Chapter 118
Chapter 118
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: Please Spoil Me Too!
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Na and I moved to a nearby hotel.
As darkness fell, just like anyone else hunting for a hotel at that hour, we wrapped our arms around each other's waists, bodies pressed tight together as we shuffled toward the hotel room.
"Uuung..."
Shallow breaths.
A small weight settling on my shoulder.
When I slipped my hand into her side and stroked her gently, Harang leaned her head on my shoulder in perfect sync, offering her body obediently.
It wasn't mere flattery. It felt like she was truly savoring my touch, responding with real emotion.
"Feels good?"
"..! Th-that's.. If we cling awkwardly.. someone might stare..! That's why!"
"For that excuse, we're already at the door?"
"Eek!"
Only then did Harang pull out of my arms and step back a pace.
She seemed embarrassed at how freely she'd melted into me, but putting on airs now was pointless.
"Pfft, cute."
"...Thank you♡"
At my casual compliment, Harang's face lit up with a goofy grin.
She had a touch of coyness but no tsundere edge, wearing her feelings openly. It was surprisingly easy to read her, and I liked that.
Plus, she wasn't sly and calculating like a fox. No nitpicking over every little payoff.
Even back when she dated Shin Jae-hyun, it seemed like she'd gone for him simply because he was a hotshot celebrity—boosting her ego.
Like a sweet, loyal pup, this straightforward vibe let me kick back and enjoy the favors. I welcomed it.
Feeling relaxed, I stripped off my top the moment we stepped inside.
"Already.. taking it off?!"
"Yeah. It's hot."
I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants too.
"Eek! See.. you are undressing!"
"Can't help it—my lower half's burning up."
In just my underwear, I plopped onto the sofa.
"You too, sit here."
"Yes."
Harang—who'd synced with me before—sat beside me, a proper hint of tension, just a little space apart.
"Hmm... Guess Harang's got no interest in Music In Us back slot for her debut stage..."
"....."
She instantly scooted right up against me.
'Heh, honest girl.'
Naturally, what Harang craved now was broadcast backing to make her solo debut a smash.
She'd been laser-focused on Mafdu lately, but every idol burned for Music In Us.
Music In Us was top-tier music programming.
Our station's flagship push, no less.
With all the hottest groups and singers, ratings soared—and by custom, their slots clustered at the end.
Stack the masses' faves late to hold viewers through.
Harang knew this cold; slipping her into that viewer-saturated prime time? Pure temptation, saliva-swallowing irresistible.
Enthralled, Harang started peeling off her clothes herself.
"Huuutcha.."
"Undressing solo like a pro?"
"Gotta anyway! Director's already stripped..."
"True. Keep going."
I stroked her head, and Harang—shy but diligent beside me—shed layer after layer.
Outerwear tossed casually over the sofa arm; then she hoisted her arms high, flinging the knit atop it.
Pale, milky skin gleamed under the light, Harang's cute face belying her plump, perky tits boasting deep cleavage from her bra.
Big enough to bounce visibly on stairs.
"Heutcha...!"
Harang let out another adorable squeak below, baring it all.
Her look had flaunted those sleek legs with a short skirt—just one zipper, done.
"Huuung.. Who'd guess it'd go down like this today.. Huuuu..!"
In her undies now, Harang was downright sultry.
No excess fat, skin crystal clear, curves beautifully drawn.
Her dance-honed idol abs? Chef's kiss.
Far from ripped, but those subtle straight-line abs hid just right, a feast for the eyes.
Her flared hips strangled the panties taut; those plush thighs below looked kneadably chewy, begging a squeeze.
I smacked my lips and spoke.
"All stripped?"
"Yes..."
"Liar. Why's the underwear still on?"
"....."
Harang's hand hovered at her bra, debating.
She knew it'd come off eventually, but sitting fully nude felt too chilly, too exposed.
No rush on my end; the lingerie look was plenty appetizing. I let it be.
"Shy, huh? Fine, I'll allow it. Now start."
"Huh? Start what..?"
"Your pitch. Why should I book you?"
"Ah, got it!"
Harang whipped out that album sample from the cosmetics shop, pitching hard and heavy.
"This is my solo debut album—first one. Self-promo's awkward, but as Lije's top member, their fans' streams and hype will buzz it huge.. Concept fits me perfect too... Heut?!"
I listened close, hand on her thigh, kneading it like mochi.
"Heu.. Heung..!"
Nuzzling her nape to sniff, smooching her cheeks smack-smack, I roamed her body freely.
"Ahut! Hwaaang...♡ So sensitive... Heugut?!"
