Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: The Day After Getting Drunk
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Whirrrrr-
'Ugh...'
A strange noise rang out.
A hot gust slicing through the air.
My head felt like it was about to split open. Hell, I wished it would just shatter.
A sound that wouldn't faze me on a normal day drilled straight into my ears, amplifying as it echoed inside my skull.
"Ugh... my head..."
I clutched my throbbing skull, feeling like my brain was under crushing pressure, and cracked my eyes open.
A groan escaped my lips from the tightening pain, but it did nothing to ease it.
Opening my eyes to greet an excruciating hangover? Today was shaping up to be a disaster.
But where the hell was I?
Glancing around, everything was unfamiliar.
Unseen wallpaper and ceiling, a desk, a bedside lamp.
Even the bed I was lying on had that perfect moderate firmness of your average motel mattress...
'Wait... motel...?'
I'd latched onto my own words.
Something was coming back to me, fuzzy but nagging.
"Hng..."
That was when it happened.
A cute, sleepy murmur whispered right by my ear. I flinched and turned to look.
A woman with black wavy hair covering her face.
"Mmmnya..."
"Sh-shit, what the hell!"
It was Harang, using my arm as her pillow.
Why was she here? No way... did I sleep with her? What the fuck happened? Last night at the room salon, we...
As I muttered to myself, the puzzle pieces clicked into place.
Right. That's what went down. We were entertaining with drinks at the room, got wasted, and then I... fucked her...?
I didn't want to believe it, but those sticky scenes flashed by like a movie reel.
I tried denying the hazy memories, but damn it, I still had a conscience.
'Fuck. I did it. Took the sexual favors, you bastard...'
Booze, booze, booze!
If it weren't for the alcohol, I'd have sent them home prim and proper! Now what? First things first, gotta get dressed... but where's Sihyun and Manager Kim?
Click.
As I spiraled in confusion, a button clicked up from the bathroom.
The gust tormenting my head vanished at the same moment.
So that noise was a hairdryer. Which means...
"Oh? You're up already, oppa?"
Sihyun emerged from the bathroom, loosely wrapped in a bath towel after blow-drying her hair.
Wrapped was generous—it barely covered from her chest to her hips.
Her smooth arms and legs glistened with fresh moisture, and the arm holding the towel in place was right over her breasts, those full mounds threatening to swallow her slender limb whole.
"Khk!"
I hacked out a cough at the sight of her body and whipped my head away.
Even if the important bits were technically covered, there was way more skin on display. Approaching like that... her curves were so damn erotic, the silhouette screamed sex even from afar.
But turning away revealed an even bigger problem on my side.
Avoiding Sihyun, my eyes landed on Harang, buck-naked and snoring softly with my arm as her pillow.
The blanket was pulled up just below her chest, and facing me as she slept, her pink nipples and pale, perky tits were right there in plain view.
"Holy shit!"
I nearly yanked my arm free on instinct, but worried about waking her, I gently pulled the blanket up to her neck, swapped my arm for a pillow, and eased it out.
Once free, pins and needles flooded my arm, and Harang—dead to the world—had left a shiny trail of drool.
"Hehe, you're so sweet, oppa. You two looked just like lovers."
"What're you..."
Sihyun giggled mischievously.
Lying side by side with my arm as pillow? Yeah, it probably looked couple-y. But this was the morning after sexual favors. Facts didn't change.
What the hell had I been last night? I'd used booze as an excuse to degenerate, becoming the prime polluter of the industry.
'This is insane...'
Everything was a mess. Body sticky, head pounding, reality rejection in full swing.
And I had to get to work... Priority one: escape this room.
I wanted to bolt, but after whatever the hell we'd done all night, things were too sticky down there to ignore.
'Shower first. Cleanse body and soul...'
Decision made, I sat up—and a chill swept over my skin.
Not just from tossing the blanket.
Oh. Right. I'm buck naked.
I hurriedly covered my crotch, but Sihyun—watching the whole embarrassing show—cracked up like it was the funniest thing.
"Sihyun, why do you keep laughing...?"
"Hehehe... It's just, seeing you like this after how rough you pounded us last night? And what's with the formal speech all of a sudden? Forgot we agreed to drop it?"
I remembered.
Just wished my memory was wrong.
"I remember that."
"You didn't forget our Music In Us comeback deal, right?"
"..."
"No answer? Don't tell me you're pulling that cliché 'booze made me forget the inconvenient parts' crap, oppa?"
As she spoke, Sihyun teasingly rubbed near her womb.
Like it was stamped with the Music In Us approval right there, protesting to me.
Her womb holding my cum as certification?
