Chapter 76
Chapter 76
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: I Became the Station Director Receiving Sexual Services
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Ayul, innocently deceived by my words to lift her arm and turn around, futilely thrust her breasts right into my hands.
Too late, she tried to lower her arm to cover them, but that only wedged my arm between her armpit and side. Her tits were already getting mauled.
The Mafdu outfit was a pink blouse on top and a white tennis skirt below.
With just a single thin layer of fabric on, there was no bulky material dulling the sensation. Perfect.
"Let go! I said let go!"
If I let go just because she told me to, sexual desire wouldn't be one of humanity's top three instincts.
My hands clung to Ayul's tits like glue, kneading the doughy flesh to my heart's content.
"Hold still. Or do you want to feel my hands some more?"
"Is that why you told me to lift my arm...? This is sexual harassment! You want me to scream?!"
"Go ahead and scream. We'll both end up at the police station, right? Naturally, you'd get kicked off Mafdu too. Oh no, dropping out mid-first episode filming means they can't even air the show, and poof—your debut dreams shatter on the spot."
"Hngh! Hnng... You're such a coward... Still using the same dirty tricks...!"
"You're the coward for tempting me with these cock-hardening tits!"
Squish squish♡!!
I spewed ridiculous excuses while groping Ayul wildly.
She knew full well she was at a disadvantage right now.
That's why she tested the waters instead of screaming right away.
Smart girl. Yeah, hold out and endure to seize this golden opportunity.
I've already seized your tits, that is.
Squeeze—squeeze—!
"Hnnngh!!"
"Feels good? Already getting into it?"
"Like hell it does!! What if someone comes?! Let go already! Isn't this enough?! Hngh!"
"It's fine. Hardly anyone uses these stairs. Plus, we'd hear footsteps long before anyone shows up, so relax and let me have those tits."
"No... No...!"
I loved it. Absolutely loved it.
Not content with just devouring her tits from behind, I started grinding my bulging crotch—thanks to my raging hard-on—against Ayul's ass.
Plump yet with that deep, sucked-in hip line... The volume was impossible to hide even under her skirt.
A little more... stronger stimulation...
Using the protrusion of my erect cock, I subtly bent my knees to hike up her skirt.
Now the sharp tip of my pants crotch was rubbing against Ayul's panties.
Rub rub♡♡
"Hik!! Don't... don't do it... please... not even here..."
"I'm just trying to loosen you up since you were so tense. Be a good girl and offer up that body, heh..."
Letting out a wicked chuckle, I buried my nose in Ayul's nape and sniffed deeply.
Her scent swirled inside my nostrils.
Just a faint whiff of cosmetics, mostly her natural body smell.
Guess her agency's too broke for proper makeup products.
Come to think of it, the other girls came back from their agency's salon shops with full makeovers. Ayul just had basic cheap stuff—BB cream and some mascara.
Idol trainees get glammed up at agency-tied salons, so we didn't have the broadcast makeup team on standby. Should've made an exception for Ayul...
A mix of guilt and pity welled up inside me.
Grope grope♡ grope grope♡!!
So I gripped her tits even harder, pouring out my love.
Sniff—sniff—!! Ptoo...
I savored Ayul's pure, innocent scent, letting it fill my nose thickly.
So fresh, fragrant, and soft...
It's like her smooth skin was bottled in that smell... Amazing...
Just sniffing her body odor had my mind going hazy.
I craved her inner flesh—the softness that rolled with my body in bed.
And the way was right there.
The hand kneading her tits started unbuttoning her blouse from the top, one by one.
"Hngh..♡! No! Don't... please don't strip me..."
Lick—♡
"Haht♡!!"
One lick on her nape and her mouth snapped shut.
"Behave. Or should I strip your panties and fuck you raw?"
"Please... please, anything but that...!"
"Then behave."
Having planted the fear of a rough pounding, I kept stripping her.
The buttons from her neck were easy at first.
A few clicks, and her body scent wafted out.
But the ones sealing in her tits were tight. Had to be careful.
Yanking them would make the buttons pop—the tits were bulging that much.
To make space in the button gaps, I gathered both tits toward the center.
"Hngh! Hnng..♡! Kngghhh..."
Ayul's shallow moans pierced my ears, her moist breath hitting my hands.
Probably intense from mashing her cleavage so hard.
I pressed those massive tits together to loosen the buttons, popping them free one by one.
Peeling off the blouse revealed a white bra.
Actually, her fresh, creamy skin stole the show more.
"Ayul's skin... still so damn lickable."
"What now?!"
"Gonna suck 'em."
I spun Ayul around to face me, then yanked down the bra cups holding her bountiful titflesh.
Her twin mounds jiggled massively, tempting me.
"Hngh—!! No!!"
Ayul covered her nipples with her arms, but I grabbed them and pulled them away.
