Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Aftermath of the Favor
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A kiss at the front door, not a quick peck but a long, lingering deep kiss.
It was just like the loving exchange between a husband and wife before heading to work.
Even though we were nothing more than a business arrangement.
Mmmph... slurp♡
Impressive.
Even though I had ambushed him, yanking his neck toward me and forcing a deep kiss, I ended up completely lost in this man's masculinity.
Whenever I did sexual favors before, it felt like being raped by some massive ape, so I just lay there like a corpse. But last night, I was the one thrusting my hips and throwing myself at him.
Looking back, it wasn't me offering my body—it felt like he was the one devouring me.
Why am I like this?
"Haa... Director Oppa, your saliva tastes so good."
"Wh-what's with the sudden kiss?"
"I have to give you a goodbye kiss since you're leaving, Oppa."
"You don't have to do this anymore, okay? The favor's over."
...I just wanted to do it.
But I couldn't bring myself to say that.
It'd be embarrassing to turn into some lovesick girl with hearts in her eyes after just one night together.
I didn't want to look like some cheeky woman playing pretend, especially as a girl who does sexual favors.
"Got it. Bye, Oppa♡"
"Yeah. And don't call me to these kinds of things anymore. You girls shouldn't do sexual favors either."
So innocent, this young director.
"That's not up to me."
"...I see. I'm off."
The motel room door, where we'd chased climax after climax all night, swung open and shut. And just like that, Station Director Kim Han-seo left.
"Haa..."
What an unusual guy.
A station director rushing out like he's late for work.
He didn't seem to realize that his departure time set the office hours.
It must mean he either doesn't know the power he holds or doesn't want to abuse it.
What if I'd met a guy like him under different circumstances?
'I'd probably still look like a slut...'
A woman trading her body for TV spots from producers—she is a slut, after all.
I'd done the same with the director right away.
Where did it all go wrong? My idol dream, which I'd thought would be glamorous, had turned into harsh reality. My body and mind were worn ragged and frayed.
To sum up my exhausted state of being in one word, without all the rambling:
'It hurts...'
Not because of my battered body. I'd gotten over that long ago.
It was just that the man who'd held me until moments ago kept shaking me to my core.
I'm a quick judge of character and know when to admit things.
Meaning my pride isn't that strong.
Even I could see it when looking at myself—I'd fallen at first sight... no, first night.
The reasons were straightforward: handsome, capable, and amazing in bed.
Of course, at first it was relief. When I saw the director in the room yesterday, after dealing with nothing but ape-like guys, opening up to a tall, handsome man had me a little excited.
And as we got physical...
Hehe♡
"Hngh..."
I've been completely tamed...
His cock was so brutally huge that I could still vividly feel it pounding down into my womb.
In front of Director Oppa, I'd acted all seductive, wagging my tail, but it was just a ploy to hide my heart that felt like it would burst.
I had to act, or he'd see right through me.
Haa... Screw the TV spots—I'd do anything just to have him fuck me again♡
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After a threesome with two girl group members, I headed to work.
The aftermath of all that ejaculation must've knocked me out—I overslept and ended up late.
Some might say the top guy doesn't need to sweat the small stuff like rules, but discipline matters, and I'm part of that system too. Can't take it lightly.
Especially since I micromanage every detail on site.
'But today was unavoidable.'
I had no idea how many loads I'd blown while drunk—my balls felt completely drained.
With my stamina, I only slept past work hours a bit. An average guy would've been out for half the day.
I parked at the station, scanned my employee card at the first floor, and made my way up to the director's office.
Business as usual.
Except today, Secretary Shin was pacing the hallway outside like a dog waiting for its owner.
"Director!"
"Hey, Secretary. What're you doing out here?"
"You weren't picking up your phone or coming in—I thought something happened to you."
She'd called too?
I must've missed it, too out of it to check my phone on the way.
"Ah, sorry. Overslept today. Didn't have a chance to check."
"Oversleep from you...? What's up with that?"
"Even I have off days. I'm human. Go finish your work, Secretary."
I gestured toward the secretary's office for her to head in.
But she had no intention of moving.
Sniff sniff.
"Wh-what is it?"
