episode_0064

#64

“……PD-nim.”

The moment I opened my mouth to speak, my eyes met Harin’s.

“…….”

*Snap.* She turned her head away.

Harin-ah…

I had no idea what Harin thought of my words. Nor could I guess what was going through her mind.

Would she think it was unavoidable and be okay with it… or… Would she be disappointed in me for powerlessly handing her over to another man?

There was no way to know right now.

All I could do was cling to the last words Harin had left me with—that single, hollow reassurance.

Steeling myself, I opened my mouth toward Park Dong-chul, who was stroking his cock in front of Harin.

“…P-PD-nim. P-Please take care of… our Harin.”

“Take care of Harin?”

“P-Please… treat Harin… well.”

“Huh?”

The smirk on Park Dong-chul’s face instantly faded.

“Disappointing, Manager Jeon. Is that all you can say?”

“…Huh?”

“Make it hotter. Do I really have to spell it out for you? Me?”

“…*Hck.*”

*‘Hotter’?*

Was this bastard seriously treating my words like foreplay for himself?

I felt sick enough to vomit, but I swallowed it down.

Swallowed it.

And racked my brain again.

“I’ll try again. …PD-nim.”

“Go on.”

“P-Please… have sex with our Harin.”

I even bowed my head politely.

A man offering up his own girlfriend, presenting his own cock, and bowing his head.

That was me.

And yet—

“Still not enough.”

“P-Please… fuck Harin.”

*Flinch.*

I saw Harin’s body tremble slightly.

She was listening… and reacting to my words.

But regardless of Harin, Park Dong-chul let out a deep sigh.

“Tch~. Manager Jeon. You’re gonna kill the mood. What if I lose interest? Then I won’t do it, y’know?”

If he didn’t… things like variety show filming would be off the table.

“P-Please… put your cock… inside Harin’s pussy.”

“Hmm~.”

He played dumb.

“P-Please… fuck… the wet pussy of Harin, leader of the idol group … with your cock.”

“Hmm~.”

More feigned ignorance.

“P-Please… use your thick, middle-aged cock to taste… 23-year-old Harin’s pussy…”

“Hmm…”

*Tch…*

How much longer was he going to make me do this, this bastard…?!

At this point, frustration was flooding me more than humiliation or shame.

What did I have to do to satisfy him? What did I have to say…?

Desperately, I racked my brain for lines that would sexually gratify the middle-aged man in front of me.

From what I’d overheard in the in-ear… he liked it when they begged crudely.

Was that what he wanted from me too?

To beg crudely for him to fuck my girlfriend. To bow my head and plead…

Grinding my teeth, I spoke again.

“PD-nim… Please look at Harin in front of you.”

“Huh?”

Park Dong-chul turned his head to look at Harin.

He’d see her—legs spread wide and defenseless in front of his cock, waiting to be fucked.

“For four years as the innocent face of her girl group, she received the cheers of countless fans and became the object of men’s desires. Now, she’s naked, legs spread before you.”

“Oho…”

“Her F-cup breasts, untouched by any fan. Her dripping pussy, unseen by anyone else… is waiting for you now.”

“Hehe…”

“As… ’s manager, I bow my head and beg you… to thrust your thick cock into this girl’s pussy.”

I bent at a 90-degree angle again.

My vision lowered until I could no longer see them—only the lower part of the sofa.

On the floor, I saw the pants and underwear I’d just taken off.

And my own cock, still dangling uselessly in the air.

“Kehehe… If Manager Jeon begs like that… how could I refuse? Right, Harin?”

“Y-Yes…♡”

“How does it feel, knowing your manager is bowing his head to beg me to fuck you?”

“Th-That’s… umm……”

“What? You don’t like it?”

“N-No! It’s not that…! J-Just…”

“Just?”

“C-Could Manager-nim… not be here…?”

Harin’s shy voice.

“Keh, keheh…! Ah. That’s the issue?”

“Yes……”

“I thought you’d say, ‘Please use a condom like last time.’”

“That’s… okay.”

*Ugh…!*

Another raw sex permission from Harin.

Why… again?!

“Keheheheh…! So that’s fine?”

“Yes……”

“Even if I cum inside?”

“……Yes.”

“You like it when I fill you up?”

