episode_0148
by admin#148
I carefully grasped the USB.
[2023-12]
The date was meticulously written in pen.
“This month’s got quite a bit. Almost over 100 clips. Harin unnie’s in her recovery period, so she couldn’t film much. Most of it’s Se-a centered.”
“I see…”
“What’s wrong…… Getting excited already?”
“No… ……Well. Yeah. I am excited.”
“Wow. Seriously, Manager-nim, thinking about it now, you’re still a total pervert. No, wait—you *are* a pervert.”
“If it weren’t for Eunchae, what would’ve happened to me?”
“That’s why *I’m* the one bringing this to you. *Me*. If anyone found out, this’d be a disaster.”
“Yeah…… Thanks.”
“Um…… Did you watch mine too?”
“Huh?”
“The ones with me in them.”
Of course, I’d seen plenty of Eunchae’s clips too.
“……Yeah.”
“And that gets you excited?! Sure, you used to date Harin unnie and Sarangi, so I get that. Se-a…… Well, Se-a’s clips are basically porn anyway, so fine—but why do you need *mine*, huh?”
“……”
“Manager-nim, you don’t like me, right?”
“Not like that.”
“Wow. Look how serious you got. Kinda hurts.”
“Wouldn’t it be weirder if I *said* I did?”
“Yeah, guess so. Otherwise, I’d dump this coffee on your face right now.”
What was I even supposed to say here?
“But still…… It feels nice knowing you don’t leave me out, Manager-nim.”
“……That makes you happy?”
“Whether it’s good or bad, being left out would sting, you know?”
“Right. is the four of us as one.”
“‘Four of us as one’?”
Our words overlapped.
She burst into laughter, as if it were the funniest thing ever.
Moments like these, she really was just a kid.
Though what was on the USB probably told a different story.
“Wow…… Anyway. Manager-nim.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re hard right now, aren’t you?”
“……”
Actually, I was.
Not visibly, though.
“Gross…… Disgusting. You’re seriously getting off on videos of your exes and former idols getting railed by other guys? You’re *actually* insane.”
“………”
Frankly, I had nothing to say.
Because it was true.
Ever since Eunchae started giving me these videos, I’d been jerking off at home every single day.
Harin’s body changing day by day.
Sarangi, acting like she’d forgotten all about me.
Se-a, drowning in VIPs’ love.
And…… Eunchae, pretending to be innocent while getting freakishly skilled.
The fact that I alone could glimpse the hidden side of —now famous for their dazzling performances—thrilled me.
“When unnie said you were a total freak, I thought, ‘No way it’s *that* bad.’ But nope—you’re *definitely* a complete pervert.”
“……”
Again, no rebuttal. Because she wasn’t wrong.
“……Manager-nim?”
“Yeah.”
“……How about I give you a hand?”
“……!?”
Stunned, I looked straight at Eunchae. She turned her head slightly, avoiding my eyes.
What was she thinking? Was she teasing me?
“If you want…… I could…… help you out.”
“Seriously?”
“Not *doing* it with you, okay? Just… y’know. With my hand?”
She mimed stroking me while holding her coffee cup.
Still impossible to tell if she meant it.
But I was already hard again.
The thought of ’s Eunchae—now an idol way out of my league—jerking me off?
I nodded silently.
*
“This bathroom’s tiny.”
“Not meant for two. Obviously.”
“What else can we do? It’s the only place.”
The café restroom was relatively clean, probably well-maintained. And empty.
“Doing it somewhere like this feels weird after getting used to hotels.”
“………”
Suddenly, I remembered the time I’d overheard Eunchae in the bathroom before.
Back then, Eunchae was……
Honestly, I’d used that memory to get off more times than I could count.
“Take your pants off.”
I obeyed.
As I unbuckled my belt and unzipped, Eunchae watched with an amused gaze.
“Wow……. So this is Manager-nim’s.”
“……What do you think?”
“‘What do I think’? Pfft…… You *want* me to act surprised?”
“………”
I wouldn’t mind, but that was impossible.
“Wow…… So small. Now I get why Harin unnie and Sarangi called it tiny. This is fully hard?”
“………”
I silently nodded.
“Pffft…… Really? Ugh, don’t look so depressed. It’s kinda sad.”
