episode_0112

# 112

“……I’ll… lick… your asshole too…”

Naturally, I stared at Eun-chae, as did Sarang and Sea waiting behind me—and even Harin, who was busy sucking cock.

“Ngk…!”

Feeling the stares, Eun-chae, seemingly embarrassed, suddenly ducked her head.

“Uuu…!”

Her body trembled violently.

Her pride must’ve taken a hit after saying something like that in front of the other members.

Eun-chae already had sky-high pride, and here she was, groveling to sponsors while even mentioning *licking assholes*…

Honestly, it was a miracle she wasn’t lashing out.

But still, she’d at least gone this far.

Surely the guys would be satisfied by now.

“Oh~. Really?”

“And?”

“……Huh?”

Eun-chae’s eyes wavered.

Mine probably did too.

“Then what else? Got anything more?”

“There’s a *lot* you could do with your mouth. That alone isn’t exactly a ‘special skill,’ is it?”

What the hell?

The men’s reactions were colder than expected.

No one leaned in with interest, nobody moved closer.

Some had even turned their heads toward Harin, watching her face intently as she sucked off another sponsor.

The rest either sprawled lazily on the couch or smoked cigarettes, visibly uninterested.

“Huh? Oh… N-No, I… um…”

“Licking assholes? Literally *anyone* can do that~. If you’re calling it a ‘special skill,’ it better be something unique.”

“I thought you were hyping yourself up for some real talent.”

If I thought about it, the guys’ indifference made sense.

They were men in their 40s and 50s—way past the age where anything could shock them.

Plus, considering how long they’d been doing this sponsor gig… They’d definitely tasted every girl group out there, indulging in every imaginable perversion.

Even something as outrageous as a visuals-focused idol like Eun-chae offering to lick assholes…

To them, it was just *one* of countless degrading acts they’d experienced with other idols.

“Grrk…!”

Eun-chae’s fists trembled.

I couldn’t tell what she was feeling underneath.

But for someone as prideful as her, having her humiliating offer brushed off like this…

She was always the center of attention—whatever the situation.

This had to be hard for her to swallow.

What do we do now?

What’s the move here to grab their interest…?

“Hey.”

Then, Eun-chae’s voice echoed slightly further away.

I turned—she wasn’t beside me anymore.

She had marched up to one of the guys lounging on the couch, arms crossed.

“Huh?”

“Yeah. *You.*”

She was using informal speech.

And with *zero* respect.

What the hell are you doing…

……What are you doing, Eun-chae?!

“I-I *said* I’d… lick *there*! So what the hell is your damn problem?!”

“……?”

“…….”

The men on the couch just stared at her, dumbfounded.

Yeah. After all these years of idols fawning over them, acting like obedient sex slaves…

This was probably the first time one had snapped at them like this.

So instead of getting angry, they just gaped at her, completely baffled.

That didn’t mean this was a *good* thing, though.

“…Eun-chae!”

“*Let me go*, Manager! I-I… went that far in front of everyone. And *this* is their reaction?!”

“Wow… Never dealt with this kinda character before.”

The guy puffing on his cigarette stubbed it out half-finished.

“This some kinda bit? Manager?”

“Huh? Oh… Uh—”

“A *bit*?! I’m *pissed* right now!!”

As Eun-chae raged blindly, I exchanged glances with the men.

Their eyes practically screamed: *One wrong move and we’re done here.*

An idol suddenly snapping at her sponsors—no way this ended well.

One misstep, and *Queen of Idols* would be the *least* of our worries.

We’d be lucky to leave *without getting blacklisted*.

Even if I wanted to stop Eun-chae, it was too late now.

Which left just *one* option.

I subtly nodded at the men behind her back.

They nodded back in understanding.

*This is part of the act.*

*It’s part of the… play.*

……Yeah.

A bullshit excuse if there ever was one.

“Ah~. Got it. That right?”

The guy chuckled, then abruptly stood—and started stripping.

His hairy body and half-limp cock came into full view.

