episode_0018

# 18

*Slurp. Slurp. Slrp.*

Eunchae’s tongue noises continued to echo through the filming set.

Since the men remained silent, the sounds of her licking rang out even louder.

*“Hnngh…. Slrp. Haaah…. Damn, you… Th-this is. Hggnn….”*

Pulling her mouth away, Eunchae spoke with her tongue still hanging out.

The white streaks clinging to her tongue were probably—

*“Hghh. You’re not thinking of spitting it out, right?”*

*“…Spit…? Th-that’d be… a w-waste… …Right?”*

It was impossible to fully make out what she was saying.

*Hgnn.*

She sucked her tongue back in.

Along with the bits of cock filth stuck to it.

*Schlrp. Schlk. Schlk. Schlk. *Munch* *munch*…….*

Frowning deeply, Eunchae worked her mouth for a while before quietly swallowing.

*Gulp.*

*“Pfh… Haaah. Done…?”*

*“Khghhgh…! Now it’s my turn, no?”*

Baek Pansu’s cock poked against Eunchae’s cheek.

She glared up at him but didn’t say anything further, merely gripping the base of his shaft with one hand.

*“…Fine… Hggnnn…….”*

*Schlllp. Slurp. Slurp. Slrp. Slrp. Schllllp.*

The same service was repeated on Baek Pansu’s cock.

Starting from the tip, her tongue glided up and down the shaft.

Peeling back the foreskin to lick away the smegma.

Diligently coating every inch with spit as her tongue danced around.

*“Slurp. Haa…. Haaah….”*

Only when his cock was thoroughly slicked with saliva did Eunchae finally pull away.

*“Now… done…?”*

*“Khghghgh! So thorough…! Unbelievable this is your first time.”*

*“Tch… ‘S just… business… And……”*

*“…And?”*

Eunchae ducked her head.

*“Earlier… you… took care… of mine… So… payback……”*

*“Hghghghgh!”*

*“Khghhgh…! I see!”*

*“W-what’s so funny! G-give and take, right?! ‘S still business… technically……”*

*“Khgh… As you say.”*

The two men pressed their twitching cocks toward Eunchae’s mouth again.

Their shafts glistened under the lights, slick with spit.

*“Hghgh… Then shall we continue? Make us feel good too, yeah?”*

*“……Fine… But. Just this far. No further than this… Just business… Give and take…”*

*Schlup. Slurp. Schluuuup. Schlrt. Schlllp.*

Turning her head, Eunchae moved toward Burajang’s cock again.

*“Hnng… Hmm. Hmph. Schlrp. Ehehehe…”*

After thoroughly licking it, her lips slowly parted.

*“Ahh…. Hmm.”*

*“Hghhgh—!”*

With a wet sound, Burajang’s glans disappeared into Eunchae’s mouth.

His cock sinking deeper inside…

*“Hngghh…. Hmm. Hnnghhh…”*

Not fast, but steadily, Eunchae began bobbing her head.

She couldn’t take him fully, but nearly half his length repeatedly vanished past her lips before reappearing.

*“Hnngh. Hlk. Schlrp. Schlp.”*

Eyes closed, she obediently took his cock in and out in rhythm.

*“Phaah… Haaa. Schllllp. Schlrp. …Haaap.”*

When breathless, she’d pull back briefly—

Only to lick the head again before taking him deep once more.

*“Khghgh. Miss Eunchae? Look this way.”*

*“……?”*

*Click. Click!*

As soon as she glanced sideways, more camera shutter sounds followed.

She’d lost count of how many photos had been taken.

Easily dozens by now.

The camera undoubtedly held more shots of Eunchae sucking cock than of her clothed idol portraits.

*“Schluup. Slurp. Slurp. Schlp. Schlp.”*

Her pace gradually sped up.

*“Hghh… Y-you’re good…”*

*“Hngghh. Hmm. …R-really? Haaah….”*

*“Hghghgh…! Love it. Then, one last push…!”*

Suddenly, Burajang placed both hands on Eunchae’s head.

*“Hngghh!? Hmmph! Nghh…! Nnngh…!!”*

Grabbing the back of her skull, he shoved her down onto his cock.

His length plunged all the way to the root.

Eunchae’s hands, previously gripping his base, fell away helplessly.

*“Khghghghgh…! That expression—artistic!”*

*Click! Click!*

*“Nnnghhh…! Hngghhh…! Hnnngghhh…!”*

Her eyes rolled back as she tried to speak—but no voice came.

Only choked, gagging sounds escaped her assaulted throat.

*“Ohoo… That’s it. Now swallow. Idol Lee Eunchae—take my cum in your mouth…!”*

*“Nghhk…! Hngghhh! Nghhp…! Hnnnnghhhh!?”*

*Splurt! Splorch! Splurt!*

Eunchae’s thrashing head stilled as Burajang’s hands fell away.

Yet she remained impaled, unable to pull off for a long moment.

Her nose and lips buried in his pubes from how deep she was forced.

*“Khghnn… Hngghh… Schlp. Phaaah….”*

Only after an eternity did his cock finally slide free.

