episode_0014

# 14

“Ah, ah, hello☆ I’m Eun-chae from ☆ T, t, today… I’ll be working with… these two here… d, d, doing something… dirty…☆”

On either side of Eun-chae, Director Bura and Baek Pansu clapped like madmen.

“Keuheuk! Wonderful! Yes!”

“Euhuhuhu…. T-then, shall we take a commemorative photo right away?”

“C-c-commemorative photo……? Eek…!”

*Click. Click.*

The sound of shutters echoed immediately. They must have set it up to take photos from a distance.

“Keu… Miss Eun-chae. You gotta make a V-sign. A V.”

“Euhuhuh…. S-smile for the camera, okay?”

“Ah… Aha…☆”

And now, the photo captured the two middle-aged men in their underwear—and Eun-chae squeezed between them.

All three smiled, flashing peace signs with their fingers.

A photo damaging enough that, if leaked, it would instantly end Eun-chae’s idol career.

As her manager, this was inexcusable.

But my body wouldn’t move at all.

Even as Eun-chae let these men take what amounted to proof that she had slept with them…

The only thing moving was the hand gripping my cock.

*Tap. Tap. Tap.*

“Euhuhuhu…. That must’ve turned out great.”

“T-that photo…. Ugh…. It won’t get out, right? Promise?”

“Keuh. Well. That depends on how well you perform from now on, Miss Eun-chae.”

“……Ugh. Seriously….”

Eun-chae gritted her teeth again, grinding them down.

But no matter how furious she was, she knew there was nothing she could do.

She understood that better than anyone.

And so—

From earlier, the lewd hands of these two men, stroking her body like perverts—

Eun-chae didn’t refuse them.

“Euhuhuh! So soft… You’ve got such smooth skin. As expected of a 22-year-old…!”

“Keuhuhuhu…. Firm abs but plump hips… Juicy to the touch….”

With hands so filthy they’d make sweat ooze just from contact.

The same hands she’d never even shake under normal circumstances.

They savored every inch of her skin.

“Hng…. Huff…….”

Each time their filthy fingers trailed over her body, Eun-chae’s clenched lips let slip the faintest whimpers.

“Euhuhuhu…. I can’t wait to see what kind of fan service you’ll give us today, Miss Eun-chae….”

“F-fan service…?! Euhuh…! Y-you’re not… even my fans…….”

“Keuhuhu! Oh no, no. Miss Eun-chae. Believe it or not, we’re too, y’know?”

was the name of ’s fandom.

Hearing that, Eun-chae’s eyebrows twitched up sharply.

“Y-you… are fans? I-if you’re fans… I-I’ll do… something else. Anything else. Please…….”

“Euhuhuhu…. What exactly would that ‘something else’ be?”

“……L-like… a sign…ature.”

…….

Oh, Eun-chae…

At that, the two men exchanged glances and burst into raucous laughter.

“EUHUHUHUHUHUH!”

“KEUHUHUHUHUH! A-a signature?! KEUHUHUHUH!”

“W-what’s so funny?! D-do you know how many fans… fight just for my autograph?!”

“Uuhuu…. Did you seriously think we’d settle for just an autograph and leave? Really?”

Bura slid both hands inside Eun-chae’s bra.

“Haaah…! Ah! T-then…! What?! Huff…!”

Fingers groping, squeezing—her chest contorted under his grip with every forceful press.

“Huh…! N-not my… chest…!”

“Keuhuhu. Did you really think we’d just skip past this part…?”

“Ugh… Uuu……”

Only Eun-chae’s despair-filled moans filled the studio.

She wasn’t stupid.

She knew exactly what was happening.

Just as Baek Pansu said, she understood precisely what came next.

“…N-no way….”

“Euhuhuh…!”

A different, unsettling laugh this time. Too dark to see exactly what was happening.

“N-no, right?! Y-you’re not gonna… press your face against… mmmh?!”

“Uuhuhuhu… Eunchaeee…!”

“……Mmmph!”

*Smooch. Smack. Slurp. Schlick. Smack. Slurp.*

Eun-chae’s lips—

Disgusting, wet noises soon followed.

Her screams muffled behind sealed lips.

“…Puh! Haa…! N-no… My… first… kiss…! With filthy… pigs…!”

“Kuhuhuhuh~ One more guy left, y’know~?”

“…Huh? W-wait… Mmmph! Mmh! Hnnng……!”

*Schlick. Smack. Slurp. Smoooooch. Smack.*

Another vulgar, slimy noise.

Baek Pansu’s greasy face pressed flush against hers.

Tongues tangled, swapping spit until she nearly suffocated before finally pulling away.

“Haaah…! Huff…! Pfah…! Hah……!”

Eun-chae gasped violently for air.

“M-my first… first kiss…! Why… why did it have to be you…?!”

“Uuhuhuhu… That just makes it even better. Your first kiss was with me, right? A 53-year-old director. Uuhuhuh!”

“Fucking hate this… So gross… Don’t want…you……! Mmmph?!”

*Schlick. Slurp. Smack. Slurp.*

Their lips locked again.

Bura stood on his tiptoes, crushing her in his embrace as he slammed his lips against hers relentlessly.

*Smooch. Smack. Smack.*

“Mmm~. Euhuhu… Delicious. Your lips, Miss Eun-chae.”

