Angel's Fall Side Story - Jeon Boram's First Memories

Word count: 5699 Jeon Boram's First Memories Jeon Boram's PV: My name is Jeon Boram, born on March 22, 1986 in Seoul, South Korea, and I am currently studying at Myongji College. The weather is nice today. Since my failed digital single debut, I've had a rare opportunity to go shopping with eomeoni (???, eomeoni). While I was choosing clothes in the store, eomeoni seemed to run into someone she knew and started chatting with them. A moment later, after I finished choosing my clothes and was waiting to pay, I saw that the person she knew seemed to have finished their conversation and was saying goodbye to eomeoni. "Eomeoni, who was that?" "Ah, it's Mr. Lee Soo-man, the former president of SM Entertainment and now the artist director." "Wow, so it was him." I looked at the receding figure and sighed in regret, not having seen his face. "Eomeoni, how did you meet him?" "When I was young, he and you, Abeoji (???, Abeoji), both pursued me. If I hadn't married you, Abeoji, he would be you, Abeoji." "
Really?" I sighed inwardly at the fickleness of life, never imagining that this older man, whom I only saw in the background, would leave such a deep mark on my life. Several days later, I received a call from Eomeoni, saying that Mr. Li had received information that a group at CCM Entertainment had failed in their pre-debut preparations and was preparing to regroup. They were short of members and asked if I would like to give it a try. Feeling it was a rare opportunity, I gladly accepted. Many things happened afterward. Even now, I don't know if I should have taken this opportunity, after all, I had lost and gained so much. My classmate, Li Zhixian, and I joined this regrouped girl group, and the following days were filled with busy practice. The next time I saw him was when he came to visit Soyeon. I was struck by how Soyeon, having left SM Entertainment for so long, still received care from the former company president. Every time he came, he would treat the members of our dorm to food. Watching their close relationship during meals, I felt incredibly envious; they seemed like a loving father and daughter. Thinking about my relationship with Abeoji, I couldn't help but sigh. After my twentieth birthday ceremony, my parents divorced. I kept wondering if it was my fault. My parents, working in the entertainment industry, rarely saw each other, sometimes it was difficult to even meet. I loved being around him; it felt like being with Abeoji. I cherished every time I saw him, always dressing up beautifully before we met. In the days that followed, his relationship with the members grew closer. Whenever one of us was feeling down, he would find ways to cheer us up. He often took us out, and I was frequently taken to various places by him to have him take pictures of me. As we spent more and more time together, I slowly realized I was losing myself. I initially thought I was trying to find my lost fatherly love in him, but when I noticed the unusual nature of his relationship with Soyeon, I felt suspicion and jealousy. Jealousy, I was surprised to find myself feeling this way. I silently told myself I was overthinking it, not to dwell on it. But I still kept a close eye on things around him. When Eunjung and he became more intimate, I panicked and wanted to find out what was going on. Through subtle observations, I gradually became certain that he had that kind of relationship with Soyeon and Eunjung. I simply couldn't understand how they could share the same man, especially one so young enough to be their boyfriend. I wanted to ask them what was going on, but I was afraid of affecting the group, afraid of going back to trainee life, so I remained silent. Watching their relationship develop, Hyomin also noticed something was wrong. I thought Hyomin would expose it, and I worried about the group's future. But reality played a cruel joke on me. Hyomin had joined the small group of friends Soyeon and Eunjung, who usually hung out together. What was going on? And Hyomin's relationship with him had become ambiguous. Had Hyomin joined them too? I couldn't sit still any longer. I needed to know the answer, I absolutely had to know. Why were they doing this? Why were they trying to steal my man? The last thought that flashed through my mind startled me. It was then that I realized my feelings for him had already changed with each intimate encounter. Days passed in my anxiety until I saw Hyomin nestled in his arms, acting coquettishly, the two of them kissing frequently, like a couple cuddling on the dorm sofa. My heart ached terribly. I'd been in many relationships before, but nothing deep except kissing. I knew the feeling of being dead after a breakup. But this was more intense than ever before. That night, I buried myself under the covers and cried silently… The next day, I made a bold decision: I would win him back. Even if I couldn't, I would be like Soyeon, Eunjung, and Hyomin—I couldn't let him exclude me from them. I wanted to be his woman………………………I am a dividing line……………………My POV: I am a transmigrator, but I am not a lolicon. When I first met Jeon Boram, I had no intention of taking her as my woman, at least not at first. Jeon Boram looked so youthful, although I knew from the beginning that she was born in 1986, and at that time I didn't lack one or two women around me. However, as time went on, I sensed a change in her attitude towards me, perhaps without even realizing the love in her eyes. However, I didn't say anything