episode_0037
by admin#37
“Our is…….”
“Ah. Hold on.”
Just as I was about to answer, Park Dong-chul raised his palm, gesturing for me to stop.
“Just a sec… Hngh. Ynh… Oh… Feels good. Right there. Like that.”
*Schluuurp…♡ Ehehehehe…♡ Lel-le-le-le…♡*
Only then did the obscene slurping noises flood back into my ears like madness.
Park Dong-chul had fully reclined in his chair, one hand under the desk, letting out sickening moans.
“Hngh… Ynh… Ah. Fuck me. …Manager Jeon. Just wait. Hnnngh… Yeah. Use your tongue there…”
*Chu-pit chu-prrrt schluuurp slurrrrp*
The sounds grew rougher and faster.
The kind of sticky, perverse noises you’d only hear in porn—completely indifferent to my presence—continued mercilessly.
“Hngh… Ynh… Gonna cum…!”
*Sploooorch♡! Splurt♡! Splooosh♡! Gluck♡! Gluck♡!*
“Hnggghh!? Ngh♡ Hnngh…!!”
Harin’s stifled moans seeped out from beneath the desk.
I forced myself to turn my head, pretending not to hear, but I couldn’t blatantly cover my ears.
Park Dong-chul, panting heavily, slumped lifelessly in his chair.
“Haah… Haa… Hah…. Ah. Ynh… Fucking amazing… Absolutely.”
“……”
Having finished with satisfaction, Park Dong-chul kept moving his hand under the desk.
I couldn’t tell if he was stroking her head or yanking her hair.
Fuck.
Right in front of me, so shamelessly…….
Under the desk, I could faintly see something flesh-colored trembling subtly.
“Ggghhk…. Nrgk… Khek! Khek! *Cough*…!”
“Tsk tsk. Why’s it so noisy under the desk when Manager Jeon’s here too, huh?”
“Hngggh…. Ngh. Ngh…!”
Harin must’ve frantically covered her mouth.
“Sorry about that, Manager Jeon. She just does *too* good of a job. Heh heh……. That training I gave her last time really paid off, huh? Doesn’t even need words—just swallows every drop on her own.”
“………”
Fucking bastard. Fucking bastard.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
“Manager Jeon?”
“…Yes.”
“You’re not pissed off, are you?”
I turned my head toward him. He was grinning slyly, his eyes half-lidded.
But at the same time, his gaze scanned my face rapidly.
“You used to be great at keeping a straight face. What’s up with you today? Something wrong?”
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
“…Ti…”
“Ti?”
“…Tired, probably. Apologies if I seemed unpleasant.”
I clenched my fists tightly. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
In my mind, I’d already swung at him hundreds of times.
But my fists never left my lap.
“So. What’ll it be?”
“…Huh?”
“What’re you gonna do? Take it or leave it? The sponsorship. You stopped answering earlier.”
“…Ah.”
If I agreed to this sponsorship, I’d have to see things even worse than this.
I might even have to personally watch the kids spread their legs… or watch them *do it*.
Because the “allowance” he’d give me would no doubt come with those strings attached.
I didn’t see it outright… but Harin *did* swallow Park Dong-chul’s cum right in front of me.
Even if I witnessed that scene firsthand, could I endure it?
Was that money *worth* it…?
“…P-Producer-nim.”
But.
More than money or anything else… there was something far more important to me.
Harin was being violated. Right before my eyes, taking that middle-aged bastard’s load under the desk.
And me, watching from the sidelines—
――My dick ached like it was going to explode.
Though it was too small to visibly bulge through my pants, going unnoticed by Park Dong-chul…
I was more turned on than anyone else in this damned room.
Our music twisted into nothing but a flirtatious act.
Harin’s mouth taking that bastard’s cum.
Imagining Harin being defiled—
I was rock-hard, completely consumed by madness.
And then I arrived at a thought I should *never* have entertained.
……If I took the sponsorship, I could watch this unfold *and* get paid for it.
Even knowing Harin could hear everything.
Even knowing she’d despise me for it.
For the sake of my own desires, I spat out the answer no manager—no decent human being—should ever give.
“………I’ll do it.”
Not for anything else… but pure lust. I sold our dreams.
“I’ll… take the sponsorship.”
*
I left the PD’s office.
“Producer-nim. I’ll head back in now.”
“Yep. I’ll call you when I’m done. Ngh… Yeah. Make sure you lick *everything* clean down there.”
On my way out, I bowed deeply toward Park Dong-chul—still forcing Harin under his desk to clean his dick—before leaving without so much as a glance.
Midnight approached.
The hallway was dim and abandoned.
All lights were off except for the faint glow of emergency exit signs.
I collapsed onto the dark hallway floor and unzipped my pants without hesitation.