Wait, had I creampied Sihyun too?
"I remember, but... how far did we go last night?"
"How far do you remember, oppa?"
Turning my question back on me—the devil's rhetoric.
But one thing was crystal: both these women had taken my creampies. My dick was telling me so.
Meaning after dumping load after load, I was on the defensive for now.
"Uh, well... We drank, I think we kissed...? Then you climbed on top... I laid you on the table, force-fed you booze... Sorry about that. Oh, and ripping Harang's clothes and going at it... Yeah, it's coming back..."
Recalling bit by bit, it spilled out like Vienna sausages from a can.
Started innocently enough, but I went to town without realizing. After creampieing Harang, it's a total blackout.
"That's it?"
"There's more?"
"Oppa, you're really weak to booze. After that, Manager oppa showed up, but you said you were borrowing us for the night and sent him off. Then dragged us to this motel and fucked us both back-to-back. How long since you last got laid? You flooded our wombs and were still rock-hard."
Didn't sound like a lie.
The bed was wrecked—sheets tangled, soaked patches like ley lines. Probably cum and pussy juice fused together.
"...Sorry for laying hands on you."
"Why apologize? We came to offer ourselves."
"Still, I shouldn't have done that dirty shit..."
"Kyahaha! Oppa, you're so innocent. I knew you weren't like those trash PDs. It was just pent-up lust exploding from the temptation and booze, right?"
"Y-yeah! Total mistake."
Anyway, a mistake.
If it happens again, I'll definitely...! ...Cross that bridge later.
"Our Music In Us comeback's locked in, right?"
"...Yeah. I'll tell An PD to slot you back in."
Damn, I'd just given Ceria false hope.
After devouring Rize.
Now I got what An PD meant by "eat them up" back then.
Crazy bastard. Lining up the show while fucking girl group members...
Jealous.
"Oh, and oppa. Overheard at the room—you said you'd slot Harang into a variety show too..."
She stroked near her womb again.
"I'll hook her up as a set with you..."
"Kyaa! Love you, Station Director oppa♡!"
"Haa..."
Sihyun threw a tantrum, bouncing around gleefully.
Her massive tits jiggled wildly despite the towel, hem fluttering enough to tease her crotch.
"Hey, stop bouncing! That towel's gonna slip."
"So what? You've sucked, bitten, pounded, and creampied every inch already."
"Idols shouldn't talk so crudely."
"Just facts. So, oppa, why hide it? I sucked it so lovingly last night—we're close buddies now."
Sihyun nodded at my cock.
The one covered by my hand.
"Told you, it was a mistake. Stop staring."
"Want a cover?"
"Huh? Sure."
"Here."
"Thanks."
She handed over her bath towel. Caught off-guard by the smooth flow, I took it and covered up.
Problem: this towel had been clinging to Sihyun's body seconds ago.
"Hey, enough—take it back."
I averted my eyes and offered it back, but soft skin—squishy bits—pressed against me.
"Noo~ Oppa can use the towel♡"
"D-don't. The favors are done. You've got Music In Us and variety booked."
"I like you beyond that, Station Director oppa~♡ So handsome, huge dick, killer technique... Unforgettable forever♡"
With sweet whispers, Sihyun hugged me, pressing her tits firmly against my chest.
Her face buried in my pecs, nuzzling like a cat.
Fresh post-shower scent enveloped me, intoxicatingly sweet.
Aah, blood rushing south...
"No need for sweet talk—just back off a bit..."
"Hehe, got it. Your dick keeps pushing me away anyway."
Damn it, the embarrassing bastard was flexing hard again, standing tall and nudging her belly.
At least this monster dick pried her naked body off mine... Her figure was a work of art.
A step back, I took in Rize's glamour queen, Sihyun, in full glory.
Her body—famous on porn boards, always topping community posts.
Appreciating that male-fantasy physique bare? Achievement unlocked for any man.
Wow, I'd shaken those big, bouncy tits all night? Pumped cum into that toned navel? Sandwiched between her and Harang, fucking them both?
Fuck! Shouldn't have drunk! Needed to etch it all in my brain!
"Your words say no, but you're staring hard. Dirty thoughts too."
Busted.
"Ahem, whatever! I'm showering."
"Round two? Lemme kill that boner?"
"No! You watch Harang and head back to the agency!"
I showered frantically, threw on clothes in a rush, and raced to the station.
Even as we left the motel, Sihyun clung on for a deep kiss, leaving me tenting my pants on the drive.
The favors were over, she'd gotten what she wanted—why bother?
Gulp.
'Sihyun's taste... Should've gone one more round.'
Damn, it was good.