episode_0111

# 111

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“Oh, wait a second.”

Suddenly, another man abruptly rose from the couch and approached Harin.

He bent down… then, without hesitation, shoved his head *right underneath* Harin’s skirt.

“Ehk……!”

*Damn.* That was way too natural…

“Whoa, hold on. I think she’s *actually* wet…?”

Huh…?

From my angle, I couldn’t see Harin’s underwear fully.

But for *this* bastard in front of her, the view must’ve been crystal clear—he was crouched down, scrutinizing the *lower* half of her panties with obsessive precision.

Then…

*Swipe.*

“Nhh…!”

*Squelch…….*

A slick, wet sound mixed with Harin’s weak moan escaped.

He must’ve… *touched her*.

“Look at this. It’s already seeping out. She’s *soaked*. What’s up with you, Harin?”

The mention of her wetness immediately grabbed the attention of the other men.

“Huh? For real?”

“Does Harin have some kinda exhibitionist kink?”

“Ah…! Well…”

Hearing that, Harin turned her head toward me. Our eyes met.

…Her face was *blazing*.

The makeup that already made her look pretty now made her even *cuter* with that blush.

Must be the alcohol…

She drank earlier, so…

Or… maybe she’s just embarrassed?

*No way* she got turned on from getting fingered by some guy she just met today…

“Um… Actually…”

Harin cautiously parted her lips and squeezed her thighs together.

“Tehe… Today, since I was gonna meet all of you… When I thought about doing *naughty* stuff together… I just—♪ I got a *little* wet~♡”

*Ahhh…*.

Words I *wished* she’d say to *me*—

Instead, Harin spoke them shamelessly to those *bastards*.

“Harin’s pussy juice… How do you like it~?”

*Harin…*

Her voice is too sexy.

The lewd, sultry tone she’s using now is *nothing* like the sweet voice I heard through my headphones beyond the door.

This is the *real* Harin’s seduction.

A Harin’s *seduction* that isn’t for *me*…

“Hmm? *Sluurp.*”

The man in front of Harin stuck his finger—*dripping* with her juices—into his mouth and *tasted* her.

*Damn it…*

That came from Harin’s body… Yet this *piece of shit* gets to—

“Oho~. Sweet, huh?”

“Th… Thank you! It’s Harin’s pussy juice, made special *just for you*~♡”

“Heh heh heh… She’s good.”

“Lemme taste some of that pussy juice too.”

“Yes, sir~♡”

Immediately, Harin lifted her own skirt and went around to each man sitting on the couch, slightly parting her thighs before them.

Some dragged their fingers along the wet patch on her panties, while others pulled the fabric aside and *pressed their mouths* right onto Harin’s glistening folds to *lick* her juices straight from the source.

*Schlick*. *Slurp…….*

“Haahhn…! T-Touching me there… Harin’s pussy will just get *more* wet~♡”

“Keh heh heh. That’s the *point*… *Slurrrp…*”

“Hhaaaanh…….”

Circling among the men, Harin kept presenting her crotch lewdly—almost like she was pissing standing up—letting them toy with her, fingers and tongues violating her without restraint.

“………”

I couldn’t even *think* of stopping them—just *stood there*, dumbstruck, watching.

*I’m going insane.*

Harin’s words, Harin’s actions—they’re *driving* me crazy.

But more than *anything* else…

The way Harin *glanced* at me from the corner of her eye was *worse*.

Every time I saw that *smug* expression—like she was *flaunting* herself being used by others—my pants got so tight I could barely stand it.

“Damn, Harin’s pussy’s got me thirsting *hard*. Manager! Hurry up and introduce the others already!”

“Ah—! Yes, sir!”

Snapped out of my daze by another man’s complaint, I realized something.

For once, my *small dick* was an *advantage*.

At least like this, nobody could tell how *rock-hard* I was.

“Next up is……”

As if waiting for her cue, Euncheol stepped forward, taking the spot where Harin had been earlier.

Harin herself was still busy on the opposite couch, eagerly feeding her “pussy juice” to the men.

Euncheol’s eyes flickered toward that scene—then she trembled slightly before looking back at me.

“I-Is it okay…? Manager.”

“Yeah.”

“Nnn… Okay…”

Unlike Harin, Euncheol seemed *far* more reluctant to be so bold.

