Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Became the Station Director Receiving Sexual Favors
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Yoo Ah-yeon's place was a spacious, clean three-room unit in a brand-new officetel.
It hadn't been long since she'd signed the lease, so things weren't fully unpacked yet. Judging by the furniture and interior decor she'd brought in, she seemed like the type who spent freely.
Her future might look uncertain, but she clearly had some savings tucked away.
Of course, she'd gotten a hefty settlement payout, so that made sense.
"Should I just set it down here?"
I was holding Yoo Ah-yeon's suitcases, one in each hand.
I'd used the excuse that our talk might drag on to get inside, but really, this was my way of testing just how far she was willing to go.
Right now, Yoo Ah-yeon was about to face retaliation from a major agency. No telling how long it'd last, but idols burn out fast like candles—step away from the spotlight even briefly, and people forget you in a heartbeat.
Especially in an era overflowing with distractions.
"Yeah, just leave it there. I'll sort it out later. So, um..."
Yoo Ah-yeon fidgeted awkwardly.
She kept glancing around, her glossy silver hair swaying and scattering whiffs of perfume and shampoo everywhere.
Sniff sniff... so fragrant. It had this pheromone-like pull that stirred something primal in a guy.
Plus, knowing I'd caught her scent in her own place where she lived alone? It was getting me a little worked up.
While I entertained those dirty thoughts, Yoo Ah-yeon just stood there frozen.
She even laced her fingers together, clearly racking her brain for what to say next.
This wasn't getting anywhere.
Frustrated, I spoke up.
"Mind if I sit?"
I'm about to get hard over here.
"Oh, y-yeah, of course. Have a seat on the sofa. Can I get you something to drink...?"
"No, I'm good. Ah-yeon, why don't you sit here too."
I patted the spot right next to me.
We barely knew each other, but I straight-up told her to plop down beside me.
Ah, damn—I'd subconsciously slipped into sexual-favors mode.
I tried to backpedal, but her butt beat me to it.
Plop.
The sofa dipped beside me.
To play it off like I hadn't meant anything by it, I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead.
But damn, sitting this close, her smooth skin's scent wafted up teasingly.
From the corner of my eye, her miniskirt had ridden up high on her thighs from sitting—practically exposing everything.
Ahh... how is this happening? Is heaven testing me?
I reined myself in and spoke first.
"At first, I thought you'd applied to Mapdu on a whim—just to keep your face out there until you found a new agency after leaving Premist for whatever reason. But hearing your story... honestly, you might be more desperate than any other contestant."
"Yeah... Peya Entertainment's going to block my comeback however they can, and I'm already 22. Drag my feet even a little, and I'll hit mid-20s—twilight years for an idol. Then it's just scraping by on minor gigs until I fade away. My old members and the Peya crew would snicker behind my back. Haah..."
Her hands clenched on her lap.
It felt like she was so wronged and furious she couldn't even sleep.
Speaking of Peya Entertainment... hmm.
There'd been some nasty rumors floating around the industry lately. Seeing how they handled things, they might actually be true.
From what she'd said, they should've sided with her and cleaned up their member management. Why ditch someone as level-headed as Yoo Ah-yeon?
Not that it's confirmed—moving on.
Peya wasn't my problem anyway. The silver-haired beauty right in front of me was.
"I heard your story, but... I don't think we can fit you on the show. Sorry."
"?! W-why not?!"
"We might know you're serious because of your backstory, but viewers won't. It undercuts the immersion and ranking drama we talked about earlier—the fun factor suffers."
"Ah... please... I beg you, Director. There has to be..."
"Don't worry too much. You're Yoo Ah-yeon—you'll land on your feet somehow. Next time there's a good variety slot or something... Ah, first things first, find a new agency. Hope you do soon."
I'd basically salted her wounds, like I hadn't heard a word she'd said. Not trying to tease, just rattling her.
To get my hands on that pale, soft skin...
"Hm?"
That's when it happened.
My pocket buzzed.
I pulled out my phone—An PD.
Of all the timings...
I stepped away briefly to take the call.
"One sec, got a call. Yeah, An PD."
"Hey, Director! You hungry for some girl tonight by any chance?"
What the hell?
Worried the conversation might leak, I glanced at Yoo Ah-yeon.
She sat there all dejected like a sad puppy, staring blankly at the floor.
