Chapter 156
Chapter 156
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 156
Chapter Title: Promise with A-yeon
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After spending a night of pure ecstasy with the three members of Premist yesterday, my balls were fully recharged in no time despite how hard we'd gone at it, howling for me to show off my manly prowess once more.
My male recovery was part of it, sure, but more than anything, A-yeon's furious words from when she saw how wrecked Seong-hee, Mina, and Eun-jung were still echoed in my ears.
-Fuck...! I'll give you my body, so keep your damn promise!
Wasn't that the most beautiful curse in the world?
Premist had straight-up offered her pussy for her old teammates without beating around the bush.
'A-yeon... Wonder if she'll cry her eyes out again if I grab her by the hair and pound her...'
Like saving the best for last, I hadn't devoured A-yeon right away yesterday.
Mina, Eun-jung, and Seong-hee—I'd fucked the three of them senseless, so I wasn't exactly in peak condition myself, and I wanted A-yeon fresh with a full load of cum ready to unleash.
Suppressing the urge to throw her on the bed had been torture, leaving me buzzing with anticipation like waiting for a eagerly awaited package.
Excited as I was to roll around in bed with A-yeon, I was also pleased that Ceras's lineup was shaping up just as I wanted.
Six out of seven spots filled with idols who'd taken my baby batter, and for the last one, naturally through voting—I hoped it'd be Lee A-hyeon...
Speaking of which, I'd love to sample Lee A-hyeon too, but we had zero connection, so...
Maybe debut Ceras and savor her slowly.
Lost in my filthy fantasies, the director's office door suddenly swung open.
"Director!"
"Leave A-yeon alone!"
"We're enough for you!"
What the...
The moment the door opened, in rushed the trio.
Premist—the three who'd had their pussies pounded into rice cakes by me last night.
"We settled that already. You three bailed first, so you lost! Keep this up, and it'll be a problem."
They'd begged me over the phone this morning to spare A-yeon, and now they'd come rushing over in person.
They couldn't stand the thought of A-yeon, Premist's former maknae, offering her body because of them.
"Give us one more chance! We're fully prepared this time..."
"I thought you were mature, Seong-hee, but you're throwing a tantrum? No. I'm letting go of A-yeon."
"Really?!"
"But brace yourselves. I can't undo putting you under NSS Enter, so you'll be on infinite storage duty forever, just sucking your thumbs. I'll drop the virgin PR campaign too. Want airtime? You'll have to spread for the PDs of those shows and our station's investors first. I'll make damn sure of it."
"What?! No... that's... aaah..."
Memories of the drug dealers must've flashed back, because Seong-hee hunched her shoulders and trembled in fear.
Eun-jung clung to Seong-hee, her usual pillar, looking terrified, and Mina too...
"That's dirty! Low blow! We're top-tier girls—aren't we enough without using A-yeon as a hostage?!"
"..."
Some habits die hard, huh.
Mina snapped at me again, wild as ever.
I'd thought I'd tamed her, but that bratty nature was unbreakable.
Ha... Today was supposed to be a great day for fucking A-yeon, but now I was getting pissed.
I stared daggers at Mina with a stone-cold face, but the idiot just kept blabbing.
"I'll take care of your urges, Director, so leave A-yeon out of it..."
"Mina. One more word. I'll make an example of you—leave you under guys as a cumrag. Holes plugged front and back, mouth stuffed so you can't even moan. You'll probably get knocked up by some random dick too. No clue who the dad is, forced to quit idol life and rot in the gutter."
"..!!"
"Eek!!! N-no... Sorry... I'm sorry..."
Mina must've pictured something horrifying because she trembled and clung to Seong-hee just like Eun-jung.
"Sigh, why make me say the ugly stuff? You should've behaved. I get you're looking out for A-yeon, but this isn't a bad deal. Looks like sacrifice, but debuting in Ceras means a flower path. Unless... you're jealous?"
"N-no!"
