Chapter 82
Chapter 82
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: Actually, Just Building Up to Spread Her Legs
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"Your company CEO and the Premist members... they’re all on drugs."
A-yeon froze at those words.
She seemed to mull over that sudden statement, which was way outside the realm of normal, chewing it over in her head.
I knew she didn’t trust me, but was this too out-of-left-field for her? She actually looked calmer than I expected.
The motionless A-yeon finally let out a flat chuckle.
"Ha... haha... That’s a new one. What’s the point of fooling me like this...?"
"Yeah, what would I even gain by lying about something like this?"
"Hmph, obvious, isn’t it? Once I make nice with Peya Entertainment and shake off all the bad press about me, I’ll be right on track for debut. You’re trying to sabotage that, right?"
"You think I want you far from debut? Me? Why?"
"So you can make me do more of your dirty deeds. Rigging votes, hogging screen time—you’re just trying to bait me into it!"
Good lord, how’d she figure that out? Half right, half wrong.
I do want to make her do dirty things, but not like she thinks.
Hell, who am I even doing this for, spilling the beans? And she sees me as total scum.
I put on a slightly hurt expression.
"Come on, A-yeon, do I really seem like that much of a scumbag to you? Vote tampering... jeez..."
"You are a scumbag! You knew I was fighting with Peya and this was my last shot, so you made me..."
"Jerk you off?"
"Yeah! That disgusting thing! As if I’d believe a guy like you..."
"Believe me. It’s for your own good."
"That makes no sense... Why would CEO Hwang and my unnies do drugs? They’ve got everything. They’re not idiots."
Surprisingly, some loyalty lingered.
Even after fighting with the agency, she still called her old CEO "CEO" with respect. The members, too.
"You think people who get into drugs have nothing to lose and are just dumb? Nah, they get bored with what they’ve got, chase new thrills, and fall into that crap."
"Okay, fine. CEO Hwang... he does love his parties and chasing pleasures, so maybe. But the unnies..."
"A-yeon, didn’t you say your members were wild—dating around, hitting clubs all the time?"
"...Yeah."
"Never got a weird vibe from them?"
"..."
A-yeon’s face grew gloomier by the second.
Even after clashing with the agency, she still held her old teammates dear.
Makes sense. Premist was a top-tier girl group; all those memories of climbing together would come flooding back.
But me? I figured those girls had already crossed the point of no return.
"Weird... yeah, but it was just late nights partying and drinking! Probably!"
"Probably, huh... But what’s this about dating?"
"Th-that... no reason I should tell you..."
"It’s important. This is about saving you, too. Honestly, you’re reacting like this because deep down, you know it’s heavy."
"Ugh... Fine... They were popping morning-after pills a lot... And you absolutely can’t tell anyone!"
"Of course. But they invited you out plenty, right?"
"Yeah... I don’t drink, and idols shouldn’t be clubbing at night, so I never went..."
"Smart girl. Really smart. You dodged a bullet."
"Hate hearing that from you, Director! Are you interrogating me or what?!"
A-yeon sounded exasperated, almost anxious.
The situation must feel chaotic and suffocating.
To ease it—and because I didn’t want to drag it out—I cut to the chase.
"Remember when you first noticed them acting off? Probably after CEO Hwang took them somewhere."
"...!! How’d you..."
A-yeon’s face twisted in a mix of anxiety and worry, no mask in sight.
"Knew it. Figures that’s how it went. Tsk tsk."
I pictured Premist’s three members—minus A-yeon—offered a silent prayer, then continued.
"Just tell me everything you remember in detail. Then I’ll show you something convincing."
"..."
A-yeon eyed me skeptically, but the wariness had eased.
"Sigh... Last time, CEO said we’d worked hard and bought us fancy drinks, tried to take us out. I don’t drink anyway, and I was feeling off, so I skipped. But after that night, the others acted thirsty—like parched—and got way more reckless. Looking back, it got worse; they started ditching the dorms at night way more often."
I sorted through her words, then summed up the grim truth.
"Putting it together: CEO Hwang got hooked on drugs, became a slave to some dealer. The dealer wanted to bang Premist, so he made Hwang lure them out, spiked their drinks, got them addicted step by step, then threw drug-fueled sex parties that turned your members into wrecks. That’s the deal."
"!! Shut up! Don’t say that crap! No way that bullshit scenario is real...!"
I pulled a few photos from my pocket and laid them on the desk.
Snagged from the prosecutor’s tip, then had Jin-sung dig into Hwang for more.
A-yeon snatched them up, peering close. Her pupils dilated; she clapped a hand over her mouth.
I watched quietly as the weight sank in.
"Ha, haa... Wh-who are these guys...?"
She pointed to one photo.
It showed the three Premist members in a dingy alley, propped up by thug-looking dudes as they piled into a car.
Propped up, my ass—they were groping the girls’ chests like squeezing fruit, full-on assault.
The members, drugged out, were so wrecked their limp waists were obvious even in pics.
"Dunno... Drug crew, probably."
"Ha... What do I do... This can’t... Unnies..."
A-yeon’s eyes shook; tears welled up, rims reddening.
Even she could see my story held water now.
For reference, the shots included Hwang and Premist entering a shady club’s back door, the gropers burning syringes in the alley, and all that.
Back door to a members-only club, torching syringes you wouldn’t need inside, members looking more hallucinated than drunk.
Didn’t know exactly what went down, but the scandal vibes were off the charts.
"Sniff... hic... Where’d you get these...?"
"Prosecutor buddy asked if I’d heard weird entertainment rumors about Peya. Felt off, so I had a guy who specializes in this dig. Hwang was bad enough, but your members too? Blew my mind."
"So that means..."
Tears streamed from A-yeon’s eyes; her voice quivered hard.
"Yeah, prosecutor’s already sniffing. Cops’ll bust ’em soon. I came to tip you off early—lucky timing. If you’d gone to that ‘farewell party’ bullshit, you’d be in it too..."
Drugged drinks and gangbanged, I muttered inwardly.
Talk about perfect timing.
One day later, and A-yeon would’ve been spiked and passed around.
"So skip that farewell crap. Betrayer frame? This is leagues worse—don’t go."
"Okay... But why tell me?"
"Knowing this and not warning someone involved? Duh. You think I’m some cartoon villain?"
"...Sniff. Thanks. For telling me... Still... sniff... kinda scummy."
"..."
Cute.
Sticking to her pride even now.
"Sorry about the handjob thing. But get this: Peya? Premist? Honestly, didn’t give a damn. Would’ve let it slide when the prosecutor mentioned it. But it involved you, so I had to know. Phew... Dodged a bullet. Close call."
Damn right.
I wanted that virgin cherry for myself.
Not some filthy criminal thugs drooling over it.
I glanced at A-yeon’s pretty face.
"..."
Listening quietly, A-yeon’s cheeks flushed crimson.
Not from crying—something warmed her heart.
So adorable, my hand drifted to pat her head before I knew it.
Stroke, stroke—
A-yeon squeezed her eyes shut, savoring the touch.
Still more to say, but I held back for her sake.
No direct tie, but when Hwang and Premist’s drug bust blows up, sparks’ll fly her way.
She was in the group a month ago; investigators won’t skip her.
And the public’s imagination runs wild...
[Yoo A-yeon Summoned for Drug Investigation]
One headline like that, and they’ll spin novels.
Plenty of ammo to boot her from Mafdu, then...
‘That soft spot between her thighs...’
I licked my lips, smirking lewdly.
I’m trash.