"Hold on, Director. Sniff sniff sniff..."
Secretary Shin twitched her slim, perfectly shaped nose, sniffing my scent.
Like a pretty desert fox circling me, checking out the intruder. It made me uneasy for no reason.
Probably guilt from my little indiscretion—I definitely didn't want my close secretary catching on.
This is bad... Anxiety hit me like a thief hearing footsteps.
"Secretary, what are you doing? Another prank? This kind of creepy joke is..."
"Director, did you get a girlfriend?"
"W-what?"
I hadn't dated, but I had held some pretty girls...
"It's weird. You're wearing the same clothes as yesterday. And there's a strong woman's scent. Either you spent the night with a girlfriend or went wild at some entertainment spot. But you're not the type to hit up places like that..."
I come to work in a suit, and suits all look the same. She picked up on that?
The thick scent on me was probably from hugging and deep-kissing Sihyun earlier. Harang, for reference, was still passed out when I left.
Damn, her instincts are too sharp.
Especially since they extend to me now.
Still, girlfriend was normal, entertainment spots were better than the truth. No way she'd guess sexual favors—and she shouldn't.
"N-no way... You got a girlfriend...?"
As I mulled it over, Secretary Shin asked cautiously, her face on the verge of bursting.
Her voice carried desperate hope that she wouldn't be disappointed in me.
Normally, when someone asks that, they'd suspect you'd been whoring around at shady spots, right?
A girlfriend isn't bad. Even if I didn't have one.
Despair flickered in her eyes.
Like she wanted a specific answer.
If I joked about having a girlfriend, she'd probably collapse crying.
I had no idea why, but I spoke up anyway.
"Me, a girlfriend? I'm swamped as it is. The clothes? Overslept and just threw on yesterday's rumpled ones. The scent? Tried a perfume gift, turns out it was a woman's."
No clue why I was explaining, but it dodged the interrogation. Spun it on the spot, but it sounded plausible.
"Hmm, really? No girlfriend... for sure?"
"I said no. Even if there was, does it affect your work? Why the sudden fuss?"
"W-well! As your secretary, I handle your full schedule, so personal stuff like a girlfriend, I need to know to some extent..."
"Fine, fine. So, my schedule—what's on for today?"
"Today? One sec."
She pulled out a notebook crammed with notes and scanned it meticulously.
Seemed like we'd naturally moved past it; conversation back on track.
No idea why, but she'd been flustered mid-talk, cheeks flushed. Probably the best outcome for both of us.
"Meeting with the advertiser today? That cosmetics ad from last time."
"Ah, the company that begged us to hear them out."
"Yep, that's it."
An ad deal pushed to the back of my mind amid yesterday's chaos.
In selecting new ads for weekend music show slots, it'd been narrowed to two, but this cosmetics company muscled in crudely.
Roenberry, I think? I'd heard of them since their new ad model's the idol solo dancer-singer Im Da-hyun.
'Her slender figure explodes in every dance move—true dancer material...'
Im Da-hyun honestly isn't that popular.
Her videos only trended on days she wore bold outfits.
With her perfect skin tone like the essence of flesh color, long wine-red hair swaying as her lithe body bounces every which way—pure sex appeal one-trick pony.
Her face is pretty enough for an idol, but critics say her expressions lack emotion, so she doesn't get much love.
But as an idol otaku, I'd filed her away in my head.
Not that it matters for this ad deal.
"What time?"
"They asked for evening, so I set it for 7 PM. We can cancel if it doesn't work for you."
"...Secretary, you can't just casually break appointments like that. Fix that attitude."
"We're the top dogs, so what? And it's because you ignored calls since last night. What happened?"
"Ahem... Nothing. 7 PM? Got it."
"They'll text the location to your number directly."
"Alright, get back to work."
"Hmph... Okay."
With a dissatisfied hum, Secretary Shin headed to the secretary's office.
She sensed I was hiding something but held back, deeming it rude to pry.
Chaotic morning...
But the real issue starts now.
Time to text Ceria: the music show spot from yesterday? Cancel it.
Payback for banging Rize.
I dialed Yoon Sung-ho, Ceria's chief manager.