episode_0114
by admin#114
“Hehe… Oppa. Your body is so hard.”
“I work out a bit.”
“Really? I love guys who work out~.”
“Then does this body look tasty to you?”
“Mmm~ Well, the visuals pass for sure?”
…What are they doing? The two of them. Seriously.
Sarang clung to the composer’s arm, stroking his body here and there.
Stroke, stroke.
The bastard composer didn’t hesitate to run his hands over Sarang’s back too.
Then, as if it were the most natural thing, his hands gradually slid lower—until they reached her butt.
“Ahhn~♡”
A coy moan escaped her—whether fake or real, it was impossible to tell.
First with that otaku earlier.
Now this.
Sarang clung to another man so effortlessly, acting coy as if it were nothing.
……As though her confession of liking me had been nothing but a lie.
“Wow~ It’s hard here too.”
“Sarang, you’re being really forward.”
“Mmm… Well, it’s gonna happen anyway, and with Oppa, I feel like I can relax, so it’s fine~.”
“Haha. Me?”
“…Yeah.”
Their faces drew closer.
Without another word, they leaned in until, finally, their lips met.
“Mmm… *Smooch*…♡ *Slurp*…”
A careful, shallow kiss before they pulled away.
“……You haven’t been drinking.”
“I want to feel everything clearly.”
“Wow. That sounds so perverted.”
“One more?”
“Mmm… *Smooch*… *Smack*…♡”
They kissed again.
A ridiculously fit, good-looking guy was kissing Sarang…
It was a completely different feeling from when that otaku had groped her earlier.
Back then, I’d just been angry.
But now…
Now, I didn’t know.
I couldn’t tell.
“Hehe… I love how hard your body feels.”
“Sarang, you really like muscles, huh? Keep touching them.”
“Mmm… Big and… manly… I like it.”
“……….”
I’m not muscular.
Being a manager means waking up at dawn and working late into the night—lots of driving and waiting around.
Finding time to work out is tough.
So… I’d never have a body like that composer’s.
Now that I think about it.
Han Myung-soo was pretty built for an old man too.
Back then, Sarang had called him “Papa” and showered him with the same kind of affection she was showing now.
Maybe… Sarang’s real type is…
Then what does her liking me even mean…?
Unaware of the turmoil in my eyes, Sarang kept kissing that bastard composer.
“Hey. Manager.”
“Ah, yes.”
A middle-aged man’s voice called from behind. I turned to see two men sitting on the sofa, watching me.
No other girls were with them.
“How long are you gonna make us wait? The last girl isn’t working?”
“Ah…! N-No. I’ll get her started right away.”
Damn it…
Harin, Eun-chae, and Sarang were each already busy with a guy.
That left three men unattended.
And on our side, only Se-ah remained.
I turned to look at her.
Se-ah had already noticed and was standing where the other girls had been earlier.
But her head was bowed, and she couldn’t bring herself to speak.
“Se-ah.”
“……Yes. Oppa.”
“Introduce yourself.”
“……….”
Se-ah definitely…
Just like when she’d offered herself to stop me from speaking out before, I thought she’d be able to handle this too.
But Se-ah still didn’t open her mouth.
“……Se-ah?”
“O-Oppa, I… I…”
“What’s wrong? Not feeling well?”
“N-No, it’s not that… I… Do I really have to… with all three of them…?”
I glanced back at the sofa. All three men were staring at us.
Some smoked cigarettes or poured drinks, looking annoyed, as if asking when we’d get started.
The others were each occupied with a girl, so… Se-ah would have to handle all three alone…
“……Ah.”
“A-Am I… really going to… take all three at once…?”
Fuck.
Se-ah’s body was trembling violently.
I’d completely forgotten.
That just days ago, Se-ah had been gang-raped by seven men.
A normal person would still be traumatized, unable to function properly.
But because Se-ah was pretending to be fine, I’d stupidly assumed she could handle it.
Yet here I was, less than a week later, telling her to service three middle-aged men.
“Eek…! Se-ah.”
“O-Oppa… I…”
What do I do?
If I force her to do this, Se-ah will…
“Hey. Manager. …You trying to piss me off?”
The man behind me called out again.
“You ignoring us or something?”
“Tch. My side’s feelin’ real empty. This gaslight girl’s got no guts, huh? Why’s she so timid~?”
Their tone was growing hostile.
I couldn’t let them get really angry.
I had to stop this.
