Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: The Young Station Director Becomes an 'Adult'
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“Ooh...”
Kim Hyun-sik let out a sigh of admiration upon his return.
He even crossed his arms and stroked his chin.
The sight made him look like an artist admiring a masterpiece. Though in reality, he was a total nutjob.
“What is this...”
Kim Hyun-sik stayed immersed in appreciation like that for several minutes.
At the end of his gaze lay Im Da-hyun, sprawled out with her legs spread wide like a frog.
Between Im Da-hyun's thighs, her pink slit was completely covered in the white fluid her insides had expelled, hiding its pretty color from view.
“Director, how many times did you fuck Da-hyun?!”
“? Just once.”
“Our Da-hyun passed out from just one go?! She wasn't in top form lately, sure, but...”
“I wanted more, but I held back in case I'd get stuck holding the bag.”
“We're not some thugs—you could've gone as many rounds as you wanted! Hell, knock her up while you're at it!”
“...Mr. Kim, you're clearly out of your mind. Anyway, the ad contract's done, so pass on my regards to Da-hyun. I'm off.”
“Yes, sir! We're so grateful for your magnanimity! If you ever miss her, feel free to use her anytime! Complimentary pussy for the whole ad period—complimentary pussy! Haha!”
“Got it, now shut up.”
I left Louis behind, ignoring Kim Hyun-sik who was bowing at the waist.
On the way out, the manager rushed out barefoot to see me off, making me feel like a big shot.
Actually... I am a big shot now, right? That's why I'm getting this treatment.
Maybe it wasn't so bad after all...
In just a few days, I'd realized my surroundings were always littered with tasty treats, and devouring them didn't take much effort.
Until now, I'd been so buried in work that I only looked straight ahead—maybe that was my mistake.
In the end, we're all just trying to eat, survive, and cum inside...
Like An PD said, maybe it was time to look around and take what's offered. With this blissful sex life unfolding, it'd be a shame to pass it up.
As I gripped the steering wheel with that thought, my pants pocket buzzed.
Checking my phone, it was an unknown number.
I usually ignored suspicious calls, but lately, sultry vibes had been gravitating my way, so I answered with high hopes.
“Hello.”
“...Hello, Director. This is Yoon Sung-ho.”
“Yoon Sung-ho...? Ah... Ceria's chief manager...?”
“Yes, haha. Honored you remember.”
“No big deal. What's up?”
I'd gotten his business card at the station, but I hadn't given him mine.
No need to ask how he got my number, though. I could guess.
“Well... I realized our agency hasn't shown our faces to you enough, so I wanted to drop by for a proper 'greeting.'”
“......”
A brief silence followed.
Yoon Sung-ho seemed to be mulling over my pause too, so this 'greeting'—was it what I thought...?
Time to test if our definitions matched.
“A greeting... How about something simple in my office? Or...”
“...Somewhere more private than the office, without interruptions, would be ideal...”
“.......”
So Ceria does favors too.
My grip tightened on the wheel involuntarily.
Mixed in that strength were rage and betrayal—impure emotions.
The girl group I'd been a fan of was doing sexual favors behind the scenes!
Not that I had room to talk, having just eaten one up, but from a fan's perspective, it pissed me off.
“Um... Director, just to clarify, you're our first for this 'greeting.' Even if they're rookies, we cherish them...”
“!!!!”
Rage and betrayal melted into relief.
No—into a strange thrill.
So Ceria was still a pure group untouched by favors. If they had to do it, offering to the top guy like me was good for the girls!
My mouth watered; I gulped hard without realizing. Then I spoke calmly.
“......Tomorrow night, come to my place?”
“Yes, sir. Oh, but the whole group might be tough—probably just Sua.”
Sacrifice from the leader, huh.
Fair enough; Ceria's members were still young.
Even leader Sua was just twenty.
All the more reason I should handle this 'greeting.' I could protect and promote Ceria!
I checked the rearview mirror.
A pretty handsome guy was driving—tall, sharp-eyed, high nose bridge, thin lips with an upturned smile that felt approachable. All on a small face.
The girl idols I'd fucked had gushed over me, and I was convinced it was genuine, not flattery. My looks were that good.
'Plus, they all moaned about loving my cock.'
Guilt over favors was fading.
If I personally fucked and promoted them, wasn't that a good thing?
Confidence surged.
“Sua's fine. The others are still too young for that.”
“...Yes...”
“Chief Yoon, no issues with tomorrow's 'greeting' or our deal?”
“None. Send the address, and we'll be there.”
“...Perfect timing. Music In Us has an opening I can probably swing. Haha!”
“........Thank you.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Yes, tomorrow, Director.”
After hanging up, I had immediate business.
My head swam like I'd gotten a confession from my crush, heart pounding, but I shelved it for now.
I mounted my phone on the holder and turned the car.
“Gatsby, call An PD.”
-Connect to An PD?
“Do it, you idiot.”
-Please wait.
The call to An PD connected.
I'd promised Rize a slot and now Ceria too.
But slots were limited. As director, couldn't I just make another? Then An PD's voice came through.
“Huff... khh... H-hello? Oh? Director?”
He was working out? Faint breaths mixed in.
“Yes, An PD. It's me.”
“Hngh... Kh! One sec, Director.”
What? Actually exercising?
Rustling sounds followed, then he steadied his voice.
“Yes! What can I do for you, Director?”
“Sorry for the late hour. About Music In Us—any chance for one more slot?”
“You mean besides Rize's?”
“Yeah, possible?”
“Kkhk, Director. Sounds like you've finally swung your director hips.”
“.......”
I didn't deny it.
An PD was savvy about this world and always hoped I'd indulge.
Probably thrilled inside.
And he was my loyalist. No reason to hide.
“An PD, did the Music In Us lineup come from your cock?”
“Kahahaha! Director, opening up at last!”
“Heading to your place now. Let's talk.”
“Welcome anytime! Drawing up a good picture while I wait!”
“Picture? Alright, on my way.”
'Good picture' nagged, but with the invite, I floored it.
An PD's place wasn't far. A few lights, and I was at his apartment lot—fittingly high-end and spacious.
His floor had one unit only.
Building for elites monopolizing whole floors.
I had my three-story house solo, but this wasn't bad.
At his door, about to ring—the gap showed inside.
Huh? Not closed properly? Or maybe...
Taking it as an invitation, I eased the door open and entered.
“An PD? An PD?”
Too spacious; sound didn't carry.
Slipped off shoes, headed to the living room. Low, wet sounds emanated.
From what seemed his master bedroom.
“Haht... haang... haa...”
“Haaaang♥”
......Not one woman—sounded like more.
His 'good picture'...
Near the bedroom, its door ajar like the front. I peeked through.
One bed, three people atop: two women, one man—An PD.
Slurrrrp—!!
“PD, you're sucking so good! Love it♥♥”
Squelch squelch squelch♥
“Ahh! PD's cock in my insides...!”
An PD lay central, pussy on his mouth, pussy on his dick.
The two cowgirls were, predictably, desperate girl group members gunning for Music In Us.
Seeing An PD brazenly receiving favors hit home how naive I'd been. I clenched my fist.
'Jealous!'