "I wasn't really peeking, just happened to glance because of the mysterious giggles coming from your side." "So you did see it." "I apologize for that. I'm sorry." "It's fine, I was just saying." Since it wasn't a compromising photo, there was no reason to hide it. The deputy manager knew of my relationship with her, so no need for excuses. I casually showed her the screen, boasting about the exclusive selfie that couldn’t be found online. Even Ye-na gave a small gasp of admiration. "Idols really are something else... Their faces just glow. Her skin's so fair too..." "Right?" "And isn't she prettier in person than in photos? Last time I met her in person, she was just stunning... Anyway, I’m kind of envious that you have such a friend." She smacked her lips and returned to her desk. Though I wanted to pat her adorably, I held back. Instead, I offered a sincere compliment. "You’re quite pretty too, Deputy Manager." "W-What, what was that?" "Just saying." "I didn't hear that well..." She totally did. Ignoring her eager eyes, I turned back to my phone. Rules say never to repeat compliments. Eventually, Ye-na gave up and turned her head away. But her last expression was one with a grin reaching her ears. 'This is how you adult.' Feeling satisfied with myself, I began tidying up. * Moments later, stepping outside the office, I spotted the familiar SUV. I found it, but how was I supposed to get in with so many people around? Walking casually seemed impossible. Just as I pretended to pass by, the door clicked open. "Hurry." ### A Surprise Encounter with an Idol - Chapter 563 A hand reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside swiftly. As I was pulled in, a familiar face leaned close. "Hey there! Long time no see." "Yeah, it's been a while. How have you been?" "I'm always doing well. How are you handling work?" "For me, it's the same every day. Go to work, work, come home, and repeat endlessly." Adjusting my clothes, I looked at the beaming Kim Se-jung in front of me. Her happiness was contagious, and I couldn't help but chuckle too. 'She really is beautiful.' Even with full makeup, her radiant appearance was dazzling. Her bare face alone could leave one spellbound, but fully styled, she was in a different league. This is what it looks like when someone is fully prepped. As I momentarily spaced out, Kim Se-jung smirked. "Why are you staring like that?" "I'm just reminded that idols really are something else." "Of course, and not just any idol but a top-tier, globally renowned one. Even having a one-on-one conversation like this must be an honor." "That might be a stretch." "Watch it, or I'll get you." When she playfully raised her fist, I quickly waved it off and settled into the next seat. The car, devoid of people, was filled with a pleasant scent. After taking it in, I asked, "Is that stage outfit?" "Yeah. It's what I'll be wearing this Sunday. How is it? Does it look good?" "It suits you really well." "I've put a lot of thought into it. It’s going to be the biggest concert of my life." "The biggest of your life?" If someone who’s experienced so many stages says so, it must be truly huge. "Yeah, I’ve prepared a lot of choreography and songs... Plus, there's a surprise announcement planned." "What is it?" "It's a secret." "That's not fair." "It's less than a week away, so just hang on. You'll find out everything then." Kim Se-jung gave a teasing smile and wagged her forefinger side to side. Watching her playful gesture, various thoughts crossed my mind. If it's even a secret to me, what could it be? Nothing came to mind. Well, time would reveal that anyway. The most important thing was the present moment. "But is it really okay for me to be here? I feel like if we're caught, I'll be dragged off somewhere and beaten." "Don’t worry. I sent the manager off for dinner, so he won’t be back for about an hour. Plus, the dashcams are off, so we're safe." "The manager—he’s the big guy, right? Looks like he’d be over 190cm." "Yep. He’s both my manager and bodyguard." "He looks like he’d demolish me in three seconds flat." Kim Se-jung burst out laughing at my words, poking me in the side as her laughter echoed. After wiping a tear from her eye, she looked up at me. "I asked him once; he’s trained in martial arts. You wouldn't stand a chance against someone like him." "Mind if I go home now? Suddenly, I’m feeling tired..." "Hey, don’t leave. Spend more time with me." She scooted closer until we