episode_0097

#97

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“Would you… prefer it if I… did it with someone else?”

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“……….”

My body stiffens, unable to move.

Harin slightly lowers her head… meets my eyes for a moment, then looks away again.

She’s testing the waters.

I force out a clumsy smile as I finally exhale the breath I instinctively held.

“What… are you talking about? …That?”

Playing dumb.

“I-I mean… with another person. Doing… that.”

“I… don’t get what ‘that’ is supposed to mean.”

Of course, I knew exactly what Harin was referring to.

I knew… but I didn’t want to say it.

Why is this happening?

Why is Harin suddenly asking me this?

No matter how much I rack my brain, I can’t find an answer.

“D-do I… have to say it out loud?”

“…I won’t know unless you say it.”

Stop, Harin.

Why are you pushing through your embarrassment just to bring this up all of a sudden?

If it’s this painful, just drop it and talk about something else—

“Sex….”

Shattering my expectations, Harin whispers softly into my ear.

“Me… doing it with someone else… especially with Producer Park Dong-chul… having sex with him.”

She shifts subtly, and before I know it, she’s sitting right beside me.

“Manager-nim… you like seeing me have sex with other men… don’t you?”

The nature of the question has slightly changed as well.

This wasn’t just curiosity—it was closer to confirmation.

My sexual preference.

My kink.

That I… get off on overhearing Harin having sex with other men.

My voice trembles as I speak.

“W-what… are you talking about?”

“I know everything, Manager-nim… from the beginning. Ever since you first introduced me to Park Dong-chul… you were aroused, weren’t you?”

“……….”

I couldn’t deny it.

“During the music show days in the PD’s office, and last time at the dorm… Watching me have sex with the Producer… turned you on, didn’t it?”

“…N-no… I didn’t—”

I try to lie, though of course, Harin sees right through it.

“…So you’re saying no.”

Harin then—

Swoosh.

—casually places her hand on my thigh.

Her fingertips trace gently upward, creeping higher.

“…Then it wasn’t real?”

“…No, it wasn’t.”

Even as I answer, I can’t bring myself to meet Harin’s eyes.

If I do, she’ll see right through me.

That I really was turned on.

That I went beyond arousal… and masturbated listening to her having sex with Park Dong-chul.

One look, and she’d know.

“Then that time…”

“…Huh?”

“Why… did you touch yourself? When I was having sex with the Producer in the dorm…?”

“……”

“You came… I saw everything.”

“…Th-that was…”

“When we tried… you couldn’t even get hard.”

Swooosh.

Harin’s hand, now stroking over my pants, has settled firmly over my cock.

She’s touching me.

Her fingers are on me, yet…

“Yet the moment I mention someone else… you get hard instantly.”

“…I said… no.”

“But if that were true… you wouldn’t still be soft.”

Despite Harin’s hand on me, my cock remains completely flaccid.

No strain against my pants, no tension at all.

Even as her fingers rub and tease.

No matter how much she touches me.

I feel nothing.

Why?

Why… can’t I get aroused… when my girlfriend is touching me?

“Manager-nim.”

Harin’s voice changes.

Different from before.

Different from how she usually speaks to me.

The same voice I heard earlier… in the CEO’s office.

“…Do you realize… what I just did inside the CEO’s office?”

“Hnngh…!”

I know.

I know, but I can’t say it.

I can’t admit that I masturbated while eavesdropping on whatever happened in there.

“We all… went through so much sexual harassment and assault under the CEO… Did you know?”

“Hnngh… Harin…!”

Swish, swish, swish.

Her hand moves faster over my cock.

Not just moving—she grips it perfectly, stroking at just the right pace.

Like… she’s done this countless times before.

“Earlier… he buried his greasy face between my tits, grinding against me… groping my nipples like they belonged to him… You didn’t know, did you?”

“…Harin…”

“We all stood there in our underwear… letting him touch us wherever. Had to put his dick in my mouth and lick it too. He didn’t even wash it… so I had to clean him up with my tongue. My mouth still tastes like him. Manager-nim… Can’t you tell?”

“Nngh…!”

