Dream Idol: Real-Time Synchronized Play - Hotarun: Kawarazuka Hotaru Edition - Part 1

「Mmm…」

A soft, sweet sensation teased my lips. As I closed my eyes, Hotarun’s breath grew hot, making my eardrums thrum.

Ah, again. Again, this girl is trying to drive me insane.

This was a closet room in a certain hotel. Today was the rehearsal day for an upcoming large-scale fashion show. But Hotarun—no, to be precise, "she," looking exactly like that national idol—was in my arms.

Secret rendezvous repeated many times. Sweet whispers exchanged countless times. All of it had just one purpose: to get "my very own Hotarun" into my hands.

She possessed the exact same body, memories, and heart as the real Hotarun. Originally, she was a mysterious mannequin I acquired from a shady shop in Akihabara. Was activating her merely by chance, or was it destiny? Now, I no longer know.

In any case, before I knew it, that mannequin had transformed into a living body, gained will, and most importantly—became a being utterly subservient to me.

(This was good… With this, I…)

Her lips parted slightly. My vision blurred, and I could just glimpse the ceiling. Was this a VIP exclusive closet room of some fashion brand, modified, perhaps? It was now completely a space for just the two of us. In a place normally absolutely off-limits, I was having a secret tryst with that adored idol.

Ah… it really feels like a dream.

「…Master…」

Hotarun called my name in a melting voice. Her breath was hot, sweetly scorching my neck.

「…What is it?」

「…Kiss me more…?」

At those words, my reason melted away.

Her eyes seemed a little more moist than usual. Her long eyelashes held a sweetly intoxicating light. Drawn in, I pressed my lips to hers once more.

Slowly, cautiously. I touched her gently, as if handling something fragile. That softness was a pleasure beyond compare.

「Mmm…」

Hotarun let out a sweet moan. That sound accelerated my heartbeat.

Before I knew it, I was passionately devouring her lips. Our saliva mingled, growing hotter.

「…ngh… Ah…」

Hotarun’s small hands wrapped around my back. Her fingertips gently traced my back over my pajamas.

「…Master…」

「…What is it?」

「…Hotarun… really… loves Master…」

Those words weren't mere lip service. In her eyes, there was undeniable affection.

「I… love Hotarun too…」

I replied, then kissed her even more deeply.

「Hotarun…」

I wrapped my arms around her back and whispered her name. She looked up at me, her expression sweetly melting.

「…Yes, Master…?」

Her voice was sweet like honey, melting away my reason.

「…Just a little, okay…?」

I said that, gently pulling her body closer. The dazzling idol costume she'd worn for today's rehearsal—a sacred outfit, lavishly adorned with ruffles and lace, truly emblematic of a "national idol"—made a faint rustling sound.

She said nothing, just smiled. Absolute trust and submission resided in her eyes.

「…Hotarun… will you turn around?」

She slowly slipped out of my arms and turned her back as instructed. Then, placing both hands on the wall, she said in a small, trembling voice,

「…Master's… to do as he likes…?」

The moment I heard those words, something burst inside me. An uncontrollable impulse surged through my entire body.

—I could touch the sacred sanctuary of that national idol, Hotarun…!

I slowly approached her and gently lifted the hem of her skirt.

「… ngh…」

I heard her take a small gasp. As always, there was nothing worn under her skirt. Her smooth, white thighs captivated my gaze.

I carefully placed my hand on her pussy, making sure not to be rough. It was moist and felt hot enough to be immediately sensitive.

「…Is that alright, Hotarun…?」

「…Yes… ♡」

I nodded slightly and slowly thrust my hips forward. Her pussy gently welcomed my cock.

「Ah… ♡」

Her sweet moan tickled my ears. As I slowly started to move my hips, I could feel her gently swaying in response.

I took a deep breath and plunged deeper. Her body trembled, and a sweet sigh escaped her.

「…Hah… hah… ♡ Master… more… ♡」

Responding to her words, I began to thrust my hips even more intensely. Her skirt swayed, and the frills danced. The sight was like a forbidden ritual.

「…Ah… ♡ I'm gonna cum… ♡」

The moment her moans reached their peak, something exploded inside me. Unable to hold back, I thrust deep into her with all my love.

「Blyuurgh…!!」

Hot liquid flowed deep inside her, making her womb tremble.

「…U-uuu… ♡」

Hotarun let out a sweet cry, shivering as if collapsing.

—Oh, what have I done. Once again, I had defiled the sacred sanctuary of a national idol.

The heat that exploded inside me poured deep into Hotarun's body. In reaction, my body also trembled spasmodically. Hotarun let out a sweet cry of "Ah… ngh… ♡" and, still with her hands on the wall, almost slid down to her knees. I hastily supported her hips and slowly guided her to a seated position.

In the closet room, dominated by the lingering heat and pleasure, Hotarun panted, struggling slightly. The sticky liquid of mine remaining deep within her wet pussy seemed to convey a gradual warming sensation. And then, as if she could no longer hold it in, clear fluid mingled with my semen, slowly oozing out from between her thighs. From her crotch, still adorned with the swaying frills of her idol costume, unable to hide it.

