episode_0019

#19

“What’s your name?”

“……Uhh… nghh… grrk…!”

“Khh… You can’t speak, huh? And you’re not even moving yet…”

“Eheheh… Wouldn’t it react if you tried moving?”

**Thud.**

The slow sound of skin meeting skin echoed.

It sounded like water being slapped by a palm.

That’s how much Eunchae’s pussy was already squirting out water again.

“…Nghh!! Gahh…! Huhh…!”

**Squelch. Squish.**

Every time Eunchae’s body shook, an obscenely loud sound reverberated through the set.

“Grrh…! Hnngh! Nhh! Nhgggh…….”

The moans Eunchae couldn’t hold back spilled out alongside it.

“Khh… This tightness… damn impressive. So you *are* a virgin! You showing off or something?”

“Eheheh… Not anymore, but… So? How’s Eunchae’s pussy?”

“Khhh… It’s tight, sure, but the way it gushes like it’s underwater is insane… Later…! We’ll… need…! To replenish…! Fluids…!”

**Splat! Squish! Squish!**

“Hhhhngh!! Nhh…! Hahh…!”

**Slap! Slap!**

The sound of Eunchae’s ass clashing against Baek Pansu’s hips.

The stifled moans Eunchae forced out between gritted teeth.

The splatter of fluid from her pussy hitting the floor—all of it overlapped.

And among it, Eunchae’s moans only grew louder.

“Nhhh!! Grrk!! Ghh!!”

“Eheheh… How do you expect to do an interview like this, Eunchae?”

Director Bura’s camera remained fixed on Eunchae’s face.

Though what expression was being captured was anyone’s guess.

“Grk!! Hhnngh!! Hhhhhhh…!!”

Just the sound of her voice was enough to imagine it.

A far cry from the usual Eunchae—whimpering like a completely depraved bitch.

“Hohhh…”

After repeated thrusts, the rhythm gradually smoothed out.

Perhaps because of how thoroughly drenched she was, there was no trace of resistance when Eunchae’s body moved.

In fact, as her hips lowered, her posture and movements became even more natural.

“Khhh… This! Feels! Much better…! Like she’s! Getting! Used to it…!”

**Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!**

“Hngh! Huhh! Hah! Nhgg! Hhh… Haah. Haah….”

“Eheheh. Seems like Eunchae’s adjusting, huh?”

“The interview…! Can probably…! Start now…! Krgh….”

“Nhhngh…! Hnngh! Nhk! Thi…! Interview…! Uhhngh…! Hnngh…!”

Eunchae’s speech was slowly returning.

“Correct. Let’s resume. Eheheh……. Could you state your name, affiliation, and age?”

**Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!**

“Hngh! Uh! Grk! I-I’m…! I… Hhng! Lee…! Eun…! Chae…! From…! Se…! Sepia…! Hngh! Tw-twenty…! Two…! Y-years…! Old…!”

“Khhehh…! Every time! You talk…! Your pussy! Clenches tight…!”

“Hhhng!! Grrk!! Ghh!! Hahh…!”

“And your date of birth?”

“Hnngh! Uh! Ju-June…! Hhaatt! Tw-twentiethhh…! Tweeennty…! Twooo…! Hhaaah! Ahh…! Two…!”

June 20, 2002.

“Khhehh…! Right in the middle…! Of the World Cup! Khh! Younger than…! My own…! Daughter…!”

“Eheheh… How old *is* Director Baek’s eldest?”

“Khhh! My…! Eldest is…! Twenty-six! The younger one’s…! Twenty-three! Khhehh…!”

**Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!**

……Disgusting bastard.

Stuck between the thighs of a man old enough to be her father, Eunchae moved helplessly as Baek Pansu slammed into her.

Kneeling on the floor, ass raised high, she could do nothing but moan and gush fluids.

Even then, she still strained to answer the questions… Whether it was professionalism as an idol or something else, I couldn’t tell…

“Hhh… Please state your height and weight.”

“Hngh…! Hah…! Pro-prof…! Profileee…! Nhgggh!! Nhh!! Grrk! Hnngh!”

“Khh…! Forget…! The profile! Give us the real thing!”

**Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!**

“H-Hwaaa…! Hhowee…! One-six-six…! Mmhmph…! F-forty…! S-six… kilo…! Hhnngg…!”

166 cm. 46 kg.

Eunchae was quite slender.

Even the waist Baek Pansu gripped was frighteningly thin.

“And your measurements?”

…That wasn’t on her profile.

Only her trainer would know.

**Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!**

“Hhhnggh…! Th-thirty…! Three…! Hnngh! Ghh! Twenty…! Hnngg! Twooo…! Hnggh! Thirty…! F-fiveeeee…! Oohhh……!”

“Hhh… I can’t understand a word…”

“33! 22! 35! Is what…! I heard…! Khhh! What a ridiculously…! Lewd body…!”

