Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: I Became the Station Director Receiving Sexual Favors
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"Sit down first!"
That made my heart race.
The step I had taken to leave froze in place.
Yoo A-yeon bit down hard on her lip.
Her white, flawless face burned bright red.
It was the backlash from grabbing—with her own hands—the man who had clearly planned to walk out unless she gave him a handjob.
She had even yanked tightly on his sleeve, holding him with such affection.
It felt like a silent plea: I'll jerk you off with this hand, so don't go.
Reading her mind, I unzipped my pants.
"What are you doing?! Why are you unzipping...!"
"Got it. Understood."
I didn't stop at the zipper. I unbuckled my belt and yanked my pants right off.
"Kyaa! Put it back on! What are you doing!"
"A-yeon said to take them off."
"When did I say that?! Ahh!"
Yoo A-yeon slapped her palms over her eyes and played a solo game of hide-and-seek.
I'd stripped everything off because just unzipping would've been awkward for a handjob...
"Wasn't it to sit down and give me a handjob?"
I boldly voiced that mortifying question.
"Can't we talk without stooping to that cheap crap?!"
Of course! No room for debate.
"Sigh, A-yeon. You heard the call earlier, right? There are tons of girls out there ready to spread their pussies for me. This is me cutting you a huge break. Own up to your fugitive status..."
"Fugitive..."
Yoo A-yeon mulled over the word. It fit her situation perfectly.
She was starting to grasp it, so I hammered it home.
"Yes, fugitive. The moment you spilled your whole story, I became the one holding all the cards. Even so, out of respect for your pride, I was settling for a simple handjob. If that's still too much, whatever... just let me pull my pants up. My junk's getting cold."
I threw down my final ultimatum. Dragging this out was frustrating me too.
If she pushed back more, I'd really bail.
But luckily, I didn't have to wait long.
"Just... once. Only once...? If I do it, you'll hook me up, promise...!"
Her voice dripped with defeat.
She even stuck out her pinky finger.
That adorable gesture nearly had me grabbing her face for a kiss.
Our secretive, depraved contract was sealed with a pure pinky swear from childhood.
"Of course."
Firm promise made, I stripped off my underwear too.
My already rock-hard cock sprang free, waving hello at Yoo A-yeon.
"Eek!!"
She clapped a hand over her mouth, blushing furiously.
"How is it? Your thoughts...?"
"It's freaky! Obviously way too big, veins bulging... Kyaa! How am I supposed to..."
She lavished it with over-the-top praise, flustered beyond words.
Just its presence had shut up a top-tier idol's mouth... As expected of my massive cock.
Gazing at her tenderly, I said,
"Come on...! Milk me with your hand. A-yeon. Since you're doing it, make it thorough!"
"Ugh... Fine, quit whining..."
With that, her hand crept toward my cock and wrapped around the shaft.
Ooh... Her hand overlapping my monstrous erection... So warm and gentle... Soft yet clumsy, like a virgin's...
Wait, like a virgin's?!
I watched her reaction and bucked my hips a little.
A courtship wiggle, begging her to stroke.
"Hoo... Ugh... Doesn't fit in one hand... So hot and hard... What is this... How'd I end up... Haa, seriously...!"
Unlike her grumpy mutters, the handjob was surprisingly weak.
Random pistoning that didn't follow the shaft's texture at all.
Like handling some brand-new toy for the first time.
"A-yeon? By chance... first time seeing a cock?"
"Shut up and cum already..."
"Shaking it so half-assed and sloppy—how's that gonna feel good? Your arm'll give out first."
"This stupid brute's so damn picky...!"
"Answer! I'll help based on it! Ever touched a cock before?"
"Argh, obviously not—zero guy experience means first time with this embarrassing thing!"
At 22... With that city-girl beauty, never even touched by a man...?
Girls like Yoo A-yeon must've had hot male idols swarming her, yet she swatted them all away, staying fresh and virginal... No way.
"That face... How'd you last 22 years...?"
"I told you! Idols stick to their role! Idol and guys? That's a total... Kyaa! What're you doing?! Let go!"
