Chapter 187
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 187
Chapter Title: Part 2 - Alone with A-yeon at Night
Just out of the shower, A-yeon was clearly naked with nothing but a towel wrapped around her, yet she somehow looked far fresher and more radiant than usual.
Her skin, brimming with moisture.
She must have slathered on body lotion, because it looked even softer and fluffier than normal.
Her damp hair clinging to her shoulders and collarbone hadn't dried yet, giving off a sleek, alluring vibe, and those full, milky breasts peeking out beyond the towel's coverage—I wanted to grab them, suck on them.
And then there was the sweet fragrance wafting from her...
A-yeon's natural scent was already intoxicating, but mixed with the bath fragrance, it made my head even fuzzier.
“Kyaa! W-what is this?! How did you even get in...? No, more than that, why are you even here?!”
A-yeon's pale, delicate arms instinctively covering her body.
We've already done it all, so what was the point of this half-hearted cover-up?
I strode wordlessly into the living room.
“D-don't come closer! What the hell are you doing, barging in like this?!”
“Barging in? Didn't you say you had something to talk about? Shouldn't you thank the Director who came all this way just for you?”
“I meant talk on the phone! Who asked you to show up?! But... sniff sniff... ugh! What's that booze smell?!”
“Ah, just had a drink with a cute girl.”
I said it casually as I flopped onto the big, long sofa.
It was plush—the kind where your butt sank right in.
Tonight, I'm crashing here.
“Even if you are the Director, this is too much! Walking into a girl's place like you own it and acting like it's your house?”
“Cut it out and just sit down already.”
I shrugged off my jacket, tossed it aside, and planted myself firmly on the spot.
Like I had no intention of getting up until we sorted this out.
“Ugh, this is exactly why I said I should change the door code... Sua must've told you again. Sigh...”
A-yeon, who knew my stubbornness all too well, shook her head and tried to sit across from me.
But as she passed in front of me, I grabbed her arm and...
“?! Kyaa!!”
...yanked her down to stick right beside me.
“What are you doing?! You scared me!”
“I said sit next to me, and you try to go somewhere else.”
“Why do I have to sit so close? It's uncomfortable! Let go.”
“Nope!”
“Let go!!”
“Nope!”
In our ongoing tussle, I kept gripping her arm as she tried to squirm away, pulling her back hard.
Her skin felt against my hand... so incredibly smooth...
“Nngh...! Let...! Ugh, are you drunk? I'm seriously going insane here!”
She gave one last push, but my iron grip won out, and A-yeon finally gave up resisting.
She went limp and settled down obediently.
Only then did I release her arm.
“There. Behave. You're way too feisty.”
“You make me feisty! Hmph!”
“...But that was kinda hot just now.”
“What was?”
“When I forced you to sit, those big tits of yours jiggled so much. But you held onto that towel the whole time?”
“...!!”
As I teased her like that and let my eyes drift to her chest, A-yeon flinched in surprise and yanked the towel up to cover her cleavage.
But the towel was a bit small, so pulling it up exposed her intimate lower parts more blatantly.
“Hmm... some new fox trick, huh...”
“Drunk and talking in your sleep now? What... eek!!”
Her pale thighs were fully on display, and I could almost glimpse the pink shell between them as I followed eagerly with my eyes.
A-yeon traced my gaze, hurriedly pulled the towel back down, and...
“Tits...”
“Kyaa!”
Now her plump breast flesh was spilling out generously, and I stared right through it. A-yeon squealed and fussed, yanking the poor towel up and down relentlessly.
“Jeez, what are you doing? Putting on a show?”
“D-don't look!”
“Not look? I've stuffed and creampied that pussy so many times, what do you have to be shy about...”
“That's seriously gross the way you say it!”
“More importantly, you're gonna rip that towel. Trying to cover both top and bottom with something that short means one side's always slipping.”
“Ugh... this is so annoying!”
A-yeon finally settled on a compromise, draping the towel to partially cover both her crotch and cleavage.
The bottom was precarious like a thong, and the top had flesh bulging out lewdly, but at least the key spots were hidden—so she figured that was good enough.
“Hmph!”
She shot me a pitiful look, then started combing through her hair with her fingers.
The sight of her tidying her damp locks was incredibly alluring.
“Don't stare like a pervert.”
“Your tone's a bit off, don't you think? You said you had something to say, so I came over myself.”
“You're just drunk and here to make a scene. I'll talk when you're sober, so leave already.”
“...”
Now she was even crossing her legs, coldly ignoring me.
