Idols Never Break! (5)
"Get your hands off me!"
Eunchae slapped Baek Pan-su's hand away at once.
"Kheh... Why are you reacting like that?"
"...Are you insane. Wh-what the hell do you two think you're doing right now? Huh? All of a sudden, m-m-my ass...!"
"Ugh heh... When you're correcting someone's pose during a shoot, it's common to..."
"I've never once heard of 'pose correction' involving grabbing someone's ass."
I'd followed plenty of shoots myself, and even a casual brush of the body was rare. Too many eyes watching.
But in this room, there was only Eunchae and those two perverts.
Technically I was here too, but...
I was "asleep."
We'd agreed that for the duration of the "work," I would be sleeping.
"Kheh heh heh... Please, relax, Miss Eunchae. We're professionals. If you'd just entrust your body to us..."
"Professional or not! Being a photography expert has nothing to do with groping someone's— m-m-my ass!"
"Ugh heh... We're lingerie experts, actually."
"Wh-whatever! I-I'm not doing this! I'm not doing it, so— Manager! Manager?"
"Kheh heh heh... We already told you General Manager Jeon Hogu is asleep..."
"So wake him up. Manager!"
Eunchae strode straight toward me.
Don't come over.
It won't do any good even if you do.
I kept playing dead, perfectly still.
"Ugh, you're useless. Manager? This is serious. Get up already!"
Eunchae grabbed me and shook hard. She looked ready to tip me right out of the chair, but I didn't so much as twitch.
From behind her, Baek Pan-su's voice drifted over.
"Kheh heh heh... Even if you try to wake him, he won't get up."
"...What?"
"Eheh heh... Well. He's scheduled to keep sleeping for another four or five hours... Thanks to that 'drink' we so kindly offered him, which he enjoyed so thoroughly... Eheh heh heh."
"What are you talking about... Ah... No way."
Of course I'd never been offered any drink, and I'd never drunk one.
That was just the story we were sticking to.
I could feel Baek Pan-su glance my way.
An invisible warning poured off him: stay quiet and play along.
"...You... pieces of trash."
"Ugh heh. Miss Eunchae. Now that things have come to this..."
"Don't come near me! I'm calling the police."
Through half-lidded eyes I saw Eunchae holding her phone.
The emergency number was already on the screen. One tap of the call button and it would be over.
"Kheh heh...! Are you sure about that? Calling them?"
"You think I'm an idiot? Just in case, I memorized the building name and the address on the way here."
"Ugh heh... How prepared of you."
"If I report you, you're finished. You'll get fired from your company. And...!"
"Kheh heh heh...! Go ahead and report us. We don't mind."
"Eheh heh... Though we can't take responsibility for what happens after that."
"...What? No. I said I'm reporting you. You grabbed my— m-my ass. And you took those weird photos...! This is sexual harassment. Sexual harassment!"
"Kheh heh heh... Well, that may be true... But are you really going to do it? Girl group Sepia member Lee Eunchae sexually harassed during lingerie profile shoot... Is that the article you want published? Kheh...!"
"No... That's...!"
"Eheh heh. And this shoot... It was arranged by mutual agreement with your agency... We've already paid a considerable sum under the heading of profile photography fees... Are you prepared to explain all of that properly to the police and the press...? Including why you were doing a lingerie profile shoot in the first place."
"...What?"
"Kheh heh... You may not know this, Miss Eunchae, but every company has its backroom circumstances... Including your president, of course."
"Ugh heh... And how a girl group gets treated once a sexual scandal breaks out... Well. You of all people in this country would know that best."
"You... you... pieces of trash...!"
"Kheh... Naturally Sepia's music show debut would go up in smoke as well. You'd be busy running around for police investigations and media damage control... Meanwhile we'd have no choice but to give a full statement about the 'contract' we signed with your agency... Of course we'll hold a press conference too."
"The c-contract..."
Listening to them, Eunchae's voice began to waver.
I hadn't told her.
Today's profile shoot had been contracted to include Eunchae's "business entertainment" as well.
The reason I hadn't warned her the way I had with Harin was simple: that had been the clients' demand.
They preferred to do the blackmailing themselves. Purely a matter of their personal taste.
I had followed that demand to the letter.
Knowing full well Eunchae would be coerced into giving up her body, I had played dumb right in front of her.
I had handed Eunchae over...
Into those old men's hands.
"Why... Why would you..."
Eunchae's hand trembled around her phone.
"Kheh heh heh... Of course, it's not a bad contract for you, Miss Eunchae. As long as you cooperate properly with today's 'shoot,' that is."
"Eheh heh... Naturally we'll also be paying the advertising fee to your agency right away... It'll be a great help. For Sepia, and especially for your president."
"The presi...dent?"
Eunchae's voice kept shrinking.
"Kheh. We understand things have been unstable lately... There's a faction scooping up shares of your company's stock..."