touched side-by-side, and then suddenly linked her arm with mine. Before I could feel the softness of her chest, her head landed on my shoulder. A pleasant scent wafted directly from the top of her head. "So, today, you’re really free, right?" "Completely free. No appointments whatsoever." "Good. I was worried you might be busy." With that, our conversation paused. Quietly feeling warmth, her humming began again. I listened closely. "Is that a song for the upcoming concert?" "Yeah, that’s right." "Sounds nice." "I'm letting you hear it first." "Such an honor." "Now? It’s too late for flattery." Though her words were dismissive, her voice's tone lifted. And so began our quiet rendezvous in the secluded car. --- ### Idol’s Fine-Tuned Performance - Chapter 564 "Ahhh... Mhmm... Mmmm..." A cheerful hum tickled my ears. A sweet aroma continually filled my nostrils, all thanks to Kim Se-jung resting her head on my shoulder. She wasn’t heavy, just the right amount that was surprisingly pleasant. So I remained relaxed, watching what she was up to. **Tap tap tap.** I inquired as she busily typed something. "Are you on Insta?" "Yeah, I don’t do much, but managing my image is important. It’s a handy tool for interacting with fans." "I don’t use it, so I wouldn’t know. It’s a social media for the ‘in’ crowd." "These days, practically everyone uses it... But it beats flirting with other women on it." Kim Se-jung double-tapped to go back and brought up her profile. She proudly showed off her photo and the number alongside. "Look at this, check out my follower count. Isn’t it a lot?" "How many are there? One ten hundred thousand..." I slowly counted the tightly-packed numbers. Soon, a staggering number beyond imagination emerged. "Fifty million?" "Yeah, I just passed that recently. Impressive, right?" "Are these fake? How can it be as much as the population of our country?" "They’re not fake; every single one is a living person." "So if you greet anyone on the street, they could be a follower? If you ask, 'Do you know Kim Se-jung?' everyone would say yes." "Naturally." While the number likely includes many international fans, fifty million is hard to fathom. 'How famous is she, really?' Sending a somewhat respectful gaze her way, she clung even closer, rubbing cheeks and then suddenly thrusting her phone forward. "Let’s take a commemorative photo?" "You’re not uploading it to Insta, are you?" "Should I? 'Here's my dearest friend, 24-year-old Park Woo-jin, an outstanding student at Future University Engineering...'" "You planning on burying me? Is this a roundabout murder contract?" "It’s a joke, just a joke." Kim Se-jung waved her hand dismissively and activated the camera. Before I could react, my face appeared on the screen. And then a loud shutter sound echoed. There was an image of Kim Se-jung making a peace sign and me looking a bit dazed. "Hahaha... What’s with that expression? Did you swallow something bitter?" "And yet, you posed." "I'm used to the camera; I'm a pro." "Yeah, right." ### Idol's Delicate Touch - Chapter 564 I chuckled softly, examining the photo. Even though it was snapped casually, Kim Se-jung looked stunning. In contrast, I appeared just like the tired office worker I was. 'It really does starkly highlight the difference when you're side by side.' As much as I didn't want to admit it, the disparity was overwhelming. Her striking orange hair seemed to brighten the surroundings almost like an illusion. Is this what they call a halo effect? "I’ll send this to you too. Just remember, you can’t leak it anywhere. No letting people brag about knowing me." "You're quite picky." "Normally, I’d just pass it off as fan service, but right now, it's a stage outfit—it's confidential." "No worries, I’ve got nowhere to show it off anyway." Reassured by my answer, she nodded contentedly. However, a mischievous grin soon spread across her face, and she began rubbing my thigh. "I feel like lounging. Give me a lap pillow." "Go ahead." She was acting especially childlike today. It was a side of her I hadn’t seen before, and although unfamiliar, I moved aside without a word. Once there was enough space, Kim Se-jung lay down flat. Her pale face filled the space right below my chin. "Mm, this is nice." "Comfortable?" "Your thighs are oddly stiff and uncomfortable." "Then get up." "No~" She stuck her tongue out playfully and wriggled around. Soon her nose was practically buried in my waistband. "Sniff sniff... It smells." "Isn't it natural after working hard?" "You should always keep this area clean. It's your one-and-only precious asset." She pressed her face closer, intentionally stimulating me by rubbing against me. Blood naturally began to rush to that area. Before long, there was a noticeable bulge. "What did you do to make it grow so fast? You pervert." "You were the one rubbing up against it, and now you're denying it?" "Isn't it looking really constricting? Should I let it out?" Without waiting for a response, her hand went to the zipper. **Zip...