Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: My Producer
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Even today, the sunlight that had risen high in the sky warmly bathed the bed.
Under that light, Ayul's tits glistened sparklingly.
Her milky white skin already made them look so bright, like they had some kind of filter on—radiant and glowing.
"Hng... Hng... Nyaang..."
Ayul, whose crotch I'd ravaged all night, was sleeping deeply, oblivious to the world.
From midway through, she'd gone limp like a ragdoll, barely moving like a corpse, but her determination was impressive. The second sex ended, her hands trembled as she popped the morning-after pill and even filled out the My Producer profile before passing out flat.
But now it was time to wake from her sweet dreams.
I shook Ayul, who was clutching the pillow tightly in her sleep.
"Ayul. Ayul. Time to get up."
"Hmmm... Uuung...!"
Surprisingly, she seemed to be the type who hated mornings, getting grumpy and trying to stay in dreamland.
I had to head out soon myself.
My life was tied to work schedules, so mornings weren't free for me.
"Ayul?"
I kneaded her breasts.
Squish squish♡
"Huuuung...!"
Still not waking up.
So this is what it felt like when moms woke their kids up back in the day.
She'd probably be up by the time I finished washing.
I headed to the bathroom and stood under the shower.
Just kneading her tits a bit had made my dick twitch again.
Probably because those tits I'd groped earlier were so damn arousing.
I shampooed my hair with warm water and washed my cock, which had pounded through her pussy all the way to her womb's entrance last night.
Scrub scrub—
It reeked of sticky, lewd scents. A testament to how thoroughly I'd stirred her insides.
Ayul's pussy probably smelled like night-blooming flowers right now.
Since she'd passed out without washing after I creampied her, my scent must have seeped perfectly into every fold of her vaginal walls.
"Heh..."
A grin escaped me from the sheer sense of conquest.
Sexual favors life—pure bliss.
It was a great experience, not just fucking idols but even the dreamers chasing that dream.
So, who should I fuck next?
I didn't ponder long.
After showering, I returned to the bedroom, and Ayul was still snoring away.
Dick was the ultimate wake-up call for women.
I got hard and approached her side.
"Ayul? Should I stick it in again?"
I brought my cock to her face, stroking her shoulders, stomach, and body all over as I asked.
"Hng? Uuuuum... Kyaa!!"
Ayul's eyes snapped open at the hideous thing right in front of her.
"Good, you're finally up. How hard did you pant last night that you wouldn't wake no matter how much I tried? Felt that good?"
"Like hell it did...! Sh... Shit...!"
Ayul glared at me like she wanted to kill me.
Memories of last night's ravaging flashed in her mind, and she couldn't hold back the anger—tears welled up again.
"What's wrong? I gave you the pill like promised, and you'll get your My Producer spot. I think we've got a great relationship going..."
I blatantly eyed her tits as I spoke.
Such big, pretty breasts, casting shadows underneath.
Tits so warm I wanted to suck them again even after devouring them last night...
"D-don't look...!!!!"
Unfortunately, Ayul covered herself with the pillow.
If she rubbed those tits and her body all over my usual sleeping pillow, leaving her scent everywhere...
'So fucking hot...'
Still naked, I had no hesitation.
I pounced on her.
"Kyaa!! Stop! We did plenty last night! Don't!"
"Forgot our deal? We're doing it again. Keep your promise with that pussy!"
"No! Hueeng... Nooo..."
Her crying face was familiar now—no guilt left.
I flipped her so her back was to me.
I grabbed her ass, which was pressed flat against the bed, lifted it, and aimed my cock.
I thrust into the pussy that had already fallen to me countless times.
Squish squish squish—!!!
"Hrrgh...!!!"
"Ah, feels good. If you spend the night with me, morning sex is mandatory! Got it, Ayul? Remember that next time and spread 'em yourself?"
"No... No... Why does it keep getting more... I won't be your fucktoy anymore... Hng♡!!"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch♡!!
"Fucktoy? I cherish the girls who give themselves to me! Gonna creampie you again! I'll pound it deep, Ayul?!"
