Idol Club

“That one.”

“Excellent choice, sir,” your host complimented. “One of our best. Nothing but good reviews from her many, many clients.”

It was hard to hear through the loud electronic dance music that pumped throughout the club. It was even harder to see in the dimly lit space that occasionally strobed with random-colored lights. Yet somehow through all those obstacles, your personal host managed to flag her down from the pedestal she was dancing on across the room. He held up three fingers to her as the bikini-clad woman stepped off the stage. She disappeared behind the curtains, the bottom of her ass cheeks bidding you farewell as she exited.

Your host led you out of the main room into a quiet corridor. A plethora of soundproof doors lined either side of the hallway. He pointed to one of the doors that automatically opened at his command.

“She’ll meet you in Room 3 in a couple minutes. Enjoy your time at Idol Club, sir!”

Idol Club was a hotbed for the ultra-rich elites who loved K-Pop but wanted an even more intimate experience with their favorite idols. It wasn’t without controversy, however. The legality and morality of Idol Club had always been hotly debated since its opening. The constant protests outside the club made it hard for patrons like yourself to enter without being harassed. It was a bit ironic, really. If the protestors had the same kind of money as Idol Club patrons, there was no doubt they also would’ve spent it on a night with the likes of an Irene or Tzuyu. They were just jealous hypocrites who weren’t lucky enough to be born into wealth.

What a lot of protesters always failed to acknowledge was that the idols had no problem with it and Idol Club always got permission from their respective companies. These idols loved Idol Club because they and their companies were always compensated handsomely. Even for the groups from lesser-known companies, a typical month would net them enough profit from Idol Club to fund the group’s next comeback. You had no moral qualms stepping into the club since it meant supporting your favorite artists. Still, it was a new experience for you.

The door finally slid open. She stood in the door frame with more clothes than when you initially saw her dancing on the pole. She looked comfy in her pair of pink sweats and black long sleeve crop top. Body glitter sparkled like a disco ball with each step until she finally stopped just short of your position at the foot of the bed. This was finally the moment you’d thought about all week.

“I’m Yiren from Everglow.” She really didn’t need the introduction.

“Yes, I know who you are.”

“You’d be surprised how many clients just walk in and pick out the prettiest face in the room.” Yiren noticed your rigid body and fidgeting hands. “You look nervous.”

“I—I’ve never done this before,” you confessed as you clung to your shoulder.

“What? You’ve never had sex?” she asked.

“I’ve had sex before. It’s just… I’ve never done it with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“This is my first time here, I’m not sure what to expect.”

Yiren slowly approached. She wrapped her arms around your neck and felt a nervous cock graze against her inner thigh as she made your lap a temporary seat.

“I think you’ll find I’m exactly like a handful of other girls here at Idol Club—we’re just like everyone else. It shouldn’t change your view of me just because you know who I am. Treat me like any other girl.”

Her weight shifted in your lap trying to get her line of sight to sit evenly with yours. She was surprisingly light even in her 163 cm (5’4”) frame. Yiren searched deep into those thoughtful eyes trying to find any sign of your doubt and nervousness washing away from her assurances. Treat me like any other girl. That’s what she said. Except she wasn’t just “any other girl”: those eyes that stared back at you—the ones that still sensed your nervousness—belonged to one Wang Yiren.

“Tell you what, why don’t I give you a little sample of what I can do? That should loosen you up.” She had seen the same kind of behaviour dozens of times before. She was well-equipped to unleash her clients’ inner freaks and this case was no exception.

The burden of Yiren’s weight lifted off your lap. The lights dimmed unprovoked, but it wasn’t a surprise, given how advanced Idol Club’s technologies were. Automated lights seemed trivial. So was the music that started to magically fill the room. Yiren began to dance in front of you.

Her limbs were surprisingly fluid. Yiren was a blur, her pink sweats seemingly flinging and flailing around in the darkness. But then she dropped down to the floor where she really shined. She pushed back up with her hands and for a brief moment, her ass hung in the air. Any light that still permeated in the room gravitated toward her body, creating a shadow in the crevice between her curvaceous cheeks that sucked in pink cotton like a black hole.

She dropped back down onto the floor. Yiren grabbed at her ankle and swung it over her head. Her sweats pulled tautly at the apex of her move, showing off her hungry pussy lips as it gobbled through her clothing. Yiren was as flexible as advertised.

