42. So Yu-na's Manager Han Jeong-ah (29, Engaged, 5-Year Relationship)♥
"Get that pussy ready—I'm cumming soon!"
"Aang~♥ You're reaching all the way deep inside Yuna again…!"
"Then make it feel good and cry out nice and pretty for me again!"
"Ang…! Haang♥"
Smack! Smack! Smack! He reaches his peak and slaps her plump breasts with his big palm. But it doesn't seem to hurt as much as the sound suggests—she looks thrilled even as he hits her. Or maybe the massive pillar stuffed inside her is numbing any real pain.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch♥
"Ngh, here it comes! Cumming again!"
"Hik! HiiiIIIiiik!"
Chae Seon-woo thrusts hard, forcing her thighs straight up and clenching her ass tight around his cock. Yuna lets out a wild scream, her legs splaying wide as she trembles uncontrollably. Her back arches like a bow before snapping up, her neck craning back as she howls like a beast—then she collapses limp.
"……."
I watch, moistening my dry throat. It's got to be the umpteenth time. I peeked at some actual AV porn the other day for reference, but this was on another level. Just watching makes my lower belly tingle.
"……Huh?"
Yuna, her face slick with sweat and lolled to the side, spots me. I snap out of my trance and yank my hand away from where it'd wandered without me realizing.
"Unni… when did you get here?"
"Unni? ……Whoa! You scared me!"
Chae Seon-woo whips his head around and flinches. And there it is—that massive thing swinging between his legs. The brutal monster that just ravaged Yuna's insides, its rubber sheath drooping with an obscene load.
Does that even make sense…?
It's terrifying and impressive all at once. Like staring at a stud horse built solely to spread its genes.
No, no—snap out of it. I shake my head to clear the image. No more gawking like an idiot at his dick. Time to address this mess.
"Yuna, is this why you've been skipping streams?"
"Sorry… Oppa showed up today and kept nagging me…♥"
"Hey, don't sell out your partner…"
"Aing…♥"
Even in this situation, Chae Seon-woo playfully kneads Yuna's huge tits. He perches on the bed's edge, toying with the overflowing handfuls like they belong to him.
"Cut it out."
A simple word won't cut it, so I raise my voice. I zero in on Chae Seon-woo.
"You. Excuse me, but you're in the way—please leave."
"Pardon…? I'm still naked here…?"
"Ah, my mistake. Get dressed first, and don't come back."
"Whaaat~? Why not?"
He feigns innocent shock, all cheeky. Fine—if he wants details, I'll lay them out.
"You're bad for Yuna. Just today, you barged in and caused her to miss a scheduled stream, racking up losses."
"Well, technically…"
"I let today's slip by with a lax excuse about being busy, but I won't stand for it anymore."
I come on strong, and Chae Seon-woo looks flustered.
"Whoa, you're so rigid. Can't Yuna decide for herself as an adult? You're older than me, even."
"Eh? Really?"
"I'm Yuna's manager. She's like an elementary schooler who ignores her summer homework schedule, age be damned. Without me, she'd have no control. Consider this a warning—if you keep being uncooperative, I'll call the cops."
"We hooked up consensually—what crime would that be?"
"That depends on what the witness and Yuna's advocate—like me—makes up."
I wave my phone for emphasis. It's no idle threat. Chae Seon-woo forces a grin.
"Coming in hot, huh…."
"Sorry, unni…."
"You're punished too—next month's schedule's packed. Get ready."
"Eee…"
Her face sours instantly, cheeks puffing out in a pout.
"But we made a sex friends deal with oppa?"
"Sex friends…"
I mutter it without thinking. My eyes narrow. Does this airhead even grasp what that means? Is she really into this guy, or just hooked on the sex? Judging by the scene, it's the latter. Either way, it's a problem.
For years, I've trained this mood-swinging, self-indulgent girl to stream consistently. And this man is blatantly disrupting that rhythm. Today's stream is already gone—better cut ties before more damage.
"No. Meeting whenever you feel like it screws up her streams."
"But we didn't promise no boyfriends…."
"Can't control you, so from today, it's banned."
"Ack! That's unfair!"
Yuna sticks out her duck-lip pout. I draw a firm line, but unlike usual, she rebels. I repeat the denial like a wicked mother-in-law, and her face darkens. Feels like snatching a kid's favorite toy.
She likes him that much? A twinge of jealousy stirs, but I swallow it. I'm playing mom here. Still, I'm just hired help. Can't let a standoff drag—if the client gets pissy, I'm screwed. Time for compromise.