** My underwear peeked out through the opened zipper, and my member soon followed through its hole. "Wow... it's really something up close... those veins are intense." "Not like it's your first time seeing it." "Just saying." Eyes wide, Kim Se-jung examined it closely, the warmth of her breath and skin washing over me. I swallowed involuntarily. "Eek...!" She flinched as it lightly tapped her, then, with a lick of her lips, grabbed the shaft as if avenging her surprise. That's when I noticed the issue. 'Using silk gloves can have unexpected consequences.' The soft texture was beyond description. The unfamiliar sensation made my member twitch involuntarily. Kim Se-jung gazed at it mesmerized for a moment before slowly moving up and down. **Swish swish swish swish...** Only the faint sound of friction and our breathing filled the car. The erotic ambience amplified the pleasure spiraling upwards. However, what turned me on the most was not the touch itself, but Kim Se-jung gazing up at me from below. "How is it, having a current idol doing this for you? Feels nice?" "Did you skip choreography practice to master this or something?" "This is a basic skill." Her face was nestled against my thigh, lips brushing against my balls every now and then. Although she was surely aware, she showed no sign of displeasure. Rather, seeming to enjoy it, she wiggled even closer. "Smooch... Slurp... Mmm... Ugh..." As she closed in, her tongue joined in, subtly licking my balls, sending shivers up my spine. 'How can she be so provocative?' Is this the skillset of an idol, knowing precisely how to entice a man? I let out a dry laugh, gazing down at her. Our eyes met, her black eyes watching my reactions intently. "Mmm... Does it feel good?" "Go faster." "I want to enjoy this... but if you insist." Kim Se-jung picked up the pace. Now with no attempt to hide, she eagerly sucked on my balls, using both hands. Her left hand concentrated on the head, while the right slid up and down the shaft. The simultaneous surges of pleasure caused pre-cum to leak freely. "Yeah, that's it, more..." As I gently caressed the back of her head, her eyes curved sweetly. Her lips were adorned with a wide smile. It's impossible to resist when such a pretty face is doing such things. "I'm about to come." "It's fine... Do it." "You said these gloves are part of the stage outfit, right? What will you say if they get stained?" "Hmm... good point. What should I do?" Despite her thoughtful look, she didn't stop the hand job. Thanks to that, the climax rapidly approached from deep within. The moment I sensed it traveling up, her face lifted from my thigh. "This should work." Kim Se-jung drew out her tongue, supporting the bottom of the head, then engulfed the front in one swift motion. And with that, a wave of pleasure rippled out as I climaxed. **Sputter...!! Sputter...** "Mmm... phew...! Mmm...!!" A current idol in her stage outfit was receiving it all in her mouth. Kim Se-jung, who had taken selcas and chatted with me just a while ago. Perhaps that's why it seemed to be more than usual. "Mmm... you really let out a lot..." "So that was your plan all along?" "The gloves can't get dirty... and wow... it's really thick..." She kept nibbling, anyone could tell she was savoring the taste. She’s definitely doing it on purpose. And yet, finding it somehow erotic, I just stared in fascination. "What? Turned on?" "Didn't you say the manager would be back in an hour?" "Yeah... he left a bit ago, so maybe 40 minutes?" Noting the time, I reached out. My target was the panties peeking from beneath her rolled-up dress. "Ah... Those can't get wet..." "The panties aren't part of the props, are they?" "They're color-coordinated with the outfit, so they're important... But well, I'll slip on safety shorts anyway..." ### Secret Visit to an Idol's Room - Chapter 565 In the rattling vehicle, I remained silent, curled up on the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable spot, but I could manage. Especially since my face was pressed between Kim Se-jung’s thighs, feeling her every movement as the car swayed. [You okay?] Perhaps aware, Kim Se-jung messaged me via her phone. Nodding, I gently wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer and inhaling deeply. 