Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: As If She'd Been Sucking Dick
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Shin Ye-rin wiped the semen from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then gathered her panties, bra, and scattered clothes from the floor, putting them on while glaring at me.
"...Keep your promise."
"Promise? What promise?"
I let out a scoff at her tone, which sounded pretty pissed off.
Shin Ye-rin's eyes widened at that.
"You definitely said if I did it just this once...!"
"You'll regret it if you don't quiet down."
"...!"
Shin Ye-rin, who had been about to snap back in annoyance, shrank at my warning and bit her lip, curling it inward.
Watching her swallow her anger at my single word made me feel like I was training some mutt, and a laugh burst out automatically.
I taunted Shin Ye-rin, who was glaring at me like she wanted to kill me.
"See? You know damn well how messed up you look right now, top and bottom. So quit acting tough, please."
Shin Ye-rin trembled with humiliation at my mockery. What was she, a Chihuahua or something?
She'd gotten her bottoms back on fully, but her top was still open, buttons undone on the blouse. Every time her body shook, I could see her breasts jiggling inside the gaping fabric.
"And when did I ever say it was just once?"
"...Don't touch me."
"Am I crazy? Squeeze one out once and spend the rest of my life cleaning up after you?"
I lightly tugged her blouse aside, eyeing her breasts compressed by the bra.
Even though I'd ignored her warning not to touch and kept staring at her chest, Shin Ye-rin couldn't bring herself to shove me away—she just glared with eyes full of disgust.
"You promised you'd do it, remember?"
"So? You think it's okay by your standards to let you treat me like shit all this time?"
"I said I was sorry!"
"I told you to lower your voice."
When I suddenly yelled at her for raising her voice, Shin Ye-rin flinched in fear, her body trembling smaller.
I smirked bitterly at how her attitude flipped in real-time, and she turned her head to the left, tears streaming down.
"...Then what do you want me to do?"
A single tear rolled down Shin Ye-rin's cheek.
It fell straight onto her chest, trickling along the curve into her cleavage.
The path it left on the upper swell of her breast glistened wetly.
When I let go of her blouse, Shin Ye-rin hurriedly buttoned it up.
I watched her, pondering.
'Yeah. What to do.'
Should I just tell her to crawl indefinitely from here?
Part of me wanted to badly, but pushing too hard from the start might make her rebel with that personality of hers.
'The Current Mental Analysis even added that she needs mental care.'
So, table that for now indefinitely.
While Shin Ye-rin fixed her clothes, I mulled it over pretty deeply.
And finally, grimacing at the damp feel of the tissue in my hand, I made a decision.
"For now... I'll think about it a few more days. You just wait obediently."
"Huh...?"
"I'm heading out first. You come back to the waiting room in 30 minutes."
"Y-You're leaving? S-Suddenly?"
Only polite when she needs something.
"Suddenly? You want me to stay here forever? Holding this?"
I shook the soggy tissue, and Shin Ye-rin recalled what we'd just done, glaring venomously.
"Throw that shit out quick. Walking around with it is perfect for starting rumors. Kim Sung-woo the manager and LUNIQUE's Shin Ye-rin doing who-knows-what in the waiting room."
"W-Who the hell would spread crazy bullshit like...!"
"Why wouldn't they? It happened, didn't it? And I hate rumors too."
"...."
Who does she think she's fooling?
Having nothing to say, Shin Ye-rin finally shut her mouth.
So I turned to actually leave the waiting room, but then she remembered something and blurted out urgently.
"Your...! You have to keep your promise about fixing my throat...!"
"...."
Even now, her throat was priority one, apparently.
Should I call it professional dedication or just stubbornness?
Feeling complicated, I turned back to Shin Ye-rin with a sour expression.
Her lips, now fully dressed again, glistened a deeper red than usual.
It was oddly appealing on Shin Ye-rin, who I'd never really felt affection for.
As I stared silently at her lips, she realized where my gaze was and pulled back, furrowing her brows in a glare.
"What're you staring at?"
This bitch. Where was the politeness now?
I scoffed at her sharp retort.
"Nothing. Your lips are all glossy. As if she'd been sucking dick."
"...I'm gonna puke, so just get out. Don't annoy me."
Listen to her sniping back.
Even after asking herself.
I shrugged and opened the waiting room door.
I could feel Shin Ye-rin staring daggers at my back, unsatisfied, so I tossed her an answer reluctantly.
"I'll fix it somehow, so don't worry."
With that, I left Shin Ye-rin behind and exited the waiting room.
-Whoosh.
