Page 15 of K-Pop Double Life

“That’ll do,” Liam said, and he came over to stand beside the bed, posed like Adonis, as I took his dick in my mouth and put my hands on his meaty butt.

“Yeah, baby, you know how to use that mouth of yours,” he said. Then he pulled away. “Raise your legs for me.”

I did as he asked, and he lubed up his cock and his index finger and prepped me for invasion. I let out a long, deep breath and relaxed my sphincter as his middle finger probed inside me.

I looked up at his handsome face, the one I’d fallen for so many years before, and then he replaced his finger with his cock and I leaned back, breathing deeply and staring at the ceiling.

“Eyes on me,” he said. “Who’s your husband?”

“Liam McCullough. My own personal Adonis.”

“Don’t forget it,” he said, as he pushed into me, building up a rhythm.

“You’re jealous,” I said. “Of a bunch of twinks.”

“Just staking my claim. To my man.”

He grabbed my stiff cock with his hand, still greasy from the lube, and began jerking me. I always tried to hold out until he did, but usually didn’t make it, and that night was no exception. I whimpered, yelped, and spurted as he continued to plow me, until his whole body shuddered and he shot up my ass.

He slid into bed beside me, kissed me, then wrapped one arm possessively around me. We fell asleep that way.

Saturday May 23, 2026

When I woke, Hayam was snoozing on the floor beside me. Liam was already awake, sitting up naked with his reading glasses on. Something about a handsome naked man in glasses turns me on, but when I saw he was reading media reports about the fireworks malfunction the night before, my sexual interest wilted.

“What are people saying?” I asked.

“It’s mostly fan traffic, wanting to know the idols are safe. A couple of crazy ones suggest the explosion was connected to the movie.”

“My Lover from the North?” I asked.

He nodded. “Radical South Koreans don’t want anything that indicates a rapprochement with the North.” He smiled. “Though they use very different words.”

I yawned and stretched, then stood up, giving Liam a clear view of my bubble butt, and then went into the shower. He let Hayam out, and then went into the shower himself. I dressed and made us a quick breakfast. Then I packed up Hayam’s food and toys and carried everything to our neighbors Slava and Thierry, who would spoil her while we were gone.

“Another exciting adventure?” Thierry asked. He was a sixty-something Frenchman who we had introduced to our Russian client Slava a few years before.

“Something like that,” I said, as I put Hayam down. She scampered into the house as Thierry and I laughed.

Then I went back to my husband so we could be bodyguards again.

Liam loaded everything into our Jeep, and we joined the traffic out of the hills and down into the city. The Mediterranean sun glowed as we crested the hill overlooking the bay, and we arrived at the airport well before the Starhouse crew. As we were pulling into the long-term parking garage, my phone beeped with an incoming message from Jean-Luc Derain, our boss at the Agence. “Contract signed. You’re good to go. Be safe.”

I replied, “Always.”

We were waiting outside the private aviation terminal with our duffels when the Starhouse limousines rolled in from Cannes.

Eun-ji was the first one out. “Good to see you,” she said. “I feel better already.”

She took a deep breath. “The police spoke to all the members this morning,” she said as she led us toward the cars. “Jason sat in on the interviews, along with Grace, our translator. Everyone’s exhausted.”

She pulled a digital tablet from her messenger bag. “Starhouse has chartered a Boeing Business Jet through the end of the tour. It should be ready for us when we pass through customs in the private terminal. The idols don’t mix well in public airports.”

She handed the tablet to me. “Here’s the passenger manifest. Everyone scheduled to travel today. Technical and production staff travel separately on commercial flights.”

The machinery of fame spilled out of the row of limos and I checked them all against the roster. A second stylist to work with Sang-hoon, a makeup artist, and the wardrobe mistress. A translator and the two beefy guys from Starhouse security.

Liam leaned over my shoulder and grinned. “Guess we’re getting our band together and taking it on the road.”