'Smells so good.' The closer proximity intensified her perfume's scent, sweet enough to make my head spin. Breathing it in like a connoisseur savoring wine, I nestled further in. "Hey... maybe not here..." She put a hand on my forehead, her black eyes meeting mine. I looked up with pleading eyes, silently conveying, 'I want more.' "Sneaky... but okay, just be quiet and go slow." She eventually surrendered. With obstacles gone, I inhaled deeply again. The sweetness of her scent brought an involuntary smile. 'Do women naturally smell this good?' The combination of her skin, scent, and body wash was overwhelmingly intoxicating. Eyes closed, just as I was about to indulge again, my nose brushed against something soft. No need to guess what it was. **Slide...** With my teeth, I pulled aside her panties. Relishing the intensified fragrance, I nuzzled into her warmth. "Mm..." Sticky moisture was evident on the surface. I shouldn’t have been surprised—it had been oozing ever since I’d started earlier. And I could feel even more trickle out. Despite everything, she seemed excited. Exhaling a warm breath, I gripped her hips. Drawing her trembling body closer, I extended my tongue. “Ahh... mm...” The tight, hot interior quivered even with a slight intrusion, hinting pleasure rather than refusal. Evidently, enjoying herself, she spread her legs slightly more, allowing me deeper access. "Ahh... ah..." Quiet, muffled whimpers reached my ears, mostly drowned out by the engine's hum as Kim Se-jung bit her lip. Despite the immediate risk, seeing her resist her own urges spurred me further. After quenching my thirst, I resumed my eager exploration of her inner walls. “Haah...!” Trailing along the ridges coated my mouth with her sweet nectar, a blend of cherries and desire. The reaction was too enthralling to stop. Every suck elicited quivering from her thighs, and the neglected, yet prominently erect clitoris seemed almost pitiful in anticipation. Offering a thoughtful nudge with my nose, her body jolted. Guided by that signal, I began a gentle rhythmical motion. 'I’m not some kind of toy, you know.' Once she tasted the pleasure, she seemed unbridled. It was intense, but the thrill made it okay. Shutting out distractions, I sunk into the act fully. "Ah... ahh...!" Time lost meaning as her reactions grew more fervent. Her confusion about containing her steadily rising euphoria entwined her legs in restless knots, and the gasping breaths emphasized her heaving chest. The fact mere attention could lead to such an outpour suggested a profound need she had been hiding. 'Let’s send her over the edge.' As enticing as it was, it was time to wrap things up. Gathering my breath, I prepared for a final session. **Thud!** The car hit a speed bump. The unexpected bump pressed my nose against her clitoris with unwavering force while my tongue speared into her deepest reach. A cascade of her essence surged forth. “Ahhh...!” Kim Se-jung whimpered, arching her back, her head thrown back with a slick tongue peeking out. Clearly overtaken. Yet, I had little time for admiration. **Squeeze...** Her quivering thighs clamped around my neck like a wrestler’s hold. Despite the grip, I endured, but then came a second offensive. 'Feels like my hair’s getting yanked out.' Her excitement evidently translating into the fierce pressure. Despite limited air, I continued to savor the lingering taste. ### Sneaking into an Idol's Room - Chapter 565 "Ahh... Ah! St-Stop... I just went..." "Is everything alright, Se-jeong?" "Uh!? Oh, yes. I think some YouTube audio just leaked out." "Oh, okay." Kim Se-jung forced a smile, reassuring her manager. He glanced at the side mirror, then returned his focus to driving. Meanwhile, I managed to extricate myself quietly. Relieved at the close call, I wiped the corners of my mouth. “Hah...hah...” Kim Se-jung gazed down at me, her expression dreamy yet expectant of more. I signaled for her patience by gently stroking her thigh. After a while, the car twirled downward, indicating a descent into an underground parking lot. We had arrived at her residence. As expected, the manager soon turned around. "Se-jeong, we're here." "Oh, thanks for your hard work. I’ll get going then..." With a bright smile, Kim Se-jung exited the car, and I discreetly followed behind her. Getting caught would mean big trouble, yet the manager did not suspect a thing. 