Arc-1 SS-04

 “…So that’s the rumored Mikuri-chan, huh…”

I mutter to myself, staring at the door she hurriedly slipped through. As the other members have been whispering, she really is a cute girl—one who could rival Rina-chan. But that’s not what I, Erika Wakizaka, noticed.

“…That was one intense gaze.”

I’d heard she has stamina issues, and sure enough, she wore herself out pretty quickly. While she was taking a break and watching me practice, it wasn’t my dancing she was focused on—it was something else entirely.

'She was staring at my chest.'

She’s a girl too, so she probably understands, but women are very sensitive to the feeling of someone’s gaze. As a gravure idol, I’ve gotten used to being looked at. I’ve become somewhat desensitized. If I let every glance get to me, it would be unbearable, so I naturally learned to brush it off.

'But the way she looked at me…'

It was like she was devouring me with her eyes. I even found myself putting a little extra energy into my dancing, making my chest bounce more than usual—just for her.

“As I thought, that girl…”

She’s probably—no, definitely—the same kind of person as me. A woman who prefers women over men. Because I’m one of those women too. It all began with a senior gravure idol I met during my very first shoot. Back then, Sistema Solaré wasn’t particularly popular yet, and the job was a group shoot with several gravure idols. I got to know one of the seniors, and we became close enough to hang out privately. It wasn’t long before something happened.

One day, while I was at her place—just the two of us—she suddenly made a move on me. At first, I thought she was joking, but halfway through I realized she was dead serious. I tried to resist, but it was no use. The pleasure I felt was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, and I fell into it completely. Looking back now, I think I always had this orientation. I became an idol because I wanted to get closer to a female idol I had adored. On the other hand, I honestly couldn’t care less about the male idols that other girls were squealing over.

'Well, that’s why I can tell.'

It’s not as if there haven’t been other members in Sistema Solare with similar preferences. But getting involved with someone in the same group could cause trouble if things went sour, so I kept my distance. Besides, that particular member wasn’t really my type. But Mikuri-chan is different.

“If it’s that girl…”

Honestly, she’s exactly my type. Her beauty is rare even in the entertainment world—translucent fair skin, long jet-black hair. I can only imagine how breathtaking she must be in her natural, unpolished state. Recently, the senior idol who was my first partner retired from the industry, and we’ve since lost contact. Because of that, I haven’t had anyone like that in my life lately, and the frustration has only been building.

Judging by the way she was staring at my chest, I’m fairly certain she’s aware of her own preferences too. With her level of beauty, even if her singing or dancing has flaws, she’s bound to debut as a sixth-generation member. If I, as a reliable senior, stay close to her, there’s a good chance we’ll become intimate. She’s the kind of stunning girl who could easily rank in the top nine of a popularity poll, and if that happens, we’ll end up spending even more time together.

Oh, this is starting to get exciting. Just imagining that adorable girl writhing beneath me, letting out sweet moans, sends a thrill deep inside me.

'Ngh… I must look so indecent right now…'

In the full-wall mirror of the practice room, I catch a glimpse of my own flushed face, melting into a lustful expression. It’s an utterly provocative look—one an idol should never let slip. Though, as a gravure idol, it’s probably a face that would be welcomed.