Chapter 81
Chapter 81
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 81
Chapter Title: Don't Go There
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Don't go there.
The club interior pulsed with mindless EDM beats and thick cigarette smoke, where men and women, barely dressed, chugged booze while grinding against each other.
A club drenched in lust, thick and heavy.
And in the deepest part of that club—only accessible to insiders, right near the back door reserved for staff—there was a VIP room.
Inside that heavily secured room, meant for people who couldn't afford to be seen entering the club, Paia Enter's CEO Hwang was talking with a sleazy-looking man named Ma In-uk.
Or rather, it was closer to intimidation than a conversation.
"CEO Hwang! I told you to sweet-talk that Yoo A-yeon bitch into coming, and you couldn't manage it once? Then you end up kicking her out? Fuck, I don't want this shit anymore!"
"I'm sorry... But the money's more than enough..."
"It's not about the money—we can't get it because it's scarce. You're getting soft these days, CEO Hwang. Should we just end our dealings?"
I couldn't bear to watch Ma In-uk any longer.
There was no greater despair for CEO Hwang than this.
"No, hear me out! Whether she wasn't close with the other members or just had ironclad professionalism... Even when the members tried to drag her out at night saying let's hang, she kept dodging, saying idols need to manage their private lives. What could I do? I can't just knock her out and bring her by force!"
"Excuses are bullshit. Then you should've tried harder to make it happen! Should I just cut off your supply because it's hard for me to get stock too?"
"N-no, please... anything but that...!"
As befitting a CEO of a major agency, CEO Hwang's wealth was like a goldmine.
Ma In-uk knew there were no better customers than this, but in their relationship, Ma In-uk held absolute power.
You could tell just from how he spat out casual speech mixed with barbs, but beyond that, CEO Hwang was already his dog.
After the police crackdown on drugs, the remaining dealers in this scene were rare, and addicts treated their suppliers like lords.
And CEO Hwang was one of those sunk deep in the swamp.
Very deep.
"Ugh, that bitch looked the tastiest, damn... fucking hell."
Ma In-uk swallowed dryly, regretting never laying eyes on Yoo A-yeon in person.
"But she kept mouthing off about neglecting the members' management, and worse, she was suspicious about their weird condition, so I was scared it'd blow back on us and just kicked her out... We can't get caught..."
"Sigh, yeah, I get that. What kind of CEO can't handle one little idol slut under him and misses out on Yoo A-yeon... Tsk, disappointing, but hey, the other members ain't bad either. Right, boys?"
Ma In-uk grinned wickedly and asked his closest underlings.
"Yes, boss!!"
Ma In-uk, the shadowy overlord running several of Gangnam's most depraved, exclusive clubs.
And as you might guess, those clubs were so closed-off because of the secret, hedonistic dealings that only happened there.
Squelch... squelch... squelch♡
"Mmph...! Ngh...!!!"
"Kuh... this slut's gotten so good at taking it herself now!"
"Hey, let me use her mouth a bit."
"The guy balls-deep in her pussy's greedy, huh..."
"You two move aside. My turn to pound."
"Wait... I'm about to blow... Hey, aren't we creampieing her too much?"
"She'll handle it. Besides, if she gets knocked up, that's hot in its own way. Famous girl group member, pregnant with no clue who the dad is. Kekeke!!"
"True that. Ngh! Min-ah? Big bro's gonna fill you up nice!!!"
Her soft, curvaceous lips had a cock shoved in them.
It was a mouth that suited her cute dimples perfectly, but now it was filthy beyond belief.
The plump breasts fans always wondered about had long been stripped bare, kneaded roughly like they might burst in the trash's hands.
Her pussy entrance, which shouldn't open easily, had become a used-up rag, stretched loose as it could go.
Ma In-uk's three loyal thugs, with him since his street vending days, were devouring their prized reward.
"Hngh...! Hmph...! Pwah... haaah!!! Heeeek!!! Haaang...! More... more... moooore!!!!"
Even after plenty of loads, the woman wailed with grotesque moans. She was like someone mad with lust.
Madness that made her cute side ponytail meaningless.
And the star of this show was Premist's member Ji-min, clearly getting gangbanged senseless, yet lost in ecstasy, craving more thick, hard cock in her lower mouth.
The drinks she'd had were laced with impure drugs—perfectly paired with dizzying orgasms to fry her brain. Decadently so, ruining her so ordinary climaxes would never satisfy again.
Ma In-uk, watching it all with great satisfaction, spoke up.
"Aw, our Min-ah's loving it to death. Kekeke!! Oh yeah, CEO Hwang, you know this? Min-ah came crawling to us on her own begging for drugs now?"
"...Yeah."
"The ones you kept supplying drugs to? Now we can fuck 'em easy without you. Kekeke..."
"...! No way... They're Premist members! I handed over my agency's star products to you. You promised not to cut ties if I did!"
"Aigoo, look at Mr. Big Shot fumbling... Anyone'd think I broke the deal. As you said, the Premist members were part of it. But one went missing? The most important piece!"
BAM!
Was Ma In-uk that obsessed with tasting Yoo A-yeon? He slammed the table hard.
And fearing it might end their fun, CEO Hwang hurriedly spoke.
"W-wait! I might get a chance to bring Yoo A-yeon!"
"CEO Hwang, you're blurting in panic?"
"No, trust me! We put out a ton of articles making it look like we got backstabbed!"
"? What're you on about."
"To wrap things up nicely, I'll use a farewell party excuse to set up drinks with the members and CEO. If I pull back the bad articles and say nice things publicly, she'll play along to smooth things over, right?"
"Oh ho..."
