KAMPFyre

Is this girl serious?

Could someone actually be this naive?

“So does it work?”

“Uh, I’ve heard it’s very effective,” you answer cautiously, still not entirely sure if she believes the theory. “It’s totally up to you if you want to do it, though.”

“I do!” she replies without hesitation, not taking even a second to think. “Please, if it’s good for my voice, then please do it.”

“Alright, follow me,” you say slowly while guiding her through the hallways of the stadium into a small office. “Take a seat.”

She hops onto the chair, sitting on her hands and swinging her feet back and forth. Hair tied up and baggy clothes, the combination is quite adorable. Seeing her like this gives you another idea – since you’ve already made it this far…

“It could get a bit messy,” you explain, leaning on the desk in front of her. “If you want to keep your clothes clean, I don’t mind if you strip.”

“Oh,” her legs stop swinging. “Do people usually do that?”

“It’s pretty normal, but it’s totally up to you,” you hold your hands up. “No pressure whatsoever, I’m just here to serve you.”

“Will anyone else be coming in here?” she glances around the room nervously. “And there aren’t any cameras right? I could get in a lot of trouble…”

“Whatever makes you more comfortable. Remember, I’m just here to help you out,” you add casually, trying to determine if she’s getting suspicious. “To answer your question though, no one else will be joining us and there are no cameras.”

She thinks about it for a second before shrugging and taking her sweater off. Before you know it, Winter is in front of you wearing just a lavender bra and matching underwear. She folds her clothes neatly, setting the pile on the desk, and takes a seat in front of you again with her hands in her lap.

For a second, you forget why you’re even here. Your eyes are slowly exploring Winter’s milky skin, in awe at the lack of imperfections. She almost doesn’t seem real, but she is. Not only is she real, she’s sitting right in front of you, looking up at you with that cute and expecting expression–

“What do I do now?”

“Right, yeah,” you stand up straight and give your head the tiniest of shakes. “Umm, have you done this before?”

“Nope! I’ve only seen some educational videos!”

“Educational videos?” your hands stop undoing your belt. “So this would be your first time?”

She nods, smiling brightly, uncannily excited about what’s to come. That innocence tugs at your moral compass – or rather, its lack thereof.

Then again, you’ve convinced yourself just as much as she’s convinced herself that this is a favor. If anything, it would be inconsiderate of you to back out now; that’s what you’re telling yourself, at least.

“Let’s just get started,” you take another step closer to her. “I’ll guide you if needed.”

“Okay,” Winter hesitates, her eyes bouncing back and forth between the bulge in your pants and your face. “What do I do?”

“First, you’re going to have to pull these down,” you tug at your waistband. “And then, just put it in your mouth.”

“Some of these girls are fucking gorgeous.”

“Seriously, the red haired one, please tell me you saw her,” you reminisce at the thought of her. “What were they called? Momoland?”

“She’s the only one I even remember from day one,” the first man comments. “I bet she gives great head, too.”

“What a fucking insane thought,” the second man laughs. “Aren’t these girls banned from seeing guys? I doubt any of them have any clue how to do any of that.”

“Really?” the first man gasps. “What a waste, I heard it makes you a better singer though.”

“What are you talking about,” it’s your turn to start laughing. “Alright, as much as I’d love to hear more of your insane thoughts, I really gotta get going.”

“No really! I swear it helps with singing,” the first man defends his case. “One load down the throat and these girls would sound so much better.”

The second man smacks him lightly on the head while the three of you laugh together.

“Alright it was nice meeting you guys,” you chuckle. “Maybe I’ll catch you guys again after the show, we’ll go grab some drinks.”

“Cheers buddy.”

Still smiling to yourself, you leave the two guys behind and take a couple of steps into the hallway when you hear a voice behind you.

“Excuse me.”

You turn around to see a girl, paler than a ghost and no taller than five-foot-five, sheepishly looking your way.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be back here, this area is for staff only.”

“I’m actually one of the performers,” she says shyly.

“Oh, sorry,” you apologize, taking note of the artist badge around her neck. “What can I help you with?”

“I don’t mean to intrude, but I overheard your conversation as I was heading back to our room.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Uh, how much did you hear?” you ask, hoping she missed that last part.

“Why do you look so worried?” she starts walking towards you. “I was just wondering if it was true.”

“Which part exactly?” you ask slowly.

“The thing about the voice, your friend said something about one load making you sing better?”

“Sorry?” you cough, not entirely sure if you heard her correctly.

“I don’t really know what it means,” she says a bit too casually. “What is a load?”

“Is this some sort of prank?” you ask while looking around. “Am I being tested?”

“No, this isn’t a prank,” she says earnestly while holding up her pass. “Here, look, my name is Winter. I’m part of a group called Aespa, we’re performing tonight.”