episode_0006

#06

My hands were sticky.

Even though dirty semen was smeared everywhere, I couldn’t even bring myself to wipe it off.

I felt drained, and though I wanted to tear out the in-ear monitor from my ear—

Every time Harin’s voice reached me, I couldn’t take my hand off my cock.

*“PD-nim’s clothes… Let me take them off for you.”*

Once again, my cock began to throb painfully.

Harin’s voice grew louder.

Near where the crossbody bag was placed—probably moved beside the bed.

*“The belt first… Mmm…”*

*Clink. Clink. Swoosh.*

The sound of a belt unbuckling.

The sound of a zipper opening.

The sound of clothes sliding down.

*“Ah, the top. I’ll do it. The buttons first… Ugh…”*

She must have been talking about Park Dong-chul’s dress shirt.

Naked Harin, undoing the buttons one by one on a pot-bellied middle-aged man.

*“…Yes. Slowly. Mmm. A kiss… Hah… Chuu…”*

Another kiss.

I lost count of how many times they kept doing it.

The sound of fabric rustling would pause, only to be replaced by the sound of lips meeting.

*Chuup. Chup. Churp…*

*“Hahh… Yes. Wh-while unbuttoning… You can keep touching… Harin’s chest… I’ll take it all off soon.”*

*“…….”*

Park Dong-chul hadn’t spoken since earlier.

But I could imagine the expression he was making.

That ugly, smug grin, reveling in Harin’s pleading.

Looking down as Harin serviced him willingly.

Groping Harin’s precious body to his heart’s content.

Devouring Harin’s lips.

Like that, he was taking everything of Harin’s firsts—

*“I’ll take it off… Ah…! Hihh!”*

Suddenly, Harin’s startled voice rang out.

*“What? Never seen one before?”*

*“Ah, no… N-no. This is… my first time seeing… something like this…”*

What did she mean, *first time*?

No.

I could guess, but… I didn’t want to think about it. I *refused* to think about it.

*“First time even *looking* at one? Aren’t you playing too innocent?”*

*“N-no… Really. It’s really my first time. Something… like this.”*

*“Something like this? What’s ‘something like this’?”*

*“U-uh, you know…”*

*“Say it properly. What is it?”*

*“P-PD-nim’s… d-dick… sir.”*

Ah…

Harin was embarrassed.

The image of Harin, her face burning red, flashed in my mind.

I’d only seen her like that once before—when she gave me chocolate on Valentine’s Day.

Now, she was blushing while staring at a middle-aged man’s cock.

*“D-what? Didn’t catch that.”*

*“D-d-d-dick… s-sir…”*

*“Hey. Is this thing your friend?”*

*“…Huh?”*

*“I said, is my dick your friend? Use honorifics. Add ‘-nim’ to it.”*

…Park Dong-chul, you fucking psycho bastard.

*“Ah… Uhh… Y-yes. D-dick… *nim*…”*

*“Kukuku…”*

Park Dong-chul’s satisfied laughter echoed.

I knew he was insane, but to make her call his cock *‘nim’*…

*“Huhu… Good. So? First impressions? Say it out loud.”*

*“Uh… B-bigger than I thought… Thicker too… And the shape is kinda… Ah, s-sorry. The shape is pretty. No, I mean… h-handsome.”*

*“What about the smell?”*

*“Smell…? Ah, ugh…! Euhh…!”*

Harin’s voice, her nose plugged.

Don’t tell me this bastard—

Made her *smell* his dick…?

I racked my brain.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t recall hearing him wash up. He must’ve started this the moment he entered the room.

He was still in the same clothes he’d worn at the broadcast station… Meaning Park Dong-chul hadn’t washed all day and was now—

*“Uwek! Ugh……! Ughk…! Uweh…! S-sorry! *Sniff*…”*

*“Ooh~? Gagging? Your expression control’s slipping again, huh?”*

*“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s… my first time, so… I didn’t know this… s-scent… I’ll, I’ll smell it again…”*

*“I’ll let it slide this time. You’re an idol, right? Smile. Keep that pretty face on. You don’t make disgusted faces when some unwashed pig of a fan shows up at fan meets, do you? Expression control. Basic professionalism, no?”*

*“Yes. Yes. You’re right, PD-nim… I’ll, I’ll do it again. I’ll smell it again. PD-nim’s dick-nim’s… fragrance… Mmm. Euhh…”*

*Sniff. Snnff.*

The sound of her inhaling.

*Sniff. Sniff. Huff. Hhhuu…*

Even the sound of her taking deeper whiffs reached me.