“This could all be yours,” she said over the music.

As she stood back up and continued her dance, Yiren arched her back, highlighting her ass that was still swallowing up her sweats when she got up off the ground. By that point, her “ass-vertisement” was no longer necessary.

When the song finished, Yiren returned to her position just in front of you. Without hesitation, she pulled down her pants. The bikini bottom she wore when you picked her out in the main room earlier was gone, Yiren’s smooth, delicious pussy greeting you in its place. The meeting was brief as Yiren turned around, giving you a sample of those curvy cheeks that caught your eye during her dance. With enough handles to grab onto, they were the perfect size for taking Yiren from behind.

“God damn, Yiren! Did you always have that ass?” She gave it a little twerk; it turned out her personality wasn’t her only bubbly asset. While she continued to shake it, Yiren pulled her top over her head and flung her unclasped bra in your direction. Her skin crinkled near her hips when she turned around and watched her bra land on your shoulder.

She winked. “You can keep that as a souvenir.”

There wasn’t much time to enjoy that moment, either. She turned around one more time, showing off her youthful pink nipples that were already aroused from her own sensual dance.

“So you ready to tell me what you want, big spender?” Yiren’s naked body really did have a way of coaxing even the most unwilling clients to spill their deepest desires. Like a dam under extreme pressure, you finally burst.

“I wanna fuck you so hard that it splits you in half and breaks you! I wanna use up all of your tight holes! I wanna tie you up and cum in your ass, pussy, and mouth until you’re filled up like a jelly doughnut!” She could see the aroused vein in your neck throbbing. Yiren stood there quietly with no emotion on her face.

“ Was that a bit too much?” you wondered.

But then Yiren smirked, satisfied with the work she had done to elicit your honest confession.

“ There it is,” she said as she walked over to a little drawer in the corner of the room. “Even the most timid first-timers eventually break. They always succumb to their carnal instincts once they see their favorite idols naked in front of them.”

From the drawer, Yiren pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. You watched from the foot of the bed as she slapped each pair onto her wrists. She sat up on top of the mattress and stretched her legs out, lining up her right wrist with her right ankle and cuffing them together. When she was done, she skillfully managed to do the same thing to her left side without any assistance. Yiren fell back onto the bed, her limbs now bound and splayed out like some kind of disturbed butterfly.

Yiren was now helpless to any and all fantasies you wanted to carry out on her. Her limber legs split open at a 180-degree angle on top of the silk bed lining. She was used to this position and had a talent for it. She was trained to spread wide because Yuehua Entertainment wanted Yiren to do the splits, a party trick she could show off during Everglow’s variety show appearances and fan meetings. Idol Club, however, repurposed her talents for a more sinful reason: to make it easier to pump into her suffocating cunt, resulting in clients pumping more money into Idol Club.

From the base of the bed, you crept up to her bound body like a lion edging closer to its unsuspecting prey. With each forward motion, you quickly pulled off a piece of clothing. First, the shirt. Then, the pants. Yiren’s eyes grew in excitement the closer you got until you were fully naked hovering above her helpless body.

“Use me.”

There was no time to lose, not even on foreplay. Every minute mattered; you had already paid for the session in full and Yiren’s sultry dance ate up a lot of time. The only question now was where in the buffet line you wanted to start. Common sense told you appetizers first. Her mouth was a great place for the festivities to begin.

Her cold silicone-like skin just above her bare breasts pressed against the bottom of your balls as you sat on top of Yiren. You were careful to make sure you didn’t crush her trachea, though it wasn’t like she needed it to do any breathing—it was gonna be lined with semen in a few minutes.

Yiren felt the hard tip of your cock slap against her cheek, begging her to open her mouth. Her jaw unhinged without much more persuasion; she was determined to get that five-star review from her client.

“I’m gonna stick it in. Is that okay?”

“You don’t need to ask,” she said, almost somewhat offended. “Fuck me however you want, you paid for it. If you wanna fuck my mo—”

She had talked enough. You interrupted her monologue, sticking your cock in her mouth and pacifying her. The inside walls of her cheeks sucked in and pressed your shaft with a fresh coat of saliva. You weren’t expecting Yiren to be so good at taking a cock in her mouth. All that nervousness and apprehension of even deciding to give Idol Club a chance started to wash away with each thrust.

