episode_0135

#135

“…Really?”

“Yeah. ……I’m not so stupid that I can’t tell what Papa wants right now.”

The sound of rustling and tossing under the blankets follows.

As expected. Just as I thought…

What I had anticipated was now playing out on the other end of the phone.

A secret meeting between a middle-aged man with graying hair and a 21-year-old girl group member in some unknown location. The kind of situation that would cause an uproar if the world found out—and I was listening to it unfold in real time.

Just listening…

“Papa.” “Yeah?” “Hold me.”

*Sshhhhk.*

“Just……five minutes…” “Huh?” “Let’s stay like this for five minutes. Papa.”

My fingers trembled as I tugged at my zipper.

Back when Sarang used to wake up early every dawn, she’d pull me into an embrace and say those exact words. Just five minutes. Just five more minutes.

Now, acting just as clingy as before, Sarang was… in another man’s arms. A man over fifty, at that.

“Mmm~.” “Feeling a little less tense now?” “……No. It’s worse.” “Why?” “‘Cause I’m in your arms? ……Mmm. It’s so different from Hug Oppa.” “……How?”

*Sshhhk.*

“Wanna know?” “Yeah.” “When you hold me… your body’s firmer, and your scent… it’s different too…” “That’s ’cause I work out.” “Not like someone else.” “A man’s basic etiquette.”

Han Myeong-soo replied smugly. Almost as if… he was speaking to me.

“Your cologne… it’s different from Hug Oppa’s too.” “It’s expensive.” “Really?” “Wouldn’t hold back in front of you.” “Wow… thanks, I guess?” “I mean it.”

Subtly, relentlessly flaunting his wealth. This, too… was meant for my ears.

A brokerage firm VP and a small agency manager. A filthy-rich tycoon and a struggling everyman. A man with a toned, virile body and one who fell short.

I had… nothing to boast about.

“Papa. Y’know…” “Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking… I think I’m the kind of person who can’t live without male attention.”

“What do you mean?”

“Idols are like that, right? They crave the spotlight, the adoration… That’s why they become idols. I’m no different. Harin unnie, Eun-chae unnie, Se-ah too. Everyone’s got a bit of that in them.”

“……Guess so.”

“So even when it’s tough… as long as fans or Hug Oppa treat me well and comfort me, that alone keeps me going… Like a charger, I guess?”

“So I’m your charger now?”

“Mmm… ’Cause now I know… how well Papa charges me.”

“By holding you like this?”

“Like this… and… mmm……”

“And sex too?”

“D-Don’t just say it outright! So tactless…”

“But it does charge you, right?”

“……….”

No reply. She probably couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Sarang may seem lively on the outside, but inside, she’s easily embarrassed.

Putting it into words must’ve been hard.

“……Glad to hear it.”

Han Myeong-soo spoke as if he’d gotten his answer. If she replied without words… it must’ve been a nod.

“……Start with a kiss?” “…Mhm.” “Eager, aren’t you?” “Y-You’re the one who suggested it…” “But you hoped for it a little, right?” “……….” “How was it?” “………’S okay.” “Think about it often?” “…Mm…”

Sarang stalled, dragging out her reply, but she never denied it.

“When did you think about it?” “Mmm……… Have to say?” “I’d love to hear it.”

*Sskss… sshhk.*

“Ah… Wait. Not there……” “Let me hear it while touching you.”

*Ssshh… ssht… ssht.*

Slowly, deliberately, fabric whispered against skin. His hands tracing Sarang’s body.

“……Nhh…! Hah…” “You’re already reacting.” “I-It’s just… the way you touch me… too ticklish…” “Can’t you feel yourself heating up?” “…Hah! Mmm…! Yeah…!”

His practiced fingers worked over her—ears, nape, chest, shoulders, waist, thighs, back, even her hips. Stroking every inch until she burned.

The gentle caresses of a man who knew a woman’s weak points all too well.

No wonder she couldn’t forget him. He’d been her first.

“A-Actually……” “Yeah?” “The truth is… I’d suddenly remember… even when I was with other fans…” “Remember sleeping with me?” “………Mhm.” “And?” “W-With Hug Oppa too……”

*Nhh…!*

My grip tightened around myself.

