Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Escaping the Sinking Ship
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Da-hyun, with both her holes thoroughly wrecked, couldn't even close her mouth.
Her tongue was still lolling out, refusing to go back in.
Semen had been pumped deep into her ass and pussy, now leaking out in streams while she sobbed, and her body was splattered with even more of it. Cleaning up was going to take forever.
"Hngh...♡ Hoo... hoo... huuung...♡"
Hmm... the girl's completely lost it.
I'd callously showered alone and come out, and she was still in that state.
Did I go too hard on her? How many times did I cum, anyway? Four or five?
Recalling the fuck session, I'd blown loads in both her backdoor and front hole, then deliberately dirtied up her body with the rest.
I wanted to stage it like she'd been gangbanged, and damn if it didn't look convincing—like she'd been dragged into some back alley, passed around by a bunch of guys, and dumped.
Makes me hard again...
I barely suppressed my stirring cock and opened my mouth.
"Da-hyun? I gotta head out. You gonna clean up and wash by yourself?"
"Heuk...! Uu... still both holes at the same time... kyung kyung...♡♡"
Looks like her brain's pickled from the orgasms—no chance for normal conversation.
Her gaze was so unfocused, I wondered if she even heard me.
Half-lidded eyes staring into space, just letting out lewd noises... whatever, she'll figure it out and leave on her own.
"Da-hyun, stop shaking your thighs. Checkout's soon, so handle it yourself? I've got an appointment, so I'm heading out first."
I whispered right into her ear.
As I turned to go, I felt a tug on my sleeve.
Da-hyun weakly, shyly pulled at it.
"Cha... charter pussy...♡ you mean it, oppa...?♡ My pussy... only for oppa forever, free use..."
"Got it, got it. I'll slot you into My Producer—just survive to the end."
Mwah♡
"Hee hee hee..."
Da-hyun, who'd earned her spot with her pussy, closed her eyes blissfully at my kiss.
Well, yeah—getting her holes absolutely railed nonstop by my cock, no breaks, that was par for the course.
I roughly draped the blanket over her up to her neck and left the motel.
Of course, I extended the checkout time as a courtesy.
Whew... turning a girl into a total cum-soaked mess and walking out felt pretty damn satisfying.
"Feels refreshing..."
Sexual tension sorted—now it was time to get a little serious.
I called Yoo Ah-yeon.
This was the schedule after Da-hyun, maybe the most important thing on today's agenda.
"Hello?"
"Ah-yeon? It's Kim Han-seo, the station director you had the appointment with."
"Ah, yes. Hello."
"Yes, hello. Where should we meet? Somewhere without people, right?"
If you asked who the most popular girl group in the country was, Primist's name was unavoidable.
And as their ace, Yoo Ah-yeon had serious talent for drawing crowds on the street.
This was smack in the middle of Seoul, too. Cafes or restaurants? She'd get recognized for sure, so...
"Could we chat briefly in my car?"
"In the car...?"
"Yeah, wherever we go, people will spot you... Getting caught with a guy would be trouble. Especially right after leaving the group—fans are sensitive."
"Mm... sure, okay. But could you come to me, then?"
"Of course. On my way."
"Address is..."
Yoo Ah-yeon must've been thinking the same, agreeing to meet in the car.
Bringing her home felt off, and wandering outside was worse—this was best.
I drove straight to the address she gave; didn't take long.
Everything was fine up to there, but I couldn't help tilting my head at what she held.
Suitcase in one hand, another in the other.
What the...? Anyone'd think she was fleeing in a hurry.
"Wanted to say nice to meet you first, but... Ah-yeon, what's with all that?"
"Oh... agency told me to clear out of the dorm today. Sorry, bad timing. Mind if I... put them in the car?"
"Ah, yeah, yeah. Go ahead."
I gentlemanly opened the back door, and she grunted, loading both suitcases into the back seat.
I offered to help, but she insisted she could handle it herself—respected that.
For the record, this wasn't our first sighting. Just no real acquaintance.
As top-tier first-string idols hitting music shows and variety nonstop, she'd been around the station plenty—I'd have noticed as director.
But big-agency stars like her didn't do formal greetings to folks like me.
