episode_0002
by admin
#02
“……”
It was just past 9 PM.
I drove Haring to the promised location in my own car.
Normally, we would have taken the tinted black van that the members used, but today, it wasn’t the van—it was my personal vehicle.
Because of that, Haring kept her face hidden in the car just in case, wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a hat pulled down low.
However, unlike her tightly concealed face, her outfit was the complete opposite.
Skinny jeans that clung tightly, accentuating the lines of her legs.
A small, thin T-shirt that similarly emphasized her figure.
Thanks to that, the bust size of Haring—who was famously glamorous—was fully on display.
The strap of her crossbody bag pressed into the valley of her chest, drawing an even clearer boundary and making her already-large breasts stand out even more.
I hadn’t instructed her to dress like this. I only told her to wear something comfortable.
Haring had interpreted that and showed up in these clothes.
Maybe she had chosen this outfit deliberately, knowing where we were going and what we were about to do today.
“……”
Haring stayed silent, staring out the window. She hadn’t said a single word since we left.
While driving, I glanced at her a few times, trying to start a conversation, but I didn’t know what to say.
Even though I’d known Haring for over six years, this was the first time we’d ever felt this awkward around each other.
Six years…
Had it really been that long already?
The first time I met Haring, she was a high school freshman.
Back then, I was just a rookie who had just started my job, and Haring was a second-year trainee.
When the team for was being formed, I was in charge of every little errand—preparations, setups, driving them around—for those girls.
Even though I was the lowest of the low in the company, she never failed to greet me loudly every time we met.
Even back then, Haring was already an idol close to perfection.
Her figure was already similar to how it is now, and sometimes I even think her face looked better back then. Her skills, though, have only improved since.
On top of that, whether back then or now, Haring was always the epitome of diligence.
She practiced so relentlessly that I was sure she would have succeeded in any field even if she hadn’t become an idol.
There were plenty of nights where I had to drive her home after she stayed late practicing.
One night, I asked if she was tired, and she responded:
“I think the manager who has to suffer through late nights because of me has it worse.”
That was what she said.
After debut, as ’s unnie and leader, she guided the other girls without a single complaint or even raising her voice.
She had such strong character. Regardless of age or occupation, she was someone truly admirable as a person.
But now…
“……”
Now…
She was on her way to be held by a man she had never met before.
All those dances she practiced until midnight, drenched in sweat.
Her body, meticulously maintained through hunger and discipline.
The makeup she woke up early to prepare.
Today, they would all belong to some middle-aged man.
And I…
Was bringing the girl I had spent six years watching over to be offered to that man.
“…Manager-nim.”
After driving for a while longer, Haring finally broke the silence.
“Huh?”
“Did… did you oppose this?”
I couldn’t give her a clear answer.
When the CEO first brought it up, I agonized over it for a long, long time.
But in the end… I couldn’t bring myself to say anything against it.
“…You didn’t.”
“…Sorry.”
“It’s fine. There’s nothing we can do.”
Because we’d spent those six years together.
We understood each other’s thoughts without having to say them out loud. We knew exactly what the situation was.
Haring understood better than anyone that this was the best option available. That’s why right now…
“…It’ll be my first time.”
“What?”
“My first time.”
The sheer unexpectedness of her words made me freeze for a second, nearly losing focus on the road.
I glanced at Haring, but she kept her gaze stubbornly fixed out the window.
This was the first time I’d ever had this kind of conversation with Haring.
Now that I thought about it, had never had a single scandal or rumor from debut until now.
The girls took good care of themselves, and we managed them thoroughly as well.
Even I, having helped raise these kids, never once looked at them with ulterior motives.
In terms of skinship, I always maintained as much distance as possible. Even when managing them at the dorm, I took great care to avoid giving the wrong impression.
And the result of all that caution… was a sudden virginity declaration from a 23-year-old idol in her prime.
“Does… does he know? That it’s my first time?”
“…Probably not.”
“…Is that so?”
I didn’t know why she was asking this.
The best I could guess was that she was nervous and grasping for reassurance.
I’d met the music center PD we were seeing today a few times before. Strictly speaking, those previous meetings were just to beg him to give our girls some screen time.
Every time, I got the same impression—his type was exactly what you’d expect.
The kind who never explicitly says what he wants, just expects people around him to figure it out on their own.
Would him knowing she’s a virgin make any difference?
I couldn’t predict it.