Her hair had slipped forward from behind her ear—pure tragic heroine vibes.
Jackpot. I kept talking to An PD.
"An PD, what're you on about all of a sudden?"
"You know that girl group Unics? Their agency's sending trainees to Mapdu, wants you to pick 'em and they'll hook you up with Unics members. Sound good?"
I flashed back to that time at An PD's place.
The Unics girls he'd been banging nonstop.
Makes sense—he treated them like his personal fuck dens, so he had connections with their agency.
But even with sexual favors, those trainees were kinda bland...
"Eh... not really impressed."
I said that while switching the phone from my right cheek to left.
Just adjusting my position, but...
Beep, beep.
"Huh? What was that? An PD? You there?"
"They're loose, sure, but once you try 'em, you'll love it. Pick their trainee, and you can have whichever Unics members you want—pussy 24/7. Think about it, Director! Filming's right around the corner! Hahaha!"
Shit.
Ahh... crap, how'd this happen?
Switching the phone had accidentally hit speaker.
An PD's already loud voice boomed through the speaker—and straight into Yoo Ah-yeon's ears.
"Huh...?"
She heard it all.
"An PD, enough. Seriously, I don't take that stuff! We've only got one spot left, and that trainee's got no appeal. Hanging up."
"Got it. Shame you can't be Unics members' brother-in-law through their holes, but alright, Director!"
Crazy bastard... of all times... ugh.
No, my fault. I hit speaker by mistake.
"Ahem... uh..."
I cleared my throat awkwardly and sat back down next to her.
Whoosh—
Yoo Ah-yeon scooted way over...
"Sorry you had to hear that... You probably don't know since you're from a big agency, but it's win-win, no victims? Anyway, it's common behind the scenes... Forget it!"
What was I even saying?
Caught red-handed in embarrassment, my face burned hot.
Wonder how she's looking at me now.
All that talk about viewers, but really rejecting her for sexual favors? Perfect setup for misunderstanding.
How do I clear this up...
"...I knew about it."
"...Huh?"
"I had a friend prepping to debut as an idol with me. We were tight since kids, talked all the time. One day, her agency told her to entertain a PD. Tiny agency that needed that kinda lobbying to survive."
"..."
I listened quietly to her touching tale.
"Guess she did it. Called me drunk and sobbing about it. That's how she's still active in her group. Could disband any day, but she's keeping it going with her body. So yeah, shocking, but not outside what I figured."
Yoo Ah-yeon spoke more calmly than expected.
Her eyes looked sad, full of resentment, but she seemed resigned to the dirty reality.
That pretty face pulling off that wistful look... now I felt guilty.
"Ah-yeon, but I swear on everything—this time, my reasons for passing on you are 100% real. Not because of any favors. Got it?"
"But Director, sounds like you do take them sometimes."
"What? No way. I don't do that crap."
"Kinda disappointing. With that tall, handsome face... sigh."
"What? What're you saying? I don't take favors! You just heard me turn it down!"
Embarrassed into a corner, I snapped and lied outright.
In Korea, the loudest voice wins anyway.
Yeah, better than admitting it. Wasn't caught in the act.
"You really don't...?"
"No! What do you take me for...!"
"..."
"..."
Awkward silence stretched.
Our faces flushed a bit; neither knew who should speak first.
I broke first.
"Anyway, Ah-yeon, keep that in mind, and let's meet again for a better shot. I'll head out now..."
"Is there really no way...?"
Her eyes welled up as she grabbed my sleeve, looking lost and tousling her own hair, fretting over her impending doom.
I ignored her, openly admiring her now fully exposed thighs.
So plump and dewy—bet they'd glide smooth under my hand like polishing glass...
Wanna squeeze 'em and sniff my fingers after...
Wonder what her scent's like...
"That desperate, huh?"
"Yes, of course... a top-tier spot like this means nothing to me now..."
Thud!
"Eek?!"
"Still that desperate...? Even if I keep kneading like this...?"
Squeeze squeeze♡
I stared into Yoo Ah-yeon's weary eyes as I said it.
Just moments ago, I'd sworn no favors—then proved myself a liar.
What a thigh lie detector.
Anyway, she tried shoving my hand off her thigh at first but stopped.
Process was messy, but the result? Perfect.
She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered.
"Hng...! Th-thighs only... just thighs, okay...? You have to keep your promise... hnn..."