Chapter 423
Chapter 423
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 423
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (61)
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It was hardly a simple celebration... The members' kisses looked utterly lewd. They gently pressed their lips together, extended their saliva-slicked tongues, and greedily sucked on the vice president's saliva. Siwoo wanted to kiss them too... but regrettably, nothing like that happened.
"Nee? Th-that's a bit... sorry."
"Eeeeh? No way!"
"......That's sexual harassment. Don't ever say that again."
The members turned serious and rejected his request outright. Even though they weren't drunk, Siwoo's head was spinning. The vice president was fine... but not him? He couldn't make sense of the scene unfolding before his eyes. Stunned, Siwoo clutched his head.
In truth, even kissing just for hitting number one didn't make any sense...
But Siwoo, lost in a haze of mental exhaustion, failed to notice. The kisses between the idols and the vice president seemed that natural. Right now, the vice president was holding Gaeun in his arms, savoring the taste inside her mouth. Seeing that, Siwoo staggered and downed his glass.
There was no choice now... He had to drink to endure it.
To escape, Siwoo opted to pass out instead. He and Park Jinsu, who was in the same boat, chugged liquor like madmen. It was premium whiskey he'd prepared in advance to share with the members, but the Citrus girls never touched it.
"Ugh, damn it."
But... had he drunk for nothing? Siwoo woke up with a throbbing migraine, unsure when he'd blacked out. He surveyed the trashed living room of the dorm, groaned as he got up, and shuffled toward the bathroom. He needed to splash some cold water on his face.
"Haa, ungh... Slurp, chuup, haa... Ungh..."
However, Siwoo couldn't use the bathroom.
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The vice president sat on the toilet, kneading Gaeun's breasts, while Gaeun kissed him, feeling his crude caresses. Siwoo's mind went blank at the unexpected sight of the two... Were they seriously having sex right now? It was absurd. But the scene before his eyes was reality.
Siwoo's face filled with horror.
"What? Haa... Ngh, ungh... Don't look."
"E-Eun-ah, you..."
"Pervert."
"No, right now you're..."
"Get out. Haa, yeah... Get out."
Not wanting Siwoo to see, Gaeun covered her breasts with her arms. Yet she didn't stop having sex. Whether Siwoo was there or not, she let out lewd sounds... and shook her hips to satisfy the vice president. Then came the wet, squelching noises. Flustered, Siwoo turned his head away.
"Team Leader Lee. You'll pretend you didn't see this, right?"
"No, what the hell is..."
"Lovers can have sex, can't they?"
"......L-Lovers?"
"Tut, chuuup... Hng, haa, whatever... Haa, focus on the kiss."
The vice president's insane nonsense. Siwoo bristled at the word 'lovers' and started to snap back... but recalled Gaeun's ecstatic face just moments ago. Her expression overflowing with affection and lust as she made love to the vice president.
Did that mean they were really dating?
He refused to accept it even in death, but he couldn't deny it after seeing that. Gaeun and the vice president secretly meeting in the dorm bathroom. They were lovers. Reeling from the shocking truth, the wounded Siwoo quietly stepped out of the bathroom.
The relationship with an idol that Siwoo had so desperately wanted.
The vice president had achieved it.
Siwoo burned with jealousy toward the vice president, who was having sex with none other than Gaeun. He felt an indescribable pain. She wasn't his woman... but she was one he could have had soon. The despair of her being stolen away crushed him.
His mind grew hazy from it all.
"Aang, we hit number one... Right? So today, hehe... the rape play you promised..."
But then, from afar, beyond the table... a coquettish voice reached him. It snapped Siwoo back to reality, and he approached the source. The conversation was too explicit to ignore. As a producer, he had to check it out.
"Haa, ngh, ungh! This, haa... being forced, ungh! Aaaang!"
"You'll wake the girls. Keep your voice down."
"Mmph?! Ha, uungh! Haaa... More, haa... Block it, ungh, uungh!"
However... what was happening to Yujinhee wasn't rape.
Yujinhee was having sex with the vice president, tears of joy streaming down her face. He mounted her, pressing his body fully against hers, and pried her lips apart to silence her mouth. She hugged him happily, limbs wrapping around him. To anyone watching, they looked like the picture of pure love. Even though the vice president's girlfriend was supposedly Gaeun.
"Vice President, haa... Do you know?"
"What?"
"Hitting number one... Ngh, uungh... isn't as good as... becoming your girlfriend."
"Yeah?"
"Ungh... Haa, so, uungh... you'll cum inside today too, right?"
But something was off.
