E:U - FAN 4 - Shy Bookworm - Ass Grab

The Conductor gestured to the next fan, a soft-spoken young man who appeared almost swallowed up by his oversized sweater and baggy jeans. He fidgeted nervously with the brim of his glasses as he approached E:U, cheeks already flushed a deep crimson.

"E:U-sshi," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Jihoon. I've admired you from afar for so long."

E:U offered him a warm smile, reaching out to gently adjust the frames of his glasses as if putting him at ease. "It's lovely to meet you, Jihoon," she said softly.

Despite his bashful demeanor, there was an unmistakable hunger in Jihoon's eyes as he drank in the sight of E:U before him – the way her dress hugged every curve, the tantalizing glimpse of skin where the fabric rode up high on her thighs. His gaze lingered on her ass, and she could practically feel his lecherous thoughts.

Emboldened by the idol's gentle touch, Jihoon found himself moving closer, hands reaching out to grab E:U's hips with a surprising boldness. He squeezed the supple flesh of her ass, fingers digging in just shy of pain as he ground his hardening cock against her thigh.

"Jihoon, wait," E:U gasped, eyes widening at his sudden aggression. But instead of pulling away, she found herself arching into his touch, craving more friction on her sensitive skin.

Jihoon took that as an invitation, sliding one hand up to grope roughly at E:U's breast, thumb teasing the pebbled nipple through her dress. His other hand continued to knead and squeeze her ass, fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh as he humped against her eagerly.

E:U moaned, head falling back in blissful abandon at the dual stimulation. She could feel Jihoon's hot breath on her neck, his soft pants mingling with her own gasps of pleasure.

As the minute grew closer, Jihoon reluctantly released E:U's body, chest heaving with exertion as he stared at her with a mix of awe and lust. "E:U-sshi," he breathed, voice hoarse with desire. "You're even more incredible than I imagined."

E:U panted softly in response, her own arousal still burning bright despite the brief respite. She watched Jihoon stumble back, adjusting his straining erection through his pants as he made his way offstage.

As the studio audience erupted into applause and whistles, E:U felt a thrill run through her at the knowledge that she had reduced yet another fan to a state of **** need – and that there were still seven more eager participants waiting in line to worship her body. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever debauched delights lay ahead as "Train Wreck" continued its unrelenting **** on her senses and stamina.