episode_0128

#128

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Beside the PD’s office, in a hallway no one ever uses.

An area where the light doesn’t quite reach, making it unnoticeable at a glance.

I slumped down against the wall, utterly drained.

The cold surface pressed against my back.

Beyond this wall was the PD’s office.

Behind it sat Park Dong-chul and Harin.

Separated by nothing more than this thin barrier, I cranked up the volume on my in-ear monitor as usual.

A crackling noise filled my ears, followed by Harin’s voice.

*”Harinie…♡ Harinie understands you this much, PD-nim…♡”*

*Squelch.*

The sound of something wet splattering.

By now, I’d heard enough to recognize exactly what it was.

Harin was spreading her legs—and her pussy—for Park Dong-chul again.

*”Wow. You’re working hard, our Harinie.”*

*”Yes……♡ I’ll do anything… to make PD-nim happy…♡”*

*”If only Manager Jeon were like this… Huh? Tsk tsk. What a shame. A real shame.”*

*”P-PD-nim…”*

*”Hm?”*

*”For now… forget about Manager-nim… Just look at Harinie…♡”*

I clenched my teeth.

This was what she did after pushing me away and running to the PD.

And Harin’s coquettish act didn’t stop there.

*”Heh… Forget about Manager Jeon, you say?”*

*”Yes…♡”*

*”Then you’ll have to make me forget, won’t you?”*

The sound of a chair creaking as it swiveled.

No need to guess who it was turning toward.

*”Y-Yes… I’ll do my best…♡ PD-nim… …Hah♡”*

*Smooch…♡ Slurp…♡ Smack…♡*

They were kissing.

No doubt Harin had leaned in first.

At this point, it was so predictable I could only laugh hollowly.

*”Mmm…♡ Hah…♡ PD-nim…♡”*

*”Heh… I trained our Harinie so well, yet that damn manager keeps ruining her efforts.”*

*”I-I’m sorry… PD-nim.”*

*”You’ll make up for it, won’t you?”*

*”Yes…♡”*

*”How?”*

*”W-With Harinie’s hands…♡ Mouth…♡ Breasts and ass…♡ Even my pussy…♡ I’ll use my whole body to please you, PD-nim…♡”*

Fuck…

Words she never said to *me*.

Words she’d never once used to seduce *me*.

Yet Park Dong-chul’s voice remained as cold as ever.

*”Hah… Speaking of which, Harin-ah.”*

*”Yes…?”*

*”You’re doing all this… for Manager Jeon’s sake, aren’t you?”*

*”……….”*

Harin didn’t answer.

*”You’re cleaning up the mess he made, aren’t you?”*

*”Th-That’s…”*

A *mess*?

All I wanted… was to save her.

To stop her from sinking deeper.

*”I’ve been holding it in, but I’m furious. Because of Manager Jeon.”*

*”I… can see that.”*

Harin agreed with the PD’s accusation—as if they were on the same side.

*”Of course, if you soothe me, I might calm down a little… But forgiving him won’t be easy.”*

*”……….”*

*”You know how bad my temper is, don’t you?”*

His tone was casual, but venom laced his words.

A silent threat—*answer wrong, and there’ll be consequences*.

Just like always, he was pressuring her.

I didn’t care if he came at me.

Even if I wasn’t confident, I was prepared.

I’d endure his threats and pressure if it meant protecting Harin and .

*”Yes… I know…”*

But Harin—

Harin wasn’t like that.

She’d already surrendered to his threats countless times.

Time and again, she’d knelt under his pressure, playing the coquette.

Whether for my sake or ’s…

Harin… was *afraid* of Park Dong-chul.

Afraid of the power and influence he wielded.

Because Harin was smart.

She knew kneeling to him was the pragmatic choice.

But if she kept this up… if she kept this up…

*”……How?”*

*”Hm?”*

*”How can I… make you forgive us?”*

Her voice trembled slightly.

Different from her earlier flirtatious tone—closer to a sob.

*”Anything… I’ll do *anything*, PD-nim.”*

*”……….”*

No. Harin, *no*.

*”I’ll service your cock. I’ll do raw sex. I’ll give you my anal virginity…”*

*”Hah…”*

*”A-Anything else is fine too. I like being stepped on. I’ll be your sex slave. I’ll come whenever you call. I’ll suck your cock. A-Anything. *Anything*. PD-nim. Please…?”*

*Thud.*

The sound of her collapsing to the floor.