“W-Whenever I talked with him… worked together… waited in the greenroom… I’d suddenly think of Papa…”

“……And? What’d you do?”

“I-I tried to forget… but my body would get all tingly… my face flushed…”

“……You touched yourself?”

“……….”

“You did.”

“………Yeah.”

“Right there?”

“H-How could I just…! I… excused myself to the restroom… and did it… secretly…”

Of course. Now that I think about it, she *had* been vanishing to the bathroom suspiciously often. I’d brushed it off, but… just as I’d feared.

“What did you remember most?” “Nhh……” “Hmm?” “G-Getting… inside……” “Inside?” “F-Filling me… all the way… felt so good……” “‘Cause I’m big?” “………Yeah.”

Fuck………

*Tap tap tap tap tap tap.*

I don’t know exactly how big Han Myeong-soo is. Never seen it. But remembering Sarang’s voice that first time…

It had to rival Park Dong-chul’s. I’d listened to her gasping like she couldn’t even breathe.

“How about *him*?” “Huh?” “Your manager.” “Oh… Hug Oppa……” “Ever seen it?” “………Never. But…” “Yeah?” “I… kinda touched it once…”

*Ahh…!*

*Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.*

That time at the broadcast station, when Sarang confessed— She’d reached for me over my pants. I came embarrassingly fast, but… I still remember how her hand felt.

“……How was it?” “It’s… hard to say.” “Hard to say?” “H-He came so fast… I barely felt it through his pants… Not like with Papa…”

*Pfft.*

Han Myeong-soo snorted outright.

“Must be *real* small. Your manager.” “………Don’t say that…” “It’s the truth.” “I-It is, but… feel bad for him.” “’Cause he’s small?” “Honestly… c-can’t even compare to Papa…” “How small *is* it? Now I’m curious.” “When I grabbed it… felt mostly just veins……?”

*Pff-hah!*

Another snort. This time, he flat-out laughed.

“Hah… A baby. A total baby.” “Wonder if… Harin unnie’s satisfied with that.” “Hm? What?” “Nothing. Just talking to myself.”

……I heard it all.

I glanced down at myself in the dark. Even straining, I could barely make it out. Three fingers could cover it entirely. And I’m a two-pump chump.

Harin, Sarang—no woman would ever want *this*.

“Sarang.” “…Yeah?” “Touch me.” “Ah……”

*Click. Click. Click.*

A belt unbuckled. A zipper lowered. Clothing hitting the floor.

“It’s huge……” “Not even fully hard yet.” “R-Really…?” “Feel it. See for yourself.” “Mmm……”

*Sshhhk. Ssshhhk.*

The whisper of fingers over fabric—rubbing through underwear.

*Ssht. Ssshhhk. Ssht……*

“Wow…… It’s getting bigger.” “That’s ’cause you’re touching me.” “Does my hand… feel good?” “Yeah.” “Better like this?” “Mhm.” “Hug Oppa came right away when I did this.” “Small *and* shoots fast?”

“D-Don’t say it like that… Poor guy.” “That bastard made things hard for you. Makes me madder thinking about it.” “I-I’m fine now.” “I’m *not*.”

*Sssshhk. Ssht.*

Underwear sliding off.

“Ah………” “All the way hard now. Thanks to you.” “Feels like forever since I last saw it……” “It’s only been a few days. Since we met last.” “B-But back then… we were in a rush…” “Right. Had to sneak past your manager.” “Mhm.”

She’d mentioned seeing him once since then.

“Did he find out?” “No. Not then.” “What if he had…… Wait—wouldn’t matter. What’s he gonna do?” “W-We’re banned from dating…” “Banned? What’s that bastard gonna do, huh? Swing his tiny dick around all high and mighty? Like that counts.”

I burned. But he wasn’t wrong.

Even if Sarang met another man… there was *nothing* I could do.

No dating clauses or image management— all meaningless excuses after I’d sold the girls out to sponsors.

“Forget that loser. Get a good feel tonight.” “………Really?” “You kept imagining it, right? My cock.” “………Yeah.”

*Ssshhhk.*

Her hands rose. Carefully cradling him.

“Mmhh…… So big… So hard…”

No hesitation in her voice—just unrestrained excitement.

“So… *this* is what was inside me…” “And it’s going back in.” “Ahhh………♡” “Strip and lie down.”