This was everything of the real Hotarun—I knew it. From the moment the mysterious mannequin, acquired from a shady garage in Akihabara, inexplicably activated, she appeared before me as a replica of the national idol, Hotarun. Her memories, personality, physical sensations—everything was exactly identical to the original. The only difference was the absolute obedience embedded within her for me. And, following that obedience, she had surrendered her body to me countless times before. Our secret encounters were too numerous to count.

She always called me "Master" and would do anything at my command. Kisses, caresses, penetration, cumming inside—everything was according to my orders. Her resistance was only the shame arising from pure physical reactions; there was never any refusal of will. The events in this closet room were a secret "just between the two of us" that would never see the light of day.

Hotarun, with her knees closed and turned inward, tightly clutched the hem of her idol costume skirt. Her small fingertips were white. Her flushed cheeks and misty eyes were indescribably adorable. Her expression was a mix of fleeting confusion and an overwhelming sense of happiness.

「Master… um…」

Hotarun looked at me reservedly, yet with a definite presence.

「…My belly still feels… hot… ♡」

Her breathy voice sweetly vibrated my eardrums.

「…And… well… my costume… might get dirty… ♡」

Embarrassed, she shifted her weight onto her inner thighs and subtly swayed her hips. It was as if she was desperately trying to hold back the leaking semen. I could clearly see the white frills turning faintly damp. That naughty sight further loosened the reins of my reason.

That national idol, after our intimacy, was showing such a bewildered expression and such a lewd figure. Moreover, deep within that expression, there was a definite joy at being filled by me. The way Hotarun adored me as usual, without a single doubt, saying, "Thanks to Master, it felt so good," was also adorable. Her innocent reaction the first time I defiled her was irresistible too.

But… somewhere, I thought.

That this utterly obedient, fledgling-like Hotarun alone wasn't enough.

What aspects could be sleeping in the depths of her emotions? I wanted to bewilder her more. I wanted to drag her deeper into an irresistible frenzy. I wanted to strip off her mask as a pure idol and see "different sides of her"—raw desires hidden beneath, or perhaps desperate rejection, or even frenzied ecstasy. I was finding that impulse increasingly difficult to suppress.

At the end of this gentle, yet absolute domination, what kind of "Hotarun" would I encounter? My heart was beginning to crave new stimulation.

I cupped Hotarun's face, as she sat before me, with both hands and looked straight into her moist eyes.

My gaze was a little different from the usual warmth of a "Master" adoring his subject; it held the fervent heat of a hunter before his prey.

And then, I spoke a command to her, deeply and clearly, different from the orders I usually used.

「Ah…」

It was an order that seemed to temporarily suspend the absolute obedience program embedded in her brain, awakening her original consciousness and ego as "Hotarun." Her body trembled faintly, and I could feel my words penetrating deep into her mind.

How much time had passed, I wonder? A crisp, hard sound echoed through the closet room.

At that instant, Hotarun’s consciousness cleared in a rush, as if released from a turbid stream.

「Huh…?」

The pure white mist in her mind began to lift. For a moment, she couldn’t comprehend where she was. Her vision took in a closet room set up in a hotel room for changing outfits. Today, there was a fashion show rehearsal in the morning, followed by several magazine interviews… Yes, she was supposed to come here to change. But why was she sitting on the floor?

「Eh…?」

Her thoughts remained muddled as she lowered her gaze. The first thing she saw was the skirt of her familiar idol costume, discarded. Its frills were soaked, dotted with thick, milky-white fluid. It was obvious that it was leaking from her crotch. And below that. She realized her lower body was completely bare, exposed and defenseless.

A panic-like urgency surged through her entire body. She was naked.

In a changing room, she was inexplicably sitting on the floor, completely naked. Moreover, there was a profound sense of physical exhaustion, as if waking from the depths of intense pleasure, and an unusual hot sensation lingering between her thighs.

And then, her gaze locked. From the shadow of the costume rack in the corner of the room, a man was staring intently at her. He looked familiar, but he was certainly not someone she would typically meet on stage or during an interview. He was one of her fervent fans, who often showed up at her live performances.

「H-huh?! Why…!!」

Shame and confusion assaulted her simultaneously, and Hotarun’s voice cracked. Reflexively, she tried to cover her crotch with both hands. But her body wouldn't obey. Her knees, still trembling from the afterglow of pleasure, wouldn't move properly. And through the gaps in her hands covering her lower body, warm liquid continued to ooze out. Her face burned hot, and her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst.

It was as if she were in a dream—a situation so detached from reality. She, a national idol, naked in such a place, exposed to a man's gaze. And that man, of all people, was one of her fans. Her thoughts completely paralyzed, Hotarun could only stiffen her body amidst the overwhelming shame and confusion.

「Hotarun, hello! I've really been looking forward to today's Budokan live concert!」

At my voice, Hotarun's body twitched. Her wide-open eyes found my face. Her expression still held confusion, unable to process the situation, and the deep imprint of shame. However, because I spoke to her without any emotion, just as usual, she couldn't fully descend into panic. Instead, it seemed her idol instincts, which told her she had to cope, had kicked in.