*“Haa… Haa… *Sniff*. Ah… Hah… Such a… n-nice fragrance…”*

Her laugh was strained.

*“Yeah? Then take another whiff.”*

*“Huh? Ah, no. I—! *Sniff*…! Hhuu…”*

*Sniff. Snnff. Huff. Hhhuuu…*

Harin was smelling a middle-aged man’s unwashed dick all over again.

Who the hell could keep a straight face doing that?

But Harin had no choice.

*“Hh…! Hah! Hah…! S-such a lovely… fragrance… PD-nim’s… dick, ah, no. Dick-nim’s… scent… It’s… l-like smelling… flowers.”*

*“Tch… That’s the best description you’ve got?”*

*“I’m sorry. That’s… all I could think of…”*

*“So much to teach you. Fine. Next.”*

*“…Yes?”*

*“You’ve looked at it, smelled it—now kiss this thing.”*

It was obvious what Park Dong-chul was referring to when he said *‘this thing.’*

*“Ahh……. Yes…”*

Fuck…

*Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.*

My hand started moving again.

I looked down at my swollen cock.

*Tap. Tap.* With each stroke, the tip peeked out slightly from my grip before disappearing again.

Though my dick ached painfully from how hard it was, it was still small enough to be completely hidden in one hand.

That’s right.

My dick… was small.

Not even big enough to *lie* and call it average.

I had no idea how big Park Dong-chul’s was. No clues to gauge.

Harin said it was big… but it was her first time seeing an erect dick, so of course she’d say that.

…Right? It *had* to be that.

Please, just let it be bigger than mine. …If not—

*Gulp.* Harin’s voice returned, accompanied by a wet sound.

*“Ye-yes. ’s leader, Jin Harin… will now kiss… PD-nim Park Dong-chul’s… big… thick… veiny… dick-nim…”*

*“Keh, kekeke… How big is it, huh?”*

*“W-well… I don’t know exactly… but… it’s covering about half my face…”*

…Fuck.

Harin’s face flashed in my mind.

The shadow of a dick covering half of it.

To cover half her face… Even conservatively, it’d have to be three or four times the size of mine.

…Fuck. Fuck. *Fuck.*

*Tap. Tap. Tap.*

*“D-dick-nim…! I’ll now… kiss you. Ughh…….”*

*Smooch.*

A short, wet sound.

I could picture it—Harin’s small lips pressing against the unwashed tip of Park Dong-chul’s cock.

*“Use your tongue too.”*

*“Yes. Y-yes… Ughh…”*

*Schlup. Schlorp. Ehehehe… Tsk. Schluup…*

Different from before, the sound of her tongue at work.

Harin was eagerly kissing Park Dong-chul’s dick, tongue out.

Wrapping the tip with the end of her tongue.

Licking every inch of the glans.

Tasting the base.

Leaving kiss marks all along the shaft.

*“Hahh… Churrup… Haa. H-how… is it? Harin’s… kiss.”*

*“Not bad. 3 out of 10.”*

*“Ah… Haha… Th-thank you. I’ll… do better… Hahh… Chuu…”*

*Churrup. Schlup. Peck. Smooch. Smooooch.*

*Lick. Lick lick.*

The sounds of Harin’s lips and tongue showed no sign of stopping.

It went on until the wet, sticky noises of saliva grew unmistakable.

Harin was pouring her all into servicing a middle-aged man’s cock—one she’d just met today. Not mine. Not anyone else’s.

*“Starting to get impatient… Time to put it in your mouth.”*

*“Hahh… Peck. Y-yes…?”*

*“Suck it. Don’t play dumb just ‘cause you’re a virgin.”*

*“Ah, no… I’ll do my best…”*

So Harin knew everything, huh…

Aah—

The sound of her mouth opening wide.

*“Hhhhdick-nim… Harin’s mouf… take you in now…”*

*“Yeah. Watch the teeth… Ugh…!”*

*Uhh… Uhp. Uuuuu…*

Harin’s muffled nose sounds, her mouth stuffed full.

*“Uhp. Uhp. Uhh… *Sniff*…”*

I didn’t even want to imagine what was happening.

Harin was bobbing her head, a middle-aged man’s cock deep in her mouth.

I couldn’t even begin to picture the expression she was making.

*“Ah~. Your face. Huh? Expression control. We talked about this.”*

*“Uhh… Uhp! Hahhh… Heh… S-sorry……. Hehe…”*

Harin was smiling.

Smiling with a dick in her mouth.

The same smile she’d flash during shoots or fan meets—

Park Dong-chul was seeing it now, with his cock between her lips.