"Tsk, keep going."
"Huu... S-so... Song suits the cooling season too, nailed perfectly.. Agency's ditching Lije now—splurged big on this composer... Heu.. Heuung..!!!"
"What? Ditching Lije? Disbanding?"
"Ah, wasn't supposed to say... slip.."
Lick-♡!
"Hwaaaat!! Th-that..! Yes! Disbanding! Fresh decision—top secret still.. Keep it hush... Ahuut!!!"
"Hmm.. Disband, huh.."
Lije had once earned the '2nd-tier boss' nickname, scraping by fine—but wilted steadily till this.
"Sihyeon know?"
"Unnie probably just now.. She's mid-Mafdu.."
"Agency pushing your solo—you're carving a new solo path. Others? Don't care, but Sihyeon's solid."
"Uum... No clue."
Our Sihyeon, homeless now?
Next romp, I'll shake her till her waist snaps.
Might even open that back entrance.
Sucking those massive tits, pounding front hole or back no mercy... Huu..
Provided she survives Mafdu till then. Just picturing it, my cock throbs hard.
"Wh-what!!"
"?!"
I'd paused the groping, lost in thought—suddenly Harang pouted, yanking my arm.
"What? Why the tantrum?"
"Focus on me! That got hard! Not me—Sihyeon unnie fantasy!"
Harang puffed her cheeks balloon-like, glaring pure sulk.
Her 'focus on me' had bite—livid I'd ignored her scantily clad self for another.
Maybe less jealousy, more panic.
Fear of losing the fem-force showdown to Sihyeon.
I owned up, poking her upper cleavage with fingers.
"Sorry, Lije talk got me drifting.."
"Huuut! Hu.. Truth? Been envying Sihyeon unnie lately."
"Her? Why?"
"Post-Director meet, PDs treat unnie all deferential? Like untouchable. Agency sniffed it, favors her too... I used to be the princess!"
Harang vented like bottled rage.
Held it so long, she stifled moans through my tit mauling to spill it all.
"Plus! Unnie's sudden Mafdu bid—grumpy CEO waved her off sweetly? Unthinkable before..! Asking late, but Director hooked that, right?! Backs unnie too?!"
"Yeah, only piecing it now?"
"....."
My casual yes clamped her mouth shut.
"Ha, Harangie. Jealous over that? Huh?"
"Huu... Jealous..."
"You princessed-out forever at agency—jealous over this? Sigh, when you gonna mature?"
I pinched her cheek to jolt sense.
"Heuuuu..! No pinchiing.. Uu.."
"Solo debut handed by company—even kids don't hog attention..!"
"Kuuuuu..! Hurts.. Lemme gooo..."
"Got it."
"Huuuu.."
Cheek released, her flesh boinged back like rubber bands.
Harang cradled the red puff, peering up—those sparkly eyes tickled my heart.
"Why stare? Brief detour—hurry, resume pitch."
"......"
Harang stood, face set like she'd decided something big.
'What? Pissed off?'
For a sec, wondered if the pinch overdid it—but no.
Confident now, she stripped her undies solo.
Unhooked the bra with flair, chucking it far; yanked down the tight panties—strained by plump ass and wide hips—dropping them primly plop to the floor.
"Th-this is my pitch..!"
"....."
Fully nude at last, Harang thrust pink nipples forward in an awkward pose.
Hand atop breasts—no arm cover—body twisted slight.
Teetering pose, blushing hard; voice quavered pitifully—she wasn't built for blasé vulgarity.
"Forget petty album concepts or effort poured..! Hu..huuu...! Th-this piques interest more, right?!"
Face beet-red near explosion, hands atremble—anyone'd see she was mortified.
I savored it coolly.
"Hmm... Looks delicious. Concede. Mind if I sample?"
"Pr-promise then..!"
"Deal. Solo drops? Music In Us back slot, yours."
"Also!"
"....Also?"
Greediest bitch—what more here..?
"Also! Spoil me like Sihyeon unnie! No PDs or bigshots dare touch! Back me too!"
".......Kuh, puhuhu..."
"Uu... No laughing!!"
Laugh burst unbidden.
Her 'greed'? Just that petty.
Sihyeon's perks looked that juicy, huh.
Her earnest plea charmed me; I dangled terms.
"If you're tasty enough my cock hunts you again, we'll talk."
"....! Then let's! B-bed..!"
Harang seized my hand, leading to bed—claiming the reins.
Her grip brimmed resolve: sex service to win me today.
"Oh right, condoms!... Nah, hu.. skip 'em..♡"
Harang, banking bonus points upfront.