"Then go. I'll take responsibility for A-yeon and make her the top idol. You three too—I'll push you hard. We all succeed, laugh together later. Right?"
"Y-yes!!"
"Good girls."
I patted all three heads equally.
Groped their asses, squeezed their tits, pecked their cheeks—they flushed pink and beamed in seconds.
"Now go. Oh, and on your way out, tell that pretty pink-haired secretary I told PD An to hold A-yeon's spot."
*
A minor commotion with Premist during the day, but night fell quickly.
Less than a week until Mafdu's finale.
Ceras debut lineup announcement was right around the corner.
The process was sticky and flowery, but anyway—tonight, like always, I waited in my bedroom for my visitor, cock throbbing hard.
Knock knock!
"She's here!"
A-yeon's knock at the door.
That short "[Arrived.]" was so cute.
I rushed to open the front door, and there she was.
A-yeon, with her snowy white hair like a queen—radiant yet sharp-eyed.
I'd threatened to scrap Premist and everything if she didn't doll up, and damn, she must've hit a salon—stunning.
I froze, speechless for a moment.
I reached out, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and spoke.
"You really dolled up nice."
"Hah, you threatened me to, then say that? What a psycho."
"Surprised me, though. Didn't think you'd stick up for Mina, Seong-hee, and Eun-jung like that."
"Of course! We were a team! If not for that bastard Director Hwang, I wouldn't have left Premist—I'd still be with my unnies. Never would've gotten defiled by a creep like you, Director!"
A-yeon's upward glare was razor-sharp, threatening.
Staring too long, she'd glare fiercely, haughty bordering on harsh.
A girl like this seemed the type to whip men if she had a fortress, but nope—she preferred getting yanked by the hair...
Not preference exactly; last time I tried it on a whim, her pussy clenched harder and gushed more. Anyway, she liked a man's mark on her body.
"Creep? I'm the one who took in your Premist unnies you couldn't live without. Without me, you'd be retired with penalties, twerking on some trashy internet stream."
"Ugh..."
"Heh, your hair's so silky. Salon for makeup and styling?"
"Hands off."
A-yeon slapped my hand away coldly.
"So icy... Come in first."
I jerked my chin inside; she followed my back.
Come to think of it, I'd heard Director Hwang and the druggies schemed to snag Yoo A-yeon by having Premist bring her along. Turns out, Seong-hee, Eun-jung, and Mina only told her to come when high—sober, they warned her never to.
So A-yeon still cherished Premist bonds, and that worked out great for me.
Lucky me.
I headed straight to the bedroom alone.
On the nightstand: pricey champagne.
Dom Pérignon, unboxed big-time for tonight's mood.
High alcohol to loosen A-yeon up good.
I perched on the bed and poured glasses.
Glug glug—like a stream filling them.
The red tint like red-light glow had blood rushing to my dick already.
"What's that?"
"Huh? What? Don't just stand—sit by me."
"No, the booze—what is it?"
"Man and woman alone at night, sipping champagne, sharing bodies intimately? Romantic vibe."
Panting breaths mingling with booze scent—irresistible.
But against my hopes, A-yeon crossed her arms.
"Seriously, what fantasy? You think I came to make love eye contact? I'm here forced, disgusted, to take it. Intimate? Romantic? Pathetic. Got mental issues? Or in heat? Wanna rip that filthy cock off and hang it in the square."
"Rip my cock? Plenty of girls would cry. Just enjoy. Lots of idols hooked on sex favors with me now—Premist prime example..."
"Shut up! I still ache every night thinking I lost my virginity to trash like you! Ugh, wish you'd drop dead..."
"Every night? That intense a dick? Pound you daily?"
"Fucking idiot. How's scum like you director of an idol station... Bullshit."
A-yeon spat curses but sat by me, legs crossed—mindful she was here to give her body.
She turned away with a huff, avoiding my face—classic: icy at first, then wailing in sweaty bliss later.
Haughty and prickly, but heat up with cock and she falls.