"Spike her drink a few sips, and she'll beg for drugs like the others. Then I've kept the original promise... And the drugs too..."
"As expected of CEO Hwang, kekeke! If that works, we'll freeze prices for you and keep the supply coming~"
"For real? Really? Heh... hehehehe...!!"
Smiles spread across CEO Hwang and Ma In-uk's faces, their laughter filling the room for a while.
*
A few days passed. Yet the reactions remained vicious.
The fire Paia Enter had started had spread wide.
Yoo A-yeon, once so wildly popular, was starting to lose ground heavily in the online communities.
It was only natural, really.
Thanks to Paia Enter's smear campaign, all of Premist's fans had become Yoo A-yeon's enemies.
No matter that Yoo A-yeon had been a Premist member—and a popular one at that—with the "betrayer" label slapped on her, she couldn't escape the fury of Premist fans.
Even the general public, not big on idols, piled on the outrage.
Those hooked by the articles truly believed Yoo A-yeon was ditching her old agency and group, using her fame to dominate the survival show, snag a push from our network, and easily re-debut as a soloist.
A selfish bitch betraying her teammates to execute her solo glory plan.
It was narrative catnip for keyboard warriors.
"Hm... hmm..."
"What's up, Director? You look uneasy."
PD Kim, beside me, asked.
For reference, PD Kim and I were in Mafdu's exclusive dorm monitoring room.
Now that Mafdu was in full swing, trainees wore matching training uniforms with rank tags on their nameplates and lived mostly in the Mafdu dorms.
A roughly three-month camp life starting from episode 2.
Cameras everywhere captured their training, practice, and daily lives for broadcast.
This was prime footage material, letting trainees showcase their grind to the public—the real survival kickoff.
That's why variety expert PD Kim was directing, managing, and supervising here.
I'd just dropped by to meet Yoo A-yeon.
"All the talk about Yoo A-yeon. How's her mental holding up, in your view?"
"I was worried too, but she looks fine on the surface? Trainers say she's participating just like the others."
"Good to hear. Makes sense—she's got nothing left but this, so she'll grit it out."
"Yeah. Oh, since you wanted to see Yoo A-yeon privately, I told her to come to the meeting room in 10. Time to head over?"
"Ah, yeah. Keep up the good work, PD Kim."
"Yep~"
I exchanged brief goodbyes with PD Kim and left the monitoring room.
During personal time in camp, they'd be resting or catching up on practice.
Sorry to steal Yoo A-yeon's time, but it was crucial, so I'd called her aside.
I entered the "meeting room"—just a table and two chairs.
A quiet spot for trainees to talk privately with the production team.
Perfect for one-on-one chats.
After sitting a few minutes, Yoo A-yeon entered, her white hair swaying.
Knowing I'd summoned her, her face was already tense.
"Hey, A-yeon. Long time no see. Well, not that long."
"A-yeon? Since when are we that close? Feels gross. If you're mistaking my handjob for us being buddies, fix the nickname?"
She was hurt. After seeing my dick and cum up close...
Made sense. To A-yeon, I was the guy who forced a handjob under the guise of Mafdu appearance.
Thinking back, she'd been cold even during episode 1 filming when our eyes met.
Still, I wouldn't back down—I'd keep calling her A-yeon fondly. 'Cause I wanna fuck... er, get close.
"I call all Mafdu trainees that way. Anyone on my show gets the friendly treatment. Don't read into it."
"Hmph."
Seems A-yeon was still holding that cum-on-hand-and-face incident against me.
"So why'd you call? I was practicing."
A-yeon spoke like get to the point.
Not that I doubted her—no lie, her smooth skin gleamed brighter than usual, proof she was grinding hard.
Moaning in bed, I'd get to see that glow on her naked body...
No, focus.
"Paia Enter's coming at you hard. You okay?"
"Petty of them after kicking me out... but whatever."
"Your public opinion's pretty..."
"Bad, I know. Branded a traitor now. But why? You're not telling me to quit over the controversy, right?"
Her sharp glare as she spat it out.
After that handjob, her eyes screamed "you wouldn't, would you?"
Haughty and proud—like Ah-yul a bit. But Ah-yul had that cute charm.
This one's pure ice...
But melting her later would taste that much sweeter.
I got to the point.
"Nah, not that. Episode 1 airs soon, online voting starts—things might not go as planned with fewer votes for you. Think you can make debut group?"
"Those articles'll come down soon anyway. Paia even agreed to say nice things."
"Why? You reconciling?"
"Got a call, actually. Said they went too far, end's too sour—wanna meet members and CEO for drinks, like a farewell party. Then pull articles and apologize publicly."
"Hm... so that's their play."
"? What do you mean?"
There was a reason I'd been watching Yoo A-yeon closely these past days.
When PD An got sued for assaulting an idol, a prosecutor who'd taken sex bribes and flipped it to false accusation started sniffing around entertainment for drugs—ambitious guy.
He'd shared bits with me lately, asked questions too, building a bit of rapport. In that, Paia Enter came up in cross-checks.
From what I'd heard from well-connected folks in broadcasting: Paia's CEO Hwang was acting weird lately.
Sometimes staff saw him in his office dazed like he was high; other times, jittery and berating like a fiend. Totally druggie vibes.
Prosecutor flagged him tracing a specific crew, started an investigation.
I had Jin-seong dig a little too, and uncovered shocking details.
"Don't go to that."
"What? Trying to screw me over with some new scheme?"
"No. For your sake—cut all ties with Paia Enter."
"Pass. But spill. Why?"
"CEO Hwang and Premist members... seem into drugs."
".....?"
A-yeon's eyes went wide at that.
The icy A-yeon turned to actual ice.