'He’d never imagine a guy was hiding inside all along.' If things went south, I initially considered using camouflage. Typically, it’d be a given, but this was in front of Kim Se-jung. There's little sense hiding from someone who's aware of everything, yet there's a hulking difference between being discreet and flaunting it. The real challenge awaited. Though out of the car, we were still in the middle of the parking lot. While hidden in a blind spot, any movement would surely give me away. "Hey, I’ll cause a distraction. Hide between a pillar or a car." Kim Se-jung murmured behind her hand, covering her mouth. She then approached the driver's seat and struck up a conversation. **Vroom...** Moments later, the car departed. Ensuring it vanished from view before emerging, I peered out and Kim Se-jung met my gaze with a soft laugh. "What now?" "What do you mean?" "Coming all this way, isn't it a shame to just head back? Why not take this chance to see my place?" "Technically not just your place, but your group’s. What if someone’s home?" "If we sneak straight into my room, no one will know. Plus..." She approached with a sly grin, whispering as though sharing a secret. "How often does someone get to peek inside an idol’s personal space? Especially the secret realm of Kim Se-jung. Wouldn't you like to see it?" "Of course I would." "And besides... you're the 'first' guy to set foot here." So I was supposed to be the first. Though I'd sneaked in a few times before, I played along, already knowing my answer. "If we get caught, it won't be my responsibility." "No worries, I won't hold it against you either." "So you'll blame it on a burglar when screeching and running?" "I’ll flee, screaming loudly, naturally. Don't get too flustered." "How kind of you to warn me in advance." I replied dryly, prompting a quick chuckle from her before she spun around gracefully. I followed along, trailing her swaying ponytail. **Beep beep beep beep...** At the door, Kim Se-jung typed in the code and the lock chimed with a clear tone. "Shh... I’ll check on things first. Wait here." With her finger pressed to her lips, she slipped inside. From what I glimpsed in the dim gap, all appeared still. After ten seconds, her face reemerged. "No one's here. Must have gone out for their schedules." "Well, considering it’s still early evening, makes sense." "Come in quickly." I hastened inside, and the door quietly shut behind me. 'Not much different from last time.' The interior from the shoe rack matched the view from Avatar Mode: the familiar cozy scent and slightly messy yet homely surroundings. I discreetly kicked off my shoes. Tiptoeing. Holding them in hand, I stealthily followed Kim Se-jung to her room, leaving no trace. Soon, we were ensconced in her private sanctuary. "Wow... It’s tidier than I expected?" "What do you mean? What do you think of me, usually?" "A wild spirit?" I shrugged, surveying the room. My gaze caught the empty bed where Park Seo-yoon once stayed. Fixated momentarily, Kim Se-jung poked my side. "So? How’s it feel to be in an idol’s room?" "Uh... makes you realize idols are human too?" "Oh, come on. You should be doing flips with gratitude, not spouting that dry appreciation." "You want to see something proper?" Before finishing my sentence, I leaped onto her bed. **Thud!** Diving face-first, I buried my nose into her pillow, rolling around. "This smells so good." "Hey, you nut! Climbing into someone's bed without washing first!?" Ignoring her protests, I continued my antics. After rolling a few more times, Kim Se-jung, unable to endure, approached. Now was the chance. Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her in. "Wha...? Huh?" Her startled voice met my ears as she toppled beside me, her lovely face up close as I grinned. "Looks like you're just as culpable." "Tsk, whatever." Clicking her tongue, she relaxed, relinquishing resistance. In those moments, I wrapped an arm around her waist. "How about we delay that shower a bit longer, huh?" "...Do as you please." The host granted her permission. With that cleared, nothing could stop me now. Cuddling close, I nestled into the soft curve of her upper chest.