Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Black Desire
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It felt like a short time had passed, but I'd been through a hell of a lot.
First, I'd caught Rize's ace, Harang, screwing Shin Jae-hyun. Then, on impulse, I'd tasted her pussy juices. And finally, I'd watched him retrieve the hidden camera footage he'd set up.
I worried for a second that maybe I'd been caught on it too—after all, I'd been lying on that sofa in the warehouse from the start. But judging by the camera's size and angle, I figured I was in the clear. It only captured the floor where those two were banging away.
No wonder that bastard Shin Jae-hyun insisted on that spot.
Anyway...
'Guess I got all the sleep I need.'
I'd come to catch a quick nap out of exhaustion, but after witnessing that steamy scene, I was wide awake now.
Screw it. Might as well head over to the sound stage recording site.
I'd always been obsessed with idols, and I loved watching their performances. Getting front-row seats as station director was its own kind of bliss.
But when I got up from the sofa, my feet wouldn't budge.
A massive erection.
It was straining so hard against my pants zipper, it felt like it might rip right through.
Harang had such a killer body... I wanted to grope her tits and slather my spit all over her.
And despite her bitchy attitude, her face was pretty and cute as hell. No doubt she'd be a fantastic fuck.
"Hoo..."
Come to think of it, when was the last time I'd had sex?
I had to rewind my memory pretty far to remember.
My last lay was with my girlfriend four years ago... I thought she was this sweet, innocent 20-year-old who'd just graduated high school.
Until I found out she was cheating with some rich guy for designer bags.
That bitch had some serious hips on her. Walking together, we'd get old ladies saying, "What a fine young lady—you'll have babies like clockwork~."
Wonder what she's up to now. A barely-out-of-high-school girl hooking up with moneybags? Probably spreading her legs wide for stacks of cash like a whore.
At least she's got a pretty face, so she'll charge top dollar, that slut.
'......'
Thinking back on it stirred up old emotions without me realizing. As someone with my position now, I really shouldn't dwell on that crap...
Whatever. Let it go. I've come way too far for that.
Recalling the betrayal deflated my boner right away.
I headed straight up to the third-floor stage studio, where I spotted An PD monitoring from in front of the screens.
"An PD, everything going smoothly?"
"Oh? Ah, Station Director. Of course, no issues here~."
An PD spotted me and shook my hand enthusiastically, welcoming me like a hero.
"Just here to chill and watch some idols, so don't mind me—keep working."
"Got it. With the boss watching, I'll have to hustle."
"A pro like you could half-ass it and it'd still air great."
"Hahaha! Oh, here they come. Rize."
At his words, I turned my gaze to the stage.
Rize, the girl group—all six of them in cheerleader outfits, slim and sexy, lined up and waiting for the music to start.
And right in the center, as expected, was Harang.
"Harang, I love youuu!!!"
Suddenly, a shout erupted from the audience.
Before the performance started, they could cheer freely since organized chants were only for the actual show.
It came from Rize's fan section, and Harang's cheers drowned out everyone else's by a mile.
The center and top member, huh? Impressive.
But damn, this feels awkward. I'd just seen that girl's tits and pussy color up close.
I'm a saint compared to her, though. Shin Jae-hyun creampied her and filmed it.
"This song's concept is pure girls cheering on first love."
"Pfft."
"...?"
"Sorry. The fans' cheers cracked me up."
"Haha, well, Rize isn't some no-name group."
An PD, noticing I was there, explained the concept—and I couldn't help but snort.
The girl who got laid out on a dirty warehouse floor and creampied by raw dick playing pure first-love sweetheart? Center stage? It was straight-up black comedy.
-La la la la~
The music finally kicked in.
It was supposed to be a fresh, innocent melody fitting the first-love theme, but it kept sounding lewd to me.
Driving me nuts—watching Harang dance hard just kept overlaying her naked body from earlier.
And imagining that cum inside her sloshing around with every hip shake, soaking her womb...
Shit, getting hard again. Better look at someone else. This group has solid visuals across the board—plenty of side dishes.
Averting my eyes from Harang, one girl immediately hooked me.
'Whoa, what's with her... My shoulders are aching already.'
The girl I was admiring was Sihyun, Rize's glamour rep.
