Chapter 117
Chapter 117
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 117
Chapter Title: I Have Something Else to Show You
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I have something else to show you...
My Producer had reached the first ranking announcement.
Out of 90 trainees, 40 were eliminated.
In simple terms, anyone from 50th place and above survived, while everyone else had to pack their bags and head back to their agencies.
-The trainees eliminated today will never be seen on My Producer again...
I happened to open My Producer just then, and there they were—trainees embracing each other in tearful goodbyes.
The eliminations were all announced, and MC Shin Jae-hyun delivered some bittersweet words before the episode faded to its ending scene.
With nearly half the trainees cut, the wave of farewells was massive.
Even survivors who were close to the ones leaving couldn't hold back their tears, and soon emotions spread like a contagion. What was supposed to be a ranking ceremony felt more like a funeral parlor.
But that was the charm of a survival show.
PD Kim and PD An deliberately dragged out the ending scene, broadcasting the trainees' tearful bonds for as long as possible before teasing the next episode. And with that, the first ranking announcement wrapped up.
"Let's see here..."
Truth be told, I couldn't care less about the eliminated ones. What mattered to me was checking the rankings of my hospitality list.
Even if they'd botched the group evaluation spectacularly, considering their prior standings, none should have dropped out in the first round.
The real question was whether they'd keep surviving round after round.
Sua - 13th.
She'd dropped. Sua, who had been in debut territory, had fallen hard.
Group 7's garbage performance hadn't been edited to look any better—it aired raw—and she'd taken the full backlash.
And, predictably, the others had suffered too.
Yu A-yeon - 20th.
A-yeon had recently gone through a police investigation and handled it diligently.
It was just a formality for her as a witness, unlike the other Preemist members, effectively proving she had no drug ties. But suspicions from the public don't vanish easily.
Online communities buzzed with conspiracy theories—that it was covered up, or minor enough not to leak. Some even claimed her stage flop was because she'd gotten high. Even former pure haters piled on.
Sure, it might feel unfair to A-yeon, but ruining the group stage was undeniable.
She'd brought it on herself.
Sihyeon - 26th.
Sihyeon, who'd rebelled hardest against leader Sua.
Not outright defiance, but nitpicking the leader's every word had been the issue.
For a sexy concept, a vibrant, hip-shaking girl like Sihyeon should have been a powerhouse. What a shame.
Dahyeon - 38th.
This one's gonna be cutting it close next announcement...
Dahyeon was as bold and carefree as they come, but that meant frequent no-shows too. I remembered her constantly suggesting breaks and dragging down team morale.
Plus, as a sexy idol, she'd been expected to ace it. Sigh...
Min Ayul - 28th.
Ayul's vocals were solid, but everything else fell short, and her ranking had plummeted.
She hadn't even shown off the expression acting I'd drilled into her, thanks to team issues. She'd be disappointed, but she needed to fix her attitude toward fitting in with others.
"Haa..."
Put 'em together, and they'd make one killer girl group. But they'd creaked and groaned more than expected.
I'd yelled at them back then, sure, but part of me felt bad too.
Their bickering stemmed from competing over who'd pleased Director the most!
How could I see that negatively when the girls I'd fucked were arguing whose pussy fit my cock better?
A-yeon and Ayul might not fit that mold exactly, but anyway.
They'd all have to work hard to get back in my good graces.
Still, one bright spot on the list.
Yukika - 19th.
Yukika had shone in the group eval, and I'd told the PDs to give her plenty of screen time. She'd reaped the rewards, shooting straight up.
Unfortunately, still far from debut zone.
'Hmm... What to do...'
I stepped out of the director's office to clear my head.
Needed to buy something anyway, and a walk sounded good.
*
"Looking for something specific?"
I'd entered a shop from a pretty famous cosmetics brand, and an idle female clerk approached.
Her eager tone and fresh vibe suggested she was new on the job.
"Nah, I'll browse alone."
"Sure thing~"
I sent her off and headed to the perfume section solo.
My cologne was running low, so while I was here, I figured I'd sniff around leisurely and think things over.
'My Producer... what now...'
I'd cut off support and told them to fend for themselves, but if my list all flopped and some randos debuted via votes? Terrifying...
The top seven in debut spots right now? None clicked with me. Pushing them more would just spoil them rotten. Tough call.
"Hah, whatever."
They needed to survive on merit alone.
Clinging to me with pussy alone? Pointless.
So, let 'em be for now...
Lost in thought while picking perfumes with heavy steps, I didn't notice someone beside me and bumped right into her.
"Eek!"
"Oh? Sorry about that."
"No, it's fine... Huh? Director?"
"...Huh?"
"Whoa—Director! Long time no see!"
"Yeah, hey. Harang. Shopping here?"
"Totally!"
Incredibly, it was Harang.
Even after ages apart, her face dripped cuteness.
Skin glowing like morning dew.
Petite face, big eyes, thick long lashes giving a sweet vibe. Her high ponytail still fluttered hearts in guys.
No wonder she was Lije's ace, same group as Sihyeon.
If the agency had pushed Sihyeon instead, she might've been ace, but Harang matched her charm blow for blow.
Above all, the girl who'd gone crazy for my cock, got creampied in front of boyfriend Shin Jae-hyun, then dumped his sorry ass because she couldn't forget my monster.
