episode_0142

# 142

“Please look at the camera and state your name and age.”

“Eun-chae. Born in 2002. Twenty-two… years old.”

The smear-interview targeting Eun-chae had also begun.

Ever since earlier, she kept glancing sideways at me. *Is this right? Is this okay?* It was as if she was silently asking me.

“So, when was your first time?”

“Huh? First… what? What are you talking about?”

“Your first time.”

The cameraman shamelessly asked as if it was the most ordinary question.

“Ugh…!”

*Snap.* Eun-chae turned to look at me. As if pleading for me to do something.

But.

Truthfully, even Eun-chae knew well there was nothing I could do.

“I… I have to say it?”

“Yes.”

“It’s going on broadcast?”

“Not broadcast… No. This is for smear purposes. *Someone* will see it, though.”

*Heh heh heh.* The staff laughed.

Bastards.

How could none of them have even an ounce of hesitation?

“Ugh… I really *have* to?”

“Yep. Otherwise, you’re not appearing~.”

They said it outright, taunting her.

If they intimidated idols like this, none could refuse.

Every idol appearing on this show must have gone through the same ordeal by now.

All for the pleasure of those in power—rich, influential people.

And we couldn’t resist.

“My… first time was… this year.”

“Oh~. Harin just said hers was this year too. Did *Sepia* group-visit hosts or something?”

“Huh? W-what kind of question is that…?!”

“Hahaha. Just kidding. Next question—when was the best sex you ever had?”

“…W-what? T-that’s…—”

“Hurry up and answer.”

At the cameraman’s urging, Eun-chae looked at me again. I turned my head away. I didn’t leave, though.

“Uuu…!!”

“Were they *all* good?”

“N-not all…! Just…!”

“Then?”

“Th-the… sex in the… broadcasting station restroom… was the best.”

“Ooh~.” “Damn. You’re wilder than you look.” “Broadcasting station restroom? Idols these days…”

The staff murmured among themselves at Eun-chae’s answer.

Embarrassed, Eun-chae clenched her fists tightly, unable to lift her head properly.

“Lift your head. You’re not in frame.” “Look here! Over here!”

Following the staff’s instructions, she immediately corrected her posture.

In moments like these, she really was a flawless pro idol.

“If you had sex in the restroom, did you ever almost get caught?”

“Th-that’s…”

“Or did you get caught?”

“I-I don’t… think we got caught…”

“‘Don’t think’? So you’re not sure?”

“…Yeah.”

From what *I* remember.

They *definitely* got caught.

I caught them myself.

“Which part felt the best?”

“Huh!?”

“Your body. Which part.”

“……”

“Well?”

“……A-anal….”

Exclamations erupted among the staff.

“Damn~. This’ll be perfect clipped and used somewhere.” “We hit gold with this one.”

Who knows where and how these bastards will use this footage.

The humiliating questions—especially fixated on anal—continued relentlessly.

Eun-chae’s voice grew quieter, but every time the staff scolded her, she forced herself to straighten up again.

Finally, after about ten minutes, the interview ended.

“…Manager-nim?”

After wrapping up, Eun-chae called out to me on her way out.

“…Yeah.”

“Later… *Sigh*. Never mind. You couldn’t help it either.”

“……”

I thought she’d lash out in anger, but she just quietly stepped outside.

Then, next—Sarang entered.

—

After finishing the broadcast interview, Sarang was hit with the same questions.

“Sarang-ssi, when was your first time?”

“…Huh?”

Just like Eun-chae, her reaction was disbelief.

She looked at me, asking silently if this was real, but at the same time—

Her eyes also held fear.

If we’re talking about Sarang’s *first time*… It’d mean recalling her experience with Han Myung-soo—the one we’ve been trying to forget.

“Your first time. First time having sex.”

“Ah… Can I… say ‘no comment’?”

“No. You *have* to answer.” “If you’ve never done it, say you’re a virgin.”

“……”

“Are you a virgin?”

“…No.”

“Then when was it?”

“That’s…”

She kept glancing at me.