“Fuck, Yiren, you’re such a naughty little girl. You like that, don’t you? You like having your mouth punished?”

Yiren nodded.

You hadn’t even fully penetrated her yet and she was already enjoying it. It was time to test her limits. One quick shove and her puckered lips kissed the base of your crotch. She somehow managed to let a moan escape her filled mouth.

“How about that? God, the back of your throat feels so good.” You didn’t even wait for her answer. How could she even answer, anyway? The length of your cock pressed down on her tongue, prohibiting her from letting out even a single syllable from that tiny mouth of hers that was drooling all over you. Fuck me however you want was your earlier cue from her to continue exploring her limits.

You pulled out and there was nothing but saliva dripping down. You grabbed it, wiping your wet member against her face.

“Yeah, you fucking love that don’t you?” You were fully into it now. “Didn’t even realize you could be that wet for me.”

“You said you wanted to cum in my mouth,” Yiren explained. “So do it.”

Following her command, you held her head in place and thrusted back into her open mouth. It tickled the back of her throat and that’s when she finally clamped those lips back down onto you. Furiously, you began thrusting in and out. Yiren let out tiny whimpers with each poke of her throat.

“If this is what it feels like fucking your mouth, I can only imagine how wet that pussy is going to get.”

You closed your eyes trying to imagine it, getting off on the image of a bound Yiren getting her pussy fucked by your cock. Yiren did her best to cater to your imagination, her warm hole salivating even more against your thrusting cock while her tongue slid against the bottom of your shaft.

Every subsequent thrust was easier than the last. She had produced enough saliva and eventually got used to the feeling of getting tickled in her throat. Yiren was enjoying the facefucking.

“I’m gonna fucking blow my load into your mouth.” Your cock wagged between her lips as she nodded her head to confirm she was ready for it. She sucked on you trying to help your orgasm along, and before you knew it, warm cream started to fill her throat.

“Mmm,” Yiren moaned.

The first spurt was an easy swallow for Yiren. But the second, then the third, caused a back up in her throat; there was just too much cum for her to keep up. Eventually, she gave up as your cum started to fill around you in the space she created to accommodate the heavy load between her cheeks.

When you were finally done, you pulled out slowly, enjoying the sound of Yiren’s slurping. Semen erupted out of her mouth when you were fully out. A lot of it trickled into her nose or down her cheek.

“Damn, Yiren! We’re only a third of the way through the session and you’ve already paid for yourself. No wonder you’re so highly rated.”

Yiren took the compliment with a pasty smile, the cum in her mouth still pushing through her pearly whites. They were pearly for a different reason now. She managed to move enough fluid around to let out a garbled, barely intelligible sentence: “ Keep fucking me.”

Boy, was she a pirate with the amount of filth coming out of her mouth.

With her face fucked and filled, it was time for the main dish of the Yiren buffet. No, not her tight little cunt that was staring up at you and inviting you between her fully split legs. Initially, it was going to be the main dish. But Yiren’s dance earlier in the session made it very clear she was advertising her juicy ass, best served raw. It was definitely worthy as the main course. And just like a pirate yourself, you were out to get some booty.

You slid down and flipped her over. Her cheeks easily parted in her bound state, revealing her perfect little hole.

Just a little taste, you promised yourself. You had never eaten ass before and you hadn’t even planned on it when you first walked into Idol Club. But if you were going to rim someone for the first time, who better to pop that cherry than an idol like Yiren? You slapped your greedy hands onto the pretty little fuckdoll, grabbing a handful of her ass cheeks and squeezing it as hard as you could. Your lips forced its way toward her. Then without thought, your tongue reached out.

First, a little lick. Then a series of continuous pulsating thrusts of your tongue against her asshole. Finally, a long drawn out lap around the perimeter. You were no longer an ass-eating virgin now. It was surprisingly better than you imagined and she was loving every moment of it.

“Mmph!” Yiren cried out into the sheets. Her asshole puckered. Her body winced and pulled back in enjoyment.

Just a little taste, you promised yourself. Now it was time for the real thing. “If you like that, then you’ll love this next part,” you told her. That was all the warning she was going to get.

With your hands still grabbing onto her cheeks, you pulled away and replaced your mouth with your cock pressing at the back door. You pushed your way through—just a little—until just your tip was in her. Then you pulled out again. Surprisingly, she was already lubed up. No wonder she took a while before entering the room. She could’ve easily taken the whole thing on the first go if she wanted.