"I don't— I don't know anything about that!"
"Ugh heh. In any case, your president needs a large sum of money right now... That's what this means. And of course Sepia needs it too."
"......"
The company had all kinds of complicated circumstances, and Eunchae wouldn't be able to grasp all of them.
But one thing was certain.
"Kheh heh heh... It would be best if you didn't refuse to shoot with us here."
"Ugh... Shit..."
Eunchae kept muttering under her breath.
It sounded like she was pouring out every curse she knew.
But she never pressed the emergency call button on the phone in her hand.
Instead she turned the screen off and set it down on the chair where I was "sleeping."
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..."
"Kheh heh! Executive Director, isn't this even better? The way she swears when she's furious...!"
"Ugh heh. This has a flavor all its own... A delicious little treat."
"Fuck. Disgusting. Revolting. You sons of bitches..."
Eunchae kept cursing under her breath, chewing on her nails.
She knew perfectly well she couldn't escape this situation. That there was nothing she could do.
So...
In the end, Eunchae would accept it.
"...Shit. F-fine... Okay."
"Ugh heh? What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"I said fine... I said okay! Shit. Just do it already. Do it!"
"Kheh...! I'm not quite sure what it is we're supposed to do."
"That... Y-you know perfectly well! The thing you want, th-th-that... that kind of..."
"Eheh heh... What kind of thing is 'that kind of thing'? I really don't know."
These bastards...
"Th-th-that... dirty... stuff..."
She hung her head, her face burning red.
...Cute.
The way she got embarrassed was cute.
So Eunchae was unexpectedly weak to this kind of thing.
I'd never talked about anything like this with her, so I hadn't known.
A side of Eunchae even I had never seen.
Those old men had drawn it out of her in a single go.
"You... perverted bastards..."
At the sight of her, Bu Ra-jang and Baek Pan-su looked ready to lose their minds with joy.
"Kheh heh! Kheh heh heh!"
"Eheh heh... You said it first, Miss Eunchae."
"Ugh... Shit. D-do whatever you want."
"Kheh heh! Then shall we?"
Two men's hands settled on Eunchae's body.
One on her back.
One on her ass.
Sandwiched between them, Eunchae carefully moved back toward the brightly lit set.
Eunchae in nothing but lingerie.
And the old men laughing like maniacs as they groped her.
At the thought that it was starting now...
I quietly cupped my cock in my hand.
"S-so. Uh... What am I supposed to do?"
Right in the center of the set.
Under the full concentration of the lights, Eunchae stood in the same lingerie as before.
The underwear was so aggressively revealing that just standing still looked obscene.
And from the side, one of the middle-aged men approached her.
"Eheh heh heh...!"
The scrawny, buck-toothed guy in glasses. Bu Ra-jang.
He'd stripped off his rumpled suit and was down to a dress shirt and underwear.
He took his place at Eunchae's right... and started fondling her hand.
"Khh...!"
Eunchae didn't pull away from the filthy touch on her hand. She just squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ugh heh. Eheh heh. Your hands are so soft..."
Standing side by side, the height difference was glaring.
Eunchae's profile listed her at 166 cm.
Bu Ra-jang was... a little shorter than that.
Somewhere in the low 160s, by the look of him.
But the sight of a man that short freely groping a taller woman standing right beside him... only made the whole thing feel more twisted and wrong.
A pathetic little loser of an old man like that.
Touching a goddess like Eunchae.
Fuck. Fuck fuck.
I didn't want to watch. I wanted to close my eyes. But my eyes wouldn't shut.
My cock, already free of my zipper, began to rock carefully in my hand.
"Kheh heh heh... Recording has started."
Baek Pan-su, who'd been handling the camera, stepped onto the set where Eunchae and Bu Ra-jang were standing.
Baek Pan-su had... stripped his top completely off. He was down to nothing but underwear.
"...What? R-recording? Don't tell me..."
"Kheh heh heh! Of course we have to document a wonderful time like this, Miss Eunchae. Have you forgotten you came here for a 'shoot'?"
"You... shit...! You perverted bastards...!"
Eunchae clenched her teeth until they ground together.
Baek Pan-su took his place on Eunchae's left, standing level with her.
He was a little taller than she was... and what stood out most was his gut. Almost pregnant-looking.
You couldn't tell with clothes on, but he was also covered in an insane amount of body hair.
Two half-naked middle-aged men.
And between them, Eunchae in lingerie.
The three of them stood side by side, facing the camera that was already rolling hard.
"Kheh heh heh...! Shall we begin...?"
"Ugh... Uuugh...!"
Still trembling, Eunchae slowly lifted her head and looked into the camera.
It was a clumsy, idol-perfect smile.
"H-h-hello☆ I'm Lee Eunchae of Sepia☆ T-t-today... I'll be doing... d-d-dirty... things with the two gentlemen here...☆"