Chapter 124
Chapter 124
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 124
Chapter Title: Premist (3)
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Premist.
The girl group whose drug-fueled group sex scandal spread far and wide across the world.
Even if some other public figure pulled that kind of stunt, they'd never see the light of day again—but these were idols. Female idols, no less. Relying on drugs to crank their orgasms up dozens of times over...
Their image had plummeted to the level of a discarded rag, so ads and events were off the table for life. No matter how top-tier a group they were or how insanely popular, pretty much all their fans would've jumped ship by now.
In short, even if Premist tried a comeback, they'd earn zilch from ad fees or event gigs. Album sales aimed at diehard fans and digital royalties would be a joke too. They'd end up retiring without seeing a single settlement check, let alone paying off those massive penalties.
And Yoo Sung-hee probably knew it deep down.
But with no other road left, she'd decided to cash in on her one remaining asset: her body and face.
As leader, scheming to throw herself into the grinder as much as needed while pulling the members back.
If she hadn't gotten tangled in that drug mess, Sung-hee would've been one classy lady.
Hell, she'd even stirred up my interest in a Premist comeback—something I couldn't have cared less about before.
Slurp... Suck♡ Smack♡!
I sucked Sung-hee's pink nipples until they were rock-hard and stinging, then finally released them and spoke up.
"But Sung-hee. Your group got axed from all those ads, shows, events after the drug bust. You said you'd have to pay penalties, right?"
"Hngg...♡ Yes."
"Come to think of it, what happened to Peya Entertainment? CEO Hwang's out of the picture now."
CEO Hwang wasn't some innocent victim like Premist. He'd bought the drugs himself, snorted them, and even pimped out the group to lowlifes, landing him a real prison sentence.
"Ah... The vice CEO's talking about rebuilding Peya Enter now, so the CEO's changed."
"I see. So what about you girls?"
"Fortunately, seems like he doesn't plan to drop us..."
"Hmm... That's 'fortunate'? Nothing else said?"
As I spoke, I stroked Sung-hee's thigh.
Smooth—smooth—
"Hng♡..."
Thanks to that slutty short skirt she'd shown up in, the silky skin brushing my palm felt insanely sweet.
"Quit moaning and answer me properly. I'm on the fence about bringing back a group that caused such a massive scandal. I need the full scoop to decide if I can trust you enough to bother."
At my words, Sung-hee trembled between her legs and finally spoke.
"Y-yes. Nothing else. Dorms are the same. Ah♡! And we renewed not long ago... so the contract's still got time left... Hn!"
Got it. Vice CEO swallowed up Peya Enter and planned to keep Premist too.
Honestly, I figured Peya would've folded outright.
Image too trashed to salvage.
But if the vice guy's taking it over, must be some serious backing from a major agency.
Whatever. Not my problem.
What matters is I've got a rough picture of how Peya's treating Premist now.
"I see. So Premist has been demoted to pure entertainment idols—not even treated like real artists anymore..."
"Yes...? What do you mean...?"
Sung-hee blinked at me with wide eyes.
"Think about it, Sung-hee. Comebacks on shows are a pipe dream anyway, and the agency's not lifting a finger. Why else would you girls come crawling to me? They've already written you off."
"If that were true, wouldn't they just terminate the contracts and sue us for the penalties...?"
"Because there's way more profit in something else."
Sung-hee had been spreading her legs for me, but suddenly scooted back and sat primly on the sofa.
"Sorry. I just... want to focus on this."
"Fine by me. I've groped you plenty anyway. Point is, they plan to repurpose you girls elsewhere. As hospitality idols."
"...!! No, no way...!"
Sung-hee shook her head furiously on her own.
Her eyes drooped sadly, fingers fidgeting. She looked just like some tragic heroine, and my cock twitched hard.
Just moments ago I'd said I'd had enough touching, but now the lust was surging back.
I grabbed her hand, planted it on my crotch, and nudged it to stroke me gently.
"....."
Sung-hee squeezed her eyes shut without a word and caressed my dick like it was something precious.
I savored her touch and opened my mouth.
"Peya's desperate for investors right now. So they'll probably trot you out for sex services under the penalty excuse for the rest of your contracts—reel in some funding that way. Why else keep you around? You girls racked up those penalties through your own screw-ups. Terminate, sue, and you'd lose in a heartbeat."
"Ahh..."
Sung-hee's composure cracked, her mouth hanging open.
Her stroking hand froze too.