“Tell me you love the feeling of my cock in your ass.”

Her head was buried deep into the sheets. Yiren was drowning in a puddle that was starting to leak out on both sides of her buried head. The white pool started to stain the red silk and tickle her pierced ears.

“I llrrg drr ppffllng buuv kkek gin mmrph ezzz.”

She muttered out muffled gibberish. Locks of her luscious espresso hair curled and wrapped between your fingers. You tugged up until her head lifted out of the cum-stained sheets. Her gaping hole unleashed the rest of the cum she had hoarded in that whore mouth, seed dripping down and joining the rest of the mess that had already seeped into the silk below.

“Spit it out, Yiren!”

She repeated herself, this time with a clear throat and lack of sheets stifling her words: “I love the feeling of your cock in my ass!”

“Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it so much! I want you to dump your cum into me! I want it oozing out of my asshole!”

“Beg for it, then.”

“Please! Stick it back in me and fill my ass with some hot, white cum! Mark it as your territory so that all the horndogs after you know my ass already belongs to someone. I don’t just want it, I need it. Own me, please! Fuck!”

“Well, if you insist, Yiren.” Your fingers untangled from her hair, gravity reintroducing Yiren to your cum as her face plunged back into the cum-covered sheets.

You thrusted in again, this time, the whole thing instead of just a sample. She was prepared for it, sucking you in past the event horizon like she did to her sweats during her dance performance. You were past the point of no return now; releasing in her was the only way she’d release you from her gaping black hole.

The knuckles that kept you stabilized above her dug into the 22 momme silk on either side of her hips. The small of her back thrusted into the bed, dancing in sync with the slowly sliding cock that was thrusting into her ass. Yiren let out an elongated moan throughout until you filled her fully.

“Destroy me,” Yiren commanded.

Inhibitions disappeared. She let out a squeal as the cock behind her pistoned in and out of her with every pump. With every full penetration, your balls slapped her pink outer lips like a pendulum hitting its apogee.

Yiren’s face was still buried deep into the bed. She couldn’t help smothering her face into the cum that was sliding around the bed sheets while her helpless body graciously accepted your cock.

“Gaahh.. F—ffuuck!” Yiren’s yelps could barely be heard; she was a muffled mess. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you continued to press against her soft, squishy ass. It trickled down her spine before collecting into a tiny lake at the small of her back.

“You feel my sweat dripping down your back, Yiren? That’s how hard you’re making me work for your ass right now. Fuuuck. I hope you appreciate just how much my cock loves being in there and widening your tight hole. What do you have to say about that, Yiren? Is your ass thankful for this cock?”

“Mmhmm.” She nodded into the sheets giving her approval. Then she let out another undecipherable moan. It wasn’t understandable without any context, but then you felt her hips buckle and understood what she meant when you looked down.

“Fuck, Yiren, cumming already just from anal? I haven’t even stuck it in that hole yet!” Below, the red silk sheets had darkened in the area between her crotch. Her pussy dripped from the sensation that tickled her ass. Yiren was clearly enjoying herself as much as you.

The job wasn’t yet finished, though. Pendulums continued to swing. Your bent elbows gave in, unable to hold up your own body weight. The feeling of your sweat stuck to you as you fell on top of Yiren’s back. Hot breaths forced its way out of your lips that pressed against Yiren’s ear.

“Baby, can you handle this?” you whispered to her as you continued thrusting.

She nodded into the sheets again. For some reason, you didn’t believe her.

“Baby, can you handle this?” you repeated. Again, she nodded. And again, you didn’t believe her.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly,” you told her.

“No, please! I’m ready! Cum in my ass! Fill me up like you promised!” Cum still managed to ooze through her lips as she begged for it to ooze elsewhere. It was great to see from such a willing participant. Even better were the words that oozed through those cum-smacking lips. It was exactly what you wanted to hear come out of that expensive mouth.

“Good, because your body’s too bootylicious for me to not cum.”

A couple more thrusts and your sensitive cock was ready to give Yiren another heaping helping of cum. You pulled out just enough until only your tip remained in her. Yiren’s ass cheek rippled boisterously from the merciless smack of your hand, signaling to her that you were ready to fulfill your promise.

“Fuck, Yiren!”