"Fine. If you're dying for it, go through me. I'll squeeze in time around her schedule."
"Hing… You're too mean…."
"This is lenient. We agreed streams happen on time, meteor crash or not, right?"
"……Yeah."
"Work hard again, and I'll slot him in. Until then, no meetings."
"Hiiiing…… Okay."
Good, she gets it. I exhale in relief and reconfirm with the culprit.
"You heard that? No direct contact with Yuna—go through me. And stay away from her place until then."
Chae Seon-woo, who's been blankly listening naked, mutters.
"So that's how it ends…?"
Deflated, like it's absurd. Can't blame him—the decision rolled right over his input. Still, relief. He rampaged like a tyrant in bed but folds easier than expected.
Hm…
Anyway, staring him straight-on is awkward with too many hang-ups, so I avert my eyes.
"Hey."
"Yes?"
"Get… dressed, please."
"Ah, right. Sorry about that."
He grins disarmingly, then shuffles around picking up his clothes from the floor. The talk cooled his arousal—it's deflated now.
……Gulp.
Still bigger than my pinky, though.
***
The sex friend fiasco with Yuna wrapped up, and the next day, I met Chae Seon-woo right away. He messaged first in the chat from last time. Spot: a famous chain cafe near Yuna's place. Bustling intersection in a busy district—not my vibe at all.
I sip coffee from the mug, then open fire.
"What, calling me back after just a day?"
"C'mon, why else meet Yuna's manager? You said ask permission, so here I am—can I see her?"
"After yesterday's lecture, that's not enough…? There's body management too—don't paw at other people's clients like objects."
I snap sharply; it grates. Not joking—it's scary. No doubt about his stamina. After sending him off, I helped clean up: nine used condoms, all bloated unnaturally. Wonder how his body's even built.
My eyes narrow; he smirks slyly.
"Truth? That's my excuse. Real business is with you, manager."
"……? With me?"
My heart skips oddly. A flutter of anticipation, like expecting something. Pulse quickens traitorously. I set down the mug calmly to hide it.
"What kind of business…?"
He pauses dramatically, then:
"Uh… any ideas or advice on adult streams?"
Out of left field. Zero buildup, shattering expectations.
"……Ideas for adult streams?"
"Yeah. Figured an expert like you would know."
"Why ask me?"
"You've been in the field forever—you must be clued in. Not huge news, but trends or hot stuff lately?"
"And what for?"
I deflect without showing my cards. He pauses again, fumbling words.
"Well…… a friend started streaming, super worried. Felt bad, thought I'd help a bit… haha."
His easy smile vanishes into awkward laughter. Mild letdown, but puzzle pieces click. I caught that channel in the news chatter; this confirms suspicions.
"That the hot new Gold Lion TV?"
Nailed it—he chokes on his straw, coughing wildly before mumbling in panic.
"Wha—how'd you know?!"
"It's all over the news, your vibe's suspicious. And most of all……"
"Most of all…?"
"Word is, the guy's got a monster cock on stream."
"Ah……."
He chuckles in wry acceptance. Gold Lion TV's exploding in views and buzz—a buff guy in a lion mask doing adult streams, mainly hunting content. Super unique; even piracy's blocked. Shot straight to platform top ranks on launch. Who knew him… World really is small.
"It's trending, early days with great numbers—what's the issue?"
"Feels too repetitive daily…."
"Repetitive?"
"Yeah. Viewers plateaued; replays are samey scenes. Worried about boredom soon……."
Hmm, head on his shoulders.
"I'll advise. Not genius ideas, but point out fixes?"
"No thanks."
"Why?!"
"I'm Yuna's manager. Not yours."
"C'mon, don't be cold—we're partners now! Want dick modeling again?"
"Partners means rivals spelled different. Fee's wired; meetings are booked—no time to chat you up."
I stand firmly, signaling resolve.
"That's it, right?"
"So heartless…."
"Great coffee. Bye."
I grab my bag and jacket, heading out. Wasted time? Nah—unexpected intel. Heels clicking, I glance back: Chae Seon-woo's ogling my ass outright. In this moment, eyes raking my stocking-clad thighs under the skirt like he's licking them.
……Aware of me?
I pause my heels briefly. Tempted to call him out, but busy—ignore and go. Still, that watched feeling lingers. Instinctively, Han Jeong-ah sways her suit skirt over her hips a little more.