Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Shall We Release the Article?
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“Kuhuhu... Eat up even Yoo Ah-yeon's share! Kuhuk!”
“Kyaaak...! Haaak...♡!”
Splurt splurt splurt♡!!
Yoo Ah-yeon didn't answer Rep. Hwang's calls.
The promise that had seemed like a sure thing had suddenly fallen apart.
She claimed she wanted to focus on My Producer, but Rep. Hwang thought that was just an excuse.
But he had no idea what the real reason was.
Rather than worrying about that, it was more important to keep Main Uk in a good mood.
“Why the hell did that bitch suddenly bail? Fucking slut...!!”
“Well, Rep. Hwang, that's 'cause you're not up to the task, so we'll charge double the price from now on~ But we won't forget the credit for turning Freemist members into cumrags, so we'll hold off on cutting off supply.”
“Even so, double is a bit much...”
“? You know all the sellers got busted, right? Even the underground scene's running dry on white powder these days. And these bitches can't pay with their bodies like this, so you wanna haggle? Fuck it, maybe we should just cut ties. Anyway, these whores'll come crawling back to us on their own soon enough, kekeke...”
“No, no... Fine, double it is... So, just... give it to me quick...!!!”
“Kekeke, you're desperate, huh? Hang on, Rep. Hwang. Right now... fuuuck... gonna blow soon!!!”
Squelch squelch squelch♡
“Hrngggggh!!!”
“Eun-jung's pussy hasn't had any action in a while, but it's gotten real tight, huh? Better than secretly jacking off high on drugs alone... right? Kuh! You love my thick, hard cock, don't you?”
“Haaak! Heuk... huuuk... kyaaaang!!”
Baek Eun-jung, a member of Freemist, was convulsing in ecstasy, her legs shaking like she was about to die happy.
And sure enough, the other two members, Ji Min-ah and Yoo Seong-hui, were pinned under Main Uk's lackeys, their pussies getting pounded mercilessly.
“Hak!! Haak!! Hehehehaak!!!”
“Kyaaaang!!!”
Freemist, who had looked so elegant on stage, now had their tongues lolling out vulgarly, lost in a fantasy haze, covered in so much cum on their bodies and faces they couldn't even tell anymore, drowning in extreme pleasure.
If not for Director Kim Han-seo's help, Yoo Ah-yeon would've joined them too, spilling her virgin blood on the floor and begging for more.
That's when someone kicked the door open with a gust of wind.
BAM-!!
“?! What the fuck!”
Main Uk yelled at the suddenly opened door.
No one who could pull this shit on him here, that arrogant thought was clear in his voice.
But the people's guardians burst through the door.
Main Uk's arrogance turned to chills.
“Just like Prosecutor Park said. Take that bastard down!!”
“What! How! Let go, you fucks!!”
“Aaaak!! Hyungnim!!”
“Hyungnim my ass...! Grab these fuckers too!”
“Uwaaaak! Shit!”
Then crash! Clang!
Sounds straight out of a brawl rang out, the room shaking with the violence, punches landing with heavy thuds.
Main Uk's gang had been playing between Freemist's legs, so they were all naked.
Even in their pathetic state, they put up some resistance, but soon they were all slammed to the floor and cuffed.
Rep. Hwang's eyes widened in panic, frozen solid.
Chasing pleasure had made him forget the consequences, and now they flooded his mind. Regret always comes after the fact.
Only then did Rep. Hwang realize what he'd done, and terror gripped him.
“Let go! Let me go, you fuckers! We didn't do shit! You sons of...!! Ghuk! Khek! Hey, wait, that hit me... aaaak!!”
“Shut the fuck up. 'Didn't do shit'? You're balls-deep in it. Ugh, disgusting... Anyway, caught red-handed. Look at all this dope... Hyeong-cheol, bag all this evidence and get these fuckers covered with pants or whatever—their sorry asses are gross—so we can haul 'em out.”
“Yes, sir!”
Detective Kim, issuing orders, spotted Rep. Hwang despairing in the corner and approached.
“Ah, Rep. Hwang. You have the right to an attorney, you know the drill? We'll explain in the car, so let's get outta here. Cuffs on.”
“.....”
Rep. Hwang, sensing his downfall, meekly followed the police.
The covert, lightning raid—bold yet precise and swift—wrapped up in seconds.
Now, just cleanup.
But with Main Uk's crew and Rep. Hwang hauled off, the team left to secure evidence and sort the scene couldn't focus.
“Uh... Detective Kim. Those girls...”
“Yeah. Gotta handle them too... Call in the female officers to take 'em... And cover 'em up with something first. Fuck, what a mess...”
