episode_0017

#17

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“Heh heh heh… What was that? I can’t quite hear you~?”

Baek Pansu swiped a hand across his face, wiping away the juices clinging to it.

*Schluurp.* He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking off the slick wetness.

Eunchae flinched again as the sight registered in her mind.

“I-I’ve had enough! I-I did everything you told me to, didn’t I…?! You guys… got what you wanted, right? So… that’s it now, huh?! Y-yeah?!”

“Huh uhhh…? What are you suddenly going on about…?”

“I-I did everything you perverts wanted up till now, so that’s enough…! You damn freaks….”

“Keh heh? How strange. Miss Eunchae. *We* wanted those things…? Isn’t it the other way around?”

“Huhuhu. That’s right. If anything, weren’t *we* the ones granting *your* ‘wish’…?”

“Ugh… Fucking bastards… Y-you gave me those hints, didn’t you? Y-you made me say those things with my own mouth…! Th-that… th-that pussy this and… wish… that and…! Stuff *you* wanted…!”

“Kuhuh? Now now, anyone listening might think *we’re* the bad guys here… But we never actually *said* anything, did we?”

Baek Pansu subtly turned his head toward me.

I could feel his gaze meeting mine, so I quickly averted my eyes.

“…You *are* the bad guys, r-right…? I-I was just acting. It was all… an act…!”

“Huh uh…? An act, you say…?”

“Yeah…! You fucking morons…! Y-you kept dropping stupid hints, so I just… played along, okay…?! Did you really think I meant it…? *Hmph!*”

Eunchae scoffed at them under her breath.

That it had been an act… Well, there was *some* truth to that.

Eunchae always switched to third-person when she was in “*idol mode*”—acting like a perfect, scripted idol.

So around the middle, I’d vaguely started to realize it was all just performance.

I’d felt it, but still…

“Keh heh heh… So it was just an act, huh?”

“Y-yeah! I-I’ve done enough already! Aren’t you guys satisfied by now…? I mean, seriously, just… fucking stop already…….”

“Huhuhu… So even your ‘wish’ was just part of the act?”

“O-of course it was…! Duh?! Did you actually believe that?! God, you’re all such pathetic fucking losers….”

“But *we* weren’t the ones who came up with the details of your ‘wish,’ now were we…?”

“……Huh?”

Eunchae’s trembling body stiffened.

She *was* sharp, no doubt about that.

She could slip into “*idol mode*” acting at the drop of a hat.

She was more than capable of picking up on what these guys wanted and playing along with it.

The way her voice shifted into that cutesy “*idol voice*”… That was part of the act too.

But.

…Could someone *fake* gushing arousal from having their pussy touched?

“Keh heh heh… Of course, we *did* expect you’d willingly offer yourself to us~♡ But all those *specific* requests… Wasn’t that all *you*, Miss Eunchae…?”

“Th-that… That’s just…!”

“Huhuhu… Asking us to kiss your pussy, for example… That was *your* idea……!”

“…Shut the hell up! Just—shut up! Th-that was… that was just…!”

“Kuhuh. Could it be… you actually *wanted* those things yourself…?”

“N-no…! Absolutely fucking not, you sick freaks! D-don’t even think like that! It’s just… you creeps get off on that shit! So I told you to do it! …Ugh! Fucking… take a hint!”

“Keh heh heh heh… My my. Miss Eunchae… You’re really not being honest with yourself, are you?”

“No…! I-I wasn’t…! I mean—!”

Eunchae stammered for a while before something seemed to click in her head—her eyes widening in sudden realization.

“I-it’s business!”

“……?”

“I-I mean, as an *idol*… right?! I-it’s just elite business instinct…! I-I totally get what you guys want… and delivered accordingly! P-pure professionalism! Zero personal feelings involved…!”

“KEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!”

“Huhuhu… Business. You’re calling it *business*, are you?”

The two men clutched their foreheads, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Y-yeah…! D-don’t tell me you idiots actually thought idols *aren’t* fake as hell…? Pffft, only a loser would buy into that crap…! I-I just know exactly what guys like you… creeps… get off on! So I played along! That’s all…!”

“KEH HEH HEH HEH HEH…! KEH HEH HEH…!”

“Huhuhu… Miss Eunchae, you’re absolutely right. Got it. It’s all business… Huhuhu.”

“Wh-what’s so damn funny?! Look, we’re *done* here. The *business* is over. H-haven’t you had enough already?! If you freaks got your kicks watching me degrade myself… Just sign the damn modeling contract and *get lost* already…!”

A glimpse of Eunchae’s face was visible now.

Her cheeks were flushed crimson, tears welling in her eyes.

“Miss Eunchae…?”

“Wh-what… now?”

“As you said… Keh heh. It’s business, right? You *totally* understood what we wanted. Didn’t you?”

“…Y-yeah. Obviously…!”

“…Then you must already know… what we want *next*, right?”