She talked tough, but she had her cute side.
Regardless, I'd barged in mid-shower, so she could've gone to her room, gotten properly dressed, and come back out. Instead, she acted like it was no big deal, sitting here in just a towel.
That meant our intense physical relationship had become this comfortable for her.
Feeling a swell of pride, I spoke in a serious tone.
“A-yeon.”
“Stop calling me and just go.”
“Quit whining and look at me.”
“Ung?”
In that near-naked state, she'd grown so used to being next to me that tonight, she looked especially delicious.
“...Guess you've lost all shame around me now?”
“Ha, acting serious just to say that crap again.”
“But it's true. You didn't go to your room to get dressed—you just showed off like it was natural...”
“You told me to sit here out of nowhere!”
“I figured you'd change and come back out. But you just plopped down like that?”
“...”
A-yeon flushed beet red, embarrassed that she hadn't even thought about getting dressed.
“Means you're comfy showing me your naked body now, right? Or maybe deep down, you wanted me to see...”
“Sh-shut up!! Don't get the wrong idea! It was just a mistake... you surprised me, so don't read into it! How perverted do you have to be to twist everything like that... ugh, I'm done.”
“Haha, alright, calm down. Just teasing.”
“Hmph! Ungh!!”
She pouted hard and whipped her head away.
It was so cute I couldn't help but knead her shoulders, trying to sweet-talk her.
“D-don't touch me! Stop!”
“You seem mad, so I'm giving you a shoulder massage. Feel good? Nice and refreshing?”
“N... ngh... huu...”
She must like it... she wasn't rejecting the touch, even letting out soft moans as the knots unwound.
Of course, kneading her silky shoulders felt great for me too—win-win.
“A-yeon? So, what'd you want to talk about? I'm sober now—spill it.”
“Ngh... huut... oh, that? I heard from Secretary Sis that Shasha sent an ad inquiry...”
Shasha?
Shasha was a women's clothing brand riding high on surging stocks lately.
With a young demographic, it had a stylish, sophisticated image—premium and far from tacky.
For reference, they'd advertised with our station before. Not knowing idols well, they'd asked me for model recommendations. The one I suggested matched their clothes perfectly, boosting sales—so recently, they'd placed another ad and asked for more recs.
“Yeah. Shasha saw results from last time, so they're going big again next month or so. Why?”
“I heard they're still looking for an ad model... that true?”
“Yep. They asked me to recommend someone—an idol who fits their image.”
“R-really?!”
“Hm?”
A-yeon, usually so prickly, lit up at the mention of the Shasha model gig.
Her lips curved up, her face brightening—she clearly wanted it bad.
No wonder she'd reached out first for once...
“You're being obvious. Is this 'talk' about getting me to recommend you?”
“N-not exactly asking for it...!”
“Alright, I'll pick someone else then.”
“Wha?! N-no... ngh... hiiing...”
Too proud to beg outright, but too unwilling to give up, she just whined pathetically...
Did she even know how adorable she was right now?
Made me want to bite her...
Our interests aligned, so I started laying the groundwork gently.
“Sigh... but thinking about it, Shasha might suit you better after all...?”
“R-right?! See, that spot's perfect for m— ”
“Nah. There's someone even better suited, so her instead...”
“Wh-who?! Who's more perfect than me?!”
“Heh, you really want it bad, huh, A-yeon? Be honest. Why Shasha? Tell me, and I'll hook you up.”
As I spoke, A-yeon twisted fully toward me during the massage, putting on a determined face.
She placed her hands on her chest and opened up.
“I've worn Shasha clothes exclusively ever since way before they blew up—back in middle school, I think? Their looks hooked me instantly. Flashy but not over-the-top, kinda... beautiful? It felt like wings for a pretty queen like me. Perfect fit.”
A-yeon casually boasted with her sky-high self-esteem and kept going.
“So I've always wanted to model for them someday. Never done solo clothing gigs, just waiting for a chance. When I heard about their ad, I figured I'd talk to you.”
“Hmm... I see.”
Honestly, Shasha's flashy beauty vibe suited A-yeon perfectly.
She might've said it herself, but she had that regal, radiant prettiness, and her figure was model perfection—no contest. Using her would double the ad's impact.
The 'better idol' bit was a bluff anyway, so if I just picked her now...
“Nope, not you!”
“?! Why not!!!”
But nothing in life is free.
I wanted sex right now.
Hardcore sex with A-yeon.
I pictured the toys in my bag and flashed a lecherous grin.
“If you really want it, that is...”