Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 011
Chapter Title: Smooth Armpits
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Smooth armpits were visible.
A dark room.
Even lying in bed, Ye-rin couldn't fall asleep.
No matter how much she thought about it, the idea that this wasn't right had taken firm root in her mind.
Her daily life had been completely upended in just a few days.
'...Should I expose it?'
Ye-rin looked at her Instagram.
The comments full of love and support from her fans.
Her fans would surely protect her.
Ye-rin twitched her fingers to start writing a post, but...
"...".
She closed it right away.
Because Ye-rin knew it too.
She knew that what she'd done to Kim Sung-woo was power abuse.
If Ye-rin exposed the harassment she'd endured, Kim Sung-woo wouldn't stay quiet either.
It would lead to a power abuse controversy, and in the end, they'd both crash and burn together. That much was obvious.
Ye-rin pulled the blanket over her head.
She didn't want her idol career to end because of that guy.
She'd endured that filthy act all because she wanted to keep being an idol, and now he wanted them to go down together?
"...Hic."
Ye-rin let out a tiny sob.
In the Carnival always filled with memories alongside her members, the moment she'd sucked Kim Sung-woo's dick flashed vividly in her mind.
The nightmarish time when she'd had to take that nobody's cock in her mouth and allow him to touch her body came rushing back.
It was humiliating, infuriating. She hated herself for being unable to do anything in that situation.
But Ye-rin's resentment never quite extended to self-reflection on the past.
'That bastard. Drop dead.'
Ye-rin punched the pillow repeatedly.
A guy well over thirty acting like a pathetic creep toward someone way younger than him!
'Drop dead. Drop dead, Kim Sung-woo!'
Ye-rin cursed him with all her heart.
But soon, she forced her reddened eyes to calm down.
'At least I won't have to see him tomorrow. Let's just cool off for now.'
Tomorrow was a personal schedule day.
And that day, a different manager was supposed to come.
If she'd had to face Kim Sung-woo back-to-back, she might've really lost her mind...
At least she'd get a breather for one day.
Clinging to that single comfort, Ye-rin finally managed to calm her heart.
The moment I got home, I felt great.
I even heard a cheerful guitar riff playing in my head.
Why was I in such a good mood?
Because the points had arrived.
Sex with controllable target completed.
Additional 10 points awarded.
"Ten points again today. Can't get any higher?"
Considering I'd gotten 10 points for my first time too, it didn't seem like a small amount.
Still, maybe there was a way to earn more? I'd have to think about the point distribution criteria sometime.
After closing the system...
I recalled what had happened earlier.
Shin Ye-rin, the LUNIQUE member with the most male fans.
And that same Shin Ye-rin, who'd looked down on me so much...
Had climaxed right in front of me.
"...Should've recorded it."
I regretted it a bit, but shook my head.
There'd be plenty of chances anyway, so I'd save that for later.
I glanced at my hand, still slick.
The feel of her pussy lingered on my fingers.
Ye-rin's expression as she felt my touch came back to me.
Even as she glared at me with a fierce look, she couldn't do a thing and had to obey. It stirred a sadistic urge.
'...Feels like I'm discovering new tastes.'
With those thoughts, I opened Ye-rin's status window.
Not out of worry for her or anything.
I just figured a girl like her wouldn't let something like that shred her mentally.
And sure enough.
- Her mentality is extremely damaged due to a temporary drop in vocal ability. She requires mental care.
- She harbors disgust toward 'Kim Sung-woo'.
Just as expected from Ye-rin.
No big changes.
Even after sucking off the dick of the guy she'd treated like a bug, it ended with just disgust.
'Yeah. That's the kind of bitch who'd throw all that attitude around.'
Her personality that didn't crumble even while getting fucked wouldn't just vanish.
Her tough mentality that never let me down made me feel like I could push even harder.
"Hmm...".
Naturally, my thoughts drifted there, and my dick stiffened right up.
I fiddled with it using the hand that still held Ye-rin's texture.
"Ah... I miss Ye-rin already."
I stroked myself while replaying the scene from earlier.
I should've tormented her like this then.
I should've defiled her like that.
Now that it was over, I regretted not tormenting her more thoroughly.
And tomorrow, I might not even see her.
Because another roadie was set to handle her personal schedule.
Imagining her free from me for a whole day tomorrow pissed me off.
'Can't just let her have a day off like this.'
Giving her a breather might be better than tormenting her daily sometimes.
But it didn't sit right with me.
I didn't want to.
Especially with Shin Ye-rin, who might get weird ideas if given any breathing room. Let her rest for a day?
'No way in hell.'
The moment I decided, I scrolled through my contacts.
-Kang Min-jae
'Tomorrow's her personal schedule handler... Min-jae, right?'
I called him, and he picked up before two rings.
-Yes, Sung-woo hyung. What's up?
"Min-jae. You're handling Ye-rin tomorrow, right?"
I mentioned tomorrow's schedule, and Kang Min-jae's voice noticeably deflated.
-Ah... Yeah. That's right.
"You okay for tomorrow? She hasn't been looking great lately."
Rather than getting to the point, I started by expressing concern for his condition.