“……Huh?”

The two men stepped closer, looming over Eunchae’s reddened face.

Her gaze naturally trailed downward.

“……Ah.”

Her claim about “*understanding their needs*” seemed true after all.

She must’ve already known what was coming next—that’s why she’d tried to cut things off earlier.

“…Shall we begin? Your *business*, Miss Eunchae. Huhuhuhu.”

Pulling down their underwear, the two men thrust their lewdly twitching cocks toward her.

Unfathomably huge… and fully erect.

I couldn’t even muster the confidence to compare myself to them.

*

“H-Hello everyone…. fans… This is Lee Eunchae of …☆”

On the damp studio floor.

Eunchae sat perched on a decorative backless chair.

“Keh… heh. Starting now…☆ Eunchae will… give some special fan service… to these two gentlemen here…☆”

“Huhuhuhu…”

“Keh heh heh heh…!”

The two naked men stepped closer, flanking Eunchae on either side of the chair.

Two cocks gleamed under the studio lights, hovering beside her face.

Eunchae gave them a sidelong glance before forcing another awkward idol smile.

“Th-these two… have chosen Eunchae… … as their new model☆ So now… as a token of gratitude… Eunchae will… give them some special service…☆”

She flashed a faint smile at the camera.

But what dominated the shot wasn’t her smile—it was the two massive cocks looming over her.

“…That’s enough, right?”

Eunchae abruptly dropped the act, glaring at Director Bura angrily.

“Huhuhu… Now now, ending the *business* so soon? The shoot’s still ongoing, you know.”

“……Fine.”

Eunchae cautiously turned her head.

Director Bura’s cock was now inches from her face.

Whatever sight awaited her now—I couldn’t even imagine.

…And I *didn’t* want to.

“Ugh… Fuck. H-hold on. Does this thing even get washed?! Ugh, the *smell*!”

“Huhuhu? Well, isn’t that what *your* mouth is for, Miss Eunchae? Clean it up for me~ Huhuhuhu…”

“You disgusting fucking pigs. Ugh. Revolting.”

“Miss Eunchae…? The *business*…?”

“……Ugh. Fine…!”

With trembling hands, Eunchae cautiously gripped the base of Director Bura’s cock.

Her face stayed fixed on it, but her gaze briefly flicked toward the camera.

Managing eye contact naturally was idol basics…

But right now, it felt more like a porn star’s skill.

Her other hand slowly rose…

…forming a tiny finger-heart.

“B-big…☆ So hard… Eunchae’s…☆ never seen one like this before, but… l-love it…☆”

“Keh heh heh heh. So what will you do now?”

“…Now Eunchae… will kiss it…☆ You two… kissed Eunchae’s… p-p-pussy… so… this is her thank-you…☆”

She closed her eyes like before, lips parting slightly.

Her mouth slowly closed the distance until her lips finally met the tip of his cock.

*Smooch~♡*

The finger-heart pose and the sight of Eunchae kissing his dick were captured perfectly by the camera.

*Click. Click!*

Beside her, Baek Pansu kept snapping photos.

“Keh heh heh heh…! These will make fantastic promotional shots for our company….”

“…….”

Eunchae scowled at the remark but stayed silent.

Or rather—she *couldn’t* protest.

*Ah… Hnnn… Mmph…*

Her lips parted further, tongue slipping out to cautiously lap at Director Bura’s cock.

“Nhh… *Sluurp…* *Sluuurp…*”

Her slow, deliberate strokes coated every inch of his length in her saliva.

“Huhuhu… A little lower too. Yes… Hah. Ohh… Don’t forget the back either. The shaft needs attention too….”

Though her eyebrows twitched in disgust, her tongue obeyed.

*Schllrrp. Schlup. Schllrrt. Schlrt. Smooch.*

She shifted her lips to where he pointed, swirling her tongue obediently.

“Huhuhu… No need to glare. You *did* the exact same to me earlier. Begging me to kiss your pussy, remember?”

“*Sluuuurp…* *Schlup…* Ngh. Th-that was… business… You freaks… wanted it…”

“Yes yes. Of course. Hahnh…! Hah…! Licking under the glans like that—divine technique.”

“…You like… this? *Schluuurp. Schlup.*”

“…Hahnh! Ngh…!”

“*Schlup. Schhlrp…* Ugh… At least wash this thing… Smells like stale dick…”

Eunchae tugged at the base of his cock, pulling the foreskin down fully.

The hidden folds beneath—lined with smegma—were now exposed.

“……Ugh. Disgusting. Filthy. *Reeks.*”

“Hah?! Miss Eunchae…?”

“…I know. Quit… rushing me. ……I’ll fucking do it.”

Her eyes flicked back to the camera.

“Eunchae will… ngh… clean this dirty part… ugh… nice and tidy☆”

No sooner had she spoken than her tongue swiped across the smegma-laden crevice.