episode_0150

#150

Why did I run so desperately?

To raise . To somehow keep them alive.

For four years, I struggled, but I failed.

To make up for my failure.

To somehow seize a chance at survival.

I sold Harin, Eun-chae, Sarang, and Sea.

To other men.

No.

This is my excuse.

Under the pretense of doing it for , I lured the girls and pushed them into the arms of repulsive men.

For my own happiness.

For my own… self-gratification.

With just the words, “I had no choice,” I trampled on their hearts and satisfied my own lust.

So, in a way, it was only natural that I was punished.

I lost love. I lost .

But I hadn’t yet lost the desire for ’s happiness.

Even though I was the one who offered them up, what right did I have to make excuses?

Still, I loved .

The wish for the girls to be happy—that, at least, was more sincere than anyone else’s.

That hasn’t changed even now.

—

“Introducing to our VIP guests—the girl group !”

“Waaah…!”

Amid the cheers of middle-aged men, the girls stepped forward.

Dressed in swimsuits, smiling and waving at the uncles.

“Ah….”

Harin walked cautiously, holding her noticeably swollen belly.

The men cheered as they looked at her stomach, as if they already knew.

I see.

Only now, seeing it with my own eyes, does it feel real.

Inside her is the child of Park Dong-chul and Harin.

A sight I never wanted to imagine, never even thought of—Harin like this.

I grit my teeth, holding back tears.

“Harin, isn’t that a little dangerous~?”

“Eun-chae’s got that picky look again today.”

“Wow… Sarang’s swimsuit is basically just draped over her.”

“Sea! Sea! Sea! Sea!”

Filthy men who came here to devour .

But I knew there was no difference between them and me.

I cheered along with them.

I clapped like them.

The girls stood in a line and bowed to us.

“Two, three. We are , the most radiant in the world!”

The same greeting they always gave whenever they took the stage, no matter where or when.

—

Needless to say, what followed was an orgy.

Harin sat on a sunbed, taking turns sucking off two men.

Eun-chae was handling five men in ways I’d only seen in AVs.

Three men clung to Sarang, shaking their cocks at her.

And for Sea… there was already a line.

“Ahhhn…! Hhng…!”

“Haa…! Do you… like this?”

“Hhng…! Hhmm…!”

“Aahh…! Uhhhn…!”

The girls’ moans echoed from every corner.

I hid quietly, just watching.

No—I carefully pulled down my swim trunks.

And masturbated.

Ah.

The girls I raised.

The idols I created.

The girls I worked with are now being devoured by men.

Stripped naked, legs spread, letting out vulgar moans as they cling to those men.

This is the result of the path I walked.

This is… .

“Hey. What’re you doing, hiding in the corner?”

It was that uncle from earlier. Maybe trying to look out for me as a first-timer, he gestured for me to step forward.

“Ah, no… I’m fine.”

“Fine, my ass. Everyone here came for the same reason. Don’t be shy~. Gotta be proactive. Young man like you.”

“Really… I’m fine.”

“You’re hopeless.”

The uncle grabbed my arm.

His grip was terrifyingly strong.

Dragged by his force, I stumbled forward, my small cock swaying, toward the crowd.

Before my eyes—a feast of flesh.

Endless moans.

All of it right in front of me.

“Aah…!”

Images of the girls from the past six years flashed through my mind like a film reel.

The girls I’d raised since middle school, since high school—like little sisters to me.

Now, they were being brutally violated among these uncles.

“…Ah.”

My eyes met Harin’s as she sucked a cock with all her might.

She recognized me instantly.

“…Manager.”

“Manager-nim?”

“Huh? Pushover Oppa?”

At Harin’s words, the girls all stopped moving their hips and looked at me.

“…Wow. You actually came.”

Eun-chae smirked, eyeing me up and down.

My pathetic cock, barely the size of a finger, twitched pathetically as I stood before them.

Our reunion after half a year—it couldn’t have been worse.

“Manager-nim… I didn’t think you’d come here.”

“Harin.”

The girls approached me. The men, as if amused, stepped aside to watch.

Naked, their bodies smeared with sweat and semen, the girls stood before me in a line.

“Long time no see.”

“…Yeah.”

“How’d you get here?”

“…I was invited.”

Eun-chae shook her head beside me. Probably telling me not to say more. Seems they hadn’t discussed inviting me together.

“We’ve… been living like this.”

“I see…”

“These gentlemen support our activities a lot outside.”

“…I’m sure.”

The cars I saw on the way in, the men’s appearances—there was no denying they were wealthy and powerful.

“Manager-nim.”

“Yeah.”

“We’re… happy.”

“What…?”

“As idols, we’re shining brighter now than we ever have before.”

“……”

It was true.

First place on music shows.

Topping all three major music charts.

Their ads plastered in subway stations.

Concerts sold out.

Turn on the TV, open YouTube—their ads everywhere.

Official fan club members: 100,000.

Ranked 3rd in idol brand reputation.

Their latest subunit single sold 500,000 copies in its first week.

By all accounts, they were one of the girl groups dominating the era.

“So this is our gratitude.”

Gratitude.

“Yeah. Pushover Oppa. Thank you.”

The other girls nodded.

“Our way of thanking those who made us who we are.”

“…Right.”

When was it?

I remember talking about character, always telling them to be grateful to everyone.

“So we’re grateful to you too, Manager-nim.”

“…To me?”

“Even if there were a lot of ups and downs, you’re the one who led us here, right?”

“……”

No.

I didn’t deserve to hear that.

I only ever did it… to satisfy my own lust.

“So today, we’ll show you our special thanks.”

“Ugh… So this is how it ends up.”

“Pushover Oppa. It’s been a while since you did it with me, right?”

“Oppa. It’s your first time with me, isn’t it? I’ve always wanted to try you.”

The four girls approached me.

Kneeled before my cock.

“Everyone, please watch. This is the manager who raised all this time.”

“Oh~. I see.”

“So he’s the manager. That explains it.”

“Starting now, will all serve the manager who raised us for six years!”

Applause erupted around us. I was too stunned to even laugh.

The girls pressed their faces close to my cock, opening their mouths.

All I could see were their lips.

They were so small.

So soft.

And now, my cock was about to touch them.

“Okay, let’s begin.”

All four girls kissed my cock at once.

“Hng…!!”

Squelch! Slurp! Schlick!

The moment their lips touched me, I came instantly.

“Hah…! Ah…! G-Girls!”

“Whoa. He came the second they touched him.”

“Pushover Oppa. You’re such a quick shot~.”

“Ah… No wonder the unnis said…”

“Manager-nim.”

Their breaths were right beside me.

Every moment we’d spent together was right beside me.

“……$#@!@-nim.”

—

I opened my eyes.

A dark room.

Only the screen glowing brightly.

On it, the four girls moaned in the arms of men.

“Ha… Haha….”

The cock in my hand grew limp. Cum dripped between my fingers.

The semen that had scattered in the air seeped into the floor, quietly disappearing.

“Girls….”

I looked at them on the screen.

Their faces, happy and joyful in the arms of men.

My idols. My joy.

I turned up the volume on my earphones.

I could hear their breaths even closer.

The USBs piled on my desk.

I could see even more of the girls.

On one monitor, they danced on stage.

On another, they served men.

“Ah… Haha…!”

Even if no one was beside me in reality.

On the screen, the girls shone brighter than anyone else in the world.

Of course—they were , the most radiant in the world.

And so, today too, I watched them.

And masturbated.

(Final)