episode_0087

**#87**

Squelch…! Squelch…!

The bastard thrusts his waist, colliding with Se-a’s thighs.

Se-a lets out uncontrollable moans with every movement he makes.

*”Hnngghh…♡! Hnngh…♡! Haaah…♡!”*

*”Tsk…! What kind of tightness is this…?!”*

*”Uggghhh……♡! Uhnnn…♡!”*

The sound of the creaking bed grows wilder as Se-a’s voice rises higher.

*”Whoa… She’s just…!”*

*”Hnnnngghh…♡! Hhhgrkk……♡!!”*

*Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡*

*”Damn… Tsk. She’s a complete prodigy, huh?”*

*”Hhaah…♡ Uhhhnn……!”*

*Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch…♡*

The wet friction between Se-a’s pussy and his dick repeats relentlessly.

After thrusting for a while, he suddenly stops.

*”Tsk…. Hold on. Whew…….”*

*”……Hnngh…….”*

*”Whew…. Hey. You… What kind of pussy is this?”*

*”Hnn… What?”*

He stops moving and suddenly laughs.

*”Heh, hehe… You really got some kind of pussy training, huh? That grip is insane….”*

*”……Nnn…….”*

*”Man… No wonder people go crazy over fucking idols. The guys from were the same.”*

*”W-what are you…?”*

*”Stay just like that.”*

*Squelch…!*

*”Hhh—Ahhhn…♡!”*

The sound of his cock sliding back in.

*”Hiiikk…♡! T-there……!”*

*”Kghhh…! The moment it hits here, she clenches like crazy. Huh?”*

*”Hnngghh…! Hnngghh……♡!”*

Even without his hips moving, Se-a keeps moaning as if she can’t hold back.

I’ve heard those kinds of moans before.

The same moans she made when she was with those bastards.

But back then… she wasn’t in her right mind.

Now, Se-a isn’t like that. She’s fully aware—even determined—as she lies there.

*”Hhhnnnghh…! Hnnnghh…♡”*

Still, her moans… are unmistakably the same as yesterday’s.

*”Heh, heheh…! Manager-nim? …Manager Jeon?”*

Without even thrusting, still buried inside her, he suddenly calls out to me.

…Should I answer?

Even as I hesitate, my hand keeps frantically moving under my pants.

*”No need to answer. I know you’re listening. Hehehe….”*

…I *am* listening.

*”Damn……. You really raised her well, huh? I gotta admit, your producing skills are undeniable.”*

…What the hell is he even saying?

*”Like this. Hah!”*

*”Hhnnnghh…♡!”*

*”Turning her into such a lewd idol……. Right?”*

*THUD!*

Every time he finishes a sentence, his hips snap forward.

*”Hnnnngh♡!”*

And with each thrust, Se-a moans shamelessly—high-pitched sounds I’ve never heard before.

*”Heh! All this…! Isn’t it thanks to you shaping her into this, Manager Jeon?”*

I……

I *never* raised her to be like this.

Just… just to be an idol loved by fans…….

*”Haaaahhhhn…! H-haah…♡”*

*”Tsk! Her pussy’s so fucking hot it’s like my dick’s getting branded… plus, the way she squeezes—*tsk*—like she’s about to snap it off.”*

What the……

What the *fuck* is your point?

*”I wanted to give my thanks… heh! …to the manager who raised Se-a-ssi into such a ripe woman. Kekeke….”*

*”Hnngh…! Hhhggkk…♡!”*

I didn’t raise Se-a to be fucked by trash like you.

Not for someone like *you*……!

*”The way her pussy twitches inside… Heh! The way her tits bounce so obscenely…! Heh! Too bad you never got to taste her yourself, Manager-nim.”*

*”Hhuuukk…!!”*

She wasn’t raised so bastards like you could have your way with her…….

*”But don’t worry. I’ll enjoy her enough for both of us. Hehe… Just sit back and listen. Ah, over the phone, of course.”*

*”Hnngghh…♡! Hhhhhnnngh……♡!!”*

With that,

he starts moving his hips again—*taunting* me.

*Creak. Squelch♡ Creak. Squish…♡*

*”Hnnnnghh! Hn! Hn! Hn! Hnngghhh…!”*

Se-a’s moans grow more desperate with each passing second.

*”Keheheh… Se-a. How does it feel getting railed by me instead of those pricks? Huh?”*

*”Hnnngh…! H-hhuuukk……♡!”*

*”ANSWER.”*

*”Hhaah…! Ugh……♡ I-It’s… good…”*

*”Not convincing enough.”*

*”It’s good…! So good……♡!”*

*”What feels good?”*

*”G-getting… ff-filled…! S-so… good…! Hhhggnnhh…♡!”*

*THUD♡ THUD♡ SLAP♡ THUD♡*

*”I’m better than those fucks, right?”*

*”Y-yes… y-yes…Ah! Hhhgknn…♡!”*

*”LOUDER!”*

*”Y-you’re…! B-better than……! The… oppas……!”*

*”Kekeke……. So you’ll spread those slutty legs for me anytime I want, like we agreed?”*

*”…Y-yes, yesss…! Hnngghh…♡! A-anytime…! I’ll……! Give you my pussy… whenever…… Hhnnngh…♡!”*

Tsk…

Se-a……

*”Poor Se-a. Wonder what could’ve been if that photo never got taken, huh? Right? Keheh…!”*

*”Hhhnnnghk…♡! Uggghhhkh……♡!”*

If *you* had just… stayed out of it…… She wouldn’t have ended up like this……!

