Chapter 122
Chapter 122
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: Premist (1)
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Silence had settled over the director's office.
It was one of those awkward situations where no one dared to speak first.
Minseo and I stared at the Premist members in stunned silence, as if we'd just spotted some mythical creature. These were the girls who'd made idol history by getting high on drugs and diving into an orgy.
From the left: Jimina, Yoo Sung-hee, Baek Eun-jung.
Just three or four months ago, these faces were everywhere—online, on TV, even out on the streets.
Whenever they made a comeback, they'd dominate the music charts and shatter first-week sales records as a top-tier girl group.
Concerts and tours? They were so wildly successful it hurt to even bring it up—idols and trainees alike idolized them as the ultimate role models.
Even now, standing in the broadcasting station like this must have taken tremendous courage for the Premist members. Their hands trembled visibly, tension etched into every fiber.
'Wait a second...'
Or was it tension? Maybe withdrawal symptoms.
Having been exposed to impure pleasures, their emotional wiring had long diverged from that of normal people.
Their thresholds had skyrocketed so high that nothing short of extreme thrills could satisfy them anymore, leaving an unquenchable hunger that no doubt made them restless and frustrated.
Just looking at their tails—no, their hands—they were shaking uncontrollably, nails digging into skin. Even those once-beautiful faces from a top girl group now bore dark circles and a sallow, ashen pallor.
Still, if anything was surprising, it was this...
Despite their wrecked state, each Premist member retained that baseline allure: pretty faces and sensuous figures.
Though next to Minseo at my side, they looked utterly plain by comparison.
This standoff could drag on forever, so I broke the ice first.
"Premist... right?"
"...Yes. H-Hello, Director."
Leader Yoo Sung-hee answered on behalf of the group, and as her words trailed off, they all bowed deeply in formal greeting.
And then, silence again.
Normally, by now they'd state their business—like "we're here about such-and-such." But Premist just fidgeted, glancing around nervously, hesitating.
Minseo, unable to stand it any longer, finally spoke up.
"Excuse me...! How did you even get in here?! Showing up out of nowhere without notice is a huge problem!"
My loyal secretary planted herself in front of me as she snapped. It was clear she couldn't tolerate these filthy girls—who'd thrown drug-fueled orgy parties—getting anywhere near her man.
She was so adorable, I wanted to pull her into a back hug and fondle those tits right then...
As I entertained that playful thought, Yoo Sung-hee mustered her words, looking anxious.
"Ah... well... We sweet-talked a guard we knew to let us in. We had no idea a guest was already here. Sorry."
Yoo Sung-hee referred to Minseo as a "guest," as if she were some celebrity.
"She's not a guest. She's my secretary! Barging in like this without a word is unacceptable, so please leave."
"Ah..."
Minseo growled her retort, and color drained from the Premist members' faces.
Their already pale skin turned corpse-like. As Minseo shoved their shoulders, ushering them out, the sight overlapped painfully with images of their glory days.
It seemed they'd come with tremendous resolve and a desperate will to survive...
Probably figured they'd get turned away if they called ahead—ugly and rude, but they came anyway...
"Hmm..."
Sure, Premist had trashed their idols' most sacred assets like cheap rags. But they'd been exposed to drugs because of that scumbag Hwang from Pay-A Entertainment. Legally, they were victims too—no criminal charges.
Pity stirred in me regardless.
"Um, could we just talk to the director for a moment? Please, we're begging you..."
"Please...!"
"No! This is really causing problems..."
"Hold on, Min... I mean, Secretary Shin. I'm fine with it. Let's hear them out."
"What? But Director...!"
Minseo shot me a pouty glare, but when I gave a short nod, she relented and stopped pushing the Premist members away.
"Showing up out of the blue is startling, but it must mean your situation's urgent. I've got time right now anyway... Why don't you sit over there? Looks like you've got something to say."
I gestured to the sofa area with a smile.
A table for tea and snacks, surrounded by sofas—the guest reception space in the spacious director's office.
"Ah...! Th-Thank you, Director!!"
"Thank you!"
"Haha, no need. Secretary Shin, could you bring some tea?"
"Ugh... Yes, Director."
Minseo looked dissatisfied but obeyed quietly.
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Clatter clatter clatter...
"..."
Minseo brought the tea, and finally, we had a proper space to talk.
But the rattling teacups were drowned out by the louder shaking of hands and feet.
I'd heard they were in drug rehab, but that stuff doesn't just vanish easily. Once you've touched the stuff, it's not about quitting—it's enduring till you die, or so they say.
Their desperate struggle was vivid before my eyes.
I grabbed the arm of Yoo Sung-hee—Premist's leader and apparent spokesperson—and said,
"That's enough."
She was shaking her hands and legs, not content with that, even gnawing at her once-manicured nails.
Her purple hair thrashed wildly until I gripped her arm, snapping her back to reality. Only then did the anxiety subside.
"Ah! Sorry... It's just, I don't know why this..."
"I get it. I can't empathize, but I understand—no need to explain."
"Okay..."
Yoo Sung-hee, icon of maturity.
Her nickname came not just from her ripe, well-aged body, but from her calm speech, responsible leadership, and elegant poise in every gesture.
