episode_0105
by admin
#105
“……….”
I couldn’t answer.
Even if my lips parted, no coherent words came out.
“Huh? …So which is it? Foolish Oppa. Do you not like Harin unnie much? Or is it something else…….”
Sarang stared at me through half-lidded eyes, as if she already knew everything.
Her gaze said she already had the answer, that she just needed me to say it out loud.
What should I say?
How do I get out of this situation…?
“Foolish Oppa. Be honest with me. …Okay? I don’t mind either way. Whichever it is……. I can give you what you want.”
“…What?”
Sarang tightly grasped my hand.
Her actions were those of a shy, confessing girl.
But the words coming out of her mouth were anything but.
“If Harin unnie isn’t enough, I’ll become your best. I can drop that guy in a heartbeat if you just say the word. I’ll pretend it was just a momentary slip. But if it’s something else… if you want something different, I can do that too. Better than you’d expect. I’ll do… whatever you want.”
“……….”
I gulped.
“……So?”
I could feel Sarang’s fingers teasingly brushing against me.
She leaned in close, her face flushed.
“I……….”
I had Harin.
But the other girls…….
Of course, their figures, their faces—they were idols, after all, so naturally, they were stunning.
Pretending I’d never noticed? That would be a lie.
Even Sarang.
She’d cling to me, press against me, say suggestive things.
I *had* been aware of her.
Aware, but—
I was their manager. She was an idol.
So I forced myself to ignore it.
Played dumb whenever she teased me.
But deep down—
Deep down, when I’d overheard the others having sex with men…
I got just as aroused as I did with Harin.
The four hours I spent silently listening to Sarang and that man?
It drove me wild—spilled enough seed to match.
For six years, she’d clung to me, cooed at me, said I was the only one she liked.
And when I heard her lose her virginity to some old man while crying out—
I lost my mind.
Even now.
Looking at Sarang’s body now.
Feeling her chest barely brush against me.
I could *see* it—someone grinning from behind as they pawed at her.
“You’re her manager—you can’t touch her, right?”
A visual that could dominate anywhere.
The slim waist and chest of a twenty-one-year-old idol.
Another man grabbing, groping.
That man—*Han Myungsu*—does just that.
Just imagining it makes me—
hard again.
“………?”
“S-Sarang, I……….”
“……Foolish Oppa.”
One of Sarang’s hands slid down, ghosting over my body.
Her fingers found my lower half.
More precisely—the part of me throbbing with blood.
“Wow…. Oppa. …Hehe. What’s this?”
“Ngh— Sarang, wait—”
“Huh? This……. Could it be—”
With practiced ease, like she’d done this countless times—
Sarang dragged her fingertips along my length.
“Did… I do this to you?”
“N-No…! That’s not—!”
“Want… to know why I’m happy?”
“Sarang… your hand—!”
*Swipe. Swiipe.*
“So I *can* excite you… You don’t totally hate me… You *do* notice me a little… Is that it?”
“Please……!”
“I can… make you hard too. I can make you feel good. My beloved Foolish Oppa. I *can* beat Harin unnie.”
Her fingers rubbed against the tip, circling it again and again—
“Ah……?”
Then suddenly—she pulled away.
I could’ve *come.* But the moment the stimulation stopped, my cock just twitched pathetically.
*Damn it…! Just a little more—why’d you stop—?!*
“……So, Oppa. Which is it?”
Sarang’s expression made it clear—
If I didn’t answer, those hands wouldn’t touch me again.
I loved Harin most.
I was Harin’s boyfriend.
But I was also—
An irredeemable pervert. Something Harin already knew.
A depraved man who’d toss aside morals for lust.
And *that* part of me…
Couldn’t resist the stimulation this pretty girl was offering.
“Sarang……. I……….”
I ended up confessing everything to her.
Only then did Sarang grin—*satisfied*—and tightly grip my cock.
That day, I came harder than I ever had before.
*
“A-Ah, Oppa… You’re back.”
“Foolish Oppa. Aren’t you too late? The fans have been lining up forever.”
Returning from the bathroom, I saw Se-a and Sarang had resumed their “fan-signing and photo session”—really just a front for merchandise sales.