Recalling that thrill, I slowly stroked her soft thighs peeking from her short skirt.
Swish swish...
"Eek?! G-get off!!"
"Off what? You're here for this."
"Ugh... ugh..."
Just a reflexive snap; she didn't really block since she came to offer her pussy.
"Idol legs are magic. How's flesh wrap so tight..."
"Cut the crap—get it over with quick."
"Nah. Gonna savor slow."
"Hah, creepy as fuck..."
While she gnashed teeth, I kept groping.
Smooth thighs gleaming—sucked me in deeper.
Slight press: soft dents, yet elastic bounce from her job.
'Pale, soft, plush...'
Growing bolder, hand slipped under her skirt.
"Eek?! Hah!! Hngh...!!!"
"Hm?"
Just grazed panties with fingers—this reaction?
A-yeon: icy personality, but sensitive hot zones.
Thought virgin nerves then, but nah—whole body's a live wire.
Fun reaction—I pressed lips to her cherry lips.
"Mmph?! S-stop!!"
"Kiss! Now! Rejecting? Means Seong-hee, Mina, Eun-jung grind randos at stations for scraps like bottom idols?"
"Ugh... okay, just... "
"Yeah?"
A-yeon pushed my chest lightly, grabbed the glass I'd poured.
Shut eyes tight, chugged it messily one-shot.
"Heh, what? Showing off?"
"Hah... hah... Can't take it sober! Mmph!"
Gulp gulp—
Tough liquor for one go, but her throat bobbed fine.
She's tough...
She's trying hard—can't just watch.
Hand bolder: into panties, rubbing her slit.
Squelch squelch squelch♡!
"Ah?! Pffft!!!!"
"What? Pricey stuff—don't spit!"
"Crazy?! Hand... ahhh?!"
"Surprised? Knew my hand was up your skirt."
"Suddenly inside panties... hng♡!"
Fingers slick already—she's soaking.
Her juices thick, viscous squelch music to ears.
Finger-fucked her entrance to ignite.
Scrape scrape scrape♡♡!!!!
"Kyaaah♡!!! S-stop!! Too fast!!"
"Haven't even entered yet! Here. Champagne's dripping."
Tongue out, licked the spilled bubbly from her chewing.
Lick lick-♡
'Tasty...'
From her mouth? Or her clear skin? Booze heaven.
Tingling thrill—mood hits.
"Slurp♡ smack♡"
"Ahhh♡! Hands off...! Kyah! N-not face... dirty... gross... hngh..."
Lapped it all—saw her clothes wet too.
Whoa, big spit-take. Sticky mess.
Better strip her.
Pulled hand from skirt to undress her.
Viscous juices trailed fingers to palm, stretching strings when fisted.
"Acting hate, but this? Thick nectar."
"Shut up!! Body reacts—don't gloat..."
"Clothes uncomfortable? I'll help."
Hand to her heaving chest—she gripped my wrist weakly, voice shaky.
"First... last night's promise. Swear it! My body for their security—say it clear! You're trash, so spell it out."
"Got it. Premist safe. You debut Ceras, work under me. Good?"
"..."
Unbuttoned slowly.
Her ragged breaths like cheers as sheer fabric parted.
Chest buttons popped cheerful—brauser burst open like breathing room.
"Nice... perfect body."
"Take care of unnies—no other men! They're ex-top idols, high standards—treat good!"
"Heh... told you."
"No skimping settlements or abusing past trauma!"
"Obviously. Yoo A-yeon giving virginity and more—swear."
"And... since doing it... confirm Ceras spot?"
"Of course. You're Ceras now."
"But no sucking up polite. You do this—I won't bow!"
"Fine fine. Don't need that."
After her demands, kept stripping.
Blouse, bra, short skirt. Finally panties.
Going full nude defenseless, A-yeon sipped her teary champagne, muttering.
"Fuck... why'm I so booze-proof... hngh... please get drunk..."
A-yeon downing glass indifferently, body bare and beautiful... stunning.