Kang Min-jae really had been in rough shape lately, hit hard in a fatal spot for a guy.
And soon enough...
-Ha... I'm going insane.
A heavy sigh came through the speaker.
Kang Min-jae vented his worries.
-When I'm with the LUNIQUE members, their crap attitudes die down a bit, but a personal schedule? God, how much shit will she give me? My hair's already falling out thinking about it.
"I heard your hair loss is getting pretty bad."
-I'm just turning thirty, hyung. Dad's bald, sure, but it's not time for me yet... Sigh.
The fatal spot where Kang Min-jae had taken a direct hit.
His hair!
Kang Min-jae had been the second-most tormented roadie after me these past three months, with a soft mentality to boot.
As a result, he'd ended up with alopecia areata from enduring Shin Ye-rin's abuse.
So from Min-jae's perspective, he couldn't possibly like the Ye-rin who'd accelerated his hair loss.
I pretended to ponder his lament for a moment before casually tossing it out.
"How about this, Min-jae?"
-What?
"I'll take Ye-rin's personal schedule tomorrow instead."
-What? You, hyung?
Min-jae was startled and hesitated, not accepting right away.
-I appreciate it, but... You find her personal schedules burdensome too.
"They're burdensome. But watching your hair fall out is more burdensome."
-Kuhk...! Hyung...!
Min-jae swallowed tears, sounding moved.
-Then I'll leave it to you, Sung-woo hyung...!
"Got it. I'll let Ye-rin know, so you protect those roots."
-Yes! Thank you, Sung-woo hyung!
I ended the call and turned off my phone.
The corners of my mouth twitched sleazily.
What? Tell Ye-rin?
'No way.'
With her personality, she'd be thrilled inside thinking she wouldn't see me tomorrow. Why spoil that now?
'Gotta see it right in front of her eyes.'
I imagined Ye-rin's face crumbling when she realized I was at the Carnival where Kang Min-jae was supposed to be.
She'd be utterly devastated for sure.
Just picturing Ye-rin's crushed expression made my dick throb again.
"...Ye-rin's driving me crazy for real."
In the end, I had to jerk off one more time before I could sleep.
The next day.
As I parked in front of the dorm and got out, Ye-rin stopped walking toward me, her face freezing solid.
"Wh-what... are you doing here...?"
'That's right, you bitch. That face.'
Her mouth gaping in shock, eyes shaking violently.
Seeing the exact expression I'd only imagined last night made my brain buzz with dopamine, like it might explode.
Savoring the thrill, I scanned Ye-rin up and down.
Her golden hair was wet from a wash, draped over her shoulders with a short blanket. I could see what she was wearing underneath.
A small, round navel peeked out below an off-shoulder crop top exposing her shoulders, and black hot pants did nothing to hide her snow-white thighs.
Outfit she'd never wear if she knew I was coming.
Ye-rin tensed under my lingering gaze and covered herself with the blanket.
"What're you staring at?"
Cute little bitch.
"The manager who was supposed to come seemed too tired, so I came instead. But looks like you really hate it, Ye-rin."
"Fuck, what kinda bullshit is that."
"Bullshit? That's harsh."
"You think I'd buy that crap?"
Ye-rin whipped out her phone like she was about to call someone.
Probably Min-jae.
I smirked and watched her hold it to her ear.
"So?"
"...What?"
"What if you don't believe me? What can you do about it?"
Ye-rin flinched at my words and checked her phone screen.
Kang Min-jae wasn't picking up.
'Because I texted him first.'
Wouldn't matter if he did, but then I wouldn't get to see that face.
Unable to vent on some easy target, unable to find another way.
And seeing my face, the one she thought she wouldn't have to today.
I watched her face twist horribly and nodded toward the car.
"Get in quick if you don't wanna be late."
"...No. Bring Kang Min-jae."
Ye-rin stubbornly refused even knowing it wouldn't work, and I clicked my tongue.
"Ye-rin. Act like a pro."
"...".
"I get that you hate me, and I hate you too, but I'm still handling your schedule responsibly."
"...".
Act like a pro.
Ye-rin bit her lip hard at that, then approached with steps loaded with irritation and rage.
She yanked open the Carnival door and climbed in, and I watched her expression.
A very familiar look I'd seen somewhere before.
Where was it?
'...Oh. Right.'
Just like a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse.
That's exactly the face Ye-rin was making.
Identical to mine just a few days ago.
2 PM, Seocho-gu.
Cosmetics ad shoot location.
I watched Ye-rin striking poses up front.
She was shooting an eye makeup close-up right now.
For a pure, innocent cosmetics concept, she wore a white dress that refreshingly showed off her white neck and armpits.
But even in that pretty outfit, her expression was stiff.
She couldn't focus on the shoot at all.
Was she nervous because I was here?
'Probably.'
I wouldn't deny it.
Her neck and armpits had been on full display for me to ogle, so of course she couldn't concentrate.
When Ye-rin's eyes met mine, her face hardened further as she struck a new pose.
Smooth armpits were visible.
'Nice and pure.'
My taste starting today: innocent charm.