episode_0106
by admin
# 106
*“Ughh…! Mmm… Huuhhk!”*
The otaku bastard’s breathing alone was disgusting.
Gasping roughly, he wiped away the sweat dripping down his face with his hand and rubbed it on his clothes.
His clothes were already stained with sweat, and of course… the stench was revolting.
*“Aha~! Come over here, rich oppa!”*
Sarang took the otaku’s hand and led him to a corner of the waiting room.
A small space partitioned off from the main room.
In an instant, it was filled with the otaku’s foul odor.
*“Se-a too! This way!”*
*“Uh, yeah….”*
When Sarang gestured, Se-a reluctantly followed toward where the otaku was.
*“Huuhk…. Huuhk…!”*
*“Oppa, want to come to the middle? Over here… Oh, you can sit on this chair. Here, take a seat….”*
Sarang treated the otaku with unnatural smoothness.
After years of dealing with fans, the girls were used to this kind of thing—
but today, Sarang was particularly, unsettlingly enthusiastic.
I could tell she was doing it to get a reaction out of me, glancing over repeatedly with meaningful looks.
*“Nnngh….”*
*Creak.*
The chair’s about to break.
Se-a covered her mouth in barely concealed horror, but Sarang casually stepped up beside him as if it were nothing.
*“Se-aya! Se-a, you too. Yeah. Right there. Since this is our ‘special fan’ who bought all our merch. Shouldn’t we take good care of him? Right?”*
*“Uh, yeah….”*
Se-a nodded and stood side by side with the otaku.
I opened the camera app on my phone and slowly adjusted the frame.
*“Huuhk…! Huuhk…! Sarang and Se, Se-a right next to me…!”*
*“We’ll take lots of pics~. Oppa, be good, okay?”*
Sarang was definitely saying that to *me*.
As if telling me to watch closely what she was about to do.
*“Then… Oh, since it’s the first one, why don’t we pose like this? Like a heart. Se-a.”*
*“Huh? Okay….”*
*“Yeah. Like that. Ah, Oppa, you can pose however you want.”*
*“Huuhk…! Ye, yeah…!”*
On either side of the revolting otaku, Sarang and Se-a each formed half of a heart shape.
Unsure what to do, the otaku in the middle… just flashed a peace sign.
Probably because he didn’t know how to pose,
but to me… it looked like a victor’s gesture.
*“……Then I’ll count. One, two….”*
*Click!*
Sarang’s bright smile and Se-a’s forced one were preserved in digital form.
For idols, this kind of photo op was routine—
but taking them myself was different.
And above all… Sarang’s deliberate attempts to provoke me weren’t normal.
*“Next time… Oppa, move a little….”*
Sarang shifted slightly, pressing herself closer to the otaku.
Close enough to touch… no, *already* touching.
Se-a, taking Sarang’s cue, slid her hip slightly toward him too.
*“………”*
*“Oppa! Take it like this! Let’s each pose however we want~.”*
*“Nnngh…! Huuhk…! Hhnghhk…!”*
The otaku smiled at me, breathing disgustingly fast.
*“M-Manager…? H-Hurry up. Huuhk…! Sa, Sarang and Se-a are… hngh…! Like this…!”*
*“Urgh…….”*
I was supposed to stop this kind of thing.
But right now… I wasn’t.
The bastard had been inching his hands toward Sarang and Se-a the whole time. I already picked up on his filthy intentions.
But—
*“……Shooting.”*
I couldn’t say anything.
He was a VIP fan who bought 10 million won worth of merch. I couldn’t mistreat him.
*Click! Click!*
The session continued.
Se-a’s discomfort was blatant. His fingers brushed her thigh, and their bodies touched noticeably.
*“Hnngh…! Huuhk…! Whhhk…!”*
*“Ahaaan~. Oppa! Feels like you’re a king, huh? Having two idols you like on either side.”*
*“Whhhk…! Hgh…! Th-The best…! is the best…!”*
*“Thank you~! Then, let’s give you *more* service!”*
Sarang pressed tightly against him.
Her chest pushed firmly into him—just like what she’d done to me earlier.
*“Oooohhh…! Hhhhhk!!”*
The otaku let out a disgusting groan, like he was about to die from pleasure.
*“Se-a, hurry up! We gotta pamper him.”*
*“Ughh…….”*
Reluctantly, Se-a pressed her ample chest against him too.
*“Hgh…! Whhhk…!”*
Sensing their differing reactions, the otaku outright placed his hands on both girls’ bodies.
