episode_0141
by admin#141
“Ah……” “……….”
Only awkward air lingers in the motel room.
I came as soon as I entered. Sex that ended before Sarangi could even feel anything.
My dick, having finished its release, shrank instantly and went limp. As I pulled my waist back slightly, the condom, now loose and slippery, slipped out along with it. A small amount of semen was inside.
“……….”
Fuck.
Again.
I’ve lost count of how many times this has happened.
We’ve tried having sex multiple times, but it always ends up like this.
Either I finish while she’s trying to get me hard with her hands, or I finish while putting on the condom.
At least today, I managed to get it in, so it was slightly better than average.
“Wow… You came a lot?”
“……….”
Sarangi sat up and pulled the condom off my dick. It came off easily with just one hand.
Despite saying I came a lot, the amount inside the condom was pitiful.
“…Did it feel good? My pushover oppa.”
“Y… yeah.”
I forced a casual tone. Sarangi also forced a smile, pretending it was fine.
“Come here. I’ll clean you up.”
She changed positions and put her mouth on my now-shrunken dick.
“Slurp… Chuuu… Ehehehe…”
She enthusiastically licked my finger-sized dick.
It felt good.
It felt good, but…
As a man, my pride couldn’t help but take a hit.
“Schlurp… Did it feel good?”
“…Yeah.”
“That face again. Oppa, I’m really fine with it.”
“…Still.”
“As long as you feel good, that’s all that matters.”
Sarangi gently hugged me. I awkwardly hugged her back.
Fuck.
Fuck…
She’s doing all this for me.
She loves me this much.
Yet I can’t even give her proper pleasure once.
“Oppa, I love you. You worked hard today.”
“Y… yeah.”
Sarangi hugged me and said she loved me.
But she never said it felt good.
*
“Aaand—cut! That’s a wrap! We’ll just film this much.”
After a long time, we returned to the company’s practice room for filming.
The broadcast’s opening scene would feature the company’s practice footage, and a broadcast team had come to film a brief pre-dormitory interview.
They must’ve sent camera teams to multiple agencies, as there weren’t many staff aside from the camera director.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Still, it’s the manager’s job to pay attention to each staff member.
I handed out drinks I’d prepared in advance. Some thanked me, while others just pointed to a spot to leave them.
After being treated like this for so long, it doesn’t even hurt anymore.
“Ah, you’re the manager, right?”
The camera director approached me.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“We’ll take a short break, then start the interview filming. We’re… really pressed for time. Each member gets about 10 minutes for Q&A. Here’s the question sheet—read it over in advance.”
“Got it.”
I took the sheet. A few questions were written on it.
“We have three more agencies to film today. The schedule’s tight… Even if we rush, please understand.”
“Ah… Sure, that’s understandable.”
It’s not like we can demand more filming time anyway.
Even if it’s short, this session alone—including the interview—will cover nearly two hours of footage.
The question is, how much of it will actually air?
Thinking back to Season 1, the agency introductions, practice footage, and interviews weren’t evenly distributed. Some groups were even entirely edited out.
Chances are, we might not get a single word in.
Even so, we can’t just skip it.
I handed drinks and the question sheet to the kids after their long dance practice.
“Read this. The interview starts soon. …Harin first.”
“Yes, Manager-nim.”
“……….”
Talking to her still feels awkward.
“…? Manager-nim?”
Eunchae suddenly raised her hand.
“What’s up?”
“This question… Is this right?”
“What?”
Eunchae flipped through the pages and showed me one.
[When was your first time, and with whom?]
“……….”
“…Did they give us the wrong sheet?”
“Sigh… Who knows.”
I flipped back to the front and checked again.
[How do you feel about the upcoming dorm life?] [You’ll be living with other groups—how will you handle conflicts?] [A message for your fans.]
The front had normal questions.
But what the hell was with the back?
The questions escalated from first-time experiences to outright explicit ones—favorite body parts, wildest sexual experiences, and more.