She shook her ass trying to coax your cum into her used hole. You could feel her tighten as you released into her. There was a faint popping sound as you slowly pulled out. Cum dripped out of her spread ass, joining her slick that soaked the silk. There was no way those sheets could be used again, given how destroyed it was from the session.

There was a tiny section at the edge of the bed that remained untouched and free of bodily fluids. You rolled over to the clean area, catching your breath and staring up at the ceiling. Yiren laid motionless beside you, unable to move due to her limbs still bound to one another. Cum dripped out of everywhere except the one place that remained pristine. Luckily for her, you still had enough of an appetite saved up to continue the Yiren buffet. There was always enough room for dessert.

“You ready for one more round, Yiren?”

“Fffmph mmph kkunn.” She was still lying face down, unable to lift her face out of the bed sheets to properly answer the question. You flipped her over. Yiren’s face was covered in a thick and sticky face mask.

“What did you say?”

“I said, ‘Fuck my cunt.’”

“Fuck my cunt, what?”

She probably would’ve been rolling her eyes if not for the heavy dose of cream that kept her eyelids shut. “Fuck my cunt, please.”

“Well, okay. Since you asked nicely.”

One more time. Despite your cock feeling sore and spent from making Yiren’s body a wasteland of cum, there was still just enough energy for one last ride. Yiren was still wet from her earlier orgasm. It made it easier to slip into her despite how tight she was. Yiren winced when you were fully in her.

“God, Yiren, you’re so fucking tight. You sure you been fucked properly before? All these rich ass pricks with little dicks coming in here and barely making a dent in this tight pussy of yours.”

Not that you were complaining, you loved the way Yiren squeezed tightly around you.

“Those baby carrots couldn’t even make me cum. Why don’t you show me how to get properly fucked? Make this high-class pussy worth the money you spent on it.”

Yiren squealed in surprise when you picked her up off the bed and carried her toward the wall above the headboard. Her entire body pressed flatly against the white surface, her shackled limbs included. Even through the long session, her muscles were still limber enough to maintain the spread body dictated by her handcuffs. Then like a skilled taxidermist, you stuck your pin into your butterfly specimen, admiring all the hard work it had taken to fill her up and mount her for display. Her back climbed up the wall when your cock penetrated her and pinned her to the cold white surface.

“Let me show you how to get properly fucked,” you told her.

One thrust, she lets out a drawn out moan. Second thrust, she’s biting her bottom lip. Every subsequent thrust after that? She’s yelling through the strands of white viscous fluid dripping down her face that was trying to keep her lips shut: “Fuck me! Oh God, no one’s ever fucked me like this before! No one’s filled me like you!” For the first time, Yiren was feeling how to properly get fucked.

She was a disheveled mess as you kept pushing her into the wall. The cum coming out of her ass dripped down the wall while the cum on her face trickled down to her supple breasts that subtly bounced with each thrust. The walls violently shook to the point where even the room next door would’ve felt Yiren’s impending orgasm.

“You love the way I fuck you, don’t you, Yiren? Your wet pussy finally getting its money’s worth. What a deep fuckin’ value.”

She let out a seductive moan. “Oh God, this cunt is yours! Only yours!”

You launched harder. “Prove it to me, Yiren. Cum for me like you mean it, like it’s the first and last true orgasm you’ll ever feel. Because it is, no one’s going to make you cum like I do.”

“Fuck!” On cue, her cunt tightened around your driving cock. She sprayed out, her own cum now coating your cock and the wall beneath her, proving that no one had ever made her cum as hard as you.

“That’s right, Yiren. Lather my dick, I own your pussy.” You lost her for a moment in her own orgasm. Her eyes closed underneath the white on her face while she trembled against your body. It awoke your cock one last time as you felt the familiar sensation of your fluid shooting through your shaft, and with a couple more thrusts, you joined Yiren in her orgasm.

Yiren’s enjoyment in her own bliss was short-lived. She opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of your cream filling up her final frontier. There wasn’t anywhere left for your cock to explore. Unable to hold her up any longer after your third orgasm, you tossed her onto the bed and plopped down next to her.

For a moment, Yiren laid on the bed like a forbidden cinnamon roll, glazed with icing that dripped from every crack and crevice of her used body. Then with a simple flick of her wrists, she managed to break out of her handcuffs. She jumped out of the bed to reach into the drawer again, this time for the key that would release her from the useless steel bracelets. Cum still dripped everywhere out of Yiren as she found a hand towel in the drawer.

