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#20

“Ma… Hng. Manager…nim…?”

“Kh… I almost forgot about that.”

“Must’ve fallen asleep and rolled off the sofa. Ehehe…”

Unlike Eunhae, the voices of the two men were far more composed.

But Eunhae wasn’t in the same state.

“H-how do I… If I try to get up…! Hng. W-wait! I… I need clothes…!”

“Khgh. Don’t worry, Miss Eunhae. There’s no need to panic.”

“B-but… What if, just in case… he wakes up…? Then…!”

“Ehehe… The drink we gave him was quite potent. Someone wouldn’t wake up from just that.”

I faintly felt the two men glance at me. I quickly shut my eyes.

They deliberately spoke louder, as if wanting me to hear.

“Actually… Ehehe… Miss Eunhae, why don’t you go check for yourself? Head over to Manager Jeon… directly…”

“…Huh?”

*Slooowly.*

The sound of movement, followed by footsteps, began.

“Hng! W-wait! Where… where are you…? Don’t tell me…!”

“Kehehe… Wouldn’t it be better to confirm firsthand that Manager Jeon is sound asleep…?”

“And you might as well check too, Miss Eunhae. Eheheh!”

“A-at least… put some clothes on first…!”

“Keheheh! Don’t worry. Manager Jeon won’t open his eyes… not a chance.”

“H-how can you be so sure?!”

“Keheheh! There’s good reason to trust it. Don’t you agree?”

“Eheheh! Just know that the drug works very well… Miss Eunhae.”

*Step. Step.*

The footsteps drew closer.

I’d managed to fix my pants long ago, tucking in what was sticking out.

But the semen on my hand couldn’t be fully wiped away.

The pungent smell of cum lingered.

If Eunhae caught even a whiff of this…

*Step.*

The footsteps stopped.

Right in front of me.

“Ma… Manager-nim.”

Eunhae stood naked before me.

Her back was still slick with the old man’s cum.

“Keh. What do you think, Miss Eunhae?”

“H-how… what am I supposed to do?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to go closer and check yourself? Ehehe… It’s too dark to see properly.”

“…Fine.”

*Slooowly.*

The sound of hair brushing against something echoed.

“…Manager…nim.”

Eunhae’s voice drew nearer…

Right next to my ear.

“Manager…nim. You’re… not awake… right?”

Her gaze slowly traced the side of my face.

I held my breath, staying perfectly still.

“…Manager…nim?”

Eunhae’s hand touched my face.

Soft.

Even though moments ago, it had been gripping an old man’s cock…

“Kehehe… Seems he’s still fast asleep.”

“Is the… drug… Is it safe?”

“Of course. Eheheh. It’s just very effective.”

“…Okay…”

Eunhae finally pulled her hand back, seemingly convinced.

Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the silent, warning gaze of the two men boring into me.

*Slooowly.*

This time, a hand touched my body.

With a bit of force, she nudged me slightly to the side.

I didn’t resist—letting her guide my body.

Naturally, my limbs sprawled out.

“……”

*Sssshhh. Slide.*

Eunhae’s hands moved busily.

She neatly adjusted my arms, straightened my legs, fetched a blanket to drape over me, and even placed a cushion under my neck.

“Eheheh. So meticulous.”

“…It’s just… nothing. If he wakes up and everything’s messy… he’ll suspect something.”

“Keheheh. Fair point.”

“Eheh… But there’s something exciting about a naked girl tidying up a sleeping man’s space… Eheheh.”

“…Cut it out… perverted thoughts.”

Ah, right.

Eunhae was naked now.

But I didn’t have the courage to open my eyes and see her.

I kept pretending to sleep while she finished straightening my blanket with a few taps.

“…That’s it. Now…”

“What now? Keheheh?”

“The… shoot. Again…?”

“Ehehe… Do you want us to do it again?”

“N-no! You’re gonna do it anyway…! That’s all I meant. Not because I want it…!”

“Miss Eunhae—seems like *you* want it?”

*Squish.*

“Hng…!”

Another wet sound followed.

“…Hand… hnn… Don’t touch…!”

“Keheheheh! Overflowing already? Even more than before…!”

“N-no… No! Let’s… Let’s just go… do it there…!”

“Keh. What was that?”

“L-let’s go… Do it there… Not here… Don’t touch me here…”

“Eheheh… Miss Eunhae, could it be…?”

“Being in front of Manager Jeon… is turning you on? Keheheheh!”

“…N-no… No! Not that…!”

*Squelch. Squelch.*

“Keh. Your pussy’s moving hard all of a sudden…!”

“Move… your hand… kyaaaahh…!”

*Splurt! Splurt splurt!*

Another wet splash—this time, much closer.

*Plop! Splatter!*

A few drops landed on my body, seeping into the blanket covering me.

“Khhhnnnn! W-what do I… No… Manager-nim… got some on him… Let’s go… Please? Hnn?”