I knew how hard Eunchae had worked for that figure.

But now, it was just a plaything for an old man—her thin waist used as a handle while her plump ass made obscene noises.

**Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!**

“Hhhheeek! Hnngh! Hahh…!”

She seemed like she wanted to say something about the judgment of her body, but words failed her.

Only endless, lewd moans spilled out.

“Eheheh… Now, seriously… Do you masturbate often?”

“Hhnngh! Hnngh!? …Hhh… Th… That’s…! Hnngh!”

“This is an interview—you must answer honestly. Eheheh…”

“Hnnggh…! Uhhn! G-geh-gehhh…! S-sometimes…!”

“How often is ‘sometimes’? Weekly?”

“Ghhhk! Nhh! Three… or… four…! Times…! Ohhh……!”

…So that’s how it was.

“Khh…! For an idol…! So busy…! Yet jerking off…! Like clockwork!”

“Eheheh… Certified pervert, aren’t you?”

“Nhnggh!! Nhgh! N-nooo…! Wronggg…!”

“What’s your material then? Who or what do you think about while touching yourself? Eheheh…”

“Hhh…? Hnggh! Hah! Gehh! That’s…! Not…! Fair…!”

“Be precise…”

“Hh…! Ngggh!! My…! My pictures…! Looking…! At myself…! While jerking…! Offfff…! And imagining…! Peop-ple…! Waaaatching…!”

**My pictures.** **People.** **Watching.** **While jerking off.** **……Imagining.**

It didn’t take much to guess what ‘pictures’ meant.

The ones on my phone—the ones *everyone* knew about.

Eunchae’s leaked spy cam footage.

“Eheheheh… Seems we’ve uncovered one hell of kink…”

……Meaning… Eunchae actually…

……*got off* on her leaked videos?

I gripped my cock tightly.

All this time, I thought she was suffering—that it weighed on her mentally.

That the company had to repeatedly reassure her because of it.

But behind closed doors… she was getting off to the idea of people seeing her?

……I doubted.

Was she *really* that perverted?

Slowly, I stopped understanding.

Was the usual Eunchae real?

Was ‘idol mode’ Eunchae real?

Or was it—

**Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Squelch! Squish! Splat!**

“Hhheeek! Nhh! Grrk! Hhhhhhh…!”

The Eunchae writhing right now the real one?

When this was over… I didn’t know how I’d even look at her.

“Khhehh…! Eunchae! Tell me…! You enjoyed…! The leaks?!”

“Hhhhngghhh!! Hhhggkk!! Hhaannhh!”

“Khhh…! Clenching again…!”

Mentioning the photos made Eunchae’s pussy squirt even harder.

……All those times she seemed upset when they were brought up…

Maybe the reason was completely different.

There had been signs.

Even if the company forced her, someone traumatized by those leaks wouldn’t—

—Agree to lingerie shoots. —Agree to programs referencing them. —Agree to being filmed naked right now.

I’d assumed it was purely for work…

But what if… Eunchae wasn’t like that?

What if… she *wanted* this all along?

“Hhhhhhh!!! Hhnnngghhh!! Haaahhh!! Aahhnn!!”

Now, I couldn’t even begin to guess what she truly felt.

Would I even be able to treat her the same way after this?

My thoughts tangled.

…I gave up trying to make sense of it.

Instead, I drowned myself in the sounds—her moans, the slapping flesh.

**Thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap.** **Squelch! Slap! Squish! Squish!**

In sync with the jiggling of Eunchae’s ass.

In sync with the rocking of her waist.

“Hhhngghh! Hnngh! Hhaaahhh!! Aahhnn!!”

Drunk on her voice, I furiously stroked my cock.

“Khhehh…! She’s squeezing…! Again! Khhh…! I’m close…!”

“Hhhhhnghhh!!! Hhaaahhh!!! Hhaaaaaanhhh…!!”

**Splurt! Squirt! Sploosh!**

The moment Eunchae’s pussy erupted, Baek Pansu pulled out.

Immediately, thick spurts of cum shot from his cock.

**Splatter! Splat!**

Her ass, back, waist, face, even her hair—

Eunchae’s entire body was painted white.

“Hhhhnghh…! Hhhggghh…!”

Her ass twitching, she kept spasming, squirting nonstop.

Baek Pansu’s orgasm dragged on in multiple waves.

And me—

**Splurt.**

I came into my own hand again.

Compared to the other two, my pitiful release barely even wet my palm.

Just enough to moisten my fingers……. Guhh…!

**Thud.**

Whoa.

My body tilted violently—balance lost.

Lying back in the chair, overwhelmed by my climax, I tumbled over.

**Crash!**

The sound of my body hitting the floor echoed through the room.

“…?” “Huh?” “……Hhhnggh…?”

All three turned to stare at me at once.