*“Heh. Use your tongue more. Inside your mouth. Hah.”*

*“Y-yes……. Hhuu… Lerlrlrl…”*

*“Hoh… Not bad…”*

*“Th-thank yuuu… Hahh. Uhp. Uhh.”*

Harin’s labored, pained breathing mixed with Park Dong-chul’s disgusting groans.

Inside Harin’s mouth, his dick and her tongue must’ve been mixing too.

Coating every inch of his cock with her spit, pressing her tongue against the glans, licking fervently.

Harin’s breath, in a way I’d never heard before.

Harin sucking a dick, in a way I’d never seen before.

*Tap tap tap tap…*

I wasn’t the protagonist. Just a spectator in a dark room, listening to the sounds as I jerked my hand.

*“Uhh. Uhp. Hhuuu…!”*

*“Hah. Hah… C’mon, let me cum once before we move on.”*

*“Hhuu. Uhp. Uhh. Uhh……?”*

*“Hold still for a sec.”*

*“Uhh!! Uhp…! Hhuu…!?”*

The sounds grew rougher.

Harin was screaming, but with her mouth stuffed full, not even her voice could escape properly.

*Creak creak.*

The bed’s creaking mixed in. The sound of Harin’s hair swishing too.

Don’t tell me he was grabbing her by the hair—

*“Hhuuu!! Uhp…!! Uuuuhh……!”*

Harin’s hair shook violently.

Park Dong-chul was holding her head. Shoving his dick deeper into her mouth.

Enjoying the inside of her mouth. Feeling her tongue. Making her smell him. Taste him. Listening to her struggle to breathe—

*“Heh. Hah… Here it comes. Swallow it all. Got it?”*

*“Hhuuu…! Hmm! *Sniff*……!”*

*Gluck. Gluck. Glllck…*

The movement stopped, replaced only by the faint sound of liquid.

*“Hhhuu… Hhuu… Heh…”*

Harin’s delayed gasps for air followed.

Even those breaths were mixed with wet, sticky sounds.

*“Uuuu… Uhh…”*

*Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.*

The sound of her swallowing wouldn’t stop.

Meaning the amount was so much she couldn’t take it all in one go.

*“Uhh…! Bweee… Hah… Hah…”*

*“Huu… Hah. Tch. You’re leaking.”*

*“S-sowwy……. I’ll… dwink it all.”*

*Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.*

*“There. That’s enough. Yeah. Hey, don’t wipe your lips.”*

*“…Huh?”*

It was obvious what was smeared on Harin’s lips.

Park Dong-chul’s cum.

On Harin’s small lips… white semen clung.

My own cum was spilled uselessly on the floor, drying up—

While Park Dong-chul’s had ravaged Harin’s mouth, gone down her throat, and now stained her face.

*“Huhu… Don’t wipe what’s on your lips. Leave it. Until the end. No—until you meet your manager.”*

*“Ah… I-I can’t do that…”*

*“Can’t? Need me to walk out for you to understand?”*

*“Ah, ah…! No. I won’t wipe it. I’ll leave it… on my lips… I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”*

Ah… Fuck.

When I see Harin tomorrow morning—

I’ll see her with an old man’s cum smeared on her lips.

Her usual prim face, now messily painted with semen…

Even as curses rose in my throat, my grip on my cock tightened. …Not that it made it any bigger.

*“Say it again.”*

*“……?”*

*“A taste review. Pretend you’re filming a commercial and give it a shot. This is all~ practice. Practice. What a great opportunity, right? You should be grateful.”*

*“…Ah, ah… Y-yes…”*

This psycho was making her do the weirdest shit.

*“Um… P-PD-nim’s… semen-nim. I drank it. The… texture was… unique. Like thin yogurt… And the taste was……”*

*Gulp.*

Harin swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth with an awkward laugh.

*“I-It was…! So delicious. I’ve never tasted anything like it… A f-flavor I’ll never forget… Thank you… PD-nim… for letting me experience this.”*

*“Kehehehe…! Not bad.”*

Park Dong-chul even clapped, satisfied.

*“……Ha, haha……”*

Harin’s bitter smile flashed in my mind.

I had no idea what she was thinking right now.

All I could do was hope she’d endure it.

*“Then… shall we begin? Hehe…”*

*“……Yes.”*

The sound of the two shifting positions reached me.

The rustling of bedsheets followed.

It was starting.

Harin was finally…

*“Um… PD-nim.”*

*“Hmm?”*

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the in-ear.

*Rustle rustle.*

This was… the sound of the crossbody bag.

Harin was taking something out of it.

I knew exactly what it was.

*“This… Please use it.”*

The condom Harin had bought earlier.

*“……No.”*