Swish-swish-swish-swish!

Her strokes grow even quicker.

And before I realize it—

My cock is fully erect.

Throbbing, surrendering to her rhythm.

“Just hearing about the CEO… and you’re already hard again, Manager-nim.”

“It’s… It’s not like that…!”

“Did you know? The CEO might seem like he’d have a small one because he’s fat… but even buried in fat, it’s bigger than yours… way thicker…”

Please.

Please. STOP.

“…And thick… Like Producer Park Dong-chul’s.”

“Ghkk—!”

“You know… the moment I saw it, my mind flashed back to when I fucked the Producer… I got wet instantly…”

HARIN, PLEASE—!

“I’m sorry… The only man I’ve slept with is him… So whenever I see another cock, I can’t help but compare… Oh, the CEO’s is a bit smaller than the Producer’s… Manager-nim’s isn’t even half…”

“NGHK—!”

“I wish… you could’ve gotten hard for me. Wished you wanted me… But look at you now.”

“GRRK—!”

Harin suddenly squeezes my cock.

Hearing her words, my erection pulses helplessly in her grip.

“Manager-nim, tomorrow… the Producer wants to see me before the broadcast…”

“…What?”

This was news to me.

I never heard about it from the Producer.

“He said… he doesn’t know what they’ll make us wear… so he wants to ‘inspect’ me first… Texted me to come to his office… alone… If I go…”

A schedule arranged just between Harin and Producer Park.

If she goes…

What happens next is obvious.

“Going means… we’ll probably have sex… Should I go?”

Harin doesn’t let go of my cock.

She asks a question no girlfriend should ever have to ask.

“H-Harin, that’s…!”

“…Yeah?”

“That… there’s a reason, right? There has to be…?”

If Harin meets Park Dong-chul, the reason is clear.

Either she needs something from him.

Or she’s avoiding repercussions by staying on his good side.

All of it… for .

Harin has always sacrificed herself… for .

“Well…”

Harin averts her gaze slightly.

“…He just asked me to come. No reason given.”

“…What?”

No threat of being cut from the broadcast.

No promise of favors in return.

…Nothing? Just like that?

“…But since he wants to ‘inspect’ me… I shouldn’t refuse, right? As the leader… I have to go… don’t I?”

Of course.

Of course, I should tell her not to go.

As her boyfriend.

As her manager.

Accepting such an unreasonable demand should never be an option.

“But if I go… we’ll definitely have sex… Right before the broadcast, telling the fans nothing… Letting the Producer use me however he wants… Even taking his cum inside me before going on stage… That’s bad, isn’t it?… Right?”

It’s wrong.

It’s wrong, but—

Harin… having sex again.

Pressed under Park Dong-chul again—

Moaning uncontrollably.

Stuffed with some other man’s cock instead of mine.

Learning pleasure without me.

“Why… Why does it have to be… *him*?”

“…Huh? Well…”

Harin brings her lips to my ear and whispers.

Her breath carries the faintest trace of the CEO’s dick.

“…Because Park Dong-chul was my first.”

“GHH—!!”

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLUUUUURT!!

My body convulses violently as I helplessly cum in my pants.

Harin’s hand lets go the moment I erupt.

Without her even touching me, I finish pathetically on my own.

“…Ah.”

“Nggh…! Ghh…! NNGGH—!”

Fuck.

FuckfuckfuckFUCK.

I clutch my fists, gasping for air.

But my strength is gone—I can’t do anything.

Harin carefully pulls away from me.

“…See? Manager-nim…”

She looks between my soaked groin and my face.

“Haah… Haah…!”

“You… only get off when I’m with someone else… Right?”

I’ve been exposed.

My deepest, most depraved kink—

Too filthy to even voice.

“…But… if it’s what you truly want…”

Harin stares at me with half-lidded eyes.

I try to avoid her gaze, but in them, I see something I’ve never seen before.

“…I wouldn’t mind… having sex with the Producer again…”

Without a doubt—

That was the look of a woman in heat.

“Ah… Hah…”

And I must look—

Just as much of an animal.

“…Go ahead.”