episode_0099

#99

“…I sucked you off! So why…! *Cough*…!”

“I did mention that releasing you on the way back was part of the deal. Hehe……”

Baek Pansu grinned slyly as he loosened his belt.

“*Cough! Cough!* Ugh……!”

Eunchae kept coughing, covering her mouth.

The remnants of semen lingering in her throat wouldn’t go down properly.

“Khhuhu… Well, at least I got to taste Eunchae’s throat after so long, so personally, I’m satisfied.”

“Satisfied… huh….”

Wiping the semen from her lips, Eunchae felt a strange relief.

Ultimately, this man’s satisfaction was the only way to finalize the contract.

The mission had failed, but if she thought of this as part of the process for securing the deal…

“So. The erection’s gone, and now I’m hitting a bit of a post-nut clarity.”

“……Huh?”

Without thinking, Eunchae glanced down.

His half-hard cock, peeking out from his open pants, hung limp and lifeless.

“S-so… does that mean we’re signing the contract?”

“Hmm…”

Baek Pansu hesitated for a moment before shaking his head dismissively.

“After just one round of oral service, committing to such a major deal… It’s far too little hospitality, don’t you think? Hehe…… Do you even know how much luxury usually goes into sealing a contract this big? Expecting it just because of a quick suck in the car…”

“Urgh…! Th-then what do you want?! This isn’t my fault! Y-you’re the one who couldn’t stay hard!”

“Khhuhu… Isn’t that something Eunchae should take responsibly for too?”

“Ngh…….”

Eunchae instantly understood what he was implying.

She had to get him excited again, make him hard one more time… That was what he meant.

“Seriously… such a dirty bastard.”

“Hehe… Should you really be saying that to the man who’ll soon be sponsoring your ads?”

“Hon… Honestly, this isn’t even a proper ad! We’re idols… You just want us to expose ourselves…! Because of that… Because of that……!”

Eunchae remembered last Saturday.

The production office. Harin-unnie. The *persuasion*.

The manager had reassured her, saying it was fine because she was there too—but the implications were clear.

There had definitely been some dirty under-the-table deal.

And when Harin-unnie was left alone… It was obvious what she must have done.

“Khhuhu… And yet, here Miss Eunchae is, serving me by my side just to secure such a worthless ad. What does that make you? Hehe…”

“Sh-shut up…! I-I’m only doing this because I have no choice right now!”

For *SEPIA*’s sake.

She had to do whatever it took.

“I-I’m not… doing this because I *want* to…!”

“Hehe… Is that so?”

Baek Pansu glanced at her briefly before casually straightening his pants.

“……W-what are you doing?”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t doing this willingly? Hehe… I’m not a demon, after all. I don’t enjoy forcing someone who clearly doesn’t want it.”

*Lies.*

The memory of being forced in the studio, in the bathroom—when she had desperately resisted—flashed vividly in her mind.

“If you don’t want to be forced… then shall we call it here?”

He released the parking brake and even pressed the ignition button.

The car rumbled to life with a mechanical hum.

“W-wait! Then what about the contract?”

“Naturally, it’s canceled. You said yourself it wasn’t even a proper ad.”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant…”

“Just head inside now.”

He shifted the gear into reverse, preparing to back out.

If she let him leave now… everything she had just done would be meaningless.

And if she failed to secure this ad—

—Eunchae couldn’t even begin to imagine how *SEPIA* would sustain itself financially moving forward.

They hadn’t landed a single proper CF yet.

The closest thing they got were minor franchise modeling gigs or being shuffled around for corporate and local events.

The things idols were supposed to do—solo concerts, overseas tours, college festivals in the Seoul metropolitan area—*SEPIA* had experienced none of them.

Naturally, their value was low.

Many took advantage of their lack of popularity, slashing pay rates or exploiting them under the guise of “promotion” with meager wages.

Just two days ago, for appearing at a local event, they barely earned ₩2.5 million.

And after deducting vehicle rentals, costumes, makeup, and other expenses, there was practically nothing left.

For someone in her position—

—the temptation of earning ₩100 million for just *one* exposure—

—was far too much money to refuse.

“H-hold on.”

She grabbed his hand before he could shift fully.

“……Yes?”

“Just… wait. I-I never said I wouldn’t… do it.”

“……Oh?”

“I-I’ll do it. *We* will! ……No other group… would do something like this…!”

“Hehe…… Really? There seem to be plenty if you look.”

Baek Pansu showed her his phone screen.

A long list of contacts.

She didn’t know how, but several familiar girl group names stood out.

