episode_0021

# 21

*Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!*

The sound of Eun-chae’s buttocks repeatedly colliding with Burajang’s waist continued.

Her foot, barely touching his side, wobbled as if without strength—yet Eun-chae didn’t fall.

“Hngggh…! Hnnggh…! Huh! Haaah…!”

Her moans were stifled by something clenched between her teeth, barely escaping properly.

“Kehehe… Yes. That’s the spot. All the way down to the pillar… Kehohoh…! The sucking is getting… very good!”

“Ngh! Your! Hips! Bouncing! Like this! Is art…! Just! A bit! More! And your! Waist…! Will move! On its own!”

“Hnnggh! Haaaah! Haah! Hah…! Ah, no…! Nyaaah…!”

“Kehehehe. Finally acting cute, aren’t you? That’s how an idol should be…”

“Hnnngh! Aaaah…! Huhp…! Schllrp…! Schlurp…!”

The sounds of licking and dripping liquid came from all around. I wanted to block my ears—but couldn’t.

Closing my eyes tight was all I could do.

Out of the corner of my eye, I felt Baek Pan-su’s gaze.

“Kehehe… Miss Eun-chae. Why don’t you explain to… our former director below how it feels?”

…What?

“Hnnggh…!? Hmm…! Hnnngh…!”

“Kehah! Biting down on the dick and shaking your head adds a unique flavor…!”

“Hngggh…! Schllp! Pahah…! Haa…! N-no, not that…! I can’t…! I can’t…! Do that…!”

“Ngh. Well. What do you! Think! Former director! You’re supposed to be! Asleep…!”

“Kehehe. He won’t hear a thing. No need to worry…”

“Schlurp! Schllp! Schllp!!! Ehhehehe…… Huhp. Wh-what… Hngggh. Words… to say…?”

“Keheh… Why don’t you describe the situation to the ‘sleeping’ director here…?”

These bastards are doing this on purpose…

Even if Eun-chae doesn’t know I’m awake…

Damn it.

This is just the kind of scum they are.

They staged this situation just to show off in front of me.

And coincidentally, this kind of showing-off tendency just so happens to be…

“Manager… sir…? Hngggh! Huhp…! Eun-chae…! Hhgh! Zzznggh……!”

It seemed Eun-chae had hit the defensive wall she’d been hiding behind.

“…Eun-chae… Huup! I’m ha…viing seeex…! Hngggh! Huhp. On top of Manager-nim…! Naked…! With a… neeeerd…! And a pig old man…! Thrusting into me…! Huhp!”

I know.

“From behind…! Hngggh! Ngh! Uhnnggh. There. Right there…! The n-neeerddd…! Old maaan…! Is slamming… Huup! Into my… hips…! While rocking me… Huhp! But… but! His… dick…! Is soo…! Fucking…! Biggg…! Haaaah! Haah! Huhp! Gghk…! Even deep… inside…!”

I know already.

“Eun-chae…! Feels…! Sooo good… So good…! Hnnngh. Better thaeeen…! Huhp! Mastuurbbbating…! It feeels…! Sooo good…! Inside mee…! Insideeeeee…! My puussyy… feeels… sooo good…!”

I know, Eun-chae.

“Aannnd…! Aaaand…! Manager-nim…! Your faaace…! I’m looking right at it…! While seeeing your faaace…! The pig…! Huup! Old maaan…! Holds my… hips aaand…! His… dick…! Deep in my… mouth…! Manager-nim…! You’re seeeing meee…! Still… asleep…? Eun-chae is… right in front of… your faaace…!”

Huhp. Hnnnggh. Huup…! Schllp. Schlrp. Schlurrrp………

“Sucking… sucking… his diiick…! Manager-nim…! While seeeing yooou…! The pig… o-old maaan…! Licking my… cliiiit…! Hngggh! Huhk…! Ughhhhghhh…!”

That’s enough now. Eun-chae.

“Manager… niiim…? Hnnngh. It’s juuust… juuust… acting…! Just acting…! If you think about it… don’t take it seriously…! ‘Idol…! Mooooode…!’ That’s all…! Hngggh! Uuugh! What I’m… doooing…!”

Is that true? Eun-chae.

“And theeese…! Hnnngh! These old men. Hhgh. Huup. Paaaaid. They’re paaaaid. Haaah! Th-that’s… serviceee. Serviceeeee…! Right…? Manager-nim…! Said I should…! Treat fans…! Better…! Huup! Always…! Like this…!”

Yeah. I did say that a lot, Eun-chae.

So…

“So I’m…! Huup! Nooot… doing…! Hngggh! This casually…! Haah! Haah! From todaaayyy…! Ughhhh! Ughhhh…! I’m… Eun-chae the iiidol… againnn!”

There’s no helping it.

This was just an unintended, one-time slip-up.

That’s what she seemed to want to say.

But.

“Hngggh! Haaah! Haaaah! Hnnnngh…! Ughhhgh! Ughhh…! Uhnngh!!”

“Kehekeh! The pussy…! The pussy…! Is squeezing…! Tight…!”

“Keheh… Shame we can’t enjoy this longer… but it’s time to finish. Miss Eun-chae.”

“Hnnngh! Hnnnggh…! R-really…? Okaaayyy….”

Haaahp.

Eun-chae’s mouth clamped around something again.

Schlurrrrp! Schlluup! Schluuup…!!

“Kehehe! Sucking like crazy now…!”

“Ngh. Huup! I’m gonna cum. Eun-chae, darling…! Inside. DeepInside…!”

“Hnnngh! Hnnngh! Hnnngh!”