Oh, wait— we'd bumped into each other in hallways a few times, exchanged hellos.
That's it. So I didn't know her well.
But in this brief moment, she struck me as bold, opinionated, and sharp as hell.
She'd probably planned to have me come to her anyway, regardless of the car chat suggestion—for easy luggage moving.
"Thank you."
"No big deal. Hop in? Looks like you're heading somewhere—I'll drop you and we can talk My Producer."
"Whoa, really? Awesome, thank you!"
Pretending it wasn't her plan all along.
But that sly vibe was oddly intriguing.
Probably that elegance, that refined beauty radiating off her.
Glancing at her in the passenger seat, the aura was insane.
With her "White Queen" nickname—cringey as it was—fitting perfectly with that striking white hair, she was a knockout beauty.
Small face, nicely high nose. Long, sharp lashes shielding big eyes you didn't dare meet.
No cuteness, aloof as hell—but visuals that crushed it all anyway.
No wonder everyone's obsessed with Yoo Ah-yeon.
Hit me fresh, some inexplicable tension rising.
Is this what they mean by awestruck, speechless?
But lately, stunners like her were a dime a dozen around me.
No time to freeze up.
"Kicked out of the dorm means no renewal, heading home?"
"Yeah, here's the nav."
She briskly punched it in.
So damn calculated...
Was gonna play along anyway—makes it easy for me.
I eyed the navigation and hit the gas.
Silence stretched for a bit.
I focused on driving; Ah-yeon lost the staring contest and spoke first.
"Bet you were shocked I'd go on My Producer..?"
"You haven't yet."
"Ahaha, true. That's why you wanted to meet?"
"Yep."
Normally, she'd renew with the agency and keep rolling with Primist—the obvious path for a top-three girl group.
But sudden dropout a month ago. Reporters said "new challenge."
"New challenge" screams dodging the truth.
So, needed to check if she'd pulled some massive scandal or had a filthy past making the agency dump her.
No point grabbing hot-topic bait if it'd give me indigestion later.
"Not far to your place. Cutting straight to it: Primist's huge—top-three success. Why leave and split from the agency?"
"Just bailing before the ship sinks. Contract expired right on time. Plus, spotted a new continent called My Producer? Guess I'm lucky."
Hmm... loaded with metaphors, but boils down to: no dirt on her end?
"Care to elaborate?"
"Nope. Even post-dropout, they're still my teammates."
"Member issues, huh."
"....."
She whipped her head to stare out the window.
Didn't wanna say or hear it.
"Bullied? Internal beef?"
"Director, do I really need to spill this?"
"Need to buy it. If you caused a huge scandal, got booted, and agency cut you loose—tough to put you on My Producer. We're pouring real effort into this at the station."
"Urgh..."
Her lips pouted like a sulky kid—far from her queen rep, more like a tomboy princess.
Strike when she's softened up.
"Don't wanna say? Fine, I'll imagine the worst..."
"Sigh... members keep screwing up. Happy?"
"Screwing up...?"
"Dating, smoking, clubbing, booze... You know Primist's six members? All five others do that crap—without me."
"....."
Primist-level idols pulling that? Bound to get caught...
Come to think of it, idol forums had tons of Primist sightings.
I'd dabbled in fandom, knew the rumors.
"Forget dispatch—even nobodies have photo proof. Agency's barely covering with deals... but it's temporary. They don't even know their place!"
Dating's the killer, at least...
Big agencies lose billions in market cap from one flagship idol dating.
Korea's stock market's insane, but still—five pairing off?
Peya Ent's in deep shit.
Couldn't even hold onto their one sane member, Yoo Ah-yeon.
"So you sized it up quick and jumped before sinking with 'em?"
"Yes. Idols can't do dating, booze, smokes, tats—ruins the dream we sell. Hedonistic crap like that... Ah, rambling. Anyway, I'm clean—no skeletons. Don't worry."
She flashed a bright, relieved smile.
"Oh, and I only spilled 'cause you came personally—don't tell a soul!"
"Of course. I'm the director—lips sealed."
"Hehe, okay. So I prep for My Producer?"
"Nah? Sorry, but there's a potentially bigger issue."
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She puffed her cheeks cutely, head tilted in question.