“……Not crying.”
“Y-Your face is *totally* sulking! Did I tease too hard?”
“………”
“Fine, fine! I’ll just start, okay? Here…… Squeamish old man.”
Eunchae sidled up and gave me a quick half-hug.
Her body, tightly bundled like most idols’, still felt good against mine. She smelled nice, too.
Hesitantly, she took my dick in her right hand.
“Like this? Ugh…… What am I supposed to do when you pout like this? Acting like some teenage girl. No wonder Harin unnie and Sarangi ran off with other guys.”
“Tch……”
“Oh, wounded *again*.”
Not wounded—more like, weirdly turned on.
At some point, I’d realized being degraded like this *also* excited me.
“……Manager-nim?”
“…Yeah.”
“Hey…… I’ll help you out, so quit sulking. A man’s job is just getting hard, got it? Nothing pisses me off more than old dudes getting flaccid mid-shoot.”
“……”
“But… you *do* get nicely hard. So, uh…… Good job. Wooow~ Impressive boner.”
She praised me in the driest monotone imaginable.
Somehow, the teasing just made me hotter.
“……Should I start?”
Gently gripping me, she began stroking.
*Patpatpatpatpat……*
At first, she used her whole hand, but soon adjusted to just two fingers.
“……This better?”
“……Yeah.”
“Damn. You’re blessed, Manager-nim. Getting jerked off by an idol in a café bathroom.”
“Ngh…… Y-Yeah.”
“Say thanks. ‘Thanks, Eunchae~’ Go on.”
“Uh, E-Eunchae…… Thanks……”
“What *is* this? Hilarious.”
No clue what she even wanted from me.
“But…… If you keep being grateful…… Maybe… I could help out like this sometimes…?”
“Nnn…… Hah……”
*Patpatpatpatpat.*
“You *are* grateful, right? Right? I bring you the clips, *and* I jerk you off.”
“Y-Yeah……”
*Patpatpatpatpat……*
Her hand sped up.
Not tender, not affectionate—just mechanical, efficient.
But knowing it was *Eunchae*—now a top-tier idol—doing this? That alone was enough.
“Oh, our song again.”
’s music played over the café speakers—an old track I’d helped produce.
“Ahh~ Nostalgic. Right? Was I even in high school when this came out?”
“Y-Yeah……”
“How’s it feel getting jerked off by a girl you knew back in high school?”
“Ngh…… Best……”
“Wow. *Total* pervert. *Absolute* freak.”
*Patpatpatpatpatpat……!*
“Nn, Eunchae……”
“Huh? Already close?”
My hips trembled—the warning sign.
“Nn, Eunchae… I’m……”
“If you *dare* ask to come on me, I swear—see that toilet? Turn around. *Now*.”
Shit……
Wanted to ask, but she shut it down fast.
I angled myself toward the toilet.
“I’ll keep going. Come when you’re ready. Got it?”
“Tch…… Y-Yeah……”
*Patpatpatpatpatpat.*
Her hand never stopped, but she gave nothing else—no touching, no kissing, nothing.
*Patpatpatpatpat……*
“I-I’m coming……!”
*Splurt! Splurch! Splurt……!*
“…Ugh.”
My cum dribbled weakly into the bowl.
White bubbles floated on the water’s surface.
“Ughhh… Got some on my hand.”
“S-Sorry……”
“Whatever. I’ll wash it. Wow…… And it’s already shrinking?”
“……”
“What *is* this? Aww~ Baby dick. Cute~. Your balls are probably bigger.”
She crouched, grinning as she insulted my softening dick.
*Click! Click!*
“Wh-What’re you…”
“What? You watch our videos all the time.”
“B-But……”
“Ooh~ Worried I’ll misuse these? Relax. They’re just for my collection.”
That was a relief.
“Gonna send ’em to the group chat, though. ‘Manager-nim’s tiny dick.’ Pffft. Harin unnie and Sarangi’ll *die* laughing.”
“………”
Couldn’t even tell her not to.
Imagining Harin and Sarangi laughing at my dick before fucking other guys…… It only turned me on more.
“……Manager-nim.”
“Nn, yeah.”
“………Wanna do it with me?”
……Huh?
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