“…Sir, I’m sorry. It’s not that…”
“Nah, nah. That gaslight girl looks like she’s strugglin’. Just bring her here. We’ll take care of her.”
“Yeah. Hey, Kim CEO. Kim CEO, come here too. Or should we just head straight to the bed?”
“Sofa’s too cramped. Wanna move to the bed?”
“Sounds good. Manager, bring the girl this way.”
“Damn, my leg’s asleep. Kid, save the intro for later on the bed.”
The three middle-aged men slowly got up from the sofa and headed to the bedroom next to the living room.
It was separated by a glass wall, making everything inside clearly visible.
Inside was a single king-sized bed.
The perfect size for three men to take turns on one girl.
If Se-ah went in there…
With drunk, impatient men like that, what they’d do to her was painfully obvious.
“……Se-ah.”
I looked at her again.
Her body was already trembling noticeably.
…Was it the trauma?
And I was supposed to take this girl…
And throw her to those beasts…?
“What’re you doing?! Manager, hurry up!”
One of the men in the bedroom gestured impatiently.
Should I send her?
A barely twenty-year-old girl, shaking like this…?
“……Se-ah.”
I didn’t hesitate long.
Steeling myself, I spoke to her.
“……Yes. Oppa.”
“…Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“……….”
Se-ah said nothing.
No resentment, no anger, no refusal—no running away or screaming.
She just stood there, trembling, before silently nodding.
“……Okay.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“……Okay.”
I knew it was meaningless.
But this was the only protection I could offer.
“Ah, there you are. C’mon in.”
Fuck…
The moment we stepped inside, I stepped on underwear lying on the floor.
Not ours—theirs.
The men on the bed were already completely naked, lounging around.
I wanted to kick the underwear away, but I couldn’t do that in front of them, so I just nudged it aside with my foot.
“……Sorry for the delay. This is Se-ah, our youngest.”
“Oh~ The maknae?”
“Maknaes are always the best in girl groups.”
“Tch. So the last one’s the baby. How old are ya?”
It’d be better if Se-ah answered herself.
I glanced at her. Se-ah caught my look and hesitantly spoke.
“T-Twenty… years old.”
“Twenty? What year were ya born?”
“2004….”
“Ack, these days they go by international age, right? So how old in Korean age?”
“M-My birthday passed, so… nineteen….”
“Damn~ Prime time~.”
“Fresh meat.”
“Heh heh heh……”
Fuck…
The sheer glee in their voices at hearing her age was disgusting.
“Now that you’re legal, is this your first time?”
“Eh~ Kids these days start early. Probably not.”
“If you’re a virgin, can Uncle go first? I’ll give you pocket money.”
…Should I say she’s a virgin?
No. A lie that’d be exposed immediately was worse than useless.
“It’s… not my first time.”
“Tch. Which bastard got to ya first?”
“Probably just fooled around with some kid.”
“Tsk. Pocket money’s canceled. If it’s not your first, no need to hold back, right? Strip and get over here.”
The man patted the empty space on the bed between them.
A small spot—just enough for Se-ah to sit, surrounded by those men.
“Eek…! I, I….”
Se-ah’s body trembled again.
“……Se-ah?”
Her eyes were unfocused.
Like she was reliving that moment.
“Se-ah. You okay?”
“O-Oppa… Am I… going to be used again? Like last time…? Surrounded by men… taking turns on me…?”
“Se-ah. That’s…”
I couldn’t say no.
I couldn’t tell her to refuse.
Even knowing her pain, I…
“Oppa. I… I’m… going to be gang-raped by these men…? Right…?”
“……Se-ah?”
Her voice sounded strange.
Trembling, fearful—but something else, too.
Se-ah shuddered as she slowly lowered her hands.
She gripped her skirt tightly, pressing down hard.
Like she was trying to stop something from leaking out.
“Nghh…! Ugh…!”
Suddenly, a moan burst from her lips.
Pain?
No, this was…
A real moan.
“Hhhnn…! Nghhh…! Hhng…!”
“Huh? She startin’ already?”
“Our maknae’s got somethin’ drippin’ down her thighs.”
At the man’s words, I quickly looked at Se-ah’s legs.
Just like Harin earlier, multiple streams of liquid were running down her thighs.
And the source… was under her skirt.
“Hah…! Hahh…! Nghh…!”
Se-ah.
Panting heavily, moaning.
Her face flushed red, body trembling uncontrollably.
“Hhhnn…♡”
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