Chapter 1: The Unexpected Touch
Tae, South Korea’s darling idol, stepped into the dimly lit massage parlor, her signature innocent smile playing on her lips. The world knew her as the sweet, wide-eyed beauty with an hourglass figure—big boobs and a curvy ass that made jaws drop. But her music? Pure, unadulterated filth. Her lyrics dripped with sexual hunger, her music videos borderline scandalous with nudity and provocative poses. At 21, she was a paradox of purity and vulgarity, and she reveled in it.
She’d booked this session expecting a female masseuse, someone safe to keep her little escape under wraps. So, when a man walked in—Jimin, in his thirties, with a body built like a goddamn tank—her breath caught. His muscles strained under his tight black shirt, and his dark eyes raked over her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the nation’s little slut,” Jimin drawled, his voice low and mocking as he shut the door behind him. “Thought you’d be too pure for a place like this, Tae. Or are you just here to play the innocent card while I rub down that filthy body of yours?”
Tae blinked up at him, her lashes fluttering as she tilted her head with a coy smile. “Oppa, don’t be so mean,” she purred, her voice dripping with faux naivety. “I just wanted a nice, relaxing massage. Is that so wrong?”
Jimin’s jaw tightened, his gaze darkening as he stepped closer. “Don’t play dumb with me, princess. I’ve seen your videos. All that skin, those moans in your songs. You’re begging for it, aren’t you?” He gestured to the massage table. “Strip. Let’s see if you’re as innocent as you pretend.”
Tae’s lips curled into a smirk, but she obeyed, peeling off her robe to reveal her flawless, naked body. She lay on the table, her curves on full display, and shot him a challenging look. “Happy now, oppa? Or do you need a closer look?”
Jimin didn’t respond with words. His large hands, slick with oil, descended on her back, kneading with a roughness that made her gasp. “Look at you, all perfect and polished,” he growled, his fingers digging into her skin. “But I bet you’re just a dirty little thing underneath. Aren’t you, Tae?”
She bit her lip, her voice a teasing lilt. “Oppa, you’re so rough. Shouldn’t you be gentle with a sweet girl like me?”
“Sweet?” He barked out a laugh, his hands sliding lower, gripping her hips with a possessive force. “Sweet girls don’t sing about getting fucked until they scream. Sweet girls don’t parade their ass for the world to see. You’re a fucking tease, and I’m gonna make you admit it.”
Tae’s breath hitched as his hands roamed dangerously close to her inner thighs, her body betraying her with a shiver. “Oppa, you’re so naughty,” she giggled, playing her part even as heat pooled between her legs. “What if I’m not what you think I am?”
Jimin’s eyes flashed with something primal, and before she could taunt him further, his hand slid between her thighs, brushing against her already wet pussy. “Not what I think?” he sneered, his voice a low rumble. “You’re dripping already, you little liar. I bet this cunt’s been begging for a real man to touch it.”
Tae’s playful facade faltered for a split second, a soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers teased her. “Mmmh, oppa, that’s not fair,” she whined, but her hips arched into his touch, daring him to go further.
“Not fair?” Jimin’s smirk was wicked as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ll show you not fair, princess.” His hand drew back, only to deliver a sharp slap right against her sensitive folds, the sting making her gasp and writhe.
“Fuck, oppa!” Tae’s voice was a mix of shock and pleasure, her body trembling as she glared at him over her shoulder. “You’re such an asshole.”
“And you love it,” he shot back, his eyes glinting with lust. “Look at you, panting already. You’re so fucking horny, aren’t you? Bet you’ve been dying for someone to handle you like this.”
Tae’s defiance flared, but before she could snap back, Jimin’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. He dropped to his knees, his face inches from her glistening pussy, and she felt her heart race. “Oppa, what are you—?”
“Shut up,” he growled, cutting her off. “I’m gonna taste this dirty little pussy of yours, and you’re gonna take it. Let’s see if you’re as innocent as you act.”
Her protest died on her lips as his mouth descended, hot and relentless, and the room filled with the sound of her sharp intake of breath. This was no gentle tease—Jimin devoured her, and Tae’s control was about to shatter in the most explosive way.
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