The Betrayers' Exposed Shame
The scene of Yoo Seok-yeon and Min Hee-jae arguing replayed in my mind.
“Fuck, were you embezzling the money from the sexual sponsorships? The earnings from selling the kids’ bodies?”
The memory of Min Hee-jae’s furious rant and stabbing gestures made my blood run cold.
“So this was what he was saying. Really, Cindy and Cara were actually doing sexual transactions with men?”
The videos were shocking even to watch. Cindy and Cara from Curie Girls performing sex that looked like sexual services with middle-aged men.
“How could they do that? They had fame and were making money, why resort to sex work? It doesn’t make sense.”
Their father had turned them into a girl group and built them into idols. They weren’t some small-time group that needed to do this. Something was clearly wrong.
“And who filmed these, and how did Park Dong-hoon end up with them?”
Everything was a complete mystery. The fact that Cindy and Cara had engaged in sexual transactions was already a bombshell, but that Park Dong-hoon possessed the recordings was on another level. Why the hell did he have them? That was the question burning in my mind.
“I’d better review these videos carefully.”
These were gold. More than gold—real dynamite. These could completely destroy Cindy and Cara, and possibly even bring down Min Hee-jae’s agency and Park Dong-hoon himself.
There were more video files than I expected. Organized by date, I could see exactly when and where the sex had taken place. They had recorded the footage for a long time.
I opened the folder with the oldest date.
“This is the oldest date.”
Two years ago. Right after my father died and Yoo Seok-yeon stole the company.
“He couldn’t have done sexual services back then. It had to have started after he became the representative.”
There was no way Luna Girls would have done sex work. It only began after they were rebranded as Curie Girls.
“Luna Girls was already famous enough, so why was sex work necessary? Let’s start with the oldest video.”
I hit play.
The location was unclear, but it was almost certainly a hotel or motel room.
“The audio is there too. They even recorded sound. Hotels wouldn’t do that—too easy to get caught. It had to be a motel.”
Installing hidden cameras in hotels was risky. They required detailed real-name records of every guest, and hotels monitored network and electricity usage. One slip and you were found out instantly.
Motels were different. Easier to hide a camera, harder to detect, and you couldn’t trace the installer. They didn’t keep real-name information on long-term guests. This had to be a motel.
The footage had been edited, so it started with Cindy sitting in the room.
“Ah, fuck! Having to fuck a middle-aged guy. This pisses me off! But if we want to beat the other girl group, we have no choice. Sigh… I just wanted to hang out with hot guys at the club, not some sleazy motel with an old man’s dick.”
Cindy, leader of Curie Girls, looked disgusted at the thought of doing sexual sponsorship.
A little while later the doorbell rang. Cindy opened the door and a man stepped in.
“You’re CKN Media’s CP Han Seong-ho, right?”
CP and variety-show director for CKN Media’s CN Net. In the entertainment industry his influence was absolute.
“Welcome, Director-nim!”
“Oh, yeah. It’s different seeing you in a place like this, not the broadcasting station. You look much more feminine. Of course, you were feminine on stage too, haha.”
“Thank you for seeing me so beautifully. Would you like something to drink?”
“Something refreshing, please.”
“Yes, Director-nim.”
A moment ago Cindy had been furious about having to fuck the guy. Now she smiled brightly and welcomed Director Han Seong-ho with a graceful bow. Her entire attitude had flipped in an instant.
“Have you showered yet?”
“Yes, I washed first.”
“Then I’ll shower too.”
“Yes.”
I didn’t need to watch the rest of the video.
After his shower Director Han Seong-ho started peeling off Cindy’s clothes one by one.
“Director-nim, I’m so embarrassed.”
“You said you had no experience with men, right?”
“I’ve had experience with guys my age, but with someone as old as you, this is my first time.”
“Really? Haha. So I’m the first broadcasting person to eat Cindy’s pussy?”
“Yes, that’s right. I’ve never slept with anyone except my boyfriend. This is Director-nim’s first time. So please take good care of me, okay?”
“Of course. How could I not cherish such a beautiful Cindy? Come here.”
“Yes.”
Slap— suck— slurping sounds filled the room.
Cindy’s clothes fell away one piece at a time.
*Gulp—*
Aside from the fact that Cindy was a traitor, she would have made a perfect leader for Luna Girls. She was the oldest of the three, so she naturally became the leader and center. Her singing and dancing skills were solid, and she knew how to handle her juniors. She was a good leader.
During my father’s time he never touched Luna Girls’ bodies. He believed natural beauty was the long-term appeal and only allowed light micro-surgeries. Breast implants were never mentioned. But Cindy’s chest now measured over a D-cup.
Big breasts, slim waist, beautiful hips, and the smooth line from the Y-shaped pussy down to her thighs. One perfect, fuckable body. Cindy standing naked in front of Director Han Seong-ho, his face couldn’t hide his delight.
Director Han Seong-ho smiled down at her and soon stripped off his own clothes and climbed onto the bed.
“Let’s begin. You know you have to treat me well so I can treat you well later, right?”
“Yes, I remember. Let’s start then.”
Slurp— suck— lick— lick— lick—
Cindy knelt carefully and began pleasuring Director Han Seong-ho with her mouth and tongue. His body began to twitch with growing excitement.
The camera angle was artistic. It captured both the bed and the door at the same time. The left third showed the door, the right third the bed at a diagonal. Cindy’s bare ass and dripping pussy filled the frame clearly.
Because the resolution was so sharp, every detail of their sex was crystal clear.
Cindy’s head and tongue moved lower, reaching Director Han Seong-ho’s groin. She glanced at his cock, her face twisted with disgust. She was about to put a fat caterpillar in her mouth and she looked ready to puke.
But Director Han Seong-ho couldn’t see it. He was lying on his back looking at the ceiling, while Cindy’s face was turned toward the hidden camera.
She couldn’t stop now. One mistake and she’d fall off a cliff. Cindy took a deep breath and wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking it.
It didn’t get hard. A little, but not enough. Insertion would be impossible.
“My hands aren’t enough. Use your mouth. A warm, soft mouth makes it easier to get hard.”
“Yes, I’ll use my mouth.”
Her voice was polite, but her face—facing the camera—was twisted with disgust. The thought of sucking Director Han Seong-ho’s ugly cock made her want to vomit.
If he had seen her face he would have felt betrayed beyond belief.
Cindy’s lips parted and her tongue began licking slowly. She kept pleasuring him until she finally took his cock deep into her mouth. Proper sexual sponsorship had begun.