If even she was like this, the others must be worse.
Glancing at Jimina and Baek Eun-jung on either side, it was even more pathetic.
Jimina kept twisting and tugging her cute side-ponytail.
The idol who'd skyrocketed on her bold, spunky charm was ruining her perfectly dyed blue hair in a way that belied her career.
Baek Eun-jung was similar.
She'd left her signature silver bob alone, but instead sought stimulation more dangerously—scratching fiercely at her smooth thighs.
And my honest take on the trio in one frame?
'A bunch of crazy bitches...'
Just watching made me feel like I'd catch insanity myself, so I hurried things along.
"Look, I said I've got time now, but I've got a schedule after. Not super flexible."
"Ah, yes..."
As I opened, the members started speaking properly one by one.
"First off, sorry for dropping in unannounced, Director."
"We had no choice..."
Premist members gazed at me with haggard faces, all glamour gone.
Without their decent looks, they'd pass for zombies.
"No worries. But earlier, it seemed like you had something to discuss..."
"Yes, um... Since you're short on time, can we cut to the chase?"
"Yeah, be straightforward and honest."
I had a rough guess what they'd say, but hearing it from them versus me dragging it out was different.
I watched their mouths silently.
"Sigh... We caused a massive social scandal, got directly tangled in something that makes a comeback as idols nearly impossible. We know we'll never stand in front of a camera again. But... we thought maybe someone could help us through this hell. Grasping at straws, we know it's shameless, but we came anyway..."
"And that someone is me?"
"...Yes."
"Why? Because I'm the top guy here, so I can fix your industry blacklist?"
"Th-That's part of it, but... you seem like a good person too..."
"A good person? Me?"
I tilted my head.
I hadn't done any public good deeds worth noting, and even I wouldn't call myself good if asked.
If giving desperate women orgasms and screen time counted as charity, maybe I was.
"Yes. Like with A-yeon... You put her on My Producer, endured all the vicious backlash, and stuck by her till the end..."
"Ah..."
That explained it. They'd seen how I treated their friend A-yeon and figured I was kind.
True, A-yeon had zero drug ties, but as a former Premist member, she'd faced tons of suspicion and police questioning—tough to show her face publicly.
They thought I'd recognized her innocence, embraced her, and given her a shot.
Never mind her precious virginity I'd claimed behind the scenes.
A-yeon wouldn't blab about that embarrassment, even to close Premist pals. Circumstantially, it painted me as the nice guy, so I rolled with it.
"A-yeon had nothing to do with it—just a poor kid sacrificed as public fodder."
"Th-Then we could too...!"
"But Min-a, Eun-jung, Sung-hee... however unfair the process, you did drugs and that unthinkable orgy thing fans could never forgive. Even I can't..."
"Nooo... Please! We're begging you, Director! If this goes on, we're really done for...!"
"Please! Save us, Director!"
Yoo Sung-hee and Baek Eun-jung wept openly, pleading.
Desperate, heartrending voices.
Tragic and pitiful, sure—but to the public, Premist was worse than cumrags.
"Sorry. Maybe later after time passes, but right now during your reflection period? No airtime. Plus, you need rehab."
I shook my head at their still-trembling bodies.
"Please! We've quit the drugs, we're supporting each other and recovering well. If we wait, we'll be buried for good...! And money... we need it too..."
"Money?"
What now?
Ex-top-tier like Premist short on cash?
They must have piles from settlements.
"Yes... Truth is... we went insane... at the height of addiction... we gave everything away, even took loans... sob..."
"......"
"And cancellation fees for ads, sponsorships, shows piled up like mountains... It's hell. You're the only one who can help us, Director. So shameless, so sorry... sob... please... wahhh..."
"Please, Director!!! Waaah...!"
Yoo Sung-hee and Baek Eun-jung rose, knelt before me, groveling on hands and knees.
The director's office turned into a sea of tears in seconds.
They even clutched my knees in desperation. Looking down from above, my gaze naturally fell to the shadows of their deep cleavages.
'Damn... so big...! Dying to grab 'em with both hands and squeeze...!'
I swallowed hard, eyes glued to those tits, then looked away.
Not guilt—just something more eye-catching.
Unlike Yoo Sung-hee and Baek Eun-jung, Jimina sat there bold as brass, no tears, just a sour look.
From the moment they entered, she'd clamped her mouth shut, displeased.
Bold was her fame, but nonstop boldness just turned vicious.
And as our eyes met, Jimina suddenly shot to her feet.
"Arrrgh!!! Sisters, stop it already!! What's with all the 'sorry'? Did we do it for fun? We're victims too! Regretful, wronged victims! Why kneel and beg?!"
She roared.
"Ji... Jimina! For your sisters' sake, please beg the director too..."
"What good does that do?! That director was just staring at your tits!"
"?!"
That damn bitch...!
After getting high and passed around like a rag by druggie scum...!
I recalled the photos from Prosecutor Park.
Steamy shots the detective took at the drug bust scene.
High on drugs, drooling over trash cocks, splayed out like a slut...
Jimina, clueless ragdoll begging for a whipping.
She needed a good, stinging lesson.