I'd thought her tits looked huge in photos, but seeing them bounce up close during the dance? Total chaos.
They were so massive, the tight tank top was struggling to contain them, and her short skirt kept flashing the ass cheek spilling out of her boy shorts.
Is her agency pushing her body for viral hype on purpose?
"Heh, sharp eye as always, Station Director. In Rize, after Harang, it's her. Even for big tits only, Harang can't compete."
An PD caught where I was looking and chimed in crudely.
"An PD, come on, 'big tits' is a bit much, haha..."
"My bad, that was rude. I know you're a gentleman."
"But yeah, Sihyun's got an amazing figure."
"Huh? You know her name."
"Of course. You think I made NSS the idol hub for nothing? I'm a huge fan—know most idols inside out."
"Kyah, young blood! Let's grab a bite sometime. I know a great spot."
"Pardon? Oh, sure, sounds good, haha."
Probably inviting me to eat. Kinda out of left field, but okay.
"By the way, did Rize piss you off or something? You've never meddled in bookings before."
"Ah, that one."
I nodded toward someone.
"Harang?"
"Yeah. She ordered me to empty her trash like I'm the help. Fine, she didn't know who I was, but her attitude? Total bitch. Slamming doors, attitude problems. Can't have trash like that on our air."
Plus another charge: deceiving fans.
As a fellow idol stan—still one, even—this was a capital offense.
Go take a load of dude cum before standing in front of your fans.
"Must've been bad if it's coming from you. Makes sense, though—her agency's spoiled her rotten. Princess complex. They never work her."
"Huh? Never work her?"
"You know..."
"?"
"Ahem... Never mind. Song's over. Perfect timing. I was gonna tell them no more appearances next week, but with you here? Should be fun. Heh."
"Yeah, let's."
The song wrapped, and Rize's stage ended.
They waved to their fans, threw hearts, flirted shamelessly as they exited.
Clueless about the axe coming down.
"Hey, Rize! Get over here."
An PD and I headed backstage, and he barked at them.
"One, two, three."
"Great work, PD!"
The leader counted off, and they bowed in perfect unison—disciplined as hell.
Huh. She can bend that waist so politely, huh.
"Save the thanks. You're off starting next week."
"...Pardon?!"
"No 'pardon.' Say 'yes, sir.'"
"P-PD, you're joking, right? Why all of a sudden? This doesn't make sense."
"Yunji, you've grown a lot, huh? Being leader doesn't mean forgetting your place."
"No, I... that's..."
Rize's leader Yunji stepped up as rep and started sniffling after the slapdown.
The shock smeared her heavy mascara.
Probably not tears from the chew-out—more like losing Music In Us slots.
The others' eyes widened, whispering among themselves, faces falling.
And that's when it happened. Harang's eyes met mine. Hers shook with confusion,
"PD! Great work. Oh, Station Director's here too. Hello, sir!"
Just then, who I assumed was their agency rep rushed up and bowed 90 degrees to me.
"Hey, Kim Manager. Get the story from them and rest up. Station Director, shall we?"
"Yeah. Harang? Grab some manners on your break. That vicious glare, the tone, slamming doors. Way more memorable than your song."
Then we turned and walked off.
Harang's final look tugged at my lips—her delicate lashes trembling wildly, fidgeting like a scared puppy.
Fingers twitching like she debated grabbing my arm and begging. Too late for that.
Using invisible power to crush them like this... First time. Is this what power feels like?
Without realizing, my hands were in my pockets, and something dark and writhing bubbled up in my chest... Thrilling as hell.
*
I thanked An PD vaguely, told him good work, and left the studio.
Seen all there was to see.
As I exited, I caught faint yelling—sounded like that Kim Manager who'd bowed to me.
Something like "#@$$#! You bitch!"...
'This is fun.'
One word from me, and someone's enforcing it, another's in crisis, and even bystanders suffer.
Shouldn't be fun, but damn, it's satisfying.
Still, that's enough. Scare 'em a bit, then let Rize keep performing.
Grinning slyly to myself, I stepped back into the hall and spotted a guy and a girl.
Faces I knew well. From a few days ago. Faces I wanted to see again.
'Ce...Ceria...'
Ceria's leader and my fave, Sua. Next to her, the agency's chief manager.
Rize can keep coming.