episode_0004

# 04

The first thing I heard was a gruff middle-aged man’s voice. Park Dong-chul, the PD.

“Alright, then shall we have Harin greet us again?”

“……Huh?”

“A greeting. Don’t tell me that earlier greeting was all you’ve got… Haah. Do I really have to teach you this too? Hey, Manager Jeon. You should’ve handled this kind of training yourself.”

“……What should I do?”

“Ahh~ well~. There’s no set rule. Then, shall we see your sense of judgment? Harin, do it your way. Let’s see how you greet me.”

“……A greeting. You mean words, right?”

“Yeah. A greeting. Obviously not just a ‘Hello~’ or something.”

“…….”

Harin’s voice paused for a moment.

I had a rough idea of what Park Dong-chul wanted.

This bastard was the type who expected others to fawn over him without even asking. And now, he was demanding the same from Harin.

Harin, being quick-witted, must’ve picked up on it by now.

*Swish.* Only the sound of something moving could be heard. It sounded like the rustle of Harin’s jeans brushing against something.

Maybe Harin was shifting her posture in some way.

“…PD-nim.”

“…Hoh.”

Park Dong-chul let out a shallow exclamation.

What exactly he was marveling at… I couldn’t tell.

Soon after, Harin’s trembling voice reached my ears.

“I’m… the leader of . Twenty-three-year-old Jin Harin…. Today… I’ll… give PD-nim… my… my first time.”

“And~ how am I supposed to know what ‘first time’ you’re talking about?”

“…M-my… first experience….”

“So~ what kind?”

“……Ugh.”

Harin’s words halted briefly before continuing.

“My first time… having… sex… with PD-nim.”

My pants started to hurt again.

“Heh heh heh… So you really are a virgin? I thought you were just saying that.”

“I really… am a virgin.”

“Hng… Well, we’ll find out soon enough.”

Just as Park Dong-chul said. Harin would prove her virginity with her own body… No, prove that she *had been* a virgin.

“Come sit here. Put that bag down. Let’s start once you relax.”

“…Okay.”

From the earpiece, rustling sounds continued for a while. I wondered if she had tossed the bag far away, but apparently not. Her voice still came through clearly.

Probably placed it nearby to easily grab a condom… I thought.

“How do you feel?”

“Huh?”

“About doing this with an old man like me. How does it feel?”

“That’s…”

“No, it’s fine. Be honest.”

Harin. Don’t be honest.

“I-I… l-like… it.”

“Was that honest? Really?”

“…Yes. Honestly… I l-like it.”

She must be acting. Harin was bad at hiding her acting. She was good at everything else, but acting wasn’t her strong suit.

I couldn’t tell just by sound whether she was acting or not… But this time, it definitely seemed like acting.

Right…?

“You know what? I like honest kids. It’s not like you can escape anyway—so why make it harder than it needs to be? Right?”

“…Th-that’s… right.”

*Swish, swish.*

Something brushed against something else.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but it sounded similar to when Park Dong-chul and Harin had sat together earlier.

“…Ngh.”

“Damn, they’re big.”

What’s big?

“Wow~. These are something else. You’ve been hiding these? has *this*?”

“…Don’t… touch….”

“Hm? What?”

“N-no… nothing.”

“What’s your cup size? Huh? No, don’t tell me. Let me guess.”

“…Huh? Ngh…!”

The sound of fabric rustling grew louder.

“Whoa~. At this size, there’s probably no idol in Korea who can compare, huh? E? No, maybe F?”

“……Ugh. Hah…”

“How about it? Am I right? It’s F, isn’t it?”

“…Ngh. Y-yeah….”

Harin. So it’s F…

I never knew.

Even after six years together, I hadn’t known. I’d made guesses in my head… but I’d never heard a straight answer from Harin.

“Wow~. Since I got it right, don’t I get a prize?”

“Hah… Wh-what…?”

“I guessed correctly. No reward?”

“Wh-what… kind…?”

“Tch. That’s for *you* to decide. Of course, it should be related to the question.”

“…Ugh……. Hah.”

“Alright, let’s see what kind of prize you’ll give me.”

“……Just… a moment.”

The rustling stopped.

I could hear faint footsteps, too. Harin must’ve stood up.

“I’ll… give you… your prize.”

*Ssswwish. Swish. Shhk. Swish.*

Amid the noise, only the sound of fabric rustling continued.

“Ooh~!”

“……Your… prize.”

“Matching set, huh? This is white too.”

“…Yes.”

“Hold still.”

“Huh? …Ngh!”

*Click.*

Something came undone.

“How’s that? Pretty good, huh? Undoing it with one hand.”

“……Yes. But this is….”

“Since I did well. You owe me a prize, right?”

“……Ah.”

Another swishing sound followed.

“……Your… prize….”

“Move your hand.”

“Hah. O-okay….”

*Ssshhhk.*

The sound of skin brushing against something.

“Geez~. Amazing. Just amazing. Huh? This is a treasure.”

“Th-thank… you.”

Ah. Ahh.

“The shape is one thing, but the color’s perfect. Kids these days are all tanned—you don’t see this shade at your age often. It’s the same color as Harin’s lips~.”

“Th-thank you… for the… compliment….”

Harin was showing them. Her breasts… the ones she’d never revealed to anyone. Now, a forty-six-year-old man was appraising her nipple color.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

Fuck……!

My pants hurt.

I undid my belt and pulled them down. It felt a little better.

But the pain didn’t go away.

“Hmm~. Now, next…”

“……?”