“……Yes♡”

No. Harin?

You don’t… mean that, right?

Maybe if I could see her face, I’d know.

But with my head bowed, I couldn’t see Harin’s expression. All I saw was the lower part of the sofa.

Whatever was happening above it…

“Well then, Manager Jeon. Harin gave the okay. I’ll cum inside. That fine?”

*Like hell it is.*

If she ended up pregnant like that other girl group member from before…!

“Right?”

But.

I had no right to refuse now. Harin knew that too…

“……Yes.”

“Say it properly.”

“Please… cum inside Harin.”

“Cum what?”

“Please… fill her with your semen.”

My own permission for a creampie.

It really hit me then—there was no turning back.

“Keheheh…! Can’t say no when you both beg like that. Ah—don’t straighten up yet.”

I’d started to rise but bowed again.

“Harin said she doesn’t want you watching. Stay bowed. Keheh… No peeking.”

……What?

“I’ll let you listen as a courtesy. Heheh… Listen close. If it turns you on, feel free to jerk off.”

*Damn it.* *Damn it damn it damn it.*

Even now, at this stage…

I wasn’t even *allowed* to watch…?

Not even allowed to see Harin get fucked by this man…?

I clenched my fists.

My hands trembled violently.

All I saw was the carpet on the floor and my own shaking right hand atop it.

In my mind, I was using that hand to punch Park Dong-chul’s face.

But my hand moved somewhere else instead.

Down to my lower half. To my cock. I gripped my small dick.

*Hng…*

Holding it made it all too real.

Compared to Park Dong-chul’s thick, veined cock, mine could be fully gripped with fingers to spare.

All I could do was hold it and tremble.

“Tch. Well then…”

“Hh, hhng…! Hhaah…!”

Harin’s moans rang out right in front of me.

But I couldn’t see.

Only her hand gripping the edge of the sofa was visible from below.

Harin’s hand… clutched the sofa tightly. As if holding back something with all her strength.

“Hhaaah…! Ahhng…!”

*Squelch…!*

The sound of skin meeting wetness, and Harin’s fingers clenched harder.

“Heh… It’s going in easier now, huh?”

“Hhng…♡ Hhng…!”

“Mhm. Got it. Hold on a bit. Just a little… Hah!”

*Thwack!*

“Hhaaah…! Haaah!”

“Too rough?”

“Hhng…♡ Hhng…!”

“You like it?”

“Hhng…♡ Nngh……”

Though Harin’s moans were barely coherent, Park Dong-chul seemed to understand perfectly, replying smoothly.

“Then I’ll keep going. Hah!”

*Slap!*

“Hhaah…♡!”

“Hah!”

*Slap!*

“Hhng…♡!”

Harin’s hand on the sofa cushion showed no sign of loosening.

If anything, her grip only tightened.

*Slap!*

“Hhaaah…!”

The sound of flesh slapping, the violent shaking visible even from below.

*Aah…*

Harin.

Harin was… right in front of me, and—!

“Want it faster?”

“Hhng…! Y-Yes…!”

The moment Harin answered, her hand began shaking repeatedly.

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*

“Haaah! Hah…! Ngh…! Nhh…! Hhng…!”

Every thrust drew another moan from Harin.

Her hand trembled wildly before finally releasing the cushion and disappearing back onto the sofa.

Now even her arm was out of sight.

All that remained was sound.

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*

“Hhaah! Haaah! Hhaah…! Ahhng…!”

The live performance of Harin’s sweet cries.

She was right in front of me… Right here, yet I couldn’t even *see*.

The only thing permitted to me was—

Listening to Harin’s moans… And jerking off.

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*

*Tug. Tug. Tug. Tug.*

I matched my strokes to the sound of Park Dong-chul’s hips slamming into her.

The force behind each thrust was overwhelming, yet my own hand movements were pitiful in comparison.

But even that was enough stimulation.

“Hah. Hah. Hah…!”

“Hhaah…♡! Haaah…♡! Hhaaah…♡!”

Harin’s moans grew louder, unrestrained now.

With every snap of Park Dong-chul’s hips, another cry spilled from her lips.

The sounds of her being impaled by his cock…

And as I listened—

“Hhh…! Hah…!”

I grew excited.

Jerking off.

And began to smile.