From the conversation alone, she sounded like the vice president's girlfriend too. No, it wasn't just an impression. The vice president finally creampied inside Yujinhee. As he shuddered and pulled out his dick... she beamed and started sucking it clean. Seeing that... Yujinhee was his girlfriend too.
Siwoo's heart pounded wildly.
"Haaa... Chup, sluuurp... Ngh, ungh... Haa, thanks for the meal... Hehe."
Not just one, but two girls dating the vice president. Siwoo, now truly hating him, shed tears and fled the spot. The idol blowjob he'd fantasized about countless times... was being given to the vice president instead of him. He couldn't bear to watch anymore.
"Ugh."
But the torment didn't end there. Siwoo slipped on some unknown 'something' and tumbled uncontrollably. What he saw as he fell... was Yuki fingering Ciel's smooth pussy.
"Come on, Ciel-chan. Gotta keep it wet until Master comes."
"Haaa... Haat! Haaang... Yuki, haat! Right there... Ungh!"
"This spot feels good? Got it. I'll just rub here."
"That's not... Aaah! Aang..."
Master...? N-No way... It couldn't be...
Yuki spouted words Siwoo never wanted to hear. Trembling at 'Master,' Siwoo shook violently... when the person he'd hoped would never appear passed right by him. He patted Yuki's head, then pulled out his dick and plunged it into Ciel's pussy.
"Aaaaang! Haa, ungh! Aaang!"
"Ciel-chan, haaa... You love Master's dick that much?"
"Aang, not there, haaa... Nooo!"
Of course, that someone was the vice president.
"Hng, ungh... If we get caught like this, what then, haa... Eee..."
"It's fine, Ciel-chan. Master's here."
"Yeah, Ciel. Even if we get caught, I'll handle it, so don't worry and take your birth control."
"Neeeh... Hn, ungh..."
"Um, M-Master... Now... haa, it's my turn, right?"
"Hmm. What should I do?"
"M-Master... Haaa, please... Ungh, fuck Yuki's pussy too, haa... I got it nice and wet for you... Heung, Maaaster..."
"Can't be helped. Spread 'em."
"Haaa... Master!"
After Yujinhee and Gaeun, even the maknaes fell to the vice president. And Yuki called him 'Master.' It wasn't just a title—the way he acted made him seem like her actual owner.
The vice president thrust into her with all his might. The bed creaked loudly, and Yuki's waist arched sharply. The girl who should have been the purest and most innocent... was being defiled by the vice president right now.
"Haa, uungh... Haa, Maaaster... Uungh?! C-Ciel-chan?!"
"I'll clean the cum off your pussy, slurp... Yuki, you suck Vice President's."
"W-Wait... Aaang! I-I just came!"
"Hmph. That's why I'm doing it?!"
More than just dating, the vice president seemed to own them. Watching the young idols who should serve him instead serve the vice president... Siwoo sank into uncontrollable depression, tears flowing. His perfect plans, set to start today, were ruined before they began.
In the end, he collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep.
"Excited 'cause your boyfriend's here?"
"Ngh, ungh... It's not... haa... that..."
"No? Then why's it clenching so tight?"
"That's... Ahng, ungh... Non-Asian dick's... haat... too big... Ungh!"
But the vice president's sex marathon didn't end there.
In front of Park Jinsu, dozing against the sofa... Eunha bent over, gripping his shoulder. Siwoo woke at the word 'boyfriend'... just as the vice president doggied her. He grabbed her small, cute ass and pounded away with loud smacks. Watching her waist bend to the rhythm... Siwoo went from crying to laughing.
"Vice President, haa... I love Vice President's dick more! Uungh!"
"......Didn't ask."
"But, haaa... you're gonna ask! Aaang!"
"True, but..."
"Aaang! Cumming... haaa... from non-Asian dick!"
The vice president had fucked every Citrus member. Toward the man who'd achieved everything Siwoo dreamed of... he could no longer feel jealousy. Exhausted even from envy, Siwoo watched the vice president and Eunha's sex, shoulders shaking.
"Me next."
"E-Eun-ah! Not done yet!"
"Ah, th-then after Eun-ah unnie, me."
"Ciel?! A... Ah, aa, then I'm third!"
"Ehehe, then I'm after Jinhee unnie."
"What are you all... Ungh, haaa... Does that make me last?"
Then, the rest of the members entered the living room.
And... they got on all fours beside Eunha mid-sex, sticking out their asses for the vice president. Siwoo got an eyeful of the Citrus members' pussies. Every one used up. And the one who'd used them... was none other than the vice president. As if to prove it, his cum dripped from each of their pussies.
Siwoo's vision went dark.