Idols Never Break! (6)
"Ah, ah, hello☆ I'm Lee Eunchae of Sepia☆ T-t-today... with the two of you here... I'll be doing... d-d-dirty... things...☆"
On either side of Eunchae, Bu Ra-jang and Baek Pan-su clapped like madmen.
"Khh-heh! Excellent! Love it!"
"Eheheheh.... Th-then shall we take a commemorative photo right away?"
"A c-c-commemorative photo......? Uwah...!"
Click. Click.
The shutter sounds rang out at once. They must have set the camera to fire from a distance.
"Kh... Eunchae. You have to do a V-sign. The V."
"Eheheh.... Y-you have to smile at the camera."
"Ahh... aha...☆"
And that photo captured two middle-aged men in nothing but their underwear, with Eunchae sandwiched between them. All three of them flashing V-signs and grinning for the lens. A single leak of that image would end Eunchae's idol career on the spot. As her manager, it was a photograph I could never allow.
But my body would not move at all. Even as they were creating photographic proof that Eunchae had had sex with these men... the only thing that moved was the hand wrapped around my cock.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Eheheheh.... That should have come out nicely."
"Th-this photo.... Ugh.... It won't go outside, right? Right?"
"Khh. That depends entirely on what Eunchae does from here on out."
"......Ugh. Seriously..."
Eunchae ground her teeth again. Not that it changed a thing. She knew better than anyone. Which was why she did not refuse the hands of the two men who had been caressing her body like perverts this whole time.
"Eheheh! Even your arms are soft.... Your skin is exquisite. As expected of a twenty-two-year-old...!"
"Khh-heheheh.... Your waist has firm abs, yet your ass is plump and solid.... This is a real pleasure to touch..."
With those filthy hands that started sweating the moment they made contact. Hands she had once hated even shaking. They were tasting every inch of Eunchae's skin one by one.
"Nn.... Hn......"
Every time those dirty hands groped her, Eunchae only let out the faintest breath from tightly sealed lips.
"Eheheh.... I'm truly looking forward to Eunchae's fan service today..."
"F-fan service.... Nn...! Y-you're not even... my fans......"
"Khh-heh! Oh no, no. Eunchae. We may not look it, but we're Seddoli too, you know?"
Sepia's fandom was called Seddoli. The moment that name left their mouths, Eunchae's eyebrows shot up.
"Y-you guys.... You're fans? I-if you're fans.... I'll do something else.... Something else for you. Please......"
"Eheheheh.... And what exactly would that 'something else' be?"
"......Th-that...... Nn. A s-signature... or something."
......
Eunchae......
At those words the two men looked at each other and burst into insane laughter.
"Eheheheheh!"
"Khh-heheheh! A s-signature, you say? Khh-heh!"
"Wh-what's so... funny!? D-do you know how hard fans work just to get... one of my signatures...!"
"Oho.... Did you honestly think we would take Eunchae's signature and simply leave? ...Seriously?"
Bu Ra-jang slid both hands inside Eunchae's bra.
"Hya...ah! Th-then...! What the hell...! Nn...!"
He began kneading and crushing her breasts from within. Every time his hands tightened, the shape of Eunchae's chest changed.
"Hn...! N-not my chest......"
"Khh-heh. You didn't actually think we would let you off without even doing this much... did you?"
"Nn.... Ugh......"
Only Eunchae's despair-filled moans filled the studio.
Eunchae was no fool. She knew everything I knew. Just as Baek Pan-su had said, she understood perfectly well what she would have to do from now on.
"...N-no way..."
"Eheheh...!"
A strange laugh, different from before, drifted over. From here I couldn't see exactly what was happening.
"N-no, right...? Huh...? D-don't shove your face in......"
"Ohohoho.... Eunchae-yaang...!"
"......Mmph!"
Slurp. Smack. Schlick. Slurrrp. Schlick. Schlick. Slurp.
Eunchae's lips.... Filthy, wet kissing sounds began to fill the air. Her screams were sealed behind a mouth, the noise smothered.
"...Pwah! Haa...! N-no.... M-my... kiss.... First... kiss. W-with a dirty bastard like this...!"
"Kuh-heh. There's still one more of us left, you know~?"
"...What? W-wait... mmph! Mmph! Hnngh......!"
Slurrrp. Schlick. Schlick. Sluuuck. Smack. Slooorp.
Another set of disgusting wet sounds. Baek Pan-su's greasy face pressed against Eunchae's. They tangled tongues and traded spit for a long time before finally pulling apart when she was about to suffocate.
"Hnngh.... Hah...! Pwah...! Haa...!"
The sound of Eunchae gasping for air reached me.
"M-my first kiss.... It was my first.... My first time.... Why... why did it have to be bastards like you..."
"Ohohoho.... First time makes it even better. Eunchae's first kiss partner is me, you know? Fifty-three-year-old Bu Ra-jang. This very body. Ohohoh!"
"I fucking hate this.... I hate it so fucking much.... With a piece of shit like this...! Oomph!?"
Slurrrp. Slurp. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Slurp....
Their mouths locked together again. Bu Ra-jang stood on tiptoe, pulled Eunchae into his arms, and smashed his lips against hers like a man possessed.
Slooorp. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