It was surprising to see all that power and energy come from Yiren’s lightweight frame, especially after such a grueling fuckfest. The girl was definitely special. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but damn, Yiren.”

“You act like these are police-grade handcuffs. I could’ve gotten out of these easily at any time if I wanted. They’re more for the first-timers to help them unleash their deepest desires without reservation. Last thing we need is a loss of business from someone who felt like they spent a fuck ton of money for a shit experience just because they didn’t tell us what they wanted.”

“Fair enough,” you replied.

Yiren looked at the timer on the wall that counted down the time left in the session. “Well, there’s a couple minutes left. If you end it now, you’ll still be charged for the full rate, so you might as well use it up. Anything else you wanna do?”

It was going to be hard to go for another round after dumping three different loads into Yiren’s various holes. There wasn’t enough time or bullets in the chamber to make that work.

“How about we just talk?” you suggested.

“It’s your money,” Yiren said as she started to wipe herself off and put her clothes back on.

“Hmm… Have you had any memorable clients? Any high-profile billionaires come in here? Bezos? Musk?”

“Well, a couple months ago, Yoojung from Weki Meki was one of my clients. The actual Yoojung, can you believe that? She probably could’ve met me out in the real world and I would’ve just given it to her for free. Anyway, someone like her coming in here? There were a lot of wandering eyes that night asking how much for a night with her. Obviously, it would have to be kept a secret since we don’t have contract rights from Fantagio. They refuse to partner with Idol Club.”

“Wait, you’re telling me Yoojung actually came in here and fucked a guy for money?”

“I’m not allowed to say due to client confidentiality. But, hypothetically speaking, there may have been seven to eight men that night who may have ponied up 10× our normal going rate just to possibly have a bukkake party with her.”

“Fuck, 10× the normal rate just to cum on her face while seven other guys stroke their cock and watch? Is she really worth that much?”

“We don’t get a lot of female clients, understandably, so you could imagine just how horny they all were when an idol like Yoojung walked into the club, and not as an employee. Clients are willing to pay more for that. And like I said, since Idol Club doesn’t have the contract rights for Yoojung, it’s a ‘risk’ upcharge to make sure she’s covered if Fantagio ever finds out. And if you ask me, if that did actually happen—and I’m not saying it did, because that would be a breach of contract—she’s definitely worth the money. She’ll fuck anyone and she’s really good at it. Hypothetically, of course. I’m not allowed to discuss how other clients spend their time and money here.”

Suddenly, the sound of a bell chime played twice over the in-ceiling speakers.

“Well, that’s the end of the session. I hate to do this but my employer has me ask a couple of questions, an exit survey, if you will. It’s kind of hardwired in me at this point, so here goes: on a scale of one to five, how satisfied were you with your Yiren experience?”

“Five.”

“Great! I trust we’ve earned your patronage as well for the foreseeable future?”

“Of course.”

“That’s good to hear! If you wanna get me again, just give the host my employee id number: Yiren, #2567.”

“Thank you so much, Yiren #25…”

“67,” she finished.

She walked towards the door that automatically opened when she was near enough. The door across the hallway happened to open at the same time; some other client’s session must have just finished up as well. Another Yiren android walked out of that room, greeting your Yiren when they both bumped into each other in the hallway.

“Hey, 2567,” you heard the other Yiren say.

“Hey, 0113. Five stars?” your Yiren asked. Yiren #0113 just gave her a knowing nod, careful not to give away her client’s satisfaction since the door was still open and he was still within earshot.

Yiren #0113 then mouthed, “ You?” It didn’t really matter that Yiren #2567 had her back faced toward you. You already knew her response without her even making an audible noise.

One of our best. Nothing but good reviews from her many, many clients. It wasn’t hard to understand why your personal host raved so much about her. She was a popular model at Idol Club, it seemed, and it was well-deserved, given her light weight and flexibility.

Together, the Yiren androids walked back to the main room of Idol Club to continue making passive income for the idol who had loaned out her likeness to them.

It was almost hard to believe that a small club possessed the unrivaled technology to produce life-like sex robots based on 3D scans of girl group idols. The sex you just had with an Yiren android felt as good as the real thing. You were uncertain when you first entered, but Idol Club made a loyal customer out of you.

You’d definitely be back for more.