As if she’d dropped to her knees.

*”PD-nim. Please……. *Please*. Don’t abandon Harinie. Forgive us. I was wrong. PD-nim. I was wrong…….”*

*”………Hah.”*

Yet Park Dong-chul responded with disinterest.

*”Well.”*

*”……Please.”*

*”Listen, Harin-ah. Plenty of girls offer themselves to me. Plenty beg to service my cock like you do.”*

*”……Yes. Yes, PD-nim.”*

*”Some are even famous—names everyone would recognize. No need to spell it out, right?”*

*”………Yes.”*

*”My point is—can Harinie really stand out among them? Hm?”*

*”……Stand out?”*

……What is he getting at?

*”Yeah. Something *special*.”*

*”Like… what?”*

*”Did I ever tell you about ?”*

*”……….”*

He had.

I remembered clearly.

A group that lost a member due to pregnancy.

Park Dong-chul had brought it up to Harin before.

I’d heard the story too.

So why… bring it up *now*?

*”Your face says I did.”*

*”…Yes. You did.”*

No way.

Dread coiled in my gut.

*”Those girls needed something *special* too. The situation’s a bit different from , but the point stands. They needed something powerful to convince me… Get it?”*

*”You mean…….”*

Both Harin and I understood.

Right now.

What Park Dong-chul wanted was……

*”Our Harinie… ………could bear my child, couldn’t you?”*

Ah……

Aaaaaaaaaah………!

No no no no no no no…

This wasn’t just about creampies.

Harin and the others had taken countless birth control pills to keep working in this industry.

Yesterday.

And before that.

They’d swallowed them despite the side effects—just to avoid pregnancy.

So even if vile men came inside them recklessly, they could keep being idols.

That was the whole point.

But this was different.

Now he was outright demanding she bear his child.

Like .

He was telling her to *get pregnant*……

*”No……….”*

I shot to my feet.

I had to stop this.

I could tolerate everything else—but not *this*.

Harin getting pregnant with that rotten middle-aged bastard’s filthy cum… That, I *had* to—

*”………Yes.”*

My eyes flew open.

I strained to hear the words through the in-ear.

What did Harin just say?

*”I’ll… get pregnant.”*

No.

No, Harin. You misspoke, right?

*”Heh… Really?”*

*”Yes. Your child… I’ll carry it.”*

No. *No*!

You’re just saying this to survive the moment, right? You’ll get rid of it later, right?

*”You’re not just saying this to take it back later?”*

*”No. I’ll get pregnant. Your and my child… I’ll have it.”*

Harin left no room for escape. She meant it.

She’d bear his child.

Park Dong-chul and Harin’s child.

Not mine. Not someone she loved.

A child born of his filthy desires.

Pregnancy.

And she agreed…….

*”Hah… Heh. Hehehe……!”*

Park Dong-chul laughed like a madman.

*”Keheheheh…!”*

*”……I mean it.”*

*”Oh, I know. I *know* you mean it. Anyone could see that.”*

*”……….”*

*”This is why I like you. Hm? Willing to do *anything* for something. That’s the right attitude for an idol.”*

*”……….”*

*”I’ve fucked plenty of idols, but most only offer their bodies for their dreams. Few truly *devote* themselves. They’ll say they’ll do anything during sex, but the moment you ask for a child, they panic.”*

Of *course* they do.

What 20-something idol in their prime would agree to bear a 46-year-old man’s child—without love or marriage…?!

*”Men who fuck idols? A dime a dozen in this industry. But men who can get an idol pregnant and make her bear their child? Rare. Almost nonexistent.”*

*”…….”*

*”I… want to be *peerless* in this industry. Hm? Understand?”*

*”……Yes.”*

*”In that sense, our Harinie… is perfect. You’ll go far in broadcasting.”*

……No.

That’s a lie, Harin.

The member *quit*.

And the group disbanded soon after.

That was the result of obeying Park Dong-chul.

He was a man with no sense of responsibility.

The kind who’d discard Harin the moment he grew bored.

And you’d *truly* carry his child?

*”Yes…! I want… your child.”*

After a long silence, Harin spoke softly.

*”Because… I love you, PD-nim.”*

……Huh?