Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Live Peep on the Idols' Secret Hookup
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"Oppa, that's sensitive... Ahh!"
*Squirt!*
"Harang loves it when you rub her clit like that, huh? You're squirting like crazy."
...
Normally, I'd be enjoying a sweet nap right about now, but how the hell did things end up like this?
I was just watching quietly, not wanting to interrupt their steamy, secret affair.
Really... I was just being polite and not interrupting.
"Heuung..."
"Look how wet you are."
*Plop!*
"Kyaa!"
"Whoa? If you moan too loud, people outside will hear. You wanna flash your pussy to the station staff?"
"But oppas fingers are so thick and deep..."
Right now, Harang was getting finger-fucked with just her panties off from her cheerleader-concept stage outfit.
Actually, looking closer, her tits were fully exposed now too, pink nipples sparkling under the emergency lights.
Hard to tell with clothes on, but her breasts were plump and full, nipples perked up like they were begging to be sucked.
Even in the faint glow of those lights, her pale, curvaceous body was stunningly beautiful.
And atop it all, those firm tits, with perfectly sized areolas and nipples—one word to sum it up... Fuck, I wanna suck 'em dry.
As I smacked my lips, the fingering continued.
*Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!*
"Hnnnggh!!!"
She was desperately clamping her mouth shut to stifle her moans, but it looked less fragile and more downright slutty.
From what I overheard earlier, she had to go on stage in 30 minutes—which meant facing fans in 30 minutes flat.
It was a pre-recording, but a few lucky fanclub winners were allowed in the studio, probably already seated and hyped up for cheers.
Clueless that their favorite idol was getting railed right here.
*Squelch-squelch-squelch!*
"Hiiing!!!!"
*Squiiiirt!!*
"Heh, you're turning this storeroom into a swimming pool."
Tell me about it—how wild does he have to finger her to make her gush like that?
I thought those squirting scenes in porn were fake as hell.
Harang was spraying pussy juice everywhere from her soaked pink hole like a busted faucet.
Blocked by his fingers, it didn't shoot straight—instead splashing every which way... even a drop hit my cheek.
'What the fuck...'
This bitch Harang had me empty her trash earlier today and now splashes pussy juice on my face. Two strikes of rudeness.
But...
*Lick.*
Tart. But not as bad as I thought.
I'll let this one slide.
"Ah, Jae-hyun oppa, I'm short on time. Hurry up."
Jae-hyun? Shin Jae-hyun?
I peered closely at the guy's face when I heard the name.
Yup. Handsome at a glance, face rings a bell—it's that prick.
Shin Jae-hyun, peaked with boy group Golden Day, now solo after disbandment, still riding high as the former main vocal.
We'd crossed paths once, but no fond memories.
- Nice to meet you. I'm NSS Station Director Kim Han-seo.
- Oh, hey Director! Jae-hyun, this is the Director. Say hi.
- Huh? Oh, sure, whatever.
- Jae-hyun, greet him properly.
- We're the same age anyway, right? And dude, do I look like the type? Fuck that politeness shit.
Then he shoved his hands in his pockets and stormed off like he owned the place.
His manager apologized profusely, but that rudeness still burned in my mind.
If not for his fame, I'd have axed that asshole...
*Rustle-rustle.*
While I reminisced, Shin Jae-hyun had already dropped his pants and boxers, whipping out his dick.
"No time, so let's make it quick?"
"Yeah."
*Thud-thud.*
Despite saying quick, he teased her pussy lips with his dick, prepping it.
'What the...? Wait, that prick...'
I narrowed my eyes, focusing.
No way I saw wrong—that size. Shin Jae-hyun's got a micro-dick?
Couldn't even get fully hard, just slapping Harang's pussy helplessly. Looked like he was forcing it up.
All that macho posturing, and he's got ED on top of a tiny prick?
Pfft, nearly burst out laughing.
His popularity came from that deep, manly voice in his tough-guy concept, but his actual manhood was limp and pathetic.