「H-hyai…! Uh, um…」

She finally managed to squeeze out an inarticulate sound. Her voice was trembling and high-pitched. She hunched over, desperately trying to cover her crotch. But in her seated position, her efforts were utterly futile.

「Good work with the rehearsal. How are you feeling? I’m really looking forward to today’s stage.」

Without a pause, I continued speaking like a normal fan. It was as if I didn't even dream that Hotarun was now naked before me.

Hotarun had lost her equilibrium, disoriented by the chasm between the reality before her and the reality my words suggested. The "fan" was talking directly about a "live concert" to her, who was naked and humiliatingly exposed right in front of him. "Why?" A flurry of questions raced through her head. Why was this person here, why was she in such a state, why was he talking as if he hadn't seen a thing?

This should have been a situation for screaming and escaping. However, her body, still reeling from the afterglow of pleasure and confusion, wouldn't move as she wished, and strangely, the options of "screaming" or "fleeing" didn't even cross her mind at that moment. All that remained was a vague sense of duty, compelling her as an idol to respond to the question before her.

「Ah… thank you…！」

Her body trembling, she somehow managed to speak. Her face was flushed crimson, and sweat trickled down her temples. The lower half of her frilled white idol costume was soaked with my semen and her own love fluids, dulling in color in various spots. The sticky discomfort, the lingering afterglow of pleasure dominating her entire body, and the crushing shame towards the fan before her all commingled, leaving Hotarun's consciousness barely functional.

「Um… my condition is…」

Her voice wavered. She could hardly say, "My body is tired and embarrassed because I just had sex with a man, a fan no less." Her brain frantically searched for words, trying to respond as an idol, but her thoughts were utterly disjointed in the vortex of confusion.

「Ah, yes… it's perfect… ♡」

The moment she uttered the word "perfect," she became aware of the hidden meaning behind it, and her body grew hot. She felt a continuous flow of warm liquid dripping from her crotch. Could this man really not understand anything? No, that couldn't be. Because she was naked right now…

「That's great! Hotarun's performance is always the best after all! Today's Budokan concert will surely become legendary!」

I gave a full-faced smile and a thumbs-up. My suspiciously "normal fan" demeanor cornered Hotarun even further. In her muddled state, a strange sense of unease flickered through Hotarun’s mind: "Wait… but… wasn't this… always… normal…?" Perhaps it was because her consciousness was detaching from reality due to the sheer abnormality of being naked in front of a fan, or perhaps it was the remnants of her memory as a replica Hotarun, surfacing as a distorted memory of "daily life."

「Oh, thank you… very much…」

Her voice trembled. Desperately trying to cover her crotch, she curled her body even smaller. Her bare crotch, wet and clinging, pulsed with a sticky heat. She was also beginning to notice a slightly viscous liquid, not her own, tracing down her skin with that heat.

「Budokan…」

That word evoked a scene from the deep fog of her consciousness. Yes, today was the rehearsal day for the Budokan live concert. This closet room was where she was supposed to change. That's why she was wearing this idol costume now. And in this place…

The Budokan. It was a holy stage, dreamed of by many idols. This fan before her was unconditionally praising and expecting her on that dream stage. Each of his words gently warmed Hotarun’s heart amidst her confusion. With each compliment, a strange sensation, as if the strength was draining from her body, little by little.

「Hotarun's singing and dancing always give us courage and hope! Please make today's Budokan a wonderful memory!」

「Y-yes…！」

My enthusiastic words shot up her spine like electricity. Her back straightened, then suddenly relaxed. Her body was hot. With the liquid still flowing from her crotch, her groin felt sticky. Her shame was still there. But with every sincere compliment he gave, that shame seemed to fade little by little. More than that, the rising heat welling up from inside her body was now about to dominate Hotarun completely.

It was hard to breathe. Inside her chest, something warm and very large felt like it was swelling up. So much so that it felt on the verge of bursting.

「Today's Hotarun is truly beautiful. This costume suits you very well. You'll surely shine brightest on the Budokan stage!」

「B-beautiful…？」

He said it. "Beautiful." Her, who was soggy with semen and love fluid, her idol costume soiled, exposing such an unseemly sight, he called her "beautiful." Even though she was so dirty. Even though she was so pathetic.

With those words, another hot sensation overflowed from her body. Hotarun herself didn't know what it was. Only the heat, as if scorching her from within, and the lump swelling in her chest to the point of explosion, felt impossibly blissful.

Now, she was no longer even bothering about being naked. His straightforward gaze felt rather pleasant. Even in this situation, even being so dirty, even being so ashamed.

(Why…? Why, so much…)

His words permeated to the core of her body and transformed into a sticky, sweet pleasure. She loved this person. That emotion, even before her mind could comprehend it, was about to gush out from every pore of Hotarun's body as bodily heat, as full-body tremors, and as inarticulate sighs. It was a little different from the feeling of an idol loving her fans. A more personal, deeper, irresistible impulse swirled within her chest…