episode_0131
by fnovelpia#131
“Whew……….”
Day one. Hotel. Room 1106.
Only the bedside lamp was on in the dim room, and a man sat by the bed, smoking a cigarette.
On the bed lay a naked woman, her youth starkly contrasting the man’s age.
“Ugh……. Hic……….”
She sobbed quietly, tears streaming down.
Her body convulsed intermittently.
A few used condoms scattered nearby were the only evidence of what had transpired here.
“Heh heh… Satisfied after a long while, huh? Right, Harin?”
“……….”
The man—Park Dong-chul—patted Harin’s limp thigh, but she didn’t react.
Time had passed well into dawn, nearing sunrise. Until then, Dong-chul had savored Harin in every way possible.
It was no surprise that Harin, exhausted from her first sexual experience, had lost consciousness and fallen asleep.
“Sleeping already? Tsk. So young, but with no stamina.”
Leaving the unresponsive Harin behind, Dong-chul got up.
After stubbing out his cigarette, he naturally headed toward Harin’s clothes.
Jeans and a T-shirt.
Dong-chul rummaged through her pants but found nothing unusual.
His gaze shifted to the crossbody bag under the lamp.
“Let’s see~. What are you hiding~.”
Humming to himself, Dong-chul leisurely searched through the bag.
Wallet? Put back.
Phone? He checked if it was on, but nothing stood out.
Makeup? Skipped.
A conspicuously excessive number of condom boxes—ignored.
“………Just as I thought.”
Seeing something inside the bag, Dong-chul clicked his tongue.
“Knew it.”
He pulled out a device.
One that looked suspicious at a glance.
“Not a recorder…”
Park Dong-chul had slept with countless idols over the years.
Most were forced into sexual favors due to his authority, but some girls had sneaky tricks up their sleeves.
Recorders.
Or cameras.
Many idols had tried to gather evidence against him.
Some planned to blackmail him later, while others sought insurance, given the lack of formal contracts in these exchanges.
Either way, it never ended well for Dong-chul.
If someone had covert recordings, they’d inevitably leak someday.
Today, Jin Harin from had proven just as feisty as her reputation.
From their first meeting, she stood her ground, demanding promises, resisting when he tried to undress her—hardly the submissive attitude expected from someone offering favors.
Quiet, cautious, and sharp-minded—the type who’d surely have a backup plan.
And sure enough, she’d hidden a device in her bag.
“Cute trick.”
Dong-chul examined the gadget.
“Power’s off… Dead battery?”
When pressing the power button did nothing, he assumed it was either broken or drained.
Recognizing the model, he quickly pieced it together.
“Not a recorder. This.”
Having spent nearly two decades in broadcasting, Dong-chul identified it instantly.
A wireless transceiver.
Specifically, a device set to a designated channel for short-range audio transmission.
Commonly used in studios, shoots, and sometimes by managers.
It had no recording function.
Why did she have this?
“Not blackmail…”
For blackmail, a recorder or camera would’ve been better.
Many idols had tried that, but he’d always pressured their agencies into making them drop it.
But a transceiver? That was a first.
At best, its range was 30-50 meters—meaning the receiver was somewhere in this hotel.
Someone with access to Harin’s bag, familiar with broadcasting equipment, likely nearby today.
“Manager Jeon…?”
Saying the name didn’t anger him. Instead, he smirked.
If protecting his idol was the goal, a recorder would’ve been simpler.
Yet they chose this cumbersome method.
“……Wanted to hear Harin moan, huh? Right, Manager Jeon?”
Though his words didn’t transmit due to the dead battery, Dong-chul was confident.
Manager Jeon wanted to listen to Harin having sex.
Earlier, when he’d called Manager Jeon from the PD office, the man rushed over almost immediately.
Suspicion had solidified into certainty.
By the time he’d slept with Harin right in front of Manager Jeon at her dorm, he was sure.
Jeon liked Harin—and liked hearing her with other men.
“Wow… Cute face, but this kind of taste?”
He couldn’t comprehend the fetish.
But it was undeniably convenient for him.
“This’ll make playing with even more fun.”
Laughing like he’d found a new toy, Dong-chul grinned.
Manager Jeon never heard that laugh.
*
Manager likes hearing me with other men.
An incomprehensible preference.
A reality hard to accept.
I don’t understand.
Why he enjoys it.
Or when it started…
Maybe from the beginning—when he first told me to meet PD Park Dong-chul.
No… that can’t be…
But remembering his face, his voice back then, I could tell.
He was excited. Excited handing me over, excited hearing what happened.
I didn’t realize it then.
Now, every puzzle piece fits.
He claimed to like me.
But why send me to Dong-chul?
I thought it was for , but…
It wasn’t just that.
Unaware, I spread my legs—for him, for .
Flirted with Dong-chul, acted cute, took his cum.
Lost count of how many times…
Summoned constantly, meeting even when Manager wasn’t around.
Each time, forcing smiles, pretending to enjoy his cock.
I hated… it.
Obviously hated it at first.
Kept hating it.
Sex no different from rape.
With someone I didn’t want.
It shouldn’t have felt good.
…Shouldn’t have.
But.
Even when it shouldn’t feel good…
Even when I should resist… ♡
“……PD-nim.”
Now, saying that name makes my face burn.
My body… aches.
I feel an emptiness inside.
The sensation of being filled surfaces.
A cock nobody could ignore.
Monstrously thick, unnervingly hard, veins bulging.
At first, I shuddered at its grotesqueness.
But now…
Now… ♡
“Why… am I remembering this…?”
Only the void his cock left behind lingers.
The feeling of it sinking deep.
The pleasure of being crushed beneath.
I despised it.
Hated him, hated his cock.
The stench, the filth, his age, his fat body—of course…
Of course I should hate it…….
“Ngh……….”
Every time I recall it, my womb twitches.
Begging… for his cum.
I have Manager.
This shouldn’t happen.
Yet why…?
When I look at Manager, I feel… nothing.
I’ve had chances to cling to him.
But his cock… was small.
Pathetically small.
Comparable to a child’s in a public bath.
Embarrassing next to PD-nim’s thick, manly shaft.
He couldn’t even get hard properly in front of me…
We never did it, but I knew.
This cock… Couldn’t satisfy me.
Flirting with CEOs, servicing sponsors only reinforced it.
If even those couldn’t fill me—
Manager’s cock definitely couldn’t.
Only one cock ever could.
Sleeping with six sponsors left me hungrier than ever.
Only one person could sate it.
“Manager… Could we stop by YBC?”
Just imagining going there wets my panties.
“……Huh?”
“Just… have something to do…”
Thinking of what’ll happen there floods me with shame.
My body’s already preparing… since the moment I pictured him.
Only now do I realize.
Ah.
I’ve become a body that can’t live…
Without him.
Without his cock.
My rationality, screaming *no*, no longer stops me.
Manager likes hearing me with PD Park Dong-chul.
He must’ve noticed I’m going to see PD-nim again.
But that only excites me more.
He knows… and still sends me.
Anticipates it.
What face will he make if I say, *I slept with him again today*?
“Tell Manager Jeon.”
…I expected that.
But then, PD-nim said something strange.
“Manager’s… not here. Earlier—”
“No. He is.”
PD-nim was firm.
“He’s listening right now.”
If he’s listening…
If he really is…
…What should I say to excite him?
Unable to hide my leaking smile, I spoke.
“……Manager?”
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