“……Shut… up….”

“Your spit’s tasty too~.”

“…Ngh…! Stop… filthy…! Mmph!”

“Keuh. My turn now. Mmm~.”

*Schlllllick. Slurp. Smack.*

The obscene sound of tongues writhing echoed emptily through the studio.

Eun-chae, clad only in underwear, her figure goddess-like—

And Baek Pansu, a hairy, obese middle-aged man in his underwear—

Embracing like lovers as he wildly thrust his tongue into her mouth.

*Ehehehe… Schlick. Slurp. Smack.*

Ahhh.

Eun-chae.

She’s being defiled…

Pressed against those repulsive lips.

Held tightly as she surrenders her mouth.

My hand moves faster.

*Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.*

*Schlick! Slurp… Smack. Smack.*

“Mngh…! Huff…! Hah…! Hnngh…!”

One kiss ended, only for the next to begin.

Before she could even catch her breath, lips sealed hers again.

Trapped between the two men, passed back and forth—the kissing continued relentlessly.

*Schlick… Smack.*

“Phaah…! Hah… Hah…! Nngh…! W-wait…! Huff…!”

Eun-chae wiped the spit smeared around her lips.

But it only spread from her lips to her wrist.

The saliva glistened under the lights, stubbornly clinging.

“Keuhuhuh… How about it? Kissing us feels good, right?”

“Ngh. Watch your mouth… if you want this to continue…?”

“Euh… Uu……”

*Wipe.*

Eun-chae stayed silent after cleaning off the spit.

Of course she hated it.

But she had to act.

Play the role that satisfied these two—

“Ugh…! Fucking terrible! Disgusting…! You smell…! First kiss… ruined…! So nasty…!”

…That was the real Eun-chae.

No acting—just raw honesty.

And who could blame her?

Who’d enjoy kissing greasy, slobbery middle-aged men?

The “idol mode” façade had faded.

Because deep down, Eun-chae was more emotionally honest than anyone.

She never hid her feelings from me.

Anger. Frustration. Snappiness. Tears.

Unlike with fans, she was unfiltered with me.

In that sense, she was worse at acting than Harin.

But that honesty… was terrible right now.

“Euhuhuh?! If you really feel that way—”

“Keuhuhuhu… Guess we’ll have to teach you the joys of kissing properly….”

“Nngh… N-no… wait……! St-stop…! Mnph…! Ngh…!”

*Schlllllick. Slurp. Smack. Schluuuuurp.*

Even wetter sounds followed.

“Mmgh…! Ngh…! H-hang on……! Nnnmmph…!”

*Schluuurp. Slurp. Smack. Smoooooch.*

Tongues lashed wildly as the kissing grew even more ravenous.

Bura to Baek—

Baek back to Bura—

As if taunting her, asking if she still hated it.

They took turns devouring her lips.

Eun-chae could barely resist.

At most, she could tilt her head slightly.

Clench her lips tighter.

Gasp for momentary breaths—her only defiance.

*Rub. Rub.*

Their groping grew rougher the more they kissed.

Grabbing her ass mid-kiss.

Pulling her into tight embraces as if they were lovers.

Reaching into her bra to squeeze her breasts felt routine now.

By this point, her bra was already rolled up—exposing her bare chest under the lights.

Pale skin. Firm, perky flesh.

Even her stiff nipples stood fully exposed.

And during each kiss, the men pinched and flicked them.

“Hng…! Schlick. Smack. Slurp. Slurp….”

Again.

And again.

The room, once filled with just the sounds of spit, now echoed with something else.

*Schlick. Schhhlick. Smack. Smooooch.*

“Mmmngh… Hnngh……”

Before long—

The rough slurping softened into something smoother.

“Hngh…… Huff… Schluurp.”

Eun-chae’s breathing too… wasn’t the furious panting of resistance anymore.

This was… well—

“Hnnn… Haah…… Ah… Hngh….”

*Smooch. Smack. Schluurp. Slurp. Schluuurk.*

Closer to the sound of natural kissing.

“Hnnmph! Hah…… Haa….”

When her kiss with Bura ended—

Eun-chae naturally turned her head the other way.

No hands forced her.

She moved… on her own.

Eyes shut, silently accepting Baek’s lips.

“Hnngh…… Mnph… Haa… Hah…… Again……? ……Hnnnngh…!”

Back to Bura.

Now she turned effortlessly, like it was routine.

Why…?

Without realizing it, Eun-chae now gripped both men’s shoulders for support.

Leaning into them.

…No way.

Standing while constantly being reclaimed by kisses, she must just be struggling to keep balance.

There’s no way—

She’d willingly hold onto them.

While one kissed, the other toyed with her nipples.

The rough groping mellowed into focused tweaks and strokes—closer to tender caresses now.

And the result?

“Mmmm… Hngh…… Haa… Hah… Again? ……Hnnngh…!”

Shallow moans began blending into her ragged breaths.

The once-disgusting noise of spit was now interlaced with soft sighs and whimpers.

“Hnngh…… Nngh… ……Again? Hnn… Mnph.”

*Schluuurk. Slurp. Slurp……*

Briefly—

I caught a glimpse of Eun-chae’s expression, half-hidden behind the men’s faces.

“Hnnnngh……”

An expression I’d never seen before.