Harang beamed at me like sunshine, thrilled beyond words.
"What are you up to here?!"
"Grabbing some cologne."
"No way?! Let me pick it for you!"
"...? Why you?"
"Don't guys spray cologne to hit girls' noses just right?! So, as a girl, I'll choose!"
"Hmm..."
Minseo would flip...
But no reason to refuse, and running into her felt fated. I decided to trust Harang's taste.
"Alright, pick something."
"Yay~"
"Oh, right. Need something else too..."
"What?"
"Thinking of grabbing women's perfume as a gift."
I pictured Minseo as I said it.
"Ooh, women's? I'll pick that too!"
"? Why? You said men's is for girls' noses. Shouldn't women's be the opposite?"
"...G-girls!! Know best about girls' stuff!"
"What kinda logic is that."
"Girls know girls best~ Hehe."
Harang dodged my eyes with a sly giggle.
She knew it sounded forced, but maybe she just wanted to stick with me that badly?
Flirty vibe, and hey, an idol hitting on me? I played along.
"Fine, you pick both."
"Hehe, got it!"
Harang energetically tested scents, chattering away.
"How 'bout this?! That last one was too strong for sensitive noses. But this..."
She'd spritz her wrist and shove bare skin under my nose—anyone watching would've thought we were dating.
Harang acted totally comfy, no hesitation, and I felt zero awkwardness.
We'd already creampied, after all.
I knew her nipple and pussy colors inside out—what's bare skin to the nose?
Hands got bored, so I grabbed her shoulder, pulled her close, and started blatant skinship.
"Eep?! W-wait a sec?! Director...?"
"What's wrong. You're all up close, reminding me of old times..."
"Old times...?"
Harang blushed, playing coy.
The girl who knew but craved hearing it.
I whispered in her ear, obliging—reliving the memory...
"When you came on my cock and got creampied."
"!!"
Memories flooded Harang; her face burned red, thighs clenched.
Clearly aching for the thick rod that once filled her, legs quivering.
"H-huh...! Um, perfumes! All picked! These two... you'll love 'em, and the lady getting the gift too..."
"Changing the subject?"
I groped her ass.
"Heek?!"
"Shh? Don't yell. Clerk's staring."
Luckily, she was busy with another customer.
"Still, you're an idol. That clerk might recognize you?"
"H-hng... Wh-what are you... doing here... I didn't do anything to deserve this..."
"What? Saying it like you're bummed."
I slid behind for a backhug.
Well, less hug, more grinding cock on ass.
"Hng... It's touching...♡ Your big one... back off..."
"Nah."
"Not here..."
I humped playfully, gripping her waist.
Such a well-kept ass...
Clothed hips so plump, springy, cradling my cock...
Wanna thrust for real...
Glanced around, pulled back, then slammed forward like pounding pussy—smack!
"Haak?! Hnng!! H-huh... What the hell...!"
"Remember getting your pussy fucked like this?"
"Th-that's... but how's that related to this...!"
"Long time no see, Harang. Your hot body's got me nostalgic...!"
Smack♡!
"Eep?!"
Smack♡!
"Hngk..♡!!"
Smack-!
"Kyaa♡!"
Harang clamped hands over her mouth, desperately enduring my assault.
Desperate to muffle moans, stay hidden.
Skirt and pants or not, my savage cock-bulge was plenty to arouse her.
So she submitted quietly, letting me ravage her.
"Sniff... Nice scent? Idol shopping solo? Nah."
"H-hng... Alone... mood boost, shopping, cosmetics..."
"Yeah? Same here for a breather. Synced up today, huh?"
"Hngk..! Y-yes..."
"Remember our first meet? You didn't know I was Director, bossed me to empty trash like a total bitch."
Grind grind...♡
Kept thrusting and rubbing while chatting.
"Ahk! Yeah... Sorry about that."
"Apology accepted—via pussy, fully."
"Since then... hn! I've been... proper, polite...!"
"Know. Heard you've mellowed out big time."
PDs and staff gossiped about it.
Harang was agency fave, kinda bitchy, but super tame now.
"Proud my cock-discipline turned brat into proper lady?"
"Y-yes... All thanks to you, Director...♡"
Harang squeezed eyes shut in surrender.
Someone might see, not a hospitality spot—why endure? I loosened my grip to let go...
Grab-!
But Harang seized my arms, stopping me.
Waist held, ass impaled on my bulge—she begged to stay like this.
"...? Harang? What's this? Don't let go?"
"Hng... Well..."
"Hm? Outdoor fetish? Strip here?"
"Nooo!! Not that...!!"
"Then? Spill."
Harang eyed me shyly, like dying to say something.
Blush mixed with desire in her gaze.
Looking up with those eyes, she pulled something from her bag.
I peered— a mini album in her delicate hand.
"I'm... dropping a solo track soon..."
"......"
"Sample album... Check it... If you like..."
"Harang."
"...Yes."
"You're saying pimp it, right?"
"I-I..."
"You know it's not the album needing my approval...?"
"But, um..."
"Or do you have something else to show besides the sample?"
"......"
Silence followed.
But the answer was clear.
Harang nodded quietly.
Ass still pressed to my cock.