because I couldn't bring myself to do it. It's strange, considering I've had relationships with quite a few female idols and actresses since transmigrating. Why did I have to run into someone I couldn't bring myself to do it with? I can only blame it all on Jeon Boram's eternally youthful face, even more so than Kim Tae-yeon's. I can have impure thoughts about a real loli like Park Ji-yeon, but I have absolutely no desire for a fake loli like Jeon Boram. ………………………I am a dividing line……………………On her day off, Jeon Boram asked him out, saying she hoped he would take her out to relax. That day, Jeon Boram and the man played from morning until noon, and then from noon until afternoon. He took many photos of Jeon Boram, looking at her sweet smile in the photos. Jeon Boram knew in her heart that her decision was right. She wanted to leave a mark on the man's heart. After dinner that evening, Jeon Boram asked the man to take her home. "Ajeossi, come in and sit down?" "Isn't it too late?" "Not late? Come in!" "Okay then." "Ajeossi, you sit down, I'll go change my clothes." The man sat on the sofa and realized that there seemed to be no one else in the house, only the girl and him. Time passed by, and after waiting for about ten minutes, the man became restless because the girl still hadn't appeared. "Ajeossi, am I pretty?" Jeon Boram in front of him was wearing a black transparent nightgown, with a very revealing pair of panties below her abdomen. The front had a small black triangle, and the rest was connected by a ribbon. "Pretty!" The man was surprised by Jeon Boram's loli-like face, but her figure was still fully developed. He watched Jeon Boram lean against the cabinet and strike various sexy poses. "Then..." "Boram, this isn't good. Your family will be back soon." "There won't be anyone else at home tonight. They won't be coming back." "Even if they're not coming back, this isn't good either. We..." "What's wrong with it?" "I'm a man, after all." "I know, the man I like..." The man looked at Jeon Boram and made it clear: "Boram, I'm friends with you, and I'm old enough to be your boyfriend." "No, I just like him." Jeon Boram leaned forward and pressed her finger against the man's lips, stopping him from continuing. "Why? Why can Soyeon, Eunjung, and Hyomin all do it? But I can't?"
"This?" "Don't do this? Do you want me to find another man?" A pang of reluctance crossed the man's heart; he realized he had already fallen for this girl. "No." "Then what are you waiting for? I'm already like this." The man embraced the girl's body, his hands roaming over her smooth skin, passionately kissing her face and lips. The two stood up, kissing intensely, and slowly moved towards the stairs. The man's hands slipped inside the girl's pajamas, groping her wantonly. "Gently... upstairs... to my... room..." "Okay." The man swept Jeon Bo-ram's petite body up in his arms, following her directions step by step up the stairs, finally disappearing into Jeon Bo-ram's room. The two in the room soon rolled together naked. The man knelt on the bed, enjoying Jeon Bo-ram's attentive oral service. Jeon Bo-ram was older and more experienced, quite knowledgeable about matters between men and women, and had even watched adult films with her former girlfriends. Although she had seen passionate couples in movies, this was the first time she had ever seen a man's penis in real life. Under her small hands, the man's penis swelled and grew thick and long, and she seriously doubted whether she could accommodate such a massive thing. Jeon Boram carefully licked the man's glans, then licked along the shaft to the scrotum, circled the scrotum, and then licked back to the glans, finally taking it into her mouth and swallowing. The girl's mouth was so small; although she tried her best to fit it in, half of the shaft was still exposed. The man didn't consider himself a lolicon, but Jeon Boram's big, bright eyes, her childlike face, and her swallowing his penis with her small tongue occasionally brushing against it—the scene was too lewd. The man's penis became hard again and again; he finally understood why anyone would like a loli. Because this protective and conquering desire was too strong; he was about to ejaculate before he even began. The man calmed himself down, barely managing to regain his composure, and continued to enjoy Jeon Boram's oral sex. Jeon Boram held the bed tightly, using both her mouth and hands, and after half an hour, she still hadn't made him ejaculate. "Ajeossi, aren't you going to cum yet?" Jeon Boram held his penis in one hand and massaged her cheek with the other. "It's so sore here." "No, then it's my turn." The man carried Boram to the leather sofa beside the bed, spread her legs, and let her hug them herself. He lowered his head and kissed her glistening red lips. He licked his way down, his hands kneading her well-developed breasts. The pink nipples tempted him to bite them, slowly swallowing them. Jeon Boram, her breasts assaulted, trembled slightly, letting out moans of desire. "Ajeossi...be gentle...aaa...Ajeossi...don't...bite...gently," Jeon Boram pleaded. The man released her erect nipples, which he had been licking for so long, and continued to explore the girl's body's secrets. After kissing Jeon Boram's pubic hair, the man reached the girl's last secret place. He kneaded her aroused clitoris with his fingers, and his tongue licked her labia again and again. Jeon Boram, moved by passion, let out one soft moan after another. "Ahhh...aa...Ajeossi...uh...ohhh...uh...uh..."
