Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: I Became a Station Director Receiving Sexual Services
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A-yul's pretty face was clouded with gloom.
It wasn't just gloomy—it bordered on despair.
Like a condemned prisoner awaiting execution, A-yul clasped her hands politely together and waited for the verdict.
But it was a song devoid of even the faintest sliver of hope, as if she knew it was futile.
And sure enough, the other trainees watching her were filled with sympathy and worry.
How's this going to air on the broadcast?
Just imagining it was a disaster.
Captions popping up like "Nervous trainee Min A-yul struggles," followed by her disastrously off-key singing that didn't even finish.
And to top it all off, that utterly despairing expression.
Places like the communities—especially the fluid, spicy Mafdu Gallery—would roast her mercilessly.
But even I couldn't say, "Don't air that crap."
From the viewers' perspective, every bit of it was entertainment gold. As station director, I couldn't just cut it.
Besides, that was basically all of A-yul's screen time so far. Axing it would be a total wipeout.
More than anything, "pushing" someone meant giving them more footage and framing their best moments positively. That was the limit.
"Sigh..."
Thinking that way, I let out an involuntary sigh.
It felt like the team I was rooting for had gotten utterly crushed.
I figured I needed to help her relax again, but hell, I wasn't her mom—how was I supposed to do that?
From her standpoint, she already saw me as a sleazy, corrupt director. What a headache.
"Alright, we'll now announce the rankings."
While I was lost in thought, the results came in.
She'd probably land in the lowest tier, the absolute bottom class.
"Min A-yul, Tier 6."
"...Thank you."
No surprises there.
Tiers ran from 1 to 6, with 6 being dead last, and classes divided by tier for training.
A-yul's face showed she'd expected it, resigned. She bowed once and returned to her seat.
"Next up..."
The next trainee prepared the stage, but my eyes were elsewhere.
Following A-yul with my gaze, I saw a nearby trainee she'd barely spoken to offering her some comfort. How pitiful she must look.
Yeah, make some friends first and ease into it step by step.
That flop was just psychological. Her skills were top-notch originally, so next time would be fine.
Then A-yul seemed to sense my stare and looked toward me beyond the camera.
Our eyes met across the void. When I grinned happily, her cheeks flushed bright red—whoosh!—and she dropped her gaze to her skirt hem.
Not stopping there, she placed both hands on her thighs, clenched her fists tight, and trembled from her crotch down.
'Oh ho...'
Her reaction looked just like a woman who'd lost her virginity the night before.
A man who knew the color of her areolas and the feel of her tits. That's what I was to A-yul.
Hell, I was the only one who'd plunged deep into her pussy, squelch-squelch, and flooded her womb with baby batter.
Remembering those lewd memories from our bed romp, color returned to her pale face.
There it is. Found it. The way to loosen A-yul up.
Watching her flush like that had my dick throbbing already, so I averted my eyes and locked onto another girl.
Yoo A-yeon. A-yeon stared at me coldly, her snow-white hair evoking icy eyes.
Well, "stared" only for a split second—then she whipped her head away, ignoring me.
The flick of her hair felt like a taunt.
Acting all cold and haughty? Makes conquering her all the sweeter...
Tsk.
I instinctively licked my lips and scanned for other idols who'd tasted my cum firsthand.
And there they were—a pair of absolute sluts catching my eye.
Sihyun and Da-hyun.
Oddly, they were sitting side by side.
Not like they were close before, though. Just happened to end up together.
But seeing two girls I'd pounded raw framed perfectly together made me oddly pleased.
And up close, their combo was killer.
Fresh blonde and fiery red locks that seemed to burn.
Both wore these man-eating smiles constantly. Sihyun's sparkled with cheerful allure, while Da-hyun oozed raw sex appeal without shame.
Either way, they were the type guys wanted to rip tits off and fuck senseless.
Recalling their tits and tight pussies, I suddenly felt both spot me at once.
With Mafdu filming, no overt signals, just intense stares.
Of the two piercing me, Sihyun winked at me.
Wink♡
The naughty gesture she reserved for the guy maxed out on her affection meter.
She even tossed in a beaming smile as a bonus.
And beside her, Da-hyun showed me something too.
She stuck out her tongue, licking from left corner to right, slow and slutty, savoring it.
What, begging for cum?
Anyway, both pulling that shit at once? Any man would die happy...
Harem life rocks. Grinning like an idiot... damn, my dick...
I shut my eyes briefly, picturing a clear ocean with dolphins swimming to kill the boner.
Opening them, Sihyun and Da-hyun were wide-eyed, whispering furiously.
From context, they'd realized they were both chasing the same guy and were comparing notes.
Once they pieced it together, they clasped hands, giggled, and started flirting like schoolgirls messing around at the back of class.
From their gestures—something about "this big" and "pounded so good."
Safe bet: swapping post-fuck reviews and critiques.
Focus on the shoot, you two... Eh, better than A-yul's zombie act. At least they're relaxed and smirking.
Next time, I'll make their wombs explode. Get ready.
"Cut! We'll pause here—30-minute break, then back in. Stick to the schedule!"
"Yes—!"
Right on cue, break time. An PD called it.
Long recordings needed healing breaks midway.
Cameras off, trainees stretched sore muscles, chatted with friends, or just chilled.
Among them, A-yul headed alone to the bathroom, trotting down the hall.
I followed.
End of the corridor—a spot with doors to the bathroom and stairs only.
Reaching it, I snatched her wrist and pulled her along.
"Wh-what...?!"
I kicked open the door to the stairwell—walk-up stairs between floors—and shoved her in.
No one used these with elevators around. Private, cozy spot for just us.
"What the hell? You scared me!"
"I'm the one shocked. What was that singing disaster?"
"..."
A-yul pouted, refusing to answer.
"Your face was so frozen, zero fresh charm. Not a hint."
"But... I was too nervous..."
"Why? Singing in front of people? You've busked plenty, no issue. Camera and lights?"
"...You get it."
"Hah... Fine, evaluation's done. But from now on, relax and show your pretty side. So far, your footage is just that corpse face and trash song. That's it. You want that on air?"
"I want to smile, but the others act natural around gear, like pros. Makes me feel behind, pressured... I don't know! I just shake!"
"Think of who got you here! You think I tossed you in to tremble?!"
"Anyone'd think you did me a favor. After taking my body...!"
"..."
True enough. Lost for words.
A-yul ground her teeth, recalling her virginity as payment.
"Right, not free. So I owe you responsibility. Can't just dump you in this alien setup and bail—that'd piss you off."
"What're you gonna do...?"
"I'll fix your nerves."
"No thanks. I'll overcome it. How would you...?"
"Listen. Found something earlier. Turn around, hands up like you're stretching—arms high."
"...?"
A-yul sulked but complied, expecting some folk remedy.
Not wrong. A-yul-exclusive therapy.
I moved fast, pressing behind her in a back hug.
Then reached forward and grabbed something.
Squish♡!
"?! Eek!"
Missed that feel—firm and springy as ever.
While I sniffed her scent greedily, she thrashed to escape my hold.
"You're insane?! Let go, you perverted psycho director!"
"Hold still! It's for you!"
"Freak!"
Squish-squish♡♡!
I kneaded her tits like dough.
The frozen A-yul was gone—now just the one heating up from tit-squeezing.
Getting groped pissed her off good. Finally, the real A-yul.
Satisfaction swelled in me for solving it; my grip tightened.
Aah... A-yul's tits are the best...!
Plenty of break time left.