Chapter Index

    #48

    Late at night.

    Harin must have been tired as she’d fallen asleep early.

    I was feeling a bit exhausted too, so I closed my eyes for a bit next to Harin but woke up because my throat was dry.

    I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat on the living room couch.

    The dorm, usually bustling with noise, was quiet today.

    Aside from Harin, who was asleep, no one else was here.

    Se-ah must still be out having fun.

    Sarang… I doubt she’d still be on a date at this hour. Maybe she’s on her way back soon.

    Eun-chae said she’d call me tomorrow morning, but……

    Still, the one I’m most worried about is undoubtedly Eun-chae.

    Just in case, when I drove Eun-chae to the bus terminal this morning, I asked her repeatedly if everything was really okay, but each time, she insisted nothing was wrong—brushing off any signals I tried to send.

    I don’t know what she’s thinking or why she’s acting like this.

    But if she’s genuinely being blackmailed with photos, then I need to take action no matter what.

    Yet… how?

    No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with a solid plan.

    Then—

    [Incoming Call – Sarang♡Forever]

    ……Manager Han Myeong-su?

    Is the date over?

    I immediately answered.

    “Hello?”

    “…….”

    There was no response.

    Thinking the call might be muffled, I raised my voice.

    “Hello? Hello! Manager Han?”

    Still, no answer.

    A wrong number?

    Just as I moved my finger to end the call, I suddenly heard something.

    “Sarang. Over here.”

    Manager Han Myeong-su’s voice.

    He’s with Sarang?

    At this hour?

    Where the hell…

    A bad feeling flickered through me, but I quickly dismissed it.

    No way.

    The first time I met Han Myeong-su was three years ago.

    From then until now, he’s been a consistent fan of Sarang, and though I’ve seen many sides of him…

    I was absolutely sure he was a good person.

    He diligently attended events, sent fan support, and even took on burdens no one else would.

    He was so passionate you’d never believe he was in his 50s.

    Above all else, he was someone who always put and Sarang first.

    “Sarang.”

    “Ugh… Ah! Yeah. Yeah!”

    Sarang’s voice came through too.

    They’re definitely together.

    But what are they doing?

    “……I’ll… give it to you.”

    “……Okay.”

    What did Manager Han just say?

    It was too quiet to make out.

    From the echoing sound, it seemed like he had the speakerphone on, holding the phone slightly away.

    I took out my earphones, turned up the volume, and only then could I hear a bit more clearly.

    *Ssshh… Sssh… Ssshk.*

    ……What kind of sound is this?

    It’s sort of… a rustling noise.

    Then, *thump*. Something fell.

    Still impossible to tell what it was.

    Neither of them spoke for a while.

    “Down there too.”

    “…….”

    ……No clue what “down there” meant.

    But somewhere in my memories, a similar sound surfaced—one tied to an unpleasant recollection.

    This was just like…

    The sounds I heard when Harin went to the hotel with Park Dong-chul.

    The sound of clothes brushing against skin.

    ……No way.

    It can’t be.

    When Manager Han explained the date plans yesterday…

    He proudly showed me a meticulously prepared schedule, referencing Sarang’s vlogs and livestreams.

    At first, when he said he wanted a date, I was wary—was this really just talk? Or was he after her body, like with Harin?

    But seeing how sincere he was, I figured it was okay to trust him.

    Manager Han swore this would be one date and nothing more.

    And Sarang…

    She might be unpredictable, but she’s reliable when it comes to these things.

    If anything happened—if she felt uncomfortable—she’d react immediately.

    She’s confident and composed. Not someone who’d get trapped easily.

    That’s why I trusted her enough to let her go.

    I even reminded her to call if anything happened.

    But……

    What the hell is happening right now?

    The rustling continued for a while.

    ……Sounds like blankets.

    No, probably something else.

    Then—*creak*—followed by a groaning noise.

    An old chair, maybe?

    I strained my ears, catching fragmented sounds, but couldn’t make out what was happening.

    After a long silence, Sarang’s voice came through cautiously.

    “Hn… Hnngh… Ugh…….”

    A whimpering sound.

    At the same time, another noise started blending in.

    *Schllrp… Schlllp… Schllrrp.*

    That’s…

    The sound of licking. Or sucking.

    ………No.

    A wave of unease rose, but I forced it down.

    Still, my suspicions deepened.

    There’s no way, right…?

    *“Hnngh…! Hngghh…! Uh-hnngh…!”*

    Sarang’s voice jumped out suddenly.

    Ah.

    This isn’t crying.

    It’s more like…

    Moaning. Like she’s feeling pleasure.

    It can’t be.

    The plan was just a date.

    There was never any mention of staying over… or having sex.

    Yesterday, I carefully broached the subject with Han Myeong-su, but he just reassured me:

    *“Manager, don’t worry. I really… adore Sarang.”*

    So I thought it’d be fine.

    But…

    *“Uh-hngh… Hngghh… Uhh…”*

    Sarang’s panting breaths kept slipping out.

    At this point, anyone listening would recognize it—the unmistakable moans of pleasure.