*”Might as well leak the damn photo already. Never thought of that, huh? Hah!”*

*THUD! THUD! THUD!*

It’s not like I *haven’t* thought about it.

Se-a probably… has too.

But her decision was this.

Stopping the photos—even if it meant giving her body to this bastard.

That choice… *wasn’t* for herself.

Only……

*”It’s o—hk… okay……! I’m fi… ine……!”*

Moaning uncontrollably, Se-a keeps forcing out words.

*I’m okay.*

*”Tsk…! What? What’s *okay*?!*

*”I’m f—hnnngh…! Oppa……! Hhhkhh…! I’m… fine……! Hngghh…!”*

*”Huh? Tsk…! What are you talking about?!”*

*”I……! Hngghh…! I don’t—hhkhh mind…… Hhaaaahhhhn…!!”*

Again and again, she repeats it—*I’m okay*.

Those words… weren’t meant for *him*.

They were for *me*—listening on the phone.

She *knew* I’d worry, so she forced them out… to ease my guilt.

*”……Se-a.”*

I whisper her name, knowing she can’t hear me anymore.

*THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!*

*”Hhhkknnhhh…! Hhhaaahhhhn…!!”*

Drowned out by violent thrusts and sobbing moans, my voice never reaches her.

*”…Se-a……”*

*”Hhhkknnghh…! Hnngghh…! Oppa…! Hhnnngh…! Oppa……!”*

Again and again, she calls for *me*—

Like she’s begging for help.

Facing this alone… bearing the consequences like this…

For a 20-year-old like her… it’s too much.

After yesterday, I was the first person she called.

Even now… she’s *still* calling for me.

To Se-a…… I’m the one she trusts most.

The one who *should* be able to save her.

But I……

*”Hhhhuuuhhh…! Hhaaaaahhhhn……!”*

…Couldn’t save her.

Helpless, all I do now… is listen as she’s taken again—

Pathetically rubbing my own dick.

*”Hnnnghh…! Hhaaahhhhn…! O…Oppa……! O……ppa……!”*

Her desperate voice pleading for me—

*”Gnnhh…….”*

—while staring at her nude photos—

I stroke myself like a madman.

*Se-a.*

*Se-aSe-aSe-aSe-a…….*

*”Oppa~. We’re close enough in age, so I can call you Oppa, right?”*

*”Oppa! I finished practicing today. Did I do well? Go on, praise me!”*

*”Oppa! How was our first performance? Huh? Did we do okay?”*

*”We’ll make it big someday… Right? Right, Oppa?”*

*Creakcreakcreakcreakcreakcreak♡*

*”……Se-a.”*

*”Tsk! I’m close! I’m gonna fill this idol pussy up!”*

*”…Hhhhaaaaahhhhn………!!”*

*SPLURT! SPURT! SPLAT!!*

*SPLURT! SPURT! SPURT!*

With Se-a’s climax—

Me and the bastard cum in unison.

My seed stains inside my pants.

And his… floods deep inside Se-a.

Her pussy, filled with another man’s marks.

*”Hhhhnnnghh……! Uhnnn♡”*

*”Hahh. Hahh. Ha, haha…! I… I came inside an idol pussy. Fucking *did* it. Hehe……!”*

Listening to his deranged laughter—

And Se-a’s exhausted, tearful breaths—

*”…….”*

I stare numbly at the mess I’ve made on my pants.

*”Heh. Hah…! Manager-nim. Mind if I go again?”*

Another meaningless question.

Of course, my answer hasn’t changed.

*”………Yes.”*

I have to endure.

For this…

…Because only then can I protect .

—

**The Next Day**

I was summoned to the CEO’s office.

*”You called for me. President…… sir.”*

Inside…

A man I’ve never seen before sits waiting.

*”Ah. There you are. Uh… Your name was…….”*

*”…Jeon Hogu. Manager of .”*

*”Ah. Right. Manager Jeon Hogu. Heard a lot about you. You handle , correct?”*

*”Yes.”*

So… it happened after all.

Behind the desk sits a young man—

Younger than *me*, even.

I recall Han Myung-su mentioning his age… early 20s.

Still…

Thick-rimmed glasses. Unkempt skin. Skinny arms, bloated torso—typical pig build.

A tucked-in dress shirt, *suspenders* of all things…

Nothing about him screams *entertainment CEO*.

If I had to compare him to someone in the industry…

He fits the mold of those hardcore otakus blacklisted at fan events.

*”Uheheh…. Looking forward to working with you.”*

He extends a hand.

Reluctantly, I shake it.

His palm *reeks* of grease.

*”……….”*

But I don’t react.

From now on…

This otaku-looking bastard is our new CEO.

How the hell did he win the power struggle against our former president is beyond me…

*”Uhuhuhu……. Shall we talk over here?”*

*”Ah, …yes.”*

The pig gestures lazily toward his desk.

Clasping my hands politely, I stand before him.

*”Uhuhu…. Just needed to brief you on a few matters, Manager Jeon.”*

His smirk unnerves me.

An inexplicable dread creeps in.

*”……Understood.”*

*”Let’s disband . Their activities end here.”*