Chapter 152
Chapter 152
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 152
Chapter Title: A-yeon and Premist
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That night, A-yul got utterly creampied by me.
I pumped load after load into her, inside and out, until her body was a total mess of cum. Only then did I notice her eyes had rolled back halfway, on the verge of passing out.
"Haaak...♡ Haaak...♡ Heuung♡"
She could have any guy wrapped around her finger like a slave wherever she went... Had I fucked her too hard?
Still, seeing my cum leaking out of her body filled me with a warm satisfaction.
And I'd splattered so much on the outside too, so my male scent would linger thickly all night.
With my balls completely drained, I lay down right beside her and fell asleep.
The next morning, after pounding her like a beast, I woke to sunlight and found A-yul clutching my arm tightly in her sleep.
I didn't know if she'd instinctively snuggled up or just let go and leaned on me completely, but either way, it felt damn good.
She'd said within a week, but even after the deadline I'd given, A-yeon still hadn't reached out.
I had no idea if she'd decided to fight the rankings on her own or if she was looking for another path instead of trading her body for a fresh debut. But letting her go this easily felt like such a waste of that body and face.
-Only 16 left... If 7 make it from there, doesn't that give me a shot too?
-16 to 7... That's a gift from the heavens!
-Final stage is live, and survival shows always have the wildest ranking swings on the last day, so fighting! ♡!
"Hmm..."
Ranking swings... Yeah, real wild.
Watching these clueless trainees cling to vain hopes that maybe they could make it too—it warmed my heart a little.
The Seras acceptance stamp I'd pounded into her womb, those were the best fucks...
For the record, I was watching this week's Mafdu episode right now.
This week featured the survivors' thoughts so far, their prep attitudes, personal interviews, and lots of scenes of them forming teams of four for the final debut eval practice.
After this episode, just the finale next week for Mafdu.
I'd planned to fill six of Seras's spots with girls I'd fucked, and slot in someone like Lee A-hyun by rank for the last one. But A-yeon was throwing a wrench in that.
'What the hell is she thinking...'
I shot A-yeon a KakaoTalk.
Come over and talk. I won't do anything, so head to my place.
But
-No thanks. Nothing to say.
"..."
Politely rejected.
-Why? I'll come to you then.
-No, gotta practice.
-I'll head your way, so step out for a sec. There's an empty waiting room at Mafdu Hall no one uses.
A brief silence followed.
She'd clearly seen it, but no reply came.
An empty waiting room no one comes to.
What might happen if we're alone there?
Was she hesitating because of those magic words, or was that just wishful thinking?
-No.
I'd expected that, but damn, A-yeon played hard to get like a bitch.
She'd already forgotten the times I'd grabbed her by the hair and made her squirt nonstop, acting all haughty queen now, impossible to even get an audience with.
-Why
-What're you gonna do in an empty waiting room no one comes to?
-Talk.
-Talk with your body? Rape me?
-I'm not a rapist! Just wholesome talk, that's why I wanna meet.
-Wholesome like asking me to jerk you off again?
This little...!
'How'd she know?'
I called her immediately, and she picked up right away.
"Ugh, why do you keep bothering me?!"
"You don't wanna debut? Why no contact?"
"Ha, that horny, huh? Sorry, but I have zero plans to do that gross, ugly shit ever again. No matter who you pre-select, I'll rise with my own talent."
Why was she so full of confidence?
Even if her rank was soaring, did she not know the other five had all rolled in bed with me?
"Yeah? That confident? Down to two digits left?"
"!! Wait, don't tell me... Everyone but me did it...?"
"Obviously. Some girls love my dick to death. You're no different, right? You only cried virgin blood at first, but once I thrust a bit, you were soaking wet in no time..."
"Shut up! Two digits? Piece of cake. I'll show my skills on the final live stage—that's plenty. So go jerk off alone or whatever!"
A-yeon shouting confidently.
Unlike the raw trainees, she was an ex-idol who'd done live stages and nailed them, so she had that relaxed vibe.
Her rank kept climbing, solid fanbase meant no vote loss even with resets—well-founded arrogance.
A-yeon... gotta fuck her...!
Then, a brilliant idea hit me.
I had the perfect weapon to shake this high-nosed, sky-high confident girl—ones who'd recently come under me.
A-yeon matched her massive confidence with deep loyalty.
I grinned slyly and spoke.
"Mm... Got it. Give it your best."
"Hmph! Even if—! Huh? W-what...?"
"You wanna climb on your own power, so who am I to block that? I'm not trash."
"Uh... yeah, whatever. I'd do what I want anyway!"
"Mm, right right. Yoo A-yeon, the ice queen. Wouldn't care what happens to old teammates like Premist... Right?"
"..."
Mentioning Premist cut her voice short.
Lip smacks of fluster leaked through, her breaths heavy with dismay.
"W-what... Why bring up my unnies all sudden...?"
"Huh? Nah, when I took Premist in, I kinda bundled you in my thoughts. But you're pushing me away, rejecting my line, so suddenly lost interest in them?"
"That's got nothing to do... No need to stoop this low..."
Using Premist softened her edge a bit.
Thick as thieves with her ex-groupmates even after leaving.
If not for the agency's bullshit, they'd have stuck together forever. Thanks for that, really.
"Stooping low? A-yeon. Premist are idols who touched drugs, process aside. No screen time ever again, but I specially took them in, got them back on air already. Stopping that help—is that low? Gotta help forever once you start?"
"That's too much... Holding my unnies hostage... Too far!!"
A-yeon wailed desperately.
Good thing it was phone; face-to-face, her fierce glare and breaking voice might've made me flinch.
Hated to admit, but her cool beauty had real intimidating charisma sometimes.
"Hostage? Just giving you a heads-up since you're tight with Premist girls."
"Haa... haa... So what? You touched my unnies too? Then take responsibility! What do you want?!"
"Calm down. Depending on you, my body might forget Premist exists. If my dick gets bored of Mina, Seong-hee, Eun-jeong..."
"Gets bored how?!"
"Broadcast folks still see Premist as viable. Wild orgy send-off, they might bounce back without my pull...?"
Even I thought it vicious.
Of course, no real plans.
Mina, Eun-jeong, Seong-hee had tighter pussies than expected—perfect for lonely nights.
"How ugly do you have to be to treat unnies like objects... How bad did you bully them...!"
"Bully? Me?"
"Obvious without seeing!!! Forcing them to strip for airtime, smirking with that filthy thing...!"
"Mm... Yeah? A-yeon, so stuck in rigid thinking. More straitlaced than I thought."
"What?"
"Fine. Come to my place tonight. Just see Premist girls' faces. Oh, swear on my life no touching without your okay—don't worry."
"...What changes if I go?"
"Just you bowing your head, promising no more bitchiness to me. That's it. You'll see my face plenty if you stay idol—can't be awkward. Just clearing that up. Got it?"
Normally she'd curse and yell bow my head? Hell no?! But with seeing Mina, Eun-jeong, Seong-hee, she couldn't.
Worried her old teammates would get roughly handled if she didn't.
Believe it'd fix everything if she bowed and promised—seemed she'd do it.
A-yeon had a kinder, warmer heart than expected.
"Ha, fine... But swear on everything. I'll go, bow, apologize properly, promise no rudeness—so don't mess with my unnies!"
"I swear. See you tonight then."
Pussy...!
"Yeah..."
I hung up with A-yeon.
Her gloomy tone screamed wounded pride, but she'd come obediently tonight.
Recalling A-yeon's pussy feel from memory, I called someone else.
Premist leader Seong-hee.