I laid my hand over hers and gestured for her to keep stroking! My dick heated right back up.
"Yeah, that's it. You'll spend the rest of your contracts whoring out to Peya's investors, then get tossed aside like used rags."
"Hngh...!"
Sung-hee suddenly buried her face and started sobbing.
Hands clamped over her face, weeping miserably—it was weirdly appetizing, that haggard look.
Idols who'd shone so bright... Fuck, it was like some tragic ero tale of princesses turned brothel aces. Got me fired up.
I slid in close beside her, wrapped an arm around her shoulder all gentle-like, and said,
"But if I get you back on TV, push hard, round up the fans again, and chase that comeback dream... well, there might be a different future waiting."
Sung-hee slowly lifted her head at my honeyed words, gazing up at me all pitiful.
Right now, I must've looked like a golden lifeline to her.
The kind you miss and plummet straight to hell.
"Hic... Hic... Even with a comeback... the image..."
"It's fine. You're the victims, right? Get some heavy airtime and stand tall again. We'll wipe those penalties clean, flip the minus to a plus, grab settlements like old times, and fill in all those losses..."
"D-Director...?"
A spark of hope bloomed across Sung-hee's face.
The gloom vanished clean; overwhelmed, she melted against me.
I thumbed her soft shoulder and spoke slow.
"So, Sung-hee. Long story short: the bare minimum you gotta offer to 'beg' me for that comeback? Spreading your pussy. Haha."
"....?"
"Sung-hee. Spread your pussy."
Whore for investors through your contract and retire with nothing—or spread for me, snag a comeback, salvage something.
No idiot would pick the first. And Sung-hee wasn't one.
"Hnggg... Khnggg..."
Sung-hee wiped the tears streaming down with the back of her hand while her other yanked off her panties.
Top was long gone; one skirt tug and Premist—the record holder for girl group first-week sales, tours, digitals—would be buck naked in the director's office.
Idols PDs used to grovel with fat appearance fees just for a booking... now begging to be let on anything, offering up their tainted bodies.
Life's one wild ride...
While I mulled that over, Sung-hee had already ditched the skirt and stood before me.
"I'll... get your pants off..."
"Good girl. No time, so gotta cum quick?"
"Yes..."
The grown-up Sung-hee had quit crying.
She was convinced: of all the shitty options, spreading for me was the clear winner.
Clink clink...
Belt undone, pants peeled off clumsy-like.
Unskilled. Sloooow.
Couldn't watch; I yanked 'em down fast. Sung-hee glanced up all sheepish.
"S-sorry... Never done this before..."
"Slut who's gangbanged can't even strip a guy's pants right?"
"...You know it was the drugs. Wasn't in my right mind. Not much guy experience..."
"Yeah? Must've stung."
"Yes. So let's drop it..."
"Nah. Heard drugs amp orgasms dozens-fold? Lame if I'm huffing alone and you're just meh..."
Sung-hee started sniffling again.
"Hic... Hic... I'll try..."
"Good."
I laid Sung-hee out on the sofa.
Pussy entrance? Bone dry.
Sucked those tits raw and still nada...
Felt like a real male trial.
Fail this bitch, and my dick's basically a drug cock.
A worn-out rag pussy numb to normal stims... I pierced it slow.
"Hng, hng?! Kyaa...!! Ah... hurts...!"
"Kh! Hoo... So tight... You're too dry, that's why it hurts."
"B-but... no drugs now, can't even get wet... Hate this about me... Need gigs just to fight the cravings... Hic hic..."
Sung-hee bawled again, fists over her face.
"Quit crying. Love the sexy moans, but sad sobs are rough even for me...!"
Squelch!!!
"Kh!!"
"Aaagh...!!!"
Pure pain yelp.
Not a wet pussy's cry.
A dry hole getting ripped by cock...
Just agony screams!
"Wet up already!!"
Slap♡!!
I mauled her tits and bucked my hips.
Pang pang pang pang♡!
"Ht! Aht! Khht... Uu..."
No reaction even now?
Fine... not just physical then...
I stared deep into Sung-hee's face.
Serious, seductive—taking in every feature slow.
".....!"
Our eyes met.
Sung-hee blushed at my close-up face, clamping her legs.
"Hm? What was that? Clamping legs? Blushing why?"
"...Too close."
"Not butterflies?"
"...It's a service. Why butterflies."
"Yeah? Then..."
Smack♡
"Ht?!"