But even so, she couldn’t back out now.

Besides—I already *knew*—

Euncheol, too… despite her timid appearance, *served* men diligently enough that even Park Dong-cheol couldn’t complain.

If anything…

*I* was *curious* about what she’d show us next.

“H-Hello. I’m Euncheol from … Nice to meet you.”

She greeted them awkwardly, watching their reactions.

The men just stared back, already looking unimpressed—like they expected *more*.

Meanwhile, on the other couch, one had *buried his face* in Harin’s skirt and couldn’t care less about this side.

“Ah…!”

Sensing the awkward tension, Euncheol paled.

Should I… intervene? Maybe lift her skirt for her?

“Eek…!”

When I stepped behind her, she flinched hard.

“…M-Manager? Wh-What are you…?”

“Gotta do *something*.”

“W-Wait—you’re not gonna do what you did with Harin…?”

It was necessary.

To keep these men happy…

My hand, without hesitation, reached for the hem of her skirt.

“Hey, Manager! Chill. Don’t gotta rush it. Takes the fun outta things.”

One of the men suddenly stopped me.

Were they planning something?

“Ah… Right.”

I backed off immediately. Euncheol exhaled in relief.

But it wasn’t *over* yet.

“Euncheol, was it?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Hang on. Feels like I’ve seen her somewhere…”

“You feel it too? Can’t *quite* place her, but the name rings a bell…”

Were *they* familiar with Euncheol’s *scandal* from two years ago?

That *black mark* on her past.

Just *how* widespread was that hidden cam footage…?

The men stroked their chins, studying her—yet none could recall the answer.

Was I supposed to *give* them one…?

“Um… If you’ve seen me before, it’s probably because…”

Before I could finish, Euncheol spoke in a near-whisper.

“…Two years ago… I was secretly filmed… changing clothes… and it leaked…”

Her voice trembled as she confessed the darkest chapter of her life—*voluntrily*.

“Oh? *Ahh.* Now I remember. Yeah, yeah. That was a *big* deal back then.”

“Y-Yes… It was…”

“Ohhh, *that’s* why. No wonder the name sounded familiar.”

“Damn. Never thought I’d meet *the* girl from that scandal *here*.”

“N-Nice to meet you… again.”

Euncheol’s back trembled slightly as she spoke to the men.

Even though she usually acts tough…

Deep down, Euncheol *is* fragile.

And right now… she was *scared*.

Was it being surrounded by *six* strange men?

Or just nerves?

Or maybe…

*Park Dong-cheol.*

Just *what* did *he* do to her in the PD room today…?

“So~ Miss ‘Secretly Filmed’ Euncheol—got any *special talents*?”

“M-My talents… Dancing… singing… and…”

“Pfft. Not *that* kinda shit. Ain’t here for *that*.”

“Exactly. We wanna hear about your *real* talents.”

One after another, they pressured her.

Their implication was *clear*.

Just like Harin… they wanted something they could *enjoy*.

Their “friendly” act was gone—these men were beasts, using idols as toys.

*Nobody* cared about Euncheol’s past trauma—or how she was *shaking* right now.

“W-Well, my talent is……”

“A pussy that gets *soaked like Harin’s*? Pfft—HAHAHA!”

“Then it’s just *copying* her. Idols need *identity*.”

Ignorant men kept spouting nonsense, mocking her.

But this was a *warning*—wrapped in playful words.

Show us something *different* from Harin—or else.

Euncheol must’ve realized it too—she bit her lip, then spoke words *I never thought I’d hear from her*.

“…My specialty… is serving… with my *mouth*.”

Behind her, Sarang and Sea covered *their* mouths in shock.

*My* eyes instinctively locked onto Euncheol’s lips.

The faintly smudged lipstick… made her look oddly *prettier*.

“Oho~.”

“With your mouth? How?”

Their interest *finally* piqued, the men leaned in.

“With my… mouth. Kissing… licking ears… nipples… and… and… *dicks*…”

“Heh… Anything *else*?”

One man grinned, eyeing her up and down.

Euncheol lowered her head slightly—then, in the tiniest voice yet, added the *last* thing anyone expected.

Not just me.

*Nobody* in could’ve imagined *these* words coming from Euncheol.

“……I also… *lick assholes*.”