A long line of men already waited, eager for a photo with Sarang or Se-a.
“Oppa! Take a photo of me with this fan. Oh, come here, please.”
Handed a greasy phone, I saw Sarang standing shoulder-to-shoulder with some otaku.
Shoulder-to-shoulder—*pressed* against him.
“Hahht…! Could you scoot a bit closer? Otherwise, you might not fit in the frame.”
“H-Hahah…! R-Really?! I can?!”
“Yeah! You’re my fan, after all… Like this…?”
*Ahh.*
Sarang linked arms with that filthy otaku.
Her chest brushed against his arm, slightly pressed.
“Uhh—Hnhhgh…!”
“Look at the camera! Heart~!”
She struck a cute pose, hearts with her hands—
Capturing *proof* of this moment.
Sarang and the otaku *linked.* Sarang’s chest *pressed.* His shameless stare. And—
Her *lewd* smirk, directed at me—like she was asking, *”You like this, don’t you, Oppa?”*
*Aahhh…*
Even after just cleaning up, precum oozed out again.
“……Huh?”
Just as I handed the camera back, Se-a’s voice came from the side.
“*Pant*, *pant*…! S-So… g-give me everything…! All of it…!”
Turning, I saw some man thrusting his card at Se-a.
From the empty line behind him, he seemed to be the last customer.
“H-Here…! E-Everything left…! Right?! That’s okay, right?!”
…What? Don’t tell me—
He’s buying *all* of it?
One full box of albums remained.
Three boxes of various goods.
At minimum, that’d sell for ten million won.
“Huh? B-But how will you carry all this…?”
“D-Don’t worry about that! J-Just… sell everything to… me!”
“Um… Excuse me, but what’s the occasion?”
I quickly stepped in, scanning him up and down.
“Ngh… goods…! I-I want them all! Why won’t you sell?! I *have* the money!”
Slobbering as he shoved his card at me.
Nothing special about it—just some ordinary credit card.
Except—
I *know* this guy from somewhere.
“D-Do you know how much of a fan I am…?! *Pant.* You *have* to sell to me! *Pant.* Quick— hurry up and charge me!”
Breath ragged with every word. Hulking frame. Loud voice.
I *definitely* remember his face.
For good reason.
…Last week—
He was the otaku who *raced* toward during their music show filming.
“*Pant*, *pant*…! If I buy it all…! I get photos with Sarang and Se-a…! Right?! I-I saw the others… *Pant.* Ahead of me…!”
“Ah, ahaha… W-Well…….”
Se-a glanced at me nervously.
Of course, unloading all this stock here would be a profit for us.
How he’d carry it? Not my problem.
But an otaku buying *this much*—
One who’d *charged* at last week—
He’d make demands under the guise of “sales.” That much was obvious.
“*Pant*…!! *Pant*…! Se-Se-a…! Sarang…! Hah… *Hahah*…!”
Already, he was leering at Se-a, drooling like a mutt.
A blacklisted fan—should’ve kicked him out immediately.
With his record, no one would blame me.
But if we could sell *everything* here…
“Wow~! You’re buying *all* this?”
Then—
Sarang stepped between us.
Her eyes flicked to me for half a second before she turned to the otaku.
“Hahht~! You’re amazing~! What do you do? You must be rich!”
“Hah… *Pant*…! J-Just… a small business…!”
“Wow~! So cool~! I like capable guys like you…”
*Why—*
*Why are you looking at me while saying this, Sarang?*
“If you buy everything, you get autographs *and* photos… But we have *so* little time for signing… And we have pre-recording soon…”
“N-No…! *Pant.* Please!! I-I’m buying it all… j-just for the photo!”
*This damn otaku freak.*
Not even checking his volume—already yelling.
“Sir. Please lower your voice—”
“Hmm~? So photos are your goal?”
Ignoring me, Sarang closed the distance—grabbing the otaku’s hand.
“*Pant*…! P-Photo…! W-With …!”
“Then… wanna take some in our waiting room?”
Again—
Sarang glanced my way.
Of *course* I had to nod.
No other choice.
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