“Keheheh… Your words say one thing, but here—it looks like you’re dying for it…?”

*Squelch! Squelch…!*

“Nhhhnn… Not here… Manager-nim… might wake up…!”

“You confirmed yourself he’s fast asleep… Ehhehee… He doesn’t even know his idol’s getting fucked.”

“S-still…! Still—hkk! M-might wake up…!”

“Keheheh… Don’t worry. He won’t open his eyes. …Never.”

I could feel a gaze boring into me.

That *”never”*—it felt like it was directed at me.

“…N…ever?”

“That’s right. Keheheh…”

“…Okayyy…?”

Eunhae’s voice sounded strange.

Seductive.

“Miss Eunhae… You know it’s happening either way, right?”

“That’s… right…?”

*Squelch. Squelch.*

“Keheheh. Whether you like it or not doesn’t matter…”

“…Yeah… Doesn’t matter if I… hate it…”

“Eheh… So, Miss Eunhae. Just behave and do *business* here… Eheheh…”

“…Hng.”

Only the squelching noises and Eunhae’s faint gasps filled the silence.

What was she thinking?

Amidst the quiet, the wet sounds and panting continued until, after a while, Eunhae finally spoke.

“…Glasses bastard.”

Her words aimed at Bulajang.

“…Yeah?”

“…You… didn’t… put it in yet?”

“Eheheh? Not yet.”

“…Okay…”

*Slooowly.*

A shifting sound.

Eunhae’s voice came from a slightly different angle.

…She changed positions.

Now kneeling directly above where I lay.

“…Do it.”

Standing over me, she bent forward slightly, lowering her hips.

“Eheh?!”

“…Here… Fine. Like him.”

The creaking sounded further away now.

Bending over, her ass sticking out.

Towards Bulajang.

“Eheheheh! So I can do *anything*?”

“D-don’t make me say it… Hng!”

“…How else would I know?”

Eunhae trembled slightly.

Her thighs lightly brushed my hips.

She stood with legs spread over me.

Then—

*Squelch.*

A loud, wet sound of something spreading open.

“Here… Here’s Eunhae’s… pussy. My pussyyy…”

No way.

Was she opening herself up?

“…Big… bastard old man’s cock… Put it in… I’m wet… said… Hurry up… and shove it…”

“…Eheheh…”

“…Here… Made it easy… Spread wide… Normally… Idols don’t… let you eat it like this… Special… fan service just for you… Only now… chance to do it raw… Hurry up… you moron.”

“Eheheheh… Should I?”

*Squelch.*

Something wet pressed against her.

But even after waiting, no moan came.

“Hng… Just… gonna stand there? …Eunhae’s… pussy… right here? Not gonna… stick it in…? If you… push now… I’ll tight… squeeze hard… Choke your cock… won’t let go… till you cum… spurting inside…”

“Eheheheh… Well then…!”

“…!! Kkhhhnn!”

With Eunhae’s sharp gasp, her body jerked violently.

*Squelch! Splurt splurt!*

Fluid gushed from her pussy, splashing onto my body.

A droplet even landed on my lips.

The same taste I couldn’t savor earlier—now right there.

Just a slight part of my lips… a lick…

“Keheheheh! Came all over Manager Jeon…”

“Khhhnn! N-nooo… Didn’t cum on him…!”

“Eheh?! Clenching *already*? Heheh!”

*Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!*

Meat slapped against meat with brutal force.

Eunhae’s feet, beside my body, wobbled unsteadily.

“Oops. Keh. Careful—might fall on Manager Jeon. And then he’d wake up. Keheheh…”

“N-nooo! No! Manager-nim… can’t see me… I’m an idol… Secret… secret…!”

“Keheheh… Then don’t collapse.”

*Thud. Thud.*

Footsteps sounded near my head.

Baek Pansu’s steps.

Now standing directly over my face.

Naked, of course.

“Keheheheh. Just hold my waist—won’t fall.”

“Nhhh! Hnnnngh!!”

*Clack. Clack.*

His feet shifted—followed by rustling sounds.

“Keheheh… Clutching onto an old man’s waist so quickly…”

“Khhh! Or else… Or else fall…!”

“Keheheh… Since you’re at it… wanna put what’s in your mouth to good use?”

“Nhhh! Hngh…! Hnngh…! Slurp. Gluk. Slurp!”

…No hesitation—something slid into her mouth.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

“Glhk! Gulp! Ahhaaa…! Nhhh!”

“Keheheheh…”

“Eheheheh…”

I couldn’t open my eyes.

Not because of any contract—I couldn’t bear to witness the scene before me.

Eunhae clinging to the old man’s waist, sucking his cock.

Her bouncing hips slamming into him—I couldn’t take it.

*Tuk. Splat.*

Warm drool dripped onto my face.

It trickled down my cheeks, but I didn’t wipe it away.