“Ngk…! W-What’re you—?!”

“Well, if you’re *that* confident about calling ass-licking a ‘special skill’… Guess I gotta test it.”

“Wha—? ‘Ngk…! H-Hold on—!”

Either shameless or just too used to this, the guy completely ignored the audience bending over—pants tossed aside—and spread his legs.

Eun-chae—and me, standing beside her—got a full view of his filthy asshole.

Dull skin, coarse pubes crawling up from his groin, a discolored ring of wrinkles where shit definitely came out—and the *stench* beginning to waft.

The bastard *pulled his own cheeks apart* and shoved it right in Eun-chae’s face.

“Ghhhk…!!”

Her expression twisted instantly.

I couldn’t keep mine straight, either.

How the fuck do you even…?

Suddenly, every idol who’d ever serviced this kinda guy went up a notch in my respect.

“Well? Thought it was your ‘special skill’?”

“Ah… Uh…”

She *had* been the one to say it.

The ultimate humiliation she could offer.

No taking it back now.

But Eun-chae still took a step back—I wanted to bolt too—but I blocked her retreat with my body.

“Ngk…! Manager…?!”

“…….”

I met her desperate stare—then jerked my chin toward the bastard’s ass.

“…You want me to *do it*…?”

*You have to.*

If you don’t…

*Sponsorship ends here.*

* ’s big break—gone.*

I *know* managers shouldn’t push idols this far.

But we were way past that line already.

“Ah…”

Her eyes wavered again.

But I kept my stare steady, expressionless.

I wanted to yell. Force her. But I held back—

—and pressed down on her with silence.

Finally, her trembling lips parted.

“……F-Fine… Fine… ‘kay…? ……Ugh.”

She clenched her fists, inhaled sharply—then stomped toward the guy’s exposed ass.

“Quit draggin’ it out~. My ass’ gettin’ cold~.”

“Ngk…! I-I’ll do it, alright?! Just *hold still*!”

Planting herself behind him, she dropped to one knee—

—placing her face *inches* from his hairy backside.

The sight alone was revolting. The *smell* must’ve been worse.

But she didn’t retreat.

“I-I’ll…!”

“Hmm?”

The bastard even *wiggled* his ass. God*fucking*—

“A-A *pure* visual idol like me…! L-Licking *your* ass is…! Th-This doesn’t happen every day! S-So you better *appreciate* it!”

“Heh… Now *this* is a different flavor~.”

Thank god.

They were buying the “act.”

Even the other guys perked up, watching with renewed interest.

Sarang and Sea… gulped hard.

Eun-chae leaned closer to his crack.

One more inch, and her face would be buried in it.

“Ghh… Smell…! Why’s there so much *hair*?! Get waxed, you nasty—!”

“Heh. Why bother? Idols like you’ll lick it anyway.”

“Can’t be pluckin’ *all* that out~.”

While Eun-chae steeled herself, the guys just kept joking.

“Y-Your… legs!”

“Huh?”

“S-Spread them *wider*! So I… I can fit in there!”

“Heh… Sure thing.”

He obliged, widening his stance—letting her kneel deeper between his thighs.

Now *really* close.

“Ngk…! I-I ain’t using my hands…! J-Just my mouth…! You gotta hold yourself open, got it?!”

“Heh. Fine, fine. High-maintenance shit, huh.”

*Schlllp—*

Fingers hooked into his cheeks, spreading it further—

—exposing the dark, wrinkled hole even more.

Goddammit…

I can’t take this.

*But I wanna see Eun-chae actually lick it.*

“Ngggh…!”

She ducked her head further in—

then,

“Huuuu…!”

“O-Ohh?!”

—*blew* directly onto it.

“H-Heh… Twitching like that… You *like* it? Huh?”

“Damn~. Didn’t see *that* comin’.”

“N-Now… A 22-year-old *pure* idol’s lips… are gonna kiss your nasty asshole…! So *stay open*…!”

Her face plunged straight into his crack.

*Sluuuurp~♡*