Every time she hesitated, Myung-soo’s face flashed in my head.

Sarang’s moans that day. Her desperate pleading. Their sweet whispers.

Memories I’d buried were resurfacing.

And Sarang must have been reliving them too.

“Excuse… excuse me!”

“Hm?”

“C-can the manager… step out?”

In an instant, *every* attendant turned to look at me.

“What should we do, Manager-nim?”

“Huh? Oh… Well.”

“Since this isn’t for broadcast, monitoring isn’t necessary. If the talent is uncomfortable, we’d prefer you wait outside…”

“Ah…”

I looked at Sarang. The second our eyes met, she jerked her head away.

Of course. She couldn’t say those things in front of me.

But she couldn’t refuse either.

“…I’ll step out.”

Carefully, I closed the door behind me.

*Sigh…*

I pulled an earpiece from my pocket.

Haven’t used this thing in a while.

The transmitter must still be in that room—I left it behind on purpose.

I put the earpiece in and quickly slipped into the empty room next door.

Turning up the volume, the audio came through immediately.

“…Now that the manager’s gone, let’s talk freely.”

“…Alright. *Sigh*…”

Sarang took a deep breath and spoke.

“My… first time was… about a month or two ago.”

“Two months? Pretty recent.”

“Yeah.”

“Where’d it happen?”

“…I don’t remember exactly. Some motel near the beach… I think.”

“The beach? So it was during a trip?”

“…Yeah.”

“Who was it with?”

“……Do I have to say?”

“Relax. We’re not exposing scandals here.”

“It’s just…”

“So? Who was it?” “If it was multiple people, you can say that too.”

At Sarang’s words, the staff started imagining all sorts of wild scenarios.

“The… the person the company introduced me to…”

“The *company*? Do agencies set up blind dates now?”

“Ah! N-not like that! Just… they said it was an important person, so I should meet them…”

“Ah~.”

Everyone murmured as if they understood.

“How did your first time feel?”

“Huh?!”

“The feeling. Was it good?”

“That’s…”

“Details would be great.”

“……”

Sarang stayed silent.

Talking about Myung-soo was taboo between us.

Something we both knew but never spoke of.

We agreed to bury it—pretend it never happened—until it hardened into history.

We built our love atop that buried dirt.

One day, it’d harden into solid ground.

But now… it was time to dig it back up.

“You know… uh…”

Sarang’s voice sounded… strange.

A sweet tone I’d *never* heard before—not even when we had sex.

The only time I’d heard her sound like this… was during her calls with Myung-soo.

“It… was *so* big… It filled me up completely… stretching me to the limit…”

“So it felt good?”

“……Yeah.”

“How big was it?”

“Ah…”

Right now, Sarang was *thinking* about it.

About Myung-soo’s size.

Dragging out the memories we swore to forget.

And in doing so…

Reliving them.

That day—the pleasure that made her moan and scream.

“‘Bout… this big.”

“Woah.” “H-holy—!” “Damn. For your first time? Brutal.”

Listening through audio alone, I couldn’t *see* what was happening.

But I could guess—she must’ve gestured with her hands.

“Seriously? Hard to believe.”

“…Yeah. It’s true. It was almost exactly that.”

“How’d you even… Didn’t it hurt?”

“Ah… Of course it did… But he held me so warmly… Waited until my body got used to it… He was so, *so* skilled…”

“In short—he was good.”

“……”

“So was *that* your best time too? The first time?”

“……Yeah.”

“How many times did you do it?”

“Almost… ten times…”

Gasps spread among the staff again.

Even I couldn’t believe it until I heard it myself.

But Myung-soo *actually* kept going for a full four hours—nonstop.

Unbelievable stamina for a man in his 50s.

Nothing like me—finishing as soon as I’m inside… A *real* dominant male.

“Do you still see him?”

“No… We don’t meet anymore.”

Hearing that, I let out a small sigh of relief.

If she could outright deny it even *here*, maybe I could relax.

Even if it was only for a month, Sarang and I had *that* much trust.

“…But you still think about him sometimes?”

“……Yeah. Sometimes.”