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Mystery loved the way his hair covered his face, the mystery of it all.
His fans had no idea that the mystery was that he was a huge pervert.
The band members found out on their own, that wasn't anything you really admitted to others… plus, he liked getting caught. It was so fucking humiliating, getting caught with your cock in your hand.
And it turned him on so much he could barely stand it.
Jinu was the first to find out, he found Mystery red handed in a dressing room. They were on a variety show and the hosts made him change into the most embarrassing outfit he had ever seen and forced him to do aegyo for the camera.
By the time they were off camera, he was hard as a rock.
There was something about being embarrassed, doing something humiliating. Seeing something humiliating. It turned him on.
He went back to the dressing room, and the other guys turned as they changed their clothes. Which was convenient for Mystery, because if any of the others turned their heads even slightly they would see his cock straining his underwear.
That was part of the thrill though, that at any second he could be caught.
Like the pathetic pervert he is.
He reached down into his underwear and hissed softly at the contact. His cock was so hot and hard and he could just…
He pulled his hand out of his underwear quickly and blushed when Jinu was the first to turn, he didn't know how much he saw before he stopped. And that thought had him leaking.
They all slowly drifted out of the dressing room, leaving Mystery all alone. He looked up at the TV screen, and any chance of his hard on going away was blown out the window when he saw what was playing. Him, being embarrassing. He wanted to cringe watching it, it was so humiliating. He was hundreds of years old and a demon! He shouldn't have to do aegyo!
He needed to cum watching it.
Mystery kept his eyes on the screen as he pulled his cock back out of his underwear, immediately stroking it the second it was out.
He kept his mind focused on the way he felt when he was on that stage, the pure humiliation that bloomed deep in his chest down to his stomach as he stood in front of all those people in the studio, between the MCs, the rest of his group, the audience, all the people watching at home. They were seeing him be so degraded, how far he's fallen. He could kill them all so easily, and yet here he was being cutesy for them.
He remembered how sick it made him feel, how sick it still made him. He palmed his leaking tip, gathering up some more to make his hand slide faster, his eyes closed in pleasure for a moment as he thought about what they'd think, what they'd all think, if they knew. If they knew that being absolutely humiliated like that had him almost cumming in his pants right there on stage.
Mystery stroked his cock faster at the thought, letting out a breathy moan like he was in his own private quarters, like he couldn't be caught at any time. If he had cum in his pants on stage, on camera. In front of all those people. Just like a pathetic little slut.
"You were so close to cumming in your pants. Everyone would know you're a dirty little pervert," he thought, twisting his hand around his cock. "You fucking weirdo. You would've liked that, wouldn't you? Everyone seeing you blush and moan, not even touching yourself. Just one second you're fine, maybe fidgeting a little. Because you know from the second you got out on that stage you started getting hard, the idea of being seen humiliating enough for you to get things going," his mind pointed out.
"But once they made you start playing games, you knew it was over for you. The aegyo was what got you though, and you were worried you wouldn't even make it off the stage, but that made it hotter, right? Just imagine it, you're standing there making the cute faces, the poses. And the camera quickly pans down because your light colored jeans they just had to put you in were absolutely soaked in crotch because you are so fucking pathetic you came in your pants. Like a pathetic little fucking virgin."
The image was so clear in his mind, and he couldn't hold back. He heard the door open and the fear, the dread, the humiliation filled him as he opened his eyes, and he locked eyes with their leader.
The embarrassment of being caught with his cock in his hand, so desperate he couldn't even wait to get back to his own room…
His orgasm punched him in the stomach, and he flushed deeply as he came with a whimper. He held eye contact with Jinu as he shot ropes onto the floor of the dressing room, it just kept going and going and he didn't know if he was cumming for a long time or if the embarrassment was making the moment seem longer.
Either way, he knew this memory would play in his mind later when he was alone.
Mystery released his soft cock once he was done, standing naked and flaccid before Jinu with his heart racing.
Jinu looked him over slowly before looking to the quickly cooling puddle of cum on the carpet, sucking his teeth. "Fucking disgusting," he said, looking to Mystery again. "Get that cleaned up before you leave, can't let everyone know you couldn't even wait to fucking jerk off." His eyes trailed down to between Mystery's legs again, cocking an eyebrow in surprise when he saw the spent member twitch at his words. "Get that shit cleaned up. Then you can get dressed and head back. You might want to hurry up, I heard the stylists say they're about to come in here to get our clothes. Wouldn't want them to walk in on you naked, cleaning up your own cum would you?" he teased, his voice steady and certain. Perfect leader.
Mystery was semi hard as he got down on the floor, grabbing a towel from a chair. "And you better not get dressed until it's all clean. I'll ask you about it later. Don't forget, I have eyes everywhere," he said, flashing his yellow demon eyes before walking out of the room.
He felt so humiliated being forced to clean up his own mess, even if he wasn't a demon he was still an idol right? He thought with the popularity that meant that he didn't have to clean up after himself. But Jinu was punishing him. He sighed when he looked down his body and saw his cock bobbing between his legs, hard once again and leaking down onto the floor, leaving another little stain for him to have to clean.
Another stain that someone else later will see.
He groaned and reached down between his legs, looking at the door that of course Jinu left partially open that bastard, before he started to stroke himself again. He hissed softly at the friction, he was still sensitive from his recent orgasm, but he hoped that'd be enough to get him there quicker. Anyone could walk by and see him. See him on his knees with his cock in his hands, jerking off. Naked.
What kind of mystery would he have left after that?
Mystery forced himself to keep his eyes open, watching the door. Listening. He heard the voices of the stylists get closer, their footsteps getting louder. He squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming right then, stopping to listen if they were going to walk by.
But no, Jinu was right. He saw one of their hands reach to push the door open more and he rushed over to the broom closet, closing the door the best he could. It was so small he couldn't close it all the way, so he watched them as they started gathering up their clothes to take to be cleaned. He watched as one of the women stepped over his cum stain, and he started to touch himself lazily at the idea of her being so close to where he came. Where he had been close to cumming again just a moment before.
He continued to touch himself as they cleaned, and they finished gathering up the clothes and walked back out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
Of course they did, they didn't know that he was still in here. Or that he was so hard he could break the wall with his cock.
Or that they had left not only with his clothes from the show, but also with his clothes he was going to put on.
So now he was going to have to walk to the car completely naked.
He shot his cum across the room from the closet as he found his way to his second orgasm, groaning low in his throat and his eyes rolling back in his head. He wiped his hand on the towel and dropped it on the floor, stepping out into the room and looking at his new mess. Fuck that, he thought, his eyes rolling.
Mystery took a deep breath, and he stepped out into the hallway completely bare. Luckily, or not, it seemed to be empty. For now. He knew the door that led straight to the car was right there, he just had to get there. He walked normally, his hands flexing next to him as his cock swayed in the open. He was glad for his hair then, it hid his blush he knew he had.
He swallowed thickly as he pushed open the door and cleared the gap between the door and the car, and his heart raced when he tried the handle.
It was locked.
Oh, he was out in broad daylight. Naked. He kept pulling the handle and it still wouldn't open, and his cock tried to object but it couldn't help but start to perk up at his little predicament.
He tried the handle again and it finally gave way, and he climbed in and shut the door behind him, feeling a little more secure in the extremely tinted back seat.
He heard a chuckle from the seat next to him, and he looked over to see Jinu smirking.
"You were locking the door."
"And it made you hard. Fucking pervert."