Lessons in K-pop
Copyright© 2026 by GemmaGemmaGemma
Chapter 2: Part 3/4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Part 3/4 - Thomas Parker returns to South Korea. His daughter, Anna, recently turned 18, and she's desperate to follow in her mother's footsteps and pursue a career in K-pop. Thomas is haunted by their mutual loss and eager to fester in his misery, but ghosts of his past and promises of a happier future await him in the country where he first fell in love.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Age Gap Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Rough Harem Interracial White Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Oral Sex Big Breasts Small Breasts
Song Xinyi actually left the building before I worked up the courage to go back inside. She and another staff member rushed out the front entrance and off into the distance without ever noticing my presence. I watched them climb into a company car on the main road and disappear from view. I’m not sure where she was going, but it cleared a path for me back to my phone.
I was back in the dance studio about five minutes later. After getting cleared through the security protocols and finding my way up to the right floor, I passed the forbidden kitchenette. My phone wasn’t even on the sofa. It was on the floor in the middle of the room, having presumably fallen out of my pocket when we were kissing. Fuck. My head actually hurt from the frustration, both physical and mental. I wanted the best for her so badly, but she hadn’t felt like this much of a lost cause for a long time.
I would hear her out one day. I could probably even understand how she ended up doing it. Grief makes us do crazy things, but she’s in a position of influence over that young woman’s life and this was a dark path she shouldn’t have let herself fall down.
I wasn’t alone for long, though my guest moved like a ghost. I got quite a scare when it turned out she was in the room with me.
“Jesus,” I said, in my mother tongue, before switching back to Korean. “I didn’t know you were there.”
Steph stood facing me, her back to the door that had been closed behind her. “English is my first language,” she said, talking in that very language. “I’m Australian.”
Well, she was definitely one of the two. There’s an unmistakable twang down under. “Right,” I said. I hadn’t planned to converse with her, and had little to say. An apology seemed fitting, at least. “I’m sorry about what you saw.”
“I’m sorry about what you saw,” she said. She walked deeper into the room, and made herself at home on the sofa.
“I’m very happy about that, believe me. I can go back to retirement now. Xinyi and you, that shouldn’t be a thing. I don’t want my daughter around it. I’m sorry if it delays your debut but it’s not my problem,” I said, venting in the wrong direction, before sighing. “Ignore me. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologise,” Steph said. “I know how it looks.”
“Very bad,” I confirmed.
“It was my idea, if it makes you feel any better,” she said. I turned away from her, but the mirror on the opposite side of the room meant there was little escape from her gaze.
“It doesn’t make me feel better. She’s your boss. It’s unacceptable.”
“She wasn’t my boss when it started.”
“And when did it start?”
“About 20 months ago,” Steph answered. I felt the dagger digging into my soul. That was around the time of Chae-min’s death, and there was no doubt that the trainee in front of me was stressing that timespan to make her point.
“I get it,” I said, before taking a breath and sitting down on the sofa. I ran my hands through my hair and then down my face. I needed to leave. I just needed space and a little bit of privacy to process my feelings, but it was hard to stop blabbering now that there was someone listening. “I’m going to forgive her. We’ve been through too much to not forgive her. I still don’t want to work with her, not anymore. If this ever comes out, it will be a nightmare for both of you. Think about the other girls in the group too. You’re putting their careers at risk. I’m not risking my reputation or my daughter’s dream on any of that.”
“She really needs you,” Steph said.
“Anna needs stability more than Xinyi needs me,” I said.
“I think we’re getting off on the wrong foot,” she said. That didn’t matter all that much. I wasn’t taking the job. She was never going to be my employee, or friend. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Steph, is it?” I asked.
“Stephanie is my English name. My Korean name is Mi-young,” she answered.
“What should I call you?”
“Mi-young will be my stage name. I’m getting used to hearing it more often, so maybe that.”
“Then it’s nice to meet you too, Mi-young,” I said, and for the first time, the trainee smiled.
She was quite cold otherwise. She sat still and calm, and showed little emotion. I was a wreck, but she was completely at ease with herself and the situation. She spoke in this matter of fact tone that suggested everything was going to be okay. I couldn’t quite get a grasp on her.
This may well have been a conversation she’d had before. I knew it had played a part in the resignation of the group’s previous creative director. Anna’s predecessor in the fifth spot in the group left for the same reason. It was nice enough of the two of them to just leave without causing a national incident. Mi-young must have been friends with the girl. Fuck knows how she managed to explain all of this to her. Nobody could blame her for leaving. This whole situation was just asking for trouble.
Mi-young was a pretty girl, with a heart shaped face and almond shaped eyes. Those eyes were hazel coloured too, which made them stand out even more. Hazel eyes were rare for her ethnicity, but notable to me because my wife had them too. She had a straight nose and full lips, and her long, black hair was styled in twin braids that sat in front of each shoulder. The girl had legs for days, and she was comfortably the tallest of the trainees that my daughter had met earlier in the day. She had been wearing joggers then, but she had changed into a short, pleated tennis skirt that accentuated those legs of hers, while her top half was covered by an oversized sweater.