Rumors he swaps girls often? Maybe they dump him after bedroom flops.
"Oppa, you gonna put it in?"
"Hold on. There. In it goes."
"Okay... ♡ Can't wait."
Excited for that shrimp dick? She was laid back legs spread, so couldn't see it straight-on. First time banging, maybe?
*Shluck.*
"Ngh... Harang's pussy is so wet and hot—it slid right in!"
"...?"
*Plap-plap.*
"Hoo, wow... Harang, you're fucking delicious."
"Uh... yeah, thanks..."
"Lemme suck those tits too."
*Smack-smack.*
"Ebebeb..."
Shin Jae-hyun panted raggedly, thrusting his hips while gnawing her tits, flicking nipples with his tongue. But despite his frenzy, Harang's face was calm as a still pond.
"......"
*Smooch-smooch! Ha, how's that? Feels good, right?"
"Uh... yeah. So good, oppa. Harder! Deeper—like you're piercing my womb!"
The front half was bullshit; only the back was real.
Not enjoying it—just blinking like she was numb.
Dick too weak, so she's begging for harder to feel something. Not from arousal.
"Heh, got it. Don't moan too loud. Here I gooo!"
*Slap-slap!*
Shin Jae-hyun ramped up, his thighs slapping her raised ones with friction.
"Hahk... Hahk!!"
"......."
"No need to hold back. Nobody comes here anyway."
"Ung..."
He was grinding thighs together like mad.
Sweat beading down his back, thighs slick—splashing with every thrust.
"Ahng. Ang."
Even buried to the hilt, she's moaning dry as dust. How little does it take to feel nothing?
And how's Harang an idol with that acting? Shin Jae-hyun not noticing makes him a total moron.
"Ngh! Cumming... gonna cum!!!"
"Eh... what?"
"Grk!!"
*Twitch-twitch.*
His ass clenched tight, dumping a load in her pussy.
Total time... about 2 minutes.
"Hoo... Harang, how was it? Better than your exes, right?"
"......."
"What? Did you pass out? Why so quiet?"
"Yeah, oppa was amazing. But you done already?"
"Why? Still hungry? Wanna go again?"
Again? You'd last 4 minutes tops, dumbass.
Bet that's what Harang was thinking.
"Nah, gotta go."
She sat up, pulling off his dick.
Caught a glimpse of her face—eyebrow twitching, lips curled like she'd seen something ridiculous.
Shin Jae-hyun oblivious, of course.
"Cum not leaking? Shot too much, huh? Haha."
"It's fine."
He pulled up his pants like an idiot.
Fucking moron—not much to leak, no pregnancy risk even without pills.
Look at Harang—stood right up post-creampie, no white goo between thighs, just traces of earlier squirt.
His dick couldn't even outdo fingers.
She hid her grimace, wiping her pussy with tissue.
Barely any cum—just sticky juice.
Easy cleanup for her.
Damn, I watched the whole thing undetected.
Practically right next door. Three steps away, tops.
I was lounging on the sofa; they were on the floor below—perfect downward view.
Blanket-covered me looked like piled junk in the dim unlit storeroom. Lucky break.
Only regret? Shin Jae-hyun the quick-shot cut the idol sex show way too short.
"Oppa, I'm off. See you next time... for more."
She almost said "fuck again" but switched vibes quick.
Makes sense—better to masturbate than that limp dick. Still, "see you" means she wants to keep him as a boyfriend option?
True, Shin Jae-hyun's loaded, successful, handsome—minus the micro quick-shot dick, decent catch.
...Or not?
"Cool, nail your stage. Next time, oppa'll take you to a hotel and fuck you to Hong Kong."
"Yeah..."
Harang slipped out the storeroom door. Shin Jae-hyun followed...
"Wonder if it filmed okay?"
Or not.
Instead, he muttered weirdly, rummaging the top shelf of a four-tier rack.
From the pile of unused broadcast gear...
"Nice, crystal clear quality. Great angle."
A mini camera.