Then I dove in, sucking her nipples sloppily.
Slurp♡ Smmph—♡ Smooch♡!
"Kyaa! Nooo...! I don't want my body dirtied in a place like this... please stop... nooo...!"
Ayul rejected the nipple-sucking with words and body alike.
She pulled back, her captured arms flailed in futile resistance, even confessing her crumbling pride.
But physiological reactions are unavoidable, huh.
The nipple I was slurping had hardened into a stiff peak, perfect for twirling on my tongue tip.
"Mmmph.. So fucking tasty.. Heh, slurp smmph!"
Ignoring how sticky it'd feel when she dressed later, I slobbered messily all over her tits.
Sucking a protesting girl's tits in the wrong place felt so taboo, but that thrill turned straight to arousal.
I guided Ayul's held arm down to my crotch.
She tensed and resisted, but it was just a pitiful bird flapping—couldn't stop her hand from landing on my cock.
Smmph♡ Pop♡!
Finally, one big suck and release on the nipple let out a whoosh, and the tit I'd been mauling bounced once before settling.
"Here, not jerking me off or anything... just touch it. Stroke it...!"
"No... no...! Sniffle, how did I end up like this with trash like you... hn... hnnng...!"
Hm? What's this? Crying?
"Whoa? Hey, hold on."
Hearing the choked sobs, I quickly released her hands and checked Ayul's face.
The pallor from Mafdu filming was gone; now her cheeks and eyes were flushed red.
And those eyes, brimming with tears ready to spill.
Just moments ago, I'd been ravaging her tits—now I was flustered, gripping her shoulders comfortingly and soothing her.
"Drip! Drip! Sorry. I went too far with the joke, huh?"
"Hn... hnnng.. What joke... after doing trash like this...!"
"But you're relaxed now, right? Color's back in your face, and your cold hands and feet are warming up."
"That's... true, but... nooo... I hate it now... my body's dirtied, it hurts...! Hn... hnaaaang..."
"Whoa?"
Ayul didn't wail loudly, but her body heaved as she started sobbing pitifully.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. I wiped frantically with my hands, but it was no use.
Tears clung to her long, thin lashes, giving her that unmistakable "I've been crying" look.
This is bad. Filming resumes soon. Can't have her like this.
I'd planned to brush it off as a playful tension-reliever tit grope, but I got too horny and overdid it.
I reflected deeply and apologized.
"Ayul, I'm sorry. I won't do it. Promise. No more."
"Liar... another lie..."
"No, trust me. I won't touch your body without permission anymore! So stop crying. Filming starts back up soon. Cut it out!"
"Hn... hnnng.. Sniffle. Hnng..."
No sign of stopping... Any ideas?
I personally readjusted her bra and buttoned her blouse while speaking.
"Keep crying and I'll just yank your panties down and creampie you right here."
"..! Hnngh...!"
"Whoa whoa, kidding! Total joke!"
Ah, wrong move.
Afterward, Ayul sniffled for a few more minutes, but after I patted her back, promised no more harassment or teasing during Mafdu, and swore to help her debut with all I had, she finally stopped crying.
"Ayul, if anyone asks why you were crying..."
"Say the Station Director sexually harassed me...? No, you want me to say I messed up the song earlier?"
"Yeah, like I said before—no making trouble for each other. Got it?"
"...Yes. I need to debut here no matter what... But! You promised?! No more touching my body..."
"Got it, I won't."
I knew I'd gone too far with this prank, so I put out the fire.
What was I thinking, dragging a mentally fragile Ayul to a place like this and sucking her nipples...? Sigh...
More importantly, what now? Her tear tracks and disheveled look are so pitiful and heartrending. Can't air her like this...
"Oh?"
Staring hard at Ayul, a brilliant idea hit me.
So far in Mafdu, Ayul's performance has been the worst. But this could change everything...?
"W-Why...?"
"You're so damn cute... Nearly stopped my heart."
Ayul blushed at the sudden confession.
"What...! What are you planning now?!"
"No, don't touch your face. Film just like that."
"But I cried... I need to wash my face at least..."
"No no, do as I say. That's how you'll get fans. Got it?"
"....? Uh... yeah, okay..."
Post-cry Ayul stirred protective instincts like never before.
The tear smudges around her big eyes looked pretty instead, sparkling in harmony with her thick lashes.
Her reddened eyes tugged at the heartstrings with desperate appeal.
Her disarrayed hair revealed a dizzying nape and collarbone.
Like flower petals wet with dew, maybe. A transcendent charm that entranced.
Girls who look prettier crying—remember thinking the same last time she cried in bed.
Cute doesn't cover it; she's lovable too.
Exaggerating a bit, guys would line up to die for her.
A face too precious to lose—the perfect mask to redeem her earlier flubs.