    Sarang is feeling it.

    I don’t know where, or how, but—

    Sarang is right now, entangled with Han Myeong-su—her father-aged fan—

    ……moaning as she gives in to pleasure.

    They’re… doing it.

    Having sex.

    Hopelessness weighed down my limbs, but my ears stayed glued to the sounds coming through the earphones.

    *“Hnngghh… Uh-hngh… Hnngh…!”*

    Did he pin her down?

    Sarangi?

    Why would Han call me… What’s the point?

    I couldn’t fathom his intentions.

    The only certainty was—this call wasn’t an accident.

    He deliberately called so I could hear.

    So I could listen while he forced himself on Sarang.

    She wouldn’t have agreed willingly.

    Despite her carefree demeanor, Sarang has firm boundaries.

    Even if it means getting flak from fans, she draws the line clearly.

    She clings playfully to me or the other members, but never to strangers.

    Did he overpower her? But Sarang’s reactions aren’t panicked.

    If he’d forced her, she’d be screaming by now.

    Instead, this is clearly… blackmail.

    Just like what happened to Harin and Eun-chae.

    Threatening to ruin if she refuses…

    Did he use the same threat on Sarang?

    *“You don’t have to hold back, Sarang.”*

    *Schllrp…*

    *“Hnnghh…!? Uh… ngh!”*

    Sarang’s moans grew more frantic.

    *“……Sarang.”*

    *“Hnngh… Uh…?”*

    *“You smell so lewd.”*

    What the hell?

    Something about their exchange felt off.

    ……Why does he sound so affectionate?

    It doesn’t sound like coercion.

    Han Myeong-su isn’t exuding the same revolting aura as Park Dong-chul or that bastard from “Venus.”

    This is just…

    *“Hnnghh…! Hnghhh…!”*

    *“I told you not to hold back, Sarang.”*

    *“I-I caaan’t…! Not like… haah…!”*

    Just… normal.

    Like two lovers… That kind of feeling.

    *Schllrrp… Schlllp… Schllrrp!*

    The sucking sounds intensified.

    I still couldn’t tell where he was licking, but faint wet noises gave me a vague idea.

    *“Hnnghh…! Hnggh… Uhhn…!”*

    Right now—

    Han Myeong-su’s mouth is between Sarang’s legs,

    licking her most intimate spot.

    *“Haaaahh…!!”*

    A sudden loud moan made me reflexively cover my ears.

    Sarang… makes sounds like this?

    Hearing them for the first time left me stunned.

    *“S-Sarang… That sound just now…”*

    I wasn’t the only one surprised.

    Han Myeong-su too…

    *“I’ll take care of you more.”*

    *“Wha…? Wai—hngh…! Haaahh…!!”*

    Ah.

    *Schllrp… Schllrrp… Schllllrp…!*

    The licking grew rougher.

    *“Haaahh…! Haah…! Uh-hnngh…!”*

    Sarang’s moans escalated in turn.

    *“Haah…! Hah…! Th-There… Uhh…!”*

    The first time I’ve ever heard Sarang like this.

    *“Ahh… Uh… Hngh…!”*

    No matter how much I denied it—there was no mistaking these sounds.

    *Schlllp… Schlrp.*

    *“Uh… Haaahh…!! Haaah…”*

    Sarang was climaxing.

    Tipped over the edge by Han Myeong-su’s tongue.

    *“Hnnghh… Hnghh…!”*

    It must be blackmail.

    It has to be.

    If it’s not…

    *“Pa… Papa… J-Just a little…!”*

    Sarang’s voice.

    ‘Papa’?

    She’s calling him that?

    Are they roleplaying father and daughter?

    *“Just a little more?”*

    *“N-no… L-Let me… catch my breath. Huh?”*

    *“No.”*

    *“Hnngh!? Uh-hngh…! Pa… Papa…!”*

    …Ah.

    Aahhh.

    No room for doubt now.

    Sarang is melting under Han Myeong-su’s touch, panting helplessly.

    Spreading her legs wide, offering herself, shamelessly being licked there—

    *“Uh-hnghhh…!! Haaahh…!!”*

    *Squelch! Splssh! Splssh!*

    Moans bursting forth explosively.

    And unmistakable wet sounds.

    No matter how much I resisted, there was only one conclusion.

    *“Uh-hnnghh…”*

    Sarang had hit her peak.

    She gave her body to a fan—and thoroughly indulged in pleasure.

    A side of Sarang I’d never seen before.

    Loving it. Panting. Moaning shamelessly.

    Just imagining it—

    I felt myself hardening again.

    …Damn it.

    Why?

    It wasn’t like this with Harin.

    All I’m doing is listening to Sarang, who isn’t even my girlfriend,

    getting pleasured by another man.

    So why does my dick hurt like it’s about to explode…?

    *“……Sarang.”*

    *“Hngh… Hngh… Yesss…”*

    *“Did it feel good?”*

    Han Myeong-su’s voice, addressing a limp Sarang.

    I pulled out my throbbing cock, careful not to lose control.

    *“Yeesss…”*

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