Side Story Dite 3 (explicit)

I threw myself into work because when I wasn't rehearsing or focused on school, I couldn't get Valin's face out of my head—his voice, his lips… My feelings for him had completely eclipsed my crush on his brother, but… how do I even say that? He made me promise I was serious about Zai. If I backtrack now, he'll think I was lying again.

Which, I guess... I was. I just panicked when Valin asked and blurted out a yes. I feel so dumb.

"I'm so proud of how hard you've been working lately," my manager chirped. "Your dance instructor, vocal coach, even the producer—they're all singing your praises. You're going to be a star in no time! You already have a fansite—I'll send it to you later."

I barely heard her. My eyes were locked on my phone, waiting for Valin to text back. My fingers tingled with anticipation. When his name popped up, I immediately shushed my manager to read it.

What are you up to?Simple. Casual. I tried to respond just as smoothly.

Just finished recording. Want to hang out?

Two minutes later, he replied, and I must've annoyed my manager enough because she finally gave up talking and walked away.

Meet me at the library.

The library? Really?

Yeah, I'll be there soon! I replied.

It was only seven minutes away, but I didn't have a car. I had to take the bus and got there about thirty minutes later. As soon as I stepped inside, I spotted Valin—and my heart fluttered. That is, until I noticed the girl sitting next to him.

Blonde. High ponytail. Cat-eye glasses. She was grinning way too wide, leaning way too close, her whole body language screaming "I'm into you." Valin was staring down at a thick book, totally calm, but something in me snapped.

I walked up, my blood boiling, and said in the coldest tone I could muster:

"Bitch, move."

The girl blinked, then frowned, but stood up without protest. I slid into her seat.

"That was rude," Valin noted, casually turning a page. It was a botany textbook.

"I don't know what came over me," I muttered, voice softening again. He chuckled.

"I do. You got jealous."

I gasped. "No, I didn't!"

He frowned slightly, so I quickly amended, "…Okay. Maybe a little."

His expression shifted into a playful smirk. Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me.

"It's been a while," he murmured, lips brushing mine. "I'm happy to see you."

I clamped my jaw shut, accidentally biting my tongue and yelping in pain. He blinked.

"You okay?"

Before I could answer, he kissed me again—soft, reassuring. My heart thudded wildly. This... this felt like a date. I thought "library" would be boring, but now I was over the moon.

"I'm happy to see you too," I whispered, kissing him back.

After a while, he got up and brought the book to the checkout counter. The girl—Jess, apparently—was working there. She gave me the nastiest look, which I returned tenfold, sticking out my tongue while Valin wasn't looking.

"Bye, Jess. See you next time," he said with a smile.

She giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh yeah… see you soon, Valin."

What the hell was funny about that?

Once we were outside, I burst. "You know her?!"

He sighed, sliding the book into his backpack. "Yeah. I come to the library a couple times a week."

That didn't make me feel any better.

"She totally wants you, you know."

Valin turned to me, eyes sharp and intense. "What about you?"

He walked toward me, and the weight of his presence made me instinctively back up until I hit the wall. We were just a few feet from the entrance.

"I don't think how she feels is relevant right now," he said lowly.

I swallowed hard. "I... I want your brother."

His eyes narrowed. I turned my gaze away, squeezing my eyes shut.

Then I felt him move away.

"Whatever."

No. No, no, no. I was losing him.

I grabbed his sleeve, then pressed my hand over my face and forced myself to say the truth.

"I… I want you, Valin."

He paused. When I looked up, he was smiling.

"Clearly. Was that so hard to admit?"

I nodded quickly, my face burning. I thought I'd die from anxiety. He laughed gently and kissed me again—slow, warm, reassuring. Each kiss pulled me deeper, made me forget everything else.

"Where should we go next?" he asked once we broke apart.

"My apartment. There's this movie I wanted to stream with you."

It was true... but also, I wanted him to myself. Somewhere private.

"Hope it's a documentary," he teased. "And something long." The rom-com I had in mind was changed into a super drawn-out documentary about factory egg sorting.

I couldn't deny it—my ulterior motive was wanting more alone time with him… and maybe expressing myself in a more comfortable environment.

"It's a documentary, I hope… and something long..."The rom-com I originally had in mind was replaced with a super drawn-out documentary about factory egg sorting. We sat together on the couch, his arm draped over my shoulder. About ten minutes in, I started kissing his neck. When he turned toward me, I took off my shirt, hoping I wouldn't need to say much more.

His eyes dropped instantly to my chest… and stayed there for a while before he gave me a thumbs-up.

"What does that mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"Nice..." he mumbled. I was about to tell him off, but then he removed his jacket and shirt, and I was stunned into silence.

He pinned me to the couch by my wrists, kissing, sucking, and nibbling on my neck.

"Ahh! Mmngh… W-wait! You… can't leave marks," I protested, breathless.

He laughed softly."Oh… is that where we're drawing the line?"I pouted, too flustered to answer."Is it… your first time?"

"N-no," I admitted, feeling slightly ashamed.

"Good. It's better if your first time's with someone who cares about you..."

I stroked his crotch lightly with my leg and looked him straight in the eye."You care about me."

His gaze softened, his eyelids narrowing."That's true... I do..."

There were a few things I experienced for the first time that night—oral, attentive foreplay, and three new positions—as we had our way with each other on the couch, long past the end of the show. I'll never think of eggs the same way again.

Valin started by removing my panties, pushing up my skirt, and licking around my clit. It was so intense I tried to pull away, but he held my thighs in place and warned that if I moved, he'd stop—and we wouldn't go any further. I had no choice but to cover my mouth with both hands and do my best to stay still, panting and sweating from the effort. After making me climax, he hugged my legs together and moved his hips between them, still rubbing against my sensitive spot, stimulating me further before finally entering me.