“Manager-nim.”
“Yeah?”
“Can we stop by a convenience store? Somewhere… not crowded.”
“A convenience store?”
“…I don’t have any condoms.”
Eek—!
I hit the brakes without thinking. Thankfully, there was no car behind us.
“Wha—? Why?”
“I never had a reason to carry them before.”
“No, that’s not— I mean…”
“I don’t know who the other person is, but… I doubt he’d be thoughtful enough to prepare something like that for me.”
Haring’s assumption was spot-on.
A guy like him… would probably hide any condoms he had and play dumb.
“…Got it.”
Eventually, I turned the wheel toward a nearby convenience store.
Parked the car in a corner of the lot where the streetlight didn’t reach.
“I’ll go get—”
“I’ll go.”
The instant the car stopped, Haring opened the door.
Stretched her long legs out onto the pavement.
“Wait, why? If someone sees—”
“It’s fine. My face is covered. And…”
Thud.
Before I could finish, Haring threw her crossbody bag onto the passenger seat and closed the door behind her.
I think she said something as she left.
Something like—
“I don’t want to make you do this for me.”
*
Haring didn’t come back from the convenience store for a while.
For a brief moment, I worried if we’d raised her too sheltered—what if she didn’t even know what condoms looked like?
And then it hit me: that innocent, hardworking girl was now out buying condoms herself—condoms that would soon be used by the man about to take her virginity.
The realization made my dick twitch in my pants.
Only now was it sinking in.
Haring was going to be with a man.
Our Haring was going to be alone in a hotel room with a middle-aged man.
Haring, the girl I’d spent years looking after.
Was going to have sex with some old guy.
“…Ugh.”
My cock was straining painfully against my pants before I even realized it.
Haring was still inside the store.
I desperately wanted to touch myself right then, but I had to hold back.
…Instead, I pulled something else out of my pocket.
A voice transmitter, the kind security teams and managers usually carry.
Carefully turning it on, I slipped it into a corner of Haring’s abandoned crossbody bag.
Then fitted an in-ear receiver into my left ear.
A rustling noise crackled in my ear as I tapped the bag.
Once Haring took this bag into the hotel room… every sound inside would be transmitted straight to me.
Just in case.
If anything bad happened to Haring, I needed to be ready to burst in at any moment.
That was the reasoning behind this.
“…Tch.”
But I also knew the truth.
I was going to hear everything—every sound Haring made while that man took her.
The battery lasted about 7-8 hours.
I was fully prepared to sit through every second of it.
Click.
The passenger door opened again as Haring slid back into her seat.
She moved with a slight wiggle, and for a split second, the curve of her jeans-clad ass flashed in front of my eyes.
For six years, I’d only ever looked.
But tonight, some man would get to touch it.
“Here.”
Haring held something out.
A canned coffee.
“So you don’t get tired driving.”
“…Yeah. Thanks.”
I took it and slotted it into the drink holder.
Glancing at the plastic bag, she seemed to have bought a few other things too.
Another coffee and a drink for herself.
What looked like medicine.
Some light snacks.
And… condoms.
Six. No—six boxes.
Three condoms per box.
Total of 18.
“…I didn’t know how many we’d need, so I just bought all they had.”
Haring stuffed all the condom boxes into her crossbody bag.
The crinkling of foil packets scraped against the microphone in my ear.
At that sound, my dick swelled even harder.
My grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“…Aren’t we… leaving?”
Haring, now buckled in, finally looked at me.
So now she meets my eyes.
Maybe she’d relaxed a little.
Just as I reached for the ignition, she spoke again.
“…Manager-nim.”
“Yeah?”
“…How long do I have?”
“Eleven.”
It was already a little past 9:30.
“…I.”
Haring’s hand twitched nervously. Fidgeting, clenching and unclenching.
Her other hand was still inside her crossbody bag. Rustling sounds reached my ear as she fussed with something inside.
“Um… we still… have time left, so… um…”
Maybe she wasn’t as relaxed as I thought.
Stumbling over her words like this—that wasn’t like Haring at all.
“Manager-nim…!”
“Let’s get going.”
I started the engine.
“It’ll take a while to get to the hotel.”
Glancing at the navigation, the ETA displayed 10:40.
“…Ah. …Okay.”
Haring bowed her head slightly before turning back to the window.
After that, neither of us said another word until we arrived.
The place where Haring would be held by a man for the first time.
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