“You said you’ve never had your first kiss either, right?”

“…Yes.”

“Then you must want to try it, huh?”

“Th-that’s… not really….”

“No~. You *must* want to. Right?”

“Ah…….”

Park Dong-chul’s intention was simple.

He wanted Harin to say what *he* wanted to hear.

“Weird~. If it’s your first time, you should *want* to try it~.”

“I-I… I do… but, um, someone… else….”

“Hm?”

Someone else?

Someone else… who? Don’t tell me, with someone else…

“N-no… never mind.”

“You want to?”

“……Yes.”

“Louder.”

“I… want to… kiss you.”

“With who?”

“Th-that…… Ugh. That’s….”

Fuck.

He *had* to force it out of her…

“…With who?”

“P-PD… nim.”

“Conclusion?”

“I… want to… kiss… PD-nim.”

My hand clenched tightly.

Carefully, I gripped my cock.

Harin’s lips flashed in my mind.

Small. Soft. Glowing pink.

The way they moved when she sang. The way they pressed against a water bottle when she drank. The way they came close when she spoke to me.

Every memory of those lips surfaced.

“Oh~?”

“Y-yes.”

Ah. Fuck. No…

“But I don’t really feel like it?”

“……Huh?”

“The thirsty one should dig the well~. That’s how the world works.”

“Ah….”

You… fucking bastard. You goddamn fucking bastard…!

My hand moved. Faster.

*Thudthudthudthud.*

Only that sound filled my right ear.

“…So?”

“P-PD-nim… Hah. P-please… kiss me… Please… I’m begging…… you. Ngh…!”

“If you beg like that, I guess I have no choice.”

“…Hn, n-no…!”

*Sluurp.*

*Sluuurp. Slurp. Smack. Smack. Slurp. Schlick. Schlick. Ssshlurp…*

Ahh. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Harin’s. Harin’s lips.

Pressed against that vulgar, pot-bellied bastard’s mouth.

Greedily locking lips, tongues pushing in, saliva mixing.

*Schlick. Sluurp. Sllluuurrp. Schlick. Sslp. Smack. Ssmooch.*

“Nngh…! Mph…! Mmm…!”

The sounds continued for a long while before finally subsiding.

“Hah. Hah… How was it?”

“Hah…! Wh-what?”

“How was it? Your thoughts.”

A faint gritting of teeth could be heard.

There was no way Harin enjoyed it. If it were her, she’d probably want to bite her own tongue off.

“……Hah. …I-I… liked… it.”

Ah.

“Right?”

*Pat pat. Swish.*

The sound of Park Dong-chul groping Harin’s ass.

No way…

“Then, one more time?”

“……Yes.”

*Sluuurp. Schlick. Schlick. Smack. Ssmooch. Smack. Sslp.*

“Hngh. Hah… Hngg….”

*Ssmooch. Smack. Smack…*

No other sounds could be heard.

Just the wet exchange of saliva. The tangled sounds of tongues.

*Thudthudthudthud.*

My hand moved faster. It felt like I’d burst. Like I’d burst, but my insides were being torn apart.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

*Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.*

“Ngh… Mm… Mm….”

Harin’s voice had changed slightly.

Her tone was lower.

Earlier, it had sounded reluctant. But now, it was like…

“Mm… Mph. Mm….”

*Sluurp. Schlick. Sllluuurrp. Smack.*

Something. I couldn’t tell.

“Mm… Ah…… Hah….”

“Hah… Feels good?”

The sound of a held-back breath escaping.

*Swish.*

The sound of wiping her lips overlapped.

“Ugh. ……Yes.”

I wondered what Harin’s expression looked like.

Probably her usual aloof face. Maybe. If the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, it’d be perfect.

If not… If that wasn’t the case…

“Now then.”

“……?”

“You should take *that* off too.”

“Ah……!”

I didn’t know what he meant.

But Harin was already baring her chest. Her nipples exposed to the air, displayed for this old man.

The only thing left was her jeans.

“……Okay.”

*Clink…*

*Ssswwish. Ssshh. Sshht.*

The sound of fabric rustling returned.

But unlike before, it was the rough sound of denim.

“Ugh…!”

“Damn, these are tight. How do you even wear these?”

“I-it’s… fine….”

“Need some help?”

“N-no… I’m fine. I can… do it myself….”

“If someone offers help… you’re refusing?”

This bastard… Again.

“Ngh……. Okay… Help… me.”

“Ask properly.”

“P-please… take off… my pants.”

“Hah… What kind of idol can’t even take off her own pants?”

“S-sorry… I’m sorry….”

Grunts and the sound of fabric struggling continued.

“Whoa. Hold on. These are *really* tight.”

“Hah…! Ngh! Don’t touch… there…!”

“I have to grab here to pull them down. Stay still.”

“Ugh… Ngh! Please…!”

“Ooh~. Got it. Got it. Coming down~.”

*Ssswwwwish.*

The rustling gradually faded.

*Thud. Thud.*

Two footsteps.

She must’ve kicked her pants aside.

“Whew~. Worked up a sweat.”

“……Ngh.”

“I helped you out, and this is the thanks I get? Kids these days have no manners…”

“Th-thank… you….”

The sound of hair shifting.

Harin must’ve bowed her head.

Baring her chest. Wearing nothing but panties.

“That’s more like it.”

And today, Harin’s panties were…

White.

“Wow~. These!”

“Ah… Not there…!”

“You said they were white?”

……Were they not?

“Th-that’s…! It’s…!”

“No, they *are* white, but… some parts are a different shade, huh?”