"Scared of what? Already fucking, kiss is nothing..."
Smack♡ smack♡ slurp...♡ smooch♡!
I sucked her tasty lips; she started kissing back, savoring it.
"Good? Service my ass—admit you're spreading for a stud like me. Pretend we're lovers, squeeze that pussy tight."
"Yes...♡"
Squelch—♡!
Kiss and warm gaze, pussy starts reacting.
Tight turns to wriggling hug, juices trickle, loosens her moans.
"Hng... Huung♡! Aht♡!! Haa... haa... Wh-what's this...?"
"Hm? What?"
"That... pleasure... Jilled off forever, stuffy feeling... Kyang♡!"
Hard thrust, moan finally gets wet.
Pussy-sourced moan.
But not yet...
Squish squish squish squish♡♡!!!
"Kyuuung♡!!! Aht! Haang♡ Huang♡! Hu... hua... Ee...? Ut! What's this... feels kinda..."
"Feeling it?!"
Splash splash splash♡!!
"Aht!! Mo-more... harder... harder please...! Feels like... gonna find it... Kyahht♡!!!"
"You gotta make me feel good! I'm helping you chase lost dopamine?! Get it together?!"
Squelch—♡!!!!!
"Kyang♡!!! Sor-sorry...! Squeeze pussy for Director...! Make you feel good... Ahhuung♡!!"
Chop chop chop chop♡!!
Oo... solid water sounds now, nipples stiff—something's hitting her.
Still miles off though.
Moans flowing, pussy soaked, but that face still nicked my pride a bit.
"Hoo... Sung-hee pussy clamps like a vice? Figured it'd be loose from all the use... Kh! Wrong...!"
"N-not... a slut...! That was drug mistake... Hngt♡!"
"Shut it, slut! Group creampies galore, huh? Filthy cunt...!"
"No! No! Not a slut... Kyahung!"
Sung-hee's hips arched sharp.
Body tingling bad.
More thrusting here and boom—orgasm...!!
Squish squish squish squish♡♡♡!!!!!
"Aht! Hng?! Ha... haang...♡♡!! Uuaaaang...♡ World... insane... this... me... coming...! No way...♡! Kyahuaaang♡♡!!!"
"Kh?!!"
Sung-hee's depths flooded with hot juices.
The love juice launch from a body that couldn't satisfy itself no matter what.
Hot pussy swirling my dick spiked my load...
"Cumming?! Inside?!"
"Not yet...! More...!! Lil more and really...!"
"No way! Told you no time!"
If this were a bed with hours to kill, could've nursed her climax proper. But sadly, next schedule had me rushed.
Bit of a shame, but hey—anytime.
"Hoo... Kh! Cumming real...?!"
"Ht! Fine...! Outside..."
"Bullshit! Creampied thugs raw, now telling Director outside?! No comeback?!"
"Hic... Hic... Ok... inside... do it..."
"Damn right. Filthy pussy like you... K?! Gland!"
"Hut?!"
Spurt! Squiiirt!!! Gluuuurp!!! Glug glug♡♡!!!
"Kyahuueeeut!!!!"
"Hoo..."
I dumped a quick load deep inside Sung-hee just like that.
*
Post-nut, I wiped my dick quick and got dressed.
Meanwhile, Sung-hee sprawled on the sofa, panting hard.
Hand plugging the cum leaking from her pussy—she hadn't cum after all.
Most girls I railed passed out before they could even tend to themselves post-creampie. Guess sluts melt different.
"Huu... hngg...♡"
"Too bad. Lil more time and I'd have sent you off."
"Still... even a taste of lost pleasure... came back... Hng...!"
Saying that, she shoved fingers in for a solo wank.
Frustrated slut vibes off the charts.
Then a knock at the director's office door.
Knock knock knock—
"Sis? Director? Can we come back in...?"
Jimin and Baek Eun-jeong, huh.
"Ht! No... girls... don't come in..."
Sung-hee spat that out, hating for them to see her like this.
Even after sharing a drugged gangbang, that wasn't sober—and leader pride demanded dignity. She scrambled for clothes...
"Come in."
"Yes."
I just told 'em to enter.
"Director, sorry about befo—"
"Director, Min-ah wants to apologize proper... Uh...? Sis...?"
"Ah... ah... no...! Don't look, girls...!!"
Sung-hee whimpered, covering her body with clothes.
"Your leader's pussy was tasty? Gave her a special thick creampie inside."
I dropped the review.