Detective Kim clicked his tongue at the debauched idols.
These beautiful flowers from TV were stained with cum, oblivious to their state.
The ruined flowers sprawled on the room's sofas, legs spread wide, crying out.
“Haaak... huut... Why's it empty... Hurry up and fill me...”
Ji Min-ah's cute concept ponytail hung pitifully to the side.
“Me too... Me too, give me more...!!”
Yoo Seong-hui, mature enough to attract not just men but female fans too.
Freemist's leader was now just a cumdump plaything.
Zombie-like, drugged out, their state made Detective Kim think:
Drugs are scary shit.
My Producer Episode 1 aired.
Saturday evening prime time.
I watched from the broadcasting station with the PDs.
-Hello, My Producer viewers. Out of these 90 trainees, only 7 will earn spots in girl group Seras.
MC Shin Jae-hyun opened, silhouettes of trainees flashing by.
Online voting opened, methods shown in captions.
This online vote is a huge deal for debut.
It accumulates from Episode 1 straight to the final debut selection, basically deciding fates.
And rankings are revealed at each episode's end.
“PD An.”
“Yes, Director.”
“But rankings come out each episode end—do you show vote counts too?”
“No, detailed counts only at survival announcements. Regular episodes just show ranks.”
“I see.”
With that, we held our breath and watched Episode 1.
It featured trainee intros and judges' tier evaluations.
Good performers got judge whispers and other trainees' reactions; flops got the same treatment.
Like Ayul right now.
-Her agency's lack of polish shows raw talent, but...
-Off-key as hell?
-Oh no, she stopped singing.
Onlooker trainees' faces showed pity, screens capturing their sympathy.
Then, as expected, Ayul got bottom-tier F6.
I checked the My Producer gallery reactions.
-Cute kid, but sings like trash.
-Half-decent visuals, barely any makeup showing her real face, but singing's dogshit.
-Why'd she freeze? No stamina.
Brutal.
True to form, spicy critiques everywhere.
I kept my phone out, checking Sua and others in real-time.
-Sua? Fucking gorgeous, sings great, dances great—why debut her already?
-Sihyeon from flop Lije's here now. Body's insane.
-Dahyeon's here to drop another bomb.
-Yoo Ah-yeon, queen's here!
ㄴ Traitor bitch, get out.
-Yukika's got that vibe. One spot in the team—her for sure.
Excluding Ayul's flop eval and Ah-yeon's traitor stigma, reactions were mostly positive.
Ayul's post-cry face melted hearts; her tense flub forgotten.
She looked sleek and cute, so past mistakes? Whatever.
As expected, maybe the debut lineup would form just how I wanted. Excitement built, and above all, it was fun.
Survival shows are addictive anyway, but with hot, sexy girls aegyo-begging for votes, fans clashing—it had me grinning.
My Producer, good call producing it...
Time flew watching something good; Episode 1 was ending already.
Then PD An spoke up.
“Man, Yoo Ah-yeon's hit hard. Time to show current rankings—she was supposed to top but didn't.”
“Really? What's her rank?”
“It's just Episode 1, low votes overall, but even so, popular idol Yoo Ah-yeon at 5th...”
“Still debut zone, though. Bottom of it, sure.”
Debut zone's top 7, obviously.
Even branded traitor—Koreans' most hated—she scraped in on personal fandom.
But that didn't matter.
“PD An, Episode 1 reactions are great. Keep it up. I'm heading out.”
“Yes! Good night, Director!”
My phone rang right then; I left.
From Prosecutor Park.
“Yes, Prosecutor Park.”
“Ah, Director. Based on those photos you sent, we pieced it together and hit 'em with a raid... Jackpot! Fat fish caught! Haha!”
“Oh, already nabbed 'em?”
“Yeah. Raids like this usually risk total busts, but your pics screamed slam-dunk, so we drew blades quick. Thanks to you, wrapped it fast—big help.”
“Haha, no biggie. Just model citizen duty.”
“But digging up that intel couldn't've been easy. How'd you get it?”
“Capable junior I know. Anyway... the article...?”
“Ah, wrapping investigation by morning, briefing tomorrow evening? Totally fine? It'll hit your show's idol too...”
“Rip the bandage off quick—clean slate faster.”
“Got it! I'll update on investigation. Rest up~”
“Yep.”
I'd passed Prosecutor Park the photos hoping Peya Enter's drug scandal would blow up ASAP.
Club was sus, not just Rep. Hwang—Freemist too. Told him raid today.
Was gonna summon Ah-yeon that day anyway.
Jackpot.
'Heh... Smooth sailing.'
Ah-yeon, see you tomorrow.
Saving up my load...
I awaited tomorrow.