"Huuuuk..."
Ayul squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for it to end.
Devouring her morning pussy, I drowned in pleasure, pounding away enthusiastically and filling her with another creampie.
"Haaang...♡ Hrrgggh...♡♡♡"
Might be my imagination, but at some point, Ayul started working her pussy sincerely, like she was enjoying it.
No way, but her face looked pretty lustful.
Anyway, immense bliss again.
"Heuk... Hng... Hek..."
Ayul was still panting, lost in the aftertaste of my cock.
I pulled out, quickly cleaned up, and prepared for work.
Prepping for work after fucking such a delicious girl—refreshing as hell.
"Ayul? I gotta go soon. When are you gonna wash up? Or do you want another round?"
Squish squish♡♡
I kneaded her tits as I asked.
"Hng... Get your... filthy... disgusting hands off... Hng! I'll wash at home, so get out of here quick..."
"Really? Not feeling sticky? With all that cum in your womb right now..."
"Just shut up!! I'll get dressed, so take me home..."
"Mm... Alright."
Afterward, Ayul wiped her pussy with tissues.
Her clumsy efforts made my dick twitch again, but I held back from jumping her.
How badly did she want to get home to skip washing here?
Shameless, but feeling a twinge of pity, I hurriedly drove her back to her place.
"Ayul, keep in touch and come to the station on the date I tell you."
I called out to her as she got out of the car.
Nod.
Ayul clearly didn't want to talk to me.
Shame, after all that sex.
"Mm... It's an interview format, so just do a song or dance you're confident in. You're good at singing, so sing. Just do okay. The moment you gave me that pussy, your spot was locked..."
"Agh, got it, so stop talking and go already!"
She spun around and headed inside.
Her cheeks flushed red—cute.
Let's keep seeing each other for a long time, Ayul.
A week passed, and the selection process for My Producer applicants began.
Nothing fancy—just a quick meet, check their dance and song. That's it.
Call it the entertainment industry style interview.
With so many applicants, seeing them all in one day meant keeping it simple.
We'd pick the ones who seemed like they'd get good reactions on air.
Big agency kids got free passes, of course.
Anyway, excited to see what raw gems applied, I started the interviews.
"I'm from MH Entertainment..."
"One cheer song from Lila..."
"As a 5-year trainee, this opportunity..."
Not impressive.
Idols need something that grabs eyes in an instant.
Make people feel like missing them would be a life regret, in a natural, effortless way that doesn't pressure.
"Hmm..."
But none had it. Yawn-worthy.
Still only a third in, but all mediocre.
No unique charm. Idols aren't just pretty faces pretending to be lively.
Someone might say I'm too picky since we're not debuting everyone.
But making the top 90 means potential member of Ceras, the girl group debuting via My Producer.
So we had to be strict.
"Director, not satisfied with any so far?"
An PD asked from beside me.
For reference, it was me, An PD, Kim PD, and department heads observing as interviewers.
"Yeah, just so-so. Honestly, these girls we've seen."
I tapped the stack of profiles from prior interviews and continued.
"Feel like third-tier groups hopping shows, forgotten before you know it."
"Haha, same as me. No standout features."
"I agree. But plenty left—let's watch."
Even Kim PD chimed in, aligning opinions.
Not just me—the PDs were bored too, so my take wasn't off.
Entertainment industry doomed? No talents to scout.
"Call the next one?"
"Yeah."
Secretary went to fetch, and someone entered.
Black hair swaying, gentle vibe suiting her perfectly.
Definitely different from the rookies before.
Expression, gestures, face, figure—all harmonized prettily, stealing glances instantly.
Aura that'd make you double-take even on the street.
Sua... entered the interview room, met my eyes once,
"Hello..! I'm Sua from Enric Entertainment."
and came in with flushed cheeks.
Ah... Nights pounding Sua flashed by, her clothes overlaying her naked body oddly.
The promise to fuck her if she appeared on My Producer naturally surfaced.
Gonna get hard...
I circled her profile big.
My body remembered her. That's what mattered most.