"Ahh. Uhm. Mmm." The two figures on the bed continued to fill the room with their moans as the bed creaked. The sound of sheets rustling and the faint slap of skin against skin echoed in the small, dimly lit room, mingling with the heavy breathing of both participants.
Their bodies moved in a rhythm that was at once urgent and intimate, the air thick with heat and tension. Shadows flickered across the walls as their movements pressed them closer together, leaving neither of them able to think beyond the moment.
An hour later...
"Wow! That. Was. Fantastic!" The middle-aged woman squealed like a fangirl, heavily panting after her young lover removed his still hard and long fleshy rod before getting off the bed to chug down two glasses of water.
Beads of sweat clung to her temples, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. The warmth of the room and lingering scent of their passion clung to them both, making her heart race even more. Her fingers instinctively brushed the sheets as if still trying to hold onto the moment.
"You surely hold up to the impression I had of you, if not better." She added and beckoned to the young man to come closer.
Her voice was soft yet carried the unmistakable undertone of desire and admiration, and her eyes lingered on him as if memorizing every detail of his form.
Her pulse quickened as she leaned slightly forward, her hand grazing his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin.
She leaned into his ear and said, "My husband has never been able to make me climax before. He always leaves me in limbo, but I still have to fake it by moaning."
A shiver ran down her spine as she spoke, a mixture of relief and excitement evident in her tone. Her eyes flicked toward his face, curious for his reaction, yet hesitant to break the spell of the moment.
She starts to kiss and rub his well-toned abs and arms. "I admit, I was ensnared by your beautiful, rare looks, but I never imagined that you had such an angry body underneath.
I thought you were just a pretty face; I didn't know you had that much stamina. I won't mind rubbing my hands all over you all day and all night. I just wish that I didn't have to leave."
Her hands lingered on his chest, tracing the lines of muscle as her fingers occasionally trembled, betraying her desire to prolong the moment. Her lips brushed along his collarbone, leaving tiny trails of warmth as she spoke, and her breath hitched slightly with anticipation.
She paused with the rubbing and kisses for a second to look at his face as she asked. Her eyes searched his expression, trying to gauge his mood, the faint blush on her cheeks highlighting her nervous anticipation.
"You said you want to be in the next Knet Idol Survival Show, right?"
The young man nodded. His chest still heaving from exertion, he felt a small surge of pride mingled with lingering adrenaline.
His fingers twitched slightly, as if unconsciously responding to her touch, while his mind briefly flashed to the opportunities ahead.
"Then, can we go one more time?" She bit his ear and circled her arm around his neck, not even waiting for his answer as they went for two more rounds of their hot session.
The sound of their bodies meeting again filled the room, the intensity of the moment escalating as if time had slowed to accommodate their passion.
The faint moans and hurried gasps created a rhythm that filled the otherwise silent room, binding them to that shared, fleeting eternity.
A week later...
Ding!
A notification popped up on Lee Do Yun's phone. The sound made him jump slightly, his fingers pausing mid-action as he reached for the device. He took the phone from the nightstand and read the message out loud, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, highlighting the faint lines of tension still lingering from a sleepless night of anticipation.
Knet Plus: "Congratulations!!! We at Knet Plus are happy to inform you, Mr. Lee Do Yun, that you have passed the preliminary stage of The Debut: Universe Idols.
You are expected to come in by Monday, July 1st, 2024, at 9:00 a.m. Call the numbers below for any enquiries or chat with our customer support team on our social platforms through the links below. Have a great day."
"Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!" The 20-year-old first-year student is happily jumping in his assigned dorm at his hostel. His fists pumped the air as he let out triumphant shouts, feeling a rush of adrenaline and validation wash over him.
He spun around the room once, nearly colliding with a chair, before laughing loudly and flopping onto his bed, unable to contain the mixture of relief and excitement.
"You got in?" His friend Bae Jimin, who is sitting on Doyun's bed and playing a Monopoly game on his phone, asked, and he nodded.
Jimin leaned back, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, clearly both amused and impressed by Doyun's excitement. He tapped his phone lightly, as if signaling he half-expected this, yet still delighted by the outcome.
