Extra R18 297. 19 Wild Dom Play: Slutty Idol And Her Bodyguard (3)

297. 19 Wild Dom Play: Slutty Idol And Her Bodyguard (3)

I walked down the corridor, my thoughts consumed by the task ahead. The role of a bodyguard who was in a forbidden relationship with their boss, an idol, was a tricky situation to navigate.

As I walked, my mind raced with various ideas on how to make this scene work. I could pretend to be angry at Foxy, accusing her of not taking her job seriously, and then suddenly switch gears and kiss her passionately, revealing our hidden love. Or, I could start the scene with a playful banter, making her feel comfortable, and then gradually escalate the situation until it became intimate.

But then, I remembered Pearl's advice that it would be easier if we entered the room together. A bodyguard should always be with their boss, and if I waited alone in my room, it would be out of character.

'Maybe I can make it look like she disappeared from her room and came back after I searched all over the place?' I thought. It was a bit lame and that meant we needed a complex script for it. Something akin to a question and answer.

Without stopping my steps, I thought again to get a better scene. Then something popped into my head. An excited smile on my lips bloomed. Then without wasting time, I went to the room.

I stepped into the room, the door closing behind me with a soft click. The first thing that caught my eye was the simple yet elegant design of the room. The walls were painted a pale gray, accented by dark wooden furniture and white bedding. The room was spacious with a large window that allowed a generous amount of natural light to stream in.

The interior was similar to that of a luxury hotel room, with a modern minimalist touch that exuded a sense of calm and tranquility. I took a few steps forward and glanced around the room. There was nothing much special except for some small bouquets of flowers on the table and a dozen 'congratulations' cards scattered around. I then noticed some cute dolls that were arranged neatly on a shelf. They were the type of items that fans usually give to idols as a token of appreciation.

“Well, this is close enough,” I muttered. There was no locker on the side of the door, but only a small table with a photo. It was a photo artist wearing a bodyguard outfit. I remembered this artist since the scene was from a famous drama and Celia often watched it on TV.

With a snap of my fingers, my robe was replaced with a sharp black suit, a name tag pinned to my chest. The fake walkie-talkie earphone was in my ear. My transformation was complete.

Then I used my telepathy to reach out to Foxy, urging her to come to the room.

‘Foxy, come to the room. I have an idea for the scene for us to play, I told her.

'Really?’ she asked in confusion.

‘Trust me, it's perfect for you. All you need to do is say you just finished with a private meeting with other female group idols and you lost track of time,’ I explained.

‘Okay,’ Foxy agreed.

‘Enter the room without knocking, and pretend not to know I'm here,’ I instructed her before I disconnected with her.

After that, I pressed my back against the wall behind the door, the door's blindspot. It was a simple yet effective plan to make Foxy believe she was alone. The room was silent, the only sound was the faint humming of the air conditioner. I waited, my eyes focused on the door, my ears attentive to any sound.

Soon, my ears perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. The sound gradually grew louder until it stopped right in front of the door. Then, with a soft creak and the door opened. Her expression was innocent and clueless as she looked around the room, seemingly taking in every detail.

I couldn't help but notice the idol clothing that covered her body. The outfit was cute and accentuated her slender frame. Her long tails trailed behind her as she walked, and her ears perked up on top of her head, adding to her adorable appearance.

The dress was a red color with frills on the hemline, and her sleeves were puffed at the shoulders, adding to the overall cuteness of her appearance. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, making her look both charming and innocent at the same time.

Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back, and she wore light makeup that emphasized her big, bright eyes. She looked like a true idol, and I couldn't help but admire her beauty.

Quickly, I sprang into action. Moving with lightning-fast reflexes, I grabbed her body and pinned her against the wall. Her surprise was evident on her face as she let out a yelp.

My body was pressed firmly against hers, our breaths mingling as we both tried to catch our breath. I could feel her soft skin beneath my fingertips as I held her in place.

“What took you so long? It's past your bedtime, Foxy," I growled, my voice low and threatening.

Foxy hung her head in shame, knowing that she had let him down. "Mas-- I'm sorry, Damian... I talked to the others and lost track of time," she said in regret, hoping that I would understand.

My expression remained hard, and Foxy could see the disappointment in my eyes. "Didn't I say to stick to your schedule?" I asked, my voice rising in frustration. "If you don't want to do it, I won't want to do your therapy anymore. You can figure out how you sleep without having sex with me." That was a brief description of the scene.

Foxy's eyes widened in shock and her mouth hung open slightly as she finally understood what I was asking of her. Her ears and tails drooped in submission as she struggled to find the right words to say.