episode_0015

# 15

*Slurp. Slurp. Slllurp…*

A kiss—no, something beyond a kiss.

The wet, messy sounds of entangled tongues clashing in a deep kiss showed no signs of stopping.

Sweaty. Fat. Dirty. Smelly middle-aged men were kissing Eun-chae, who looked like a radiant goddess.

As I watched the sight unfold—

I was rock-hard, impossibly erect.

Not that my pathetic size amounted to much, but… bit by bit… I kept twitching it shamelessly.

Watching them defile Eun-chae’s lips,

Watching them fill her mouth with their spit,

Watching their tongues twist together with hers—

*”Sllurrp…! Mmnh…! Hahhh… Haah…”*

The lips that had been tightly pressed against Burajang’s for so long finally parted.

Eun-chae gasped for air, her lungs desperate.

She wiped away the trails of saliva smeared around her mouth with her fingers before turning her head toward Baek Pan-su beside her.

*”Mmmn…”*

Eun-chae obediently closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips.

Like a girl waiting for her lover’s kiss.

*Since when…?*

*Since when had Eun-chae started turning her head toward them so naturally…?*

The Eun-chae who had been hurling insults just moments ago had melted away with the wet, squelching sounds.

*”……?”*

The constant kissing noises had suddenly stopped.

*”W-What…? You… You’re not doing it…?”*

Eun-chae, who had been waiting with her eyes shut, opened them again.

*”Keheheh…! My, my! Were you expecting another kiss…?!”*

*”Wh-What the hell…! N-No! That’s not it! I just—it’s weird that you stopped all of a sudden, okay?!”*

Eun-chae’s face flushed bright red.

*”Eheheh… By the way, you’ve been opening your mouth so obediently lately…”*

*”Th-That’s because—even if I clenched my teeth, you’d just pry them open with your tongues anyway…!”*

*”Keheheh! And yet, your tongue moves so naturally in response, doesn’t it?”*

*”N-No! That’s—that’s just…! I-I can’t help it if you keep twisting yours around…! It’s my… mouth… So I just… went limp…!”*

*”Eheheh! And yet you even closed your eyes so naturally while kissing… Eheheheh…”*

*”So what?! I-I did it because I didn’t wanna see your disgusting faces, okay?! You shoving your nasty mugs in is gross! So yeah, I just shut my eyes! So I wouldn’t have to look at those ugly faces!”*

*”Keheheh… Sure, sure. If you say so…”*

Eun-chae had shouted desperately… but the two men didn’t seem to believe a word of it.

Even to me, it sounded like nothing but an excuse to hide something.

Her words were sharp, angry as usual, but…

Something about the atmosphere was off.

*Was Eun-chae actually…?*

*No way.*

She couldn’t possibly be… enjoying something like this with these bastards.

A dark, unsettling thought coiled around my mind.

*Tap. Tap tap. Tap tap.*

*”So…? Are you done? With the… kissing. That’s it, right?”*

*”Eheheh… Don’t wanna kiss anymore? Should we stop here?”*

*”Y-Yeah? Whew. Let’s just… end it here then—”*

*”Kehehhh. Why don’t we… move on to the next step?”*

*”………Ugh. You… fucking bastards.”*

With Eun-chae’s short curse, the men grabbed her bra and began pulling it off.

It didn’t come off easily.

*”W-Wait! Don’t touch me…! I-I’ll take it off myself…! Stop pulling…!”*

*Ssstretch. Sliiide.*

Eun-chae pushed their hands away and removed her bra herself.

Brushing back her hair, she fully bared her chest to the men.

*”…H-Happy now…?”*

Even her hands, her last line of defense, were meekly pressed behind her back now.

*”Eheheheh… Much bigger than expected…”*

*”Oho… A 65E, I see.”*

Baek Pan-su adjusted his glasses as he stared shamelessly at Eun-chae’s breasts.

*”H-How do you even know that…?”*

*”Keheheh… Takes just one look. I’m a professional, after all.”*

*……Right. These guys worked at the lingerie company.*

The underwear experts appraised Eun-chae’s breasts like connoisseurs, their gazes boring into her flesh.

*”Ughk… Even in those photos before, Eun-chae’s shape was so pretty… You’d be perfect as our company’s model. Truly.”*

*”Keheheh! We didn’t choose you without reason, Eun-chae. After all, lingerie is only as beautiful as the body beneath it.”*

Their praise was disgusting.

The Eun-chae from before would’ve cursed them out instantly.

*”……Y-You praising me like that…! J-Just pisses me off…! Gross. Seriously.”*

The harshness of her words was the same as usual.

But her voice…

*……That tone—it sounds almost bashful.*

*”Koohoohoo… Why don’t we do something even nastier with this sexy little idol now…?”*

*”Wh-What else are you planning…? Ugh… Ahhh…?!”*

*Slurp. Sluuurp.*

*Squish. Squlch. Squelch.*

More wet sounds of spit and tongues, but mixed differently now.

Burajang and Baek Pan-su had buried their faces in either side of Eun-chae’s chest, their tongues audibly working against her nipples.

*”Mmmnn…! Mmph…! Hnn…! Mmmmph!”*

*Suck. Slurp. Lick. Twirl. Swirl.*

Like greedy infants, the two men mashed their faces into her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples relentlessly.