*“Cough! *Gag*! Cough! Ah… Ugh. *Ptui*….”*

*Drip.*

A flood of white cum spilled from her lips.

*“Hghghgh… Tsk tsk. Meant to swallow. Guess our ‘needs’ weren’t met…”*

*“Cough! …Ugh. H-how… am I supposed to drink…! Smells… So much…!”*

*“Khghghghgh… Yet we drank all of hers happily? Wasn’t this give and take?”*

*“Th-that’s…! …You w-wanted to…!”*

*“Hghh… So ours isn’t to your taste? My cum… *Babygirl*.”*

Burajang’s twitching dick loomed over Eunchae as he leered down.

Below her chair, the white puddle of her spit-out load formed a small pool.

*“……Ugh. F-fine… I’ll do it…”*

*“Khghgh. You’re not thinking of scooping it up with your hands, are you?”*

*“…Hah. Really… You’re unbelievable……”*

Shakily, Eunchae climbed off the chair and knelt on the slick floor.

*“Nnngh……”*

Bending over, she pressed her face close to the spilled cum puddle.

*“…You want… me to lick it…?”*

*“Khghghghgh. We never dictated how~”*

*“……Tch. …Fine…”*

*Lap. Lap.*

Timidly, her tongue began lapping at the mess.

Like a kitten drinking milk.

*Click! Click!*

Baek Pansu, enamored by the sight, kept snapping pictures.

*“Khghghghgh! An idol on her knees, licking cum off the floor…!”*

*“Hghgh… Disgustingly priceless. Hghghgh…”*

*“Hnngh…! Schllp. Schllllrp. Ehehehe…”*

Ignoring their taunts, Eunchae kept cleaning diligently.

Scraping her tongue along the tiles to gather every drop—

Then carefully swallowing.

*Gulp. Gulp.*

*“Khghgh… Unbearable…”*

Baek Pansu gripped his throbbing cock and crept behind Eunchae.

On her knees, bent forward—her ass was naturally raised.

Right toward him.

From his angle, Eunchae was presenting her dripping pussy and ass directly at him.

……No wonder he couldn’t hold back.

*“……Hghh…? W-wait…!”*

But she had to stop him. Had to intervene.

Now—before he crouched lower and lined himself up with her.

That bastard…

…He wasn’t wearing a condom.

If he went in like this——

*“…Y-you’re… planning to…? Just…?”*

Eunchae twisted to look back at him.

Baek Pansu’s cock already rested against her ass.

*“Khghghghgh…! Got to take my turn too, no?”*

*“…N-no. W-wait. M-my mouth… Fair, right…? D-don’t… press there… Hngghh…!”*

*“Khghgh… This is also a mouth~ Just… the lower one.”*

*“Wh-what… nonsense… Hah… Ahhh… D-don’t… Touch there. Touch and……!”*

*Squelch!*

Another wet splash echoed.

*“Khgh… Not even inside… and already this soaked…”*

*“Hngghh…. Hnnngh…! Wait. Can’t. Can’t put it in. I’ll die. If you put it in……!”*

*“Khghghgh. But I must, no?”*

*“No. No. Hnngh. There… again… J-just……”*

*“Oho~?”*

Eunchae frantically moved a hand to block his cock from her entrance.

Her palm grew slick, dripping with her own arousal.

*“Khgh… Really won’t allow it?”*

*“Won’t… let you… There’s…”*

*“Truly?”*

*Thrust.*

His cock pressed insistently against her hand.

*“S-so… n-no…… I… never… and……”*

*“Khghghgh… And?”*

*Thrust.*

*“Hnngh…! T-too… big… I’ll—break… No… Dangerous……”*

*“Khghghghgh! That’s your concern?”*

*“Really… dangerous… Even sucking… was hard… Can’t take it inside…!”*

*“Khgh… Then shallow. Just the tip. How’s that?”*

Eunchae’s hand trembled.

Juice pooled in her palm before splattering to the floor.

*“……J-just… tip?”*

*“Yes. Only the tip.”*

*“……Stop… if it hurts…?”*

*“Khghgh. Obviously. *We*’d never endanger our precious idol.”*

*“……Promise…?”*

Slowly, her hand lowered.

Revealing her glistening, soaked pussy.

*“……Only tip…?”*

*“Khghghghgh. Naturally…”*

*Thrust.*

Baek Pansu’s cock kissed her entrance.

*“Hngghh…. Hnngh……”*

After a few shallow grinds against her—

*“Hh——HaaaAAAHT!!”*

He shoved in to the hilt in one stroke.

*“………!! Nnngh………HAAGH……!?”*

Eunchae couldn’t even scream.

Eyes rolling back, body locking up from the shock.

Beyond sound—beyond pain.

*“Huu… Ahhh. By ‘tip’… I meant *your* tip—all the way inside. Khghghghgh…”*

Baek Pansu gripped her hips, laughing cruelly.

*“Hghghgh… Now then… *proper* filming begins…”*

Somehow, Burajang had slung a camera over his shoulder during this.

He shoved the lens right up to Eunchae’s face.

*“Interview first~? Hghh…”*