I tossed the tissue with semen from the bathroom toilet and flushed. Perfect crime complete.
After washing my hands to clean off the stickiness, I returned to the main waiting room.
When I came in alone after Shin Ye-rin had followed me out, Park Ji-woo blinked her almond-shaped eyes curiously first.
"Manager oppa. Where's Ye-rin?"
"Ye-rin said she needs a bit to freshen up. She'll be back in 30 minutes."
"Ah... "
Park Ji-woo glanced back with her mouth slightly agape.
Behind her, Lee Ha-neul, Yoon Chae-rin, and Cookie were quietly exchanging looks.
Everyone had questions burning, but no one dared ask—they were just gauging the mood. It felt totally alien to me.
But not in a bad way.
A strangely lewd vibe.
Normally, they'd be nagging like, "Even so, you don't leave a girl group member alone," or "Shouldn't you at least wait separately and bring her back?"
But now?
They were all watching my expression.
Why?
'Why? Because I got slapped.'
I gave the four a friendly smile, acting like it was no big deal.
"Why the long faces? Thought you weren't LUNIQUE members."
"...!"
"This is just normal stuff for a salaried worker in society. Don't worry about it. Ye-rin said she'll shake it off quick too."
"...."
Beautiful moment—the one who got slapped doing emotional labor for those who didn't.
At my warm words, Cookie—who'd burst into tears first earlier—started sniffling first again.
"Hiiing... The department head was so scary... "
Thanks to Cookie, the other three lightened up and comforted her.
Watching them lick each other's wounds felt less like idol girl group members and more like regular twenty-something girls.
But none of those twenty-somethings knew.
That I'd blasted a nice load right into the mouth of the Shin Ye-rin they were so worried about.
I plopped into an empty seat, waiting for Shin Ye-rin's return time.
Then a shadow fell over me.
It was Yoon Chae-rin, who'd been consoling Cookie.
"Um, Sung-woo oppa."
"Yeah? Need something?"
"N-No! I mean... I wanted you to have this to cheer up."
Yoon Chae-rin held out an alphabet chocolate she'd saved for herself.
'This is kinda touching.'
"Thanks. I'll enjoy it."
I ate the chocolate right in front of her, and she shyly smiled with her plump lips before heading back to her seat.
But it felt weird.
I was eating chocolate, yet my mind was still on my dick.
'From cumming in an idol's mouth?'
My dick still felt so damn refreshed.
As I melted the chocolate with those thoughts, two status windows popped up in front of me.
Different from the usual ones.
You have completed the first sex with the controllable target.
Additional 10 points awarded.
Points can be acquired at random probabilities each time you have sex with the target. The more stimulating and novel the play, compared to repetitive sex, the higher the chance of receiving points.
"...?"
What the hell? What's this mean?
So now control is pay-to-play?
And what's "novel play"?
Sex in a spaceship or something?
'But "completed sex"? Even without penetration, as long as it's sexual, it counts?'
Well, yeah. Paraphilia's sex too.
Secret, arousing, and you cum.
Okay. Got it.
From now on, I just gotta harass her while minding her MP.
'Don't love micromanaging her MP, but noting it won't hurt.'
I dismissed the system window.
Lowered the hand cupping my cheek and gave a light smile to the LUNIQUE members watching me worriedly.
About then, the waiting room door opened.
In came Department Head Choi Hyeong-gyu, who'd soured the mood earlier.
The LUNIQUE members, expecting Shin Ye-rin, looked disappointed, and he awkwardly addressed me under their stares.
"Sung-woo. Wanna step out for a smoke?"
"Yes, sir."
I followed him out immediately, replaying the system message in my head.
The future looked promising.
The moment we hit the smoking area, Department Head Choi checked on my slapped cheek.
"Sung-woo, you okay from that hit?"
Totally opposite from his vicious act in the LUNIQUE waiting room—warm and gentle now.
I nodded with a grin.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Whew. It was just acting, but seems like I hit harder than expected. Sorry."
"I figured. Hurt more even knowing it was coming."
I pressed my palm to the stinging cheek, pretending, and he gulped, asking stiffly.
"Your molars aren't loose, right?"
"They're fine. Just messing."
"Don't mess around like that, punk!"
Department Head Choi Hyeong-gyu and I chuckled.
I lowered my hand and said,
"But can't use this trick often. Thought it'd hurt less knowing, but nah, hurt more."
He glanced back toward the waiting room and sighed deeply.
"Shock therapy only works once. Get used to it, and it's just hell ahead. Don't overuse."