*”Nnnh…! Ahn…! Ahh! That… hurts…! D-Don’t bite…!”*

*”Eheheh. My apologies… Forgot it was your first time.”*

*”L-Look… No biting… Okay…? G-Got it…?”*

*”Keheheh. Understood. Though…”* *—his tongue circled her stiffened peak—* *“…they’re so hard already… A little nibble should be fine, no?”*

*”Uuungh… Y-You… don’t… have to say it…! J-Just—hnn…! B-Be gentle… if you’re gonna… bite…”*

Eun-chae had her eyes tightly shut, but her legs wouldn’t stay still.

She shifted her weight constantly, her feet shuffling awkwardly.

Her thighs even crossed and uncrossed restlessly.

Her hands, still behind her back, also kept fidgeting.

*Liiick. Sluuurp. Squeeelsh. Slllop.*

*Squooorp. Schmack. Suckle.*

A symphony of lewd, slurping noises echoed as saliva dripped from Eun-chae’s nipples.

*”Mmmnngh…! Mmmmph…!”*

Her lips pressed tightly together, Eun-chae only released muffled, helpless sounds from her nose.

As her sounds grew higher, the men’s voices grew even filthier.

*”Eheheh… Milkie… Milkie…!”*

*”Keheheh… Still not nursing yet, though…”*

They were begging a 22-year-old idol for *milk* like infants.

*Disgusting freaks.*

*Absolute degenerates…!*

Even I couldn’t stand listening from a distance—who knew how Eun-chae herself felt being subjected to this?

*”Uhhhh… You… perverts… Seriously.”*

The old Eun-chae would’ve cursed them out furiously—maybe even punched them.

But she endured—for *Sepia*, for the company.

*”Mmmph…! Nngh…! Nhhhaa…!”*

*Endure…?*

Eun-chae’s hands were resting atop the two men’s heads as they suckled her.

Disgusting, balding middle-aged heads.

From afar, I couldn’t see clearly, but Eun-chae’s fingers were moving slightly.

*……Wait.*

Was she… *petting* them?

Like… soothing a pair of nursing babies…?

*Eun-chae…?*

*No way. Right…?*

*”Ahhn…! I said… don’t bite… me…!”*

*”Eheheheh… My bad. But…”*

*Sluuurp. Squelch.*

*”Mmmnnghhh…!”*

Her voice got even worse.

*That tone—*

It was the same cutesy, idol-like voice she used on stage.

*Why was it slipping out now…?*

*”Pwahhh… Hahhh… Damn. Could suck on these all day. Koohoohoo…”*

*”Y-You’ve had enough…! L-Let go…!”*

*”Koohohoho… No way. There’s still plenty more of Eun-chae’s body to lick.”*

*”Wha…… Ahhn! Mmph…! W-Wait…!”*

Baek Pan-su’s head drifted downwards.

From her chest to her waist, then her navel, and then—

*”Let’s take off this annoying thing now.”*

*”Mmmph…! That’s* your *company’s product…! Mmmmn…!”*

*”Koohohoh… True, but… It’ll just get in the way from now on.”*

I couldn’t see what they were removing, but there was only thing left on Eun-chae now.

The skimpy, V-shaped panties she’d chosen herself.

*”Well then…”*

*Ssstreeeetch.*

The sound of fabric peeling away from skin lingered in the air.

It was happening.

Eun-chae’s most private spot—

was now fully exposed to these vile middle-aged men.

*”Keheheheh! KUHAAH! F-Finally…!”*

*”Eheheheh… Idol Eun-chae’s…!”*

*”Khhh…!”*

Eun-chae stood perfectly still, eyes tightly shut.

Her face was crimson, but… her hands remained clasped behind her back.

Even panties-less now, she made no effort to cover herself.

*”Keheheh… So this is Eun-chae’s pussy…!”*

*”Y-You…! Don’t just say it out loud…!”*

*”Eheheh… Embarrassed? *Pussy.* Eun-chae’s pussy.”*

*”Mmmngh…! S-Stop saying it…!”*

*”Koohoh… Eun-chae?”*

*”W-What…?!”*

*”Say, ‘*pussy*,’ okay?”*

*”……Hnngh! N-No way. You degenerate… Why would I…?”*

*”Oooohohoho… You’re so shy, so I’m helping you get used to it… You *will* do it, won’t you?”*

*”Ghh… You… filthy pigs…!”*

*”Just say it once. Koohohoh…”*

*”Ah……”*

Eun-chae lowered her head, staring at the floor.

Her mouth twitched, but no words came.

*”P… Puhhh… P-Puh…”*

Her voice was barely a whisper.

I only caught it by reading her lips.

*”Koohohoh… What was that? Couldn’t hear you…”*

*”Ohoohoh… Say it loud enough for Manager-nim to hear if he wakes up…”*

Burajang casually glanced in my direction.

I felt like our eyes might’ve met.

*Come to think of it, these bastards knew I wasn’t asleep.*

*”You’re… insane…! If M-Manager-nim hears…!”*

*”Koohohoh… He’s fast asleep—no need to worry. Just say it once…”*

*”Nnngh… Puh… P-Puuuhhh…”*

*”Louder.”*

*”Puh… P-Puh… Pussy…”*

*”Still can’t hear you.”*

Burajang slid a finger toward her inner thighs.

*”…What do we call this place?”*

His fingertip traced the slick slit between her legs.

*Squelch.*

Not the sound of flesh—but liquid spilling out.

*No way…*

*”Say it louder.”*

Another slow drag of his finger.

*Swipe.*

*”Nnnghhh!! P-PPUUUUSSSYYY…! EUN-CHAE’S… PUH-SSSYYYY!!!”*

*Splurtch.*

Eun-chae’s body shuddered violently as liquid gushed from between her thighs.