episode_0028

#28

“Hngghh…♡ Ughh…♡!!”

Chak. Chak. Chak.

“Khhh!! Finally admitting you like it, huh…!”

“N-Nooo♡ No, nooo…♡!”

“Even if you deny it… Khhh… Your asshole keeps clenching tight, though!”

“No…♡! It feels gooood…♡! No, noooohh…♡!!”

“Khhh… So, do you like it or not? Still confused?”

“I don’t know…♡ I don’t know…! It’s disgusting…♡ You’re filthy…♡!”

“Khhh… You like being fucked by a disgusting old man, don’t you?”

“Hngghhh…♡! Hnngghh♡!! Hnghhhh♡!!”

Eunchae kept moaning.

But unlike before, the word “no” no longer came out.

“Khh…! You like this, huh? Right here…!”

“Hhaaaahh!! Hngh! N-Not there…♡ Can’t…!”

“Khhh… Your asshole’s clenching up tight…!”

“Not there…! Hngghh♡!! Don’t look there…! Y-You filthy bastardhaaahh!!”

“Should I just lightly touch it with my finger?”

Ssshh.

“Hngghh♡♡!?”

Eunchae’s moans grew even louder.

Seriously. Even her asshole…

Just a slight touch, yet Eunchae’s reaction was extreme.

“Hhaaahh…!! Ah… No… Not there…! Really, no…!!”

“Khhh! Just a finger, and your hole’s already twitching open and shut…! Damn. How sensitive can you be?!”

“Stop. There… Hngh!? Stop…! Stop… Please stop…!”

Eunchae’s voice had completely changed.

No more sharp tone, no more pride.

Just the desperation of prey begging for its life.

Was it that she hated having her asshole touched, or…

Maybe she was just too sensitive, dangerously so.

“Pleeease… Hngghh! Pleaase…!”

Eunchae abandoned all the pride she’d held onto and whimpered.

“Khh. Even if you beg with those eyes…! I’m not stopping.”

“Please… Hngh. Please, not there, ughh! Ahhh… Nooo… If you do that… I’ll…!!”

“Khht!? Your pussy’s clenching again…! Tsk tsk. Too many weak spots, Eunchae-yang…!”

“Hngghh…! Not there… Please…! Don’t touch me there… Ughh! Hnghhh, don’t touch meee….”

“Well, well… Even if you beg like this…”

“J-Just… Haaahh, just my pussy… Please… Hngghh, just not there…!”

“Khhh… Where exactly is ‘there’?”

Baek Pansu smirked like he’d found a fun toy.

His disgusting face was vivid in front of her.

“Hngh… Hngghh!”

“So, where?”

Trying to force the humiliating word out of her…

Eunchae finally broke and said it herself.

“Hngghh… M-My… asshole. Eunchae’s… asshole…! Don’t… put your finger thereee….”

An idol, yet she uttered such vulgar words.

“Khhh. But Eunchae-yang! Every time I touch here… Your pussy clenches so tight, I can’t resist…?”

“Ple…ase. Pleaaase…! I’ll squeeze you so much… I’ll make you feel good…! Just my pussy, Eunchae’s pussyyy…! I’ll make you feel good, so…! Hngghh! Take your finger outtt…!”

“Khhh…! But if I rub it like this…!”

“Hhaaaahhaaaahh♡♡!!!”

Fuck.

The moans could be heard outside the bathroom.

Even Baek Pansu was shocked by the intensity.

Eunchae, making sounds like that.

Begging so desperately.

Unthinkable. Unimaginable.

The proud, confident girl was gone.

Even when tormented before, she’d never broken like this.

But now, she couldn’t hold on.

There was no ’s Eunchae here anymore.

“Hhaaaahh! Hhaaaahhaaahh…!!”

Just a female creature, overcome by pleasure.

“No…! Noooohhaaahh…! I’m…!”

“I’m cumming tooaaahh!”

Splurt! Splurshh!! Splat! Splat!

As Eunchae gasped, the sound of liquid gushing filled the air.

One stream hit the bathroom floor.

The other poured inside Eunchae’s body.

But that wasn’t all.

“Hngghhhh……”

Pssssssss…….

“Khhht!?”

A long, continuous trickling sound.