I moaned out his name a few times. My mind was spinning, and I couldn't think of anything else to say. He didn't even put a condom on until two minutes later. I'd been too caught up to think about it.

"Don't worry… I won't leave any marks. And I won't hurt you," he promised, just before we picked up where we left off.

We didn't stop until late into the night. He carried me to bed, helped me into my pajamas, kissed my forehead… and turned to leave.

Instinctively, I grabbed his wrist."Don't go..." I begged.

I wasn't sure if he heard me—because I drifted off not long after—but I jolted awake later, afraid it had all been a dream. I looked around frantically.

Thankfully, Valin was still there, sitting in the corner of my room reading his book and drinking tea from my favorite mug.

"Oh, you're up… You only slept two hours," he said, setting the mug on my bedside table. He sat beside me and kissed my cheek."What's got you up so early?"

"I was worried… you'd be gone," I confessed, clinging to his shirt.

My honesty made him chuckle, and then he climbed into bed with me—for a fourth round.

I couldn't sleep after that. Even at work, I was wide-eyed and exhausted, but I couldn't stop thinking about what we'd done. Those memories were giving me way too much energy.

This means we're dating now, right?

He did say he couldn't date someone who was interested in his brother… but maybe he changed his mind? I know I initially just wanted more of his attention—seeing him with another girl had upset me. I thought if I slept with him, he'd cling to me. At most, I thought it would take fifteen minutes to make him mine.

But now… it feels like my plan backfired. I'm the one who's stuck on him. My thoughts are worse than before. I don't even know if this changed his opinion of me. And the lack of sleep is starting to interfere with my work.

After recording, I broke away from my manager and went to the dance room to rehearse for my concert. That's when Valin appeared in the doorway, carrying a laptop and smiling at me.

He didn't even have to say anything—just his presence was enough to throw me off balance. I lost my concentration and fell on my face. I could hear him laughing as he helped me up and checked me over for injuries.

"Be more careful," he scolded, but even his reprimands aroused me. Everything about him oozes sex right now—it's hard being near him.

"I'm sorry… I was just so happy to see you, it ruined my coordination."

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me gently… then came back for a deeper, steamier kiss.

"Why are you apologizing for that?" he asked.

"Um?!" I tried to think of a reply, but Valin devoured my thoughts, kissing me over and over.

"W-wait… we're in the studio," I warned. He had never tried anything here before, but after yesterday, I was afraid he might take things too far.

"Mmm… I've been thinking—we need a code word," he murmured, biting his lip as he pulled back.

"A code word for what?"

"For when you want sex."

My heart started racing so fast I could hear it in my ears.

"I have an idea..." he said, running his hand up my thigh and resting it just below my crotch. "How about popcorn? If you want me—right now—say 'popcorn.' If not, say 'no popcorn.' Does that work for you?"

I nodded quickly, tensing at his touch.

"So… what do you want?"

In the practice room?! He was really putting me on the spot.

"…Popcorn," I whispered.

At that, he got up, locked the door, turned off the lights, and returned to me. I shyly removed my leggings.

What am I doing...?

Valin sat down on the floor and pulled me into his lap, holding my hips as he thrust up into me. The room was soundproof, so I let my voice out freely. Earlier, I'd been too tired to focus on work—yet here I was, doing this when I should be training.

After just one climax, I was a trembling mess, and Valin hugged my waist to keep me close.

"…I brought you that energy drink you like—strawberry flavor."

Is he trying to rehydrate me so we can go again?! That will make it six times within 24 hours!

"Show me what you're working on." He said instead, helping me regain focus.

I clumsily stood and shuffled into the corner, trying to hide my face. I've already done more with him in a day than I did with my last boyfriend in a month.

It doesn't feel real… I just wanted a little more attention—but damn.

I went to the locker room to wash off. When I came back, he was sitting in the dark, working on his laptop. I pulled my leggings back on and turned on the lights, making him squint.

"Warn me before doing that next time."

"Sorry," I said, sheepishly.

He looked me up and down and smiled."I forgive you."

His tone made my knees wobble, but I was determined to show him my work. I played my demo from my phone and danced, singing live as best I could. Valin watched with deep concentration. It was unnerving.

"Come here. I'll give you a massage. It'll help restore your energy."

I worried he might use it as an excuse to start again, but he kept his word, massaging me gently until I felt limber and relaxed. After that, I danced again—and he gave mostly compliments, with a few thoughtful criticisms. I adjusted right away.

After restarting five times, he finally said:"You're amazing, Dite."

That praise hit me hard. My knees buckled and I had to sit, trying to hide it.

"Does that mean I finally didn't make any mistakes? Are you… proud of me right now?" I asked, chugging the drink he got me.

Keeping a calm exterior, he replied, "Yeah..."

Then he came and sat beside me, his eyes silently begging for another kiss—and I gave it without hesitation.

"By the way," he said, "I glanced at your schedule. Looks like you're going to be busy for a while… so I'll leave you alone after today."

"What? No!" I shouted. What was the point of sleeping with him if I'm not going to see him for almost a month?!

"But you'll be tired after school, training, and your concert… I'll see you when you're more free. Just call me."

"I don't care how tired I am—I still want to see you! Every day! I need to see you!"My desperation made him laugh.

"Fine… I'll see you every day."

The cringe hit me hard after that. I covered my face with both hands.

"But I'm pretty busy myself," he added, grabbing his laptop and heading out. "So you better be grateful."

We have to be dating now. He's giving me too much special attention for this to be casual. But just to be sure...

I'll ask him tomorrow—where I really stand.