Jeon Boram's poor stamina had left her limp on the sofa, letting the man's tongue lick her vulva and between her thighs. "No...I can't...anymore...a...Ajeossi..." Hearing the girl's soft moans, the man felt his tongue writhing rapidly inside Jeon Boram's body, knowing that the girl was about to reach her climax. But a bad premonition made the man get up and move to the side. As soon as he moved aside, he saw that Jeon Bo-ram's vulva was gushing out a large amount of fluid mixed with clear liquid. Jeon Bo-ram had orgasmed. The man thought to himself that this was the first time he had seen a woman react like this, marveling at how special Jeon Bo-ram's body was—her terrible stamina, her sensitive constitution, and her final orgasm. Looking at the fluids scattered on the sofa, it was clear that this place was no longer usable. The man carried the still-erect Jeon Bo-ram back to the bed, staring blankly at her legs, which weren't closed after her orgasm. Jeon Boram watched as the man carried her to the bed, remaining motionless for a long time. Suspecting he might think she wasn't a virgin, she hurriedly protested, "Ajeossi, do you doubt I'm a virgin?" "I'll prove it to you!" Jeon Boram spread her thighs in an M-shape, her hands parting her labia, her tongue slightly protruding. "Ajeossi, look!" Her tender labia, her tight slit, all symbolized Jeon Boram's virginity. "What? Ajeossi is just... I still remember that scene on the sofa earlier, you sprayed so much water!" Knowing her beloved man wasn't doubting her, Jeon Boram breathed a sigh of relief, but the comment about how much she sprayed water made her both embarrassed and angry. "Ajeossi, come on, I want to be your woman." "Oh, I'm coming. If it hurts a little, just bear with it." "Ah... I know." The man squeezed his large glans into Jeon Boram's labia. "Ah... it's swollen... uh... it's in."
Jeon Boram let out a soft moan. "Don't worry, I'll go slowly!" "It hurts..." During the insertion, the man slowly leaned down, holding her body tightly until his entire penis was inside Jeon Boram's vagina. The man kept kissing her face and lips to distract the girl. "Boram, does it hurt now?" "No... it doesn't hurt anymore... it's just... it's swollen a lot... Ajeossi... I was really scared just now." "That's good, let me move." Jeon Boram softly hummed in agreement, allowing the man to proceed further. As the man's thrusting speed increased, Jeon Boram hummed the most alluring ecstasy to him, "Ah...uh...um...uh...oh...oh..." Jeon Boram tightly wrapped her arms around the man's back, the fullness in her lower body and the friction from his flesh leaving bloody marks on his back with her fingers. The man, in pain, pressed down on Jeon Boram's slender body, one hand kneading her well-proportioned breasts, the other roaming over her sensitive waist, his lower body thrusting repeatedly between Jeon Boram's legs. "Aaaa...ajeossi...faster...faster...Boram...I want it," Jeon Boram moaned continuously, her voice rising and falling, her body flushed, breathing softly, her legs arching and slowly wrapping around the man's waist. "Ah...ahhh...uh...ahhhh..." Jeon Boram's legs trembled slightly. Under the prolonged, intense thrusting, her frame gradually weakened, her waist went limp, and her legs slid shakily from behind the man's waist, falling wide apart, allowing the man to do as he pleased. Within minutes, Jeon Boram reached orgasm, her vagina rapidly secreting copious amounts of fluid, which was drawn out with each relentless thrust, splashing onto the sheets and forming transparent white lotus blossoms. "Ajeossi, aren't you done yet? You've made my whole body ache," Jeon Boram pleaded weakly, hoping the man would finish quickly, because she felt that if he continued like this, she might die. "Almost...almost there," the man quickened the speed and intensity of his thrusts. "Uh...ah...ah...oh...ah..." Jeon Bo-ram's sensitive spot inside her honey pot was attacked, and as she groaned, she looked down and saw the man's magnificent member suddenly accelerate, becoming a blurry shadow between her legs. Her already exhausted body was once again brought to the brink of ecstasy by the man's thrusts, her moans and cries filled with lust. "Coming...coming." The man's penis thrust a few more times deep inside Jeon Bo-ram's honey pot, his lower body pressed against the entrance of her honey pot, motionless, as a torrent of hot semen gushed into the depths of Jeon Bo-ram's uterus. The exhausted two embraced each other and fell into a deep sleep on the pink bed in Jeon Bo-ram's boudoir, oblivious to the slippery sheets. ………………………I am a dividing line……………………Jeon Boram's POV: After that night, when he inserted that huge man's thing into my body, I knew that I had said goodbye to my girlhood and that I was now a woman. I often think that God arranged this unfortunate fate between us to compensate me for the unease I felt towards him as an omeonie. I wonder if all the members of the group will fall into his trap of tenderness one by one. I have never figured out whether what I want from him is romantic love or paternal love. However, I know that I don't want to leave that old man for a single moment outside of activities. Whether I am clear or not is no longer important to me. I still like it when he takes me out to play, and he takes pictures of me, which I then share on SNS with my followers or fans. Although, they never know that the photographer behind this is
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