"A-yeon... Nah, dropping formalities. A-yeon-ah... First cock, huh? So clumsy. I'll guide you right..."
"I'll do it myself, please!"
"Hold still. Gotta learn to grip and stroke so I cum quick."
"...Haa."
A-yeon fully gave in and let me guide her.
Her face was still a mess of shame, shock, and embarrassment, but way more compliant now.
Like coaching a golf newbie on grip and swing power, I dove into detailed handjob lessons.
"See, not just grabbing randomly—cradle the cock in your palm, wrap from underneath. Good, just like that."
"Hoo... Hng..."
"Stroking? Pinch around the glans ridge... Focus here... Wanna try?"
"Hng..."
A-yeon had real talent with cocks.
I figured she was just huffing and teasing me, but nope—she nailed it.
(I'd only sketched the basics and pulled back.)
"Urgh...! Nice. Yeah, that. Feel it. Your long fingers cling perfectly... Soft skin, hot body temp mixing... Mimicking pussy so well..."
"Please shut up and take it? Ah... Arm hurts already... Heavy thing..."
"Nah... Ejaculation needs communication... Hoo..."
Hm... Good, yeah, but...
Her warm hand gripping tight without gaps, her body jiggling with each stroke—fresh scent hitting my nose—all great, but something nagged.
Right—if mimicking pussy, fake the flooding juices too!
"A-yeon. Doing great, but this pace'll take forever."
"Hoo... Yes?! Trying hard—don't rush!"
"Lemme explain. Cock pistoning smooth in pussy usually needs..."
"Conclusion only!"
"Spit thick saliva on it for lube and stroke? Smoother, feels way better..."
"No! Gross!"
"Your loss. Dry rub kills the vibe for cumming..."
Verbally teased, she narrowed her eyes in a glare.
Even glaring, those sharp, pretty folds just looked elegantly gorgeous...
Oh, handjob plus her stunning looks? Hornier already, gonna blow sooner.
I held her gaze, admiring the doe eyes under thin lashes. Mesmerizing.
Craved her faint body scent, so I leaned in.
Distance closed; breaths brushed lips.
"...! Hoo!"
Eye contact held seconds, then her face crumpled, eyes fleeing.
Breaths deepened; damp eyes flicked back, then dodged again.
Coercive setup or not, her primal female instincts leaked through.
"Hm? What was that just now?"
"Nothing! Too close, startled me...!"
"Why? Shy seeing me up close? Can't hold my gaze?"
"Told you, startled! Cum already, geez!"
Scared her reactions might scream confession, she rushed to comply.
Mouth aimed straight down at cock, dripping viscous saliva drops.
Her thick spit from deep inside slicked it up, soaking deep into glans ridges for lewd squelches.
"Ooh... Hear that? Lewd sound—way better, right?"
She stayed silent.
Eyes down, locked on cock, stroking with fierce determination to wring out my load.
This sleek beauty comforting my cock, begging me to cum...
Fucking hot...
I twisted fully to face her.
Cock targeted her naturally; clueless, she tilted her head.
"Wanna see your face proper while receiving. That gorgeous face... Urgh! Milked like this, gonna cum soon..."
Stroked her silky hair.
"Ugh... Hooo...! Smooth talk's wasted—cum! Hn! Ha-ut...! Haa... Tired now!"
"Gotcha... Really close... Shake more lovingly!"
"Big strokes this time—so cum!"
A-yeon kneading my cock, begging... Urgh!
Jolts of pleasure racing down my spine! Body shuddering...!
"Hoo! Urgh!! Cumming... Here it cuuums!!"
At my limit, I groaned and unleashed like a howitzer.
"Kyaa!!! Where are you shooting that.. Kyaa!!!!"
Ignoring her scream, I drained every last drop...
"Ugh... What is this... Night-bloom scent... Nasty... Sticky... Damn... Seriously..."
Aaah... Plan perfect...
A-yeon glazed in my cum...
A top idol drenched, squirming...
Best. Handjob. Ever...
Panting raggedly, I basked in ecstasy.