K-pop was like a drug for a man with a thigh obsession. The industry had changed plenty over the years in how it presented its idols, but the one guarantee had always been short skirts, short dresses, short shorts and a nice pair of legs. If it was up to me, the stylists would be the highest paid people in the business.
“I was a big fan of Chae-min,” Mi-young said, though her brief flirtation with a smile was long gone. “Everyone was, obviously.”
“She was your favourite idol’s favourite idol,” I said, a term often designated to her. A lot of the younger debutants now would barely have been alive when she was active, but her legend status was long since assured. “When were you born?”
“April 2005,” Mi-young answered. “I’m 21 now.”
“They debuted a month before you were born. She was starting to feel old watching girls like you arrive on the scene.”
“I didn’t really know them when they were active, but my older siblings were big supporters so their music was always playing when we were growing up. My big brother had such a big crush on her,” Mi-young said.
I laughed. I had heard that story so many times. “Well, just make sure you carry the torch and make a positive impact on your fans. It’s tough, but it can be very rewarding,” I said.
“Xinyi talks about her every single day.”
It hurt, knowing that her pain was still lingering, but it didn’t excuse the decision to sleep with a trainee. I was never going to be able to stay angry with her, but a little space was required. “I’m not going to tell anyone about you two. I still think you both need to be smart and end it. I’ll be telling her the same thing.”
“There’s nothing to end,” she said.
“What does that mean? What’s going on between you two?” I asked.
“We’re not getting married or anything. It’s casual.”
“It’s easier to bring a stop to something that’s casual,” I said.
“Xinyi needs me, so we’ll keep doing it, if that’s okay with you,” Mi-young said, so firm in tone.
“It’s not okay with me. I’m not your boss though, so you can do what you want. I’m going to insist that she ends things because, with all due respect, she’s risking a lot more than you are right now. I hope she takes me up on that.”
“You don’t know how much she needs me,” Mi-young said, crossing her legs in my direction and turning inward towards me. “I was the only person who was there for her after the memorial. You promised you would stay, and you lied.”
“Excuse me,” I said, stunned. “What is happening here? I was giving you some courtesy and trying to help you. We’re not having a discussion here, and we’re certainly not going to be having an argument either. I don’t know you.”
“I know all about you,” she said, pointedly.
“What does that mean?”
“She told me everything about you and what happened back then, but that doesn’t interest me much right now. I know you left her in 2009 and I know you left her in 2024 after the funeral, when you promised you would stay.”
“You don’t know a fucking thing about this. Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Mi-young stood up, took a few steps away and then turned back to me. “You should be thanking me for taking care of her,” she said, fidgeting with the pleats of her skirt as she spoke. “You didn’t know how much she needed me. I’ve been looking after her for almost two years and making sure she felt loved.”
“Well, thank you,” I said, even if my tone didn’t sound all that grateful. “If you care about her, you know this can’t go on. End it now, for both of your sakes.”
“Are you going to replace me?” Mi-young asked. “She needs one of us. We can share, if you like.”
“Share?” I asked, perplexed by this young woman, her confidence and the position of influence she had in my ex-lover’s life. Xinyi should never have let it come to this.
“She told me all about you, and the way you used to fuck her. I wasn’t jealous that she kissed you. I was jealous that she didn’t bring me along,” Mi-young said.
“You’re as crazy as she is,” I said.
Mi-young reached for the bottom of her short skirt, and lifted it up for me, revealing the rest of her long legs and a pair of black knickers. It was a memory so vivid, but with a new face and body attached. She knew every little detail of my relationship with our mutual lover. The little minx has seduced Xinyi, and she was trying to seduce me too. “Do you want to fuck me?” she said. I couldn’t look up at her, because meeting her eyes would damn me to an unjustifiable answer.
My dick had been purring since Xinyi unbuttoned her blouse and drowned me in her cleavage not long before, and the young woman in front of me knew it. I stared into the dark abyss of her underwear, and hesitated enough that she started to approach, with small and slow steps that meant she took an age to reach me. When she was within touching distance, she climbed into my lap, straddling me on the sofa. I felt her weight come down on my stiffening dick as her skirt fell back down to cover her modesty.
I didn’t have the guts to put my hands on her. I was shell-shocked, paralysed with fear, horny beyond belief and desperate for her to make me feel better about all of those things. I had never been so weak minded in my life. Mi-young started to grind into my crotch, her eyes searing holes into my own. “What the hell are you doing?” I said, a feeble resistance.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she repeated. She shuffled a little closer and sat back on my thighs, before moving my nervous hands to the sides of her legs. I stroked her soft skin nervously, the pads of my thumbs circling gently just below the hem of her skirt.
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