My barely discernible cock was already slick with pre-cum.
I grabbed it.
Kneeling, I jerked off like a rabid animal.
“…Hah. Hah.”
*Slap slap slap slap slap.*
Harin’s panting.
Harin’s muffled whimpers of pain.
Even the faint scent of Harin’s body—only Park Dong-chul got to savor—flashed through my mind as I stroked furiously.
“Huff…… Huff!”
*Slap slap slap slap slap slap—!*
I turned up the audio from my earpiece.
Park Dong-chul’s voice rang out first.
“Keh heh heh. Bet you didn’t expect *this*, huh? Manager Jeon’s selling you all out.”
“…Manager-nim isn’t—”
Harin’s voice, muffled under the desk, lacked any echo.
“Manager-nim… must have his reasons for saying that.”
……Harin.
*Slap slap slap slap slap.*
“Ohhh? You’re saying that *knowing* he heard everything just now? That was *for* you, y’know.”
“…I know. I know, but…”
Harin’s voice hitched with suppressed sobs.
I’d hurt her again.
“For ‘s sake…!”
“That bastard just sold you all for a few hundred grand, you dumb bitch. Keh heh… Sure, he can *pretend* it’s for music show access. But sponsorships? Different story. What’s *that* got to do with being idols?”
“……”
“Hey, let’s cut the crap—this is *prostitution*. The product’s just idols, and the price tag’s fancier. And Manager Jeon just *approved* selling you all off.”
“…No… No, he wouldn’t… Manager-nim would never…”
“If Manager Jeon had *any* damn backbone, Harin… you wouldn’t have had to meet me at that hotel. ……Right?”
“………”
“That bastard doesn’t give a shit about you. It’s all about the money.”
“……”
Harin didn’t respond.
Only the sound of her shaky, stifled breaths filled the silence.
There was nothing I could say.
Because Park Dong-chul was right.
No—it was even *worse* than that.
I’d sold them not for money or … but my own fucking lust.
She could resent me all she wanted.
I *deserved* the hatred.
No—I *deserved* to be despised.
I was garbage.
And Harin was…….
“…Even so.”
“…Eh?”
“Even so… I still believe in Manager-nim.”
……What?
My chest constricted painfully.
“…Hah? Ohhh—oh, *man*…”
“If I ask Manager-nim later… I’m sure… he’ll explain why he did this.”
“Buddy—*nothing* changes the facts. Manager Jeon *sold* you.”
“When I first met you, Producer-nim… I thought similarly. But I know better than anyone… Manager-nim’s heart isn’t like that. That’s why… I’m still here now.”
No.
I don’t deserve that.
The truth is—
*Slap slap slap…! Slap slap slap…!*
“…Heh. Damn. You guys are *hilarious*.”
“Manager-nim isn’t like that. So I… I’ll do anything if it’s what he wants.”
The boundless trust Harin placed in me—
It paralyzed me, my knees locked in agony.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, Harin.
The me you believe in—
The real me is———
“…Hah……. ……Hey. Wait—don’t tell me you’re into *this*?”
Into *this*?
I had no idea what Park Dong-chul meant.
“Yes.”
Harin’s reply held no hesitation.
Park Dong-Chul paused briefly before breaking into laughter.
“Hah……. Keh heh. Ah… *Seriously*? Heh heh heh…”
“……”
“So *that’s* it… Keh heh heh heh! Man, this situation just got *way* more fun. Right? Keh heh heh…!”
“……”
Harin stayed silent as Park Dong-chul cackled like a madman.
“Hah! Love it. This is *gold*. Keh heh heh…! The sponsors will *lose their shit* over this. ……Those freaks *love* this kinda twisted dynamic. And *I* know ‘em best. Keh heh heh heh…!”
No clue what he meant—
But Park Dong-chul was clapping, overjoyed.
“Perfect. I’ll handle it just like Manager Jeon wants. And the cash’ll *flow*—trust me. Once I pitch this setup to the sponsors? They’ll *line up*. Just gotta frame this right……”
“…I don’t mind. ……I’m prepared.”
Harin…
“Keh heh heh heh! Yes! *Yes*! Exactly! Glad I kept you alone today. What a fucking *show*.”
“……”
“But… keh… We still got unfinished business, yeah?”
“…Ah.”
“Seeing you girls like this today… man. Got me hard *again*. Heh heh… So? What’re you gonna do about *this*?”
“………”
*Gulp.*
The sound of Harin swallowing reached my ears.
Whether it was resolve or just her wetting her lips again—I couldn’t tell.
But the words that followed made me *cum*—jerking off wildly, possessed by lust.
“Producer-nim’s cock……♡ Please… put it inside Harin’s pussy…♡”
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