The kind you’d usually hear in a bathroom.

Except this was the men’s room, not a toilet, and Eunchae had pissed herself—against her will.

Pssssss…….

Eunchae. Pissed herself.

Screaming vulgarly… as she wet herself.

The sound went on and on.

Yellow liquid pooled on the floor.

It overflowed, seeping under the stall door.

Even reaching my stall.

“Hngghhh……. Ughhh……”

Eunchae couldn’t even form words, just sobbing.

Eventually, the stream stopped, but her crying didn’t.

“Hngghh……. Hnggh! Hic! Hngghhh….”

Now, tears were flowing.

“Khhh… Eunchae-yang. Tears of joy? Or……”

“I told… Hnggh! You to stop…! I told you…! I pissed… I pissed myself……! Hngghh!”

“Khh… Did it feel that good? Pissing yourself…”

“Hnggh! Hic…! Why me……! Why meee…! Like this…!”

“Eunchae-yang…?”

“Please…! Hnggh…! Please……! Stop… Have mercy… Hnggh! I don’t want this…! Please…! Hngghh!!”

Eunchae cried bitterly.

I’d never seen her cry like this.

Never seen her beg like this.

This wasn’t an idol, not Eunchae—just a girl struggling to escape.

I couldn’t protect her.

I even doubted her.

Wondered if she secretly enjoyed it.

If she liked this kind of thing.

But she was just enduring.

What the hell have I been doing…

“……Eunchae-yang.”

Baek Pansu’s voice softened.

Maybe because she’d pissed herself, or maybe he actually felt cautious.

“Hnggh! …Hngghh!! Delete the photos… I don’t want this… I didn’t want to end up like this… Please… Have mercy… Hnggh! Forgive me. Forgive me…!”

Thud!

Eunchae collapsed onto the yellow puddle on the floor.

No care for her clothes, her makeup—just helplessly crying.

“……Eunchae-yang. I was just…”

“Hnggh! Please…! Please delete them… I want to go back… Back to how it was…! I just wanted to be an idol…! Just wanted to be on stage…! Why…!”

Even listening from the side, my stomach churned.

Any human being.

Anyone watching a girl scream like this—

Wouldn’t they be satisfied by now?

“Hnggh!! Hnggh…! Hic!”

“……Eunchae-yang.”

Maybe guilt finally gripped him.

Baek Pansu couldn’t speak anymore.

Me neither.

Knowing I’d contributed to this.

I stayed silent, swallowing my words.

I had no idea…

“Hnggh……. Hic…….”

“Eunchae-yang.”

Baek Pansu called her.

Her sobs paused.

“Huuu……”

He let out a deep sigh.

His voice was oddly serious now.

After a pause, he spoke again.

“……Next is Director Burajang. Tuesday evening. Khhhh…!!”

I couldn’t bear Eunchae’s despairing screams anymore and covered my ears.

*

After Eunchae left the bathroom with Baek Pansu, I waited a while before finally opening my stall door.

I went to the sink and looked at my reflection.

Tears were streaming down my face—yet I was smiling.

I didn’t know why.

Was I losing my mind?

I glanced at Eunchae’s stall.

Yellow piss still stained the floor.

It felt like the physical manifestation of her despair—I couldn’t bear to look.

I checked my phone.

Multiple messages.

[Harin – Manager? Where are you? Did you find Eunchae?] [Harin – Manager. Eunchae isn’t responding. Reply ASAP if you see her.]

Harin’s messages kept coming, every 10 minutes.

The most recent one was from Eunchae.

[Eunchae – Manager?] [Eunchae – Um, are you in the waiting room? Are the other members or staff there too?] [Eunchae – If you’re there, can you bring my performance outfit somewhere else?]

Asking why would’ve been natural, but I knew it’d only crush her further.

[Got it. Where should I take it?]

I sent that, then quietly left the bathroom.

Just outside, a man stood there.

“Heh… Heheheh!!”

Giggling at his phone.

What the hell…

Ah.

We made eye contact.

“H-Hey! Wait!”

Before I could speak, he bolted down the hall.

I couldn’t even chase him.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

That sound… I’d heard it before.

Earlier, in the bathroom. The same footsteps.

……No way. He waited outside…

Until we came out…?

A new wave of dread washed over me.