…Why the hell are these on a broadcast question sheet?
“Ah! Manager-nim! Manager-nim!”
A staff member came running over in a panic.
“Sorry! We gave you the wrong sheet earlier.”
They quickly snatched the sheets from the kids and handed out new ones.
“Refer to these instead. Got it?”
They hurriedly took the old sheets and returned to the staff area.
“…That was suspicious. Really suspicious.”
The new sheet was normal.
Which meant the other one was…
Just as Eunchae said, I couldn’t shake the unease.
“Let’s start the interviews!”
At the director’s call, we reluctantly got up.
In filming, the broadcast team holds the power. Even if the content is unreasonable, if they claim it’s “for entertainment” or “for the sake of the show,” there’s no way to stop them.
Even if you beg for fair editing, they might screw you over with malicious cuts… Especially in audition shows like this.
With multiple groups and dozens of members but limited airtime, if the producers decide to focus on or unfairly edit someone, there’s nothing you can do.
Since they’d already taken the evidence, there was no point in making a fuss now.
“We’ll start with Harin.”
“Yes!”
Harin sat in the chair in front of the camera and answered the staff’s questions.
The questions would be edited into subtitles, leaving only her answers.
I monitored Harin’s interview closely.
If any of the members slip up and it airs, we’re the ones who’ll suffer.
Luckily, Harin answered smoothly, as if her broadcast experience hadn’t gone anywhere.
“That’s a wrap.”
“Ah… Yes! Thank you.”
As Harin got up to leave, a staff member gestured for her to sit back down.
“Harin-ssi, one moment. What we just filmed was for broadcast. Now we’ll do the *exclusive* version.”
Exclusive…?
Why film something that won’t air?
“Um…”
“Shh!”
When I tried to speak, another staff member gestured for silence. The camera was rolling.
“So, Harin-ssi, how old are you?”
“Born in 2001. Twenty-three.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
The director smirked as he asked. The other staff watched Harin with lewd eyes.
“Ah…”
“Answer quickly. We’re short on time.” “If you’re still a virgin, you can say so.”
These bastards…
“Excuse me. Hold on. Why are you asking—”
“Shh! Manager-nim, this is important filming. Wait outside.”
“Huh? I need to monitor. And why are you asking the kids these—”
“Ah, this is our job. Don’t interfere. Get out. Now.”
They tried to push me out of the room.
“No—I mean, the questions—!”
“Twenty-three… It was this year.”
Amid the struggle, Harin answered.
“Twenty-three? So… this year?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, so you’re not very experienced?”
“……….”
“Have you done it a lot?”
“I think I have.”
What kind of interview is this?
I wanted to yell, but the staff’s fierce resistance forced me out.
One staff member approached me with a frown.
“Manager-nim. Wasn’t this already agreed upon?”
“Agreed?”
“I mean this broadcast… Ha. Do you really not know?”
“…What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb… You should know. Everyone in this show does.”
“Just say it straight.”
“This isn’t just for broadcast. We’re also filming an *exclusive* version for VIP viewers. It’s in the contract.”
“The contract…?”
I wasn’t involved in the contract process.
The CEO handled the signing, of course.
He wasn’t the type to carefully explain the terms to me.
“Then…”
“Don’t blame us. We’re just following orders. But you shouldn’t interfere. If you ruin this, can you cover the penalty? It’s no joke.”
“……….”
Naturally, I had no idea about the contract’s toxic clauses.
“If you don’t want trouble, just sit quietly and manage the kids.”
With that, the staff called Eunchae in.
Harin left the room, and Eunchae entered.
No doubt, she’d get the same interview.
Which meant…
“…Pushover oppa?”
Sarangi would have to do this too.
Sarangi, in front of other men, answering questions about her first time, erogenous zones…
“I’m sorry, Director-nim.”
“Huh?”
“Let me… keep monitoring.”
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