Their situations… weren’t much different from *SEPIA*’s.

“Eunchae. You should consider yourself lucky I’m even offering you this chance…… Hehe…… Do you really think opportunities like this come around often for other groups?”

“I… I know already…!”

“As a corporate executive, I know this well. Hehe… You must have heard how unpopular girl groups these days hustle for sponsors? To earn even ₩100 million, an entire group would have to line up for gangbangs with multiple sponsors…”

“Urgh……!”

She *had* heard those rumors.

She’d even agonized over whether she herself might have to resort to sponsorships soon.

“But for someone with such *opportunities*, you don’t seem very proactive, Eunchae. Hehe… Almost reluctant, even. So why sho—**Mmh…♡!**”

Before he could finish—

—Eunchae jerked forward, sealing his lips with hers.

“Nn… ♡… Mmm… ♡… *Schlrp*…”

Her tongue traced his lips delicately before pressing deeper—

—lavishing his mouth with devoted service.

“Hehe……”

Baek Pansu watched leisurely, grinning in amusement.

The gear shifted back into *P*.

“Nn… Open… Open your mouth… I’ll… put my tongue in…”

As Baek Pansu parted his lips obediently, her tongue immediately slipped inside.

“Mmh…♡! Nngh…♡! Mmmph…♡!”

She thrust her tongue in deep, stirring within his mouth tirelessly.

In the rearview mirror, her reflection was visible—

—her lips eagerly pressed against the middle-aged man’s, tongue rolling as she desperately sought to please him.

“Mmh… ♡… H-how’s… my… kissing…?”

“Hmm.”

“I-I’ll… let you taste more… so open wider…”

*Nngh…♡!*

Their lips locked again.

Her tongue delved back inside, diligently exploring his mouth.

At the same time, her hands crept toward his zipper—slowly pulling it down once more.

“Khuhu… You’ve gotten quite good at this after a few tries. Flawlessly multitasking—kissing while undoing my pants.”

“Tch…! Y-you guys… taught me this… I-I’m just… doing what I’m told…”

“Hmm? I don’t recall instructing you to *undo* anything.”

“Ugh…! I-I just want to get this over with! Hurry! S-spread your legs… It won’t… come out otherwise.”

*Schlrp…♡*

Her lips remained locked onto his as both hands worked between his thighs—

–unfastening his pants and sliding his underwear down until his cock reemerged.

*Snk…*

Her fingertips grazed up his length carefully.

“Kkh…!”

“Nn… ♡… It’s… bigger than before…”

Her fingers glided from base to tip repeatedly, teasing him with deliberate strokes.

The hardening flesh swelling further under her touch was unmistakable.

“Nn… With this… cock… you wanna… go inside me… right?”

“Khuh…?!

*Shlk.*

After one final stroke, Eunchae withdrew her hand—only to move it toward herself instead.

Then, one by one, she began undressing.

“Nn… D-don’t… stare so hard…! It’s embarrassing…!”

“Khuhu… Weren’t you the one stripping in front of me just now?”

“Nh…!”

“Should I turn on the lights?”

He pressed a button, and the car’s interior lights flickered on—

—instantly illuminating Eunchae’s bare chest as she removed her top.

“Ah… Wait! Someone outside might see…!”

“Hehehe… Don’t worry. There’s no one around. Hehe… Anyway, my… You really are prepared for this ad, aren’t you?”

“W-what…?”

“Your underwear. Hehe… It’s ours.”

Eunchae glanced down at her bra.

It was from *Venus—*their company’s line.

“N-no… This is just…!”

“Hmm? You wore it to score points, didn’t you?”

“Th-that’s not it…! It’s just… the only one that fits…”

As she spoke, she unconsciously shook her chest lightly.

Her sizable breasts swayed with the motion.

*Venus*’ bras were designed to support such generous proportions.

“Khuhu… I see. True enough. Our brand *does* carry a wide range of sizes. Hehe… Being a foreign company and all.”

“S-so… it makes sense… that *Venus*… should be advertised by… *SEPIA*.”

She was carefully pitching herself—desperately trying to sell *SEPIA* as the perfect models.

For someone who normally struggled with smooth talk, these words drained every ounce of effort she had.

“Kh… huuuhu! So *this* is your angle.”

“I-it’s true…! With bodies like ours… this lingerie…”

“How good those bodies really are… Well, we’ll see once you’re fully undressed.”

His fingers hooked onto her bra clasp—

—before swiftly unhooking it.

*Snap.* It sprang loose, fully exposing her breasts.