Worship the K-Pop Idol Girl, Pt. II: Sam's Obsession

Worship the K-Pop Idol Girls is a new serial Ari will be publishing here. It takes place in the Worship Yuna universe, and it picks up two years later when Yuna and Sam are both seniors. 

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Why the fuck am I thinking about that bitch, Yuna. 

The thought entered his head like an invasive species being smuggled through international customs. He had tried to put up a firewall against all thoughts of Yuna. Tried to block all thoughts of female domination and male submission, in fact, ever since that time two years ago when he unexpectedly got dragged into Yuna’s world.

She used me. Abused me. Humiliated me. Now she has some other fucking bitch ass to trample. Hahaha! What a loser!

Sam lay on the hard mattress of his dorm room bed with a muddled static buzzing in his head. He didn’t have any motivation to move. He felt a conflicting mix of emotions oozing and bubbling in his head.

I’m glad I told Yuna off back then. She was such a bad girl.

Sam thought back to the job advert Miss Sanchez had shown him. It didn’t list say which record label it was. It didn’t say much of anything. Miss Sanchez had added a little bit of information: She said it was a joint program operated by all five big K-pop labels. But even she didn’t know anything beyond that.

“You never tell me anything!” Sam had whined.

Miss Sanchez had gritted her teeth. She was a professional. She had tried not to let her scorn for that boy show. But it was hard, sitting across from a boy who, just two years ago, she’d seen on video gagging on his classmate’s sweaty socks.

“Sam, you know I love all students equally,” she insisted in a strong voice. Sure..., Sam thought bitterly. You were all smiles with Yuna a minute ago, chitchatting like bosom buddies over afternoon tea. “I’m afraid there’s just not a lot of information available about that particular listing. The text is all they gave me. The K-pop industry just isn’t very transparent about everything.”

I should be happy for this opportunity. Images of glitzy hotel rooms and spacious offices flashed in his head. Limousines would whisk him from one recording studio to another, between restaurants where he would dine with entertainment industry big shots and boardrooms where he’d sign his name on record-breaking distribution deals, and then to nightclubs where he would party with sassy Korean ladies with slim bodies, long black hair, and aggressive heels on their sexy feet.

This lady of the night formed into a real woman who looked just like... ...Yuna. It was just like she had said: “You will be back. You won’t escape me. I’ll haunt you in your dreams.”

That just confirms it--she was evil, wild, completely untamed. There were no limits to what she would have done to you. In fact, if you didn’t leave her, she would probably be trampling you in her Demonia platform boots at this very moment, grinding those depraved boots into your chest, your stomach, pressing them into your groin. Those boots with eight straps. Buckles running up the front. Trashy. Bitchy. Bad-girl boots. God, what boots! What fucking boots!

He could almost feel the weight of them pressing down, the dull ache blooming into a sharper pain, but the pain covered up by the intense dispatch of adrenaline and dopamine to the brain. She’d be trampling him, standing over him, smirking as he writhed beneath her. 

Sam suddenly become aware that his dick was long and hard as a rock. But he was still just laying on the bed. All that pain and humiliation under Yuna would be some other loser’s plight to suffer. Haha. What a fucking loser. Sam tried to laugh, but only tears came out.

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I wonder what she’s doing right now. She’s probably broadcasting it.

Sam opened his Instagram app. He typed “WorshipYuna” into the search function. That’s still her username isn’t it?

No results showed up. That’s right! I blocked her! He was about to reach for the ‘unblock’ button when he stopped. 

Blocking Yuna was the right thing to do. She was such a bad girl. She would listen to no man. I mean, just look at what she did to you. She made you prostrate yourself at her feet and kiss each of her toes--each of her small, cute toes, each painted in a flattering bright red shade--all while she glared at you that look on her face--that look of self-satisfied conceit, so mocking, so tempting. She made you sniff her panties, take in all the deep, fragrant odors of her femininity  with the fabric of her undergarment, the very fabric that had touched her vagina, right up against his nose. Oh, Sam was getting so turned on just thinking about how much he hated Yuna!!

How bad could it be to take one quick peek? His finger hovered over the ‘unblock’ button. 

No! I blocked her for a good reason. Didn’t I? 

I’m stronger than I was then, though. I could resist even if I see her. 

That’s right. I wouldn’t try to go back to her just because I saw her doing something stupid in her broadcast. I’m going for it!

He clicked with abandon. There was Yuna standing tall, all 178 centimeters of her raised an extra five centimeters off the ground in her platform boots, while a servile man helped buckle the straps.

If I didn’t leave her, that could be me!