He is Doyun's coursemate, and it was only a few months ago that the two became friends after they were assigned the same room. School is on break, but it will resume soon.
The dorm room was cluttered with textbooks, game controllers, and scattered papers, but in this moment, none of it mattered. Sunlight dusted the edges of the bed, highlighting the scattered items and the faint scent of coffee lingering from breakfast.
"Congrats, man! I guess that woman really came through for you. You are one lucky bastard." He tapped Doyun on the shoulder and shook him in a half-hug. Laughter escaped him, a mix of teasing and genuine happiness for his friend.
"Of course she has to. Who can resist this fine face and hot body? Not to mention all the actions that they would get once under the sheets." Doyun winked while grinning shamelessly, making his friend hit him on the head.
His smirk lingered as he leaned back, the pride and mischief in his expression evident, while a faint warmth of embarrassment tinged his cheeks.
"Stop with your shamelessness and start preparing. You know that these survival shows are more of a popularity contest than just for your true talents, right?" Jimin said, folding his arms and giving Doyun a pointed look. His tone carried a mixture of worry and jest, but the seriousness underneath was unmistakable.
"Don't worry. I've already gotten a new lady who's a famous TikToker and is into these things. She promised to start with the promotion once the first episode airs." Doyun smirked at his friend, tapping the side of his phone as he imagined the potential reach and influence. He could almost see the social media engagement numbers climbing in his mind.
"So for how long are you going to use these women? Do you think that they still don't know your real age by now?" Jimin asked, concern tightening his voice.
"I'm not using anyone when we are both getting what we want from each other! It's a win-win situation. None of them is genuinely single.
As for the age, I don't think they care that much. They just want a bit of this. That's all." Doyun pointed to his nether regions, his grin bold and unapologetic.
"Ouch!" Jimin knocks him on the head. His face flushed slightly, but a small laugh escaped him despite the warning.
"Do you have any shame at all? Haven't you heard of how dangerous a woman scorned is?
And as someone wanting to be in the entertainment industry, don't you think that it's too risky to have amorous relationships with all these women?
You are too young for Christ's sake!" His hands gestured animatedly, emphasizing his worry.
Doyun shakes his head. He doesn't blame his friend. He is only looking out for him. But what his friend doesn't know is that he is far gone. A shadow flickered across Doyun's expression as he thought of his past, the debts, and the relentless struggles that had shaped him.
The death of his dad and his leaving behind all these debts after so many years of hard work have shaken Doyun's belief.
It's not like they even lived a better life. It has been one struggle after another. His jaw clenched as memories flashed through his mind, a bitter mix of resentment, fear, and determination coiling in his chest.
Not that he is complaining, but he doesn't want to accept the limitations that this life has set for him due to his background. No! He will do everything to free himself and his family from poverty. Determination burned in his chest like a quiet fire, refusing to be extinguished.
Otherwise, he may end up dying poor too, just like his dad. Maybe he will not be fortunate enough to find a good woman to love him in his poor state, like his mother did for his dad.
Nope. Never. Not the girls of today. His eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of resolve in their depths.
He may be just a young adult, but the hardship that he and his family have gone through has made him more mature and exposed to the realities of life. His mind raced with plans and strategies, each one a step toward a better future.
He has to unlearn so many things his brain has been taught. He is not going to hold back anymore. His conscience? He's thrown it to the dogs. He will be happier if he dies young and rich rather than old and poor. At least that way, his family will have something for themselves too.
Doyun intends to use everything at his disposal to his advantage. He wants to make a name for himself while having fun too. And these women are going to be the ones to help him get there. He clenched his fists, a sly smile forming as he imagined the possibilities.
Some boys and men keep disturbing him too. In fact, he gets advances from more males than females, but he doesn't swing that way.
Bae Jimin tapped his shoulder. "Look, man, I know you're not doing this just for the sake of it, but whatever the reason is, I just hope you will be very careful."
Doyun nodded to what his friend said. Just then, his phone rang. He reached over quickly, anticipation and anxiety mixing in his pulse.