*“Mm……!”*
*“Urgh…….”*
Se-a glanced at me.
But again, I said nothing.
Encouraged by the lack of restraint, the otaku openly slid his hands down to their waists.
*“Mm~. Trying to hug me? …Okay. Then me too…….”*
*“……Ah.”*
Sarang fully wrapped her arms around his head, pressing his face directly against her chest.
*“Whhhk! Whhhk! Whhhk…!”*
The otaku gasped heavily, unable to hide his excitement.
His pants… were visibly tented in the middle.
*“Hnngh…! Whhhk…! M-Manager… Hurry up… Whhhk….”*
He smirked at me again.
His hands shamelessly roamed lower—almost reaching their *asses*.
*“M-Manager… Last week… Y-You saw, right? Right? Whhhk….”*
*“……Huh?”*
*“Y-You know… Whhhk…! Hah, last music show… M-Morning… Tripped me… Whhhk….”*
You *fucker*…
So he *did* remember my face.
*“I-I… remember. Memorized your face… Whhhk. I was just… cheering for …! Whhhhk…!”*
Panting heavily, he glared at me sharply.
I wasn’t scared—but the bigger problem was… I couldn’t stop him now.
Realizing that, he grinned and taunted me.
*“D-Don’t worry… Whhhk. I’ll forgive you… Hgh…! J-Just take the damn pics.”*
Like hell—this disgusting meathead ordering *me* around…
My teeth *ground* together. But—
*“Oppa. Stop keeping him waiting!”*
*“Urgh……!”*
Prompted by Sarang, I silently lifted the camera.
*“Sh-Shooting….”*
*Click! Click!*
*Click! Click!*
The shooting dragged on.
With every photo,
he shamelessly rubbed his face against Sarang’s chest,
slid his hands down to their asses,
then outright grinded against them.
Sarang endured every filthy advance without even a flinch—even as the sweaty, stinking bastard clung to her.
She couldn’t stand doing this for the CEO, yet here she was—more enthusiastic than ever—for someone *worse*.
This wasn’t fan service anymore.
This was…
*“……Hmm~.”*
Once again,
Sarang smirked—just for me.
*“Hngh…! Whhhk…!”*
*Squelch.*
*“Urgh…!”*
Now he outright hugged them both.
His hands groped shamelessly—ass, chest, nothing was off-limits.
Still, Sarang and Se-a endured it without complaint.
And I silently captured every moment.
*“Hngh…! W-Whhhk…! Take it… like this….”*
*“………”*
Now he wanted me to photograph his hands *on their chests*.
*Squish. Squish. Squish.*
“Urgh…….”
“Hmm~.”
Pressed against him, the girls remained professional despite the groping.
*“Hurry…! Faster…! Whhhk…!”*
I wanted to throw him out right then—just like before.
But…
I still couldn’t do anything.
*“……Shooting.”*
Later, when I checked his phone before handing it back…
I saw he’d taken over *300 photos.*
*
*“……Well? How was that, *sucker* oppa?”*
After waving off the otaku, Sarang pulled me aside.
*“……Mad? Jealous? Or……”*
She leaned in and whispered.
*“……Did it turn you on?”*
*“Urgh…!”*
Of course not.
Watching that, seeing my girls get harassed while I took photos—there’s no way I got hard.
No *way*…
Then why… does it hurt *down there* again…?
*“Hmm~. Your face says it all. Now I know—this is how you look when you’re excited?”*
*“S-Sarang….”*
*“……I’ll *keep* making you make that face, sucker oppa♡ So……”*
She pressed against me—
just like she had with that otaku.
*“……So, oppa. Instead of Harin unni……”*
*Bzzzt. Bzzzzzt.*
Suddenly, a call came through.
*“H-Hold on.”*
Pulling away, I answered.
[Incoming Call—Park Dong-chul, Music Center PD]
*“……Yes, PD-nim.”*
*“Yeah. Sorry for the wait.”*
At Park Dong-chul’s voice, my body stiffened.
From behind… I heard breathing.
*Haa. Haa.*
*Haa. Haa….*
*“……Yeah. We’re done, so head to the PD room. Gotta take the kids back.”*
*“……Understood.”*
If I went now…
I’d see Harin and Eun-chae—fresh off *sex*.
That thought alone made me throb again.
*“Girls. ……I’m going to get your unnies.”*
My footsteps sped up as I headed for the PD’s office.
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