“Kehehehe. If you have something to say… say it. If you stay silent…”

“We’ll take it as permission…! Ngh! To cum inside!”

“Hnnngh! Hnnngh! Schlurp! Schlurrrp…!”

Eun-chae didn’t refuse.

Not even the sound of her hair brushing reached my ears.

Only the wet sounds of her sucking.

Schluuup! Schllup! Schllup!

“Uhnnnggh!! Ughhhgh! Ughhh!!”

“Now, cumming! Eun-chae, darling…! Filling Eun-chae’s pussy…! With filthy middle-aged cum…!”

“Keheheh! Swallow every drop…!”

*Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!*

Splat.

No more sounds of movement.

Squelch. Glorp. Splurt.

Only the sound of liquid spilling out.

“Hnnngh… Uuugh…”

Eun-chae gasped as she swallowed something down.

Her trembling legs pressed against my side.

She shuddered as the old man’s cum filled her insides.

Whether she was happy about it… I couldn’t tell.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

Only after multiple swallowing sounds did Eun-chae’s voice finally return.

“Phhaaaa. Haa. Haa. Haa.”

“Keheheheh. Drank it all, huh? Miss Eun-chae? You’ve improved.”

“Haa… Haa… If I… didn’t swallow… it’d drip… on Manager-nim…”

“Kehehehe. Was that consideration? Or just afraid of getting caught?”

“Haa… D-dunno… Dunno… Asshole… Aghhuhhp!?”

*Squelch!*

Something slid out, followed by liquid splattering.

Splash! Splurt! Sploosh!

“Hhhhhhaaaah! Aghhhhaaaahh!!”

Plop. Plop. Plop.

All over the blanket covering me—shoulders, face—droplets rained down.

“Keheheh! Just pulling out made you squirt… Must’ve felt really good…”

“Uhhhnnngh… Came all over… Manager-nim… Hnnngh…”

Eun-chae seemed utterly spent.

Burajang must’ve let her down, as Eun-chae crumpled atop me.

“Keheheh! Im sure Manager-nim’s happy too.”

*Squelch! Splurt!*

Still squirting from her pussy, Eun-chae trembled weakly on top of me.

Though her naked body pressed against mine, I couldn’t touch or hold her.

“Hnnnngh……. Manager-niiim……”

But just hearing her call my name made me hard as steel—

Yet no one noticed my erection until the end.

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“Manager-nim? Manager-nim!”

“Huh? Yeah.”

I jolted at Eun-chae’s voice.

The red brake lights of the car ahead filled my vision.

…Right, I was driving.

Glancing over, Eun-chae in the passenger seat stared at me with concern.

“You okay? You’re awake, right? The sleeping pills aren’t still—”

“…Pills?”

“Huh? Ah—aah. ‘Sleep.’ I meant sleep. You slept so deeply earlier… Thought you might still be out of it.”

She scratched her head with the phone in her hand.

“If you’re driving late like this, wanna grab coffee at a café? Is there one nearby…? Or a convenience store?”

“……Nah. I’m fine. I’m up.”

I hadn’t slept at all to begin with.

Late-night drowsiness aside, sleepless nights were routine as a manager.

“You… sure? Your eyes look kinda hollow. Like you’re exhausted.”

Well, I came like five times.

Of course, Eun-chae wouldn’t know.

“I’m fine. I’ll manage. Slept well earlier, right?”

“I… guess?”

I offered a half-hearted lie.

Eun-chae responded with an equally awkward lie and expression.

Only the strained silence lingered in the car.

“At least it’s over now. The shoot went… well.”

“…….”

I wasn’t sure “went well” was the right description.

Ultimately, the deal was secured—this Saturday, would promote ‘Venus’ lingerie in a music show ad.

The hefty ad fee would line the CEO’s pockets, and he’d stop threatening to disband for now.

But.

Was this result—selling out Harin, selling out Eun-chae—really something to celebrate?

Even as I told the girls it couldn’t be helped—

Was this truly unavoidable?

I didn’t even know the answer myself.

“They said they’ll send the lingerie for the music show soon?”

Eun-chae didn’t look up from her phone.

I kept my eyes on the road.

“[By Wednesday](error correction: “by Wednesday” is more fluent than “until Wednesday”) to the dorm.”

“What’re you gonna tell the members?”

“Sponsorship.”

“No one’s gonna buy that.”

“…Still, make sure they wear them that day.”

“Harin-unnie’s sharp. She’ll figure it out.”

“Harin… Hm.”

She’d understand if I explained. Probably.

“Sarang might suspect—no, wait. Just tell her Manager-nim said to wear them. She’d listen.”

“…Think so?”

Eun-chae sounded oddly confident.

Would she really?

Only Se-a would blindly follow orders without question.

Eun-chae didn’t even mention Se-a, as if she knew that too.

“Just sell it well. Say the stylist forgot the underwear that day.”

“Damn, Manager-nim. Cold.”

“Huh?”

“So shameless about exploiting the members.”

“…….”

No rebuttal came to mind. It was true.

But Eun-chae, you kinda…….

I swallowed the words climbing up my throat.

“Manager-nim.”

“Yeah?”

“…It’s for , right?”

“Yeah.”

I answered instantly.

That much, I could swear on.

“…Got it. I’ll trust you.”

She said only that before turning back to her phone.

Could I trust Eun-chae the same way?

Could I believe in her as much as she believed in me?

…I wasn’t sure.

My eyes flicked to her phone screen.

She’d been typing nonstop in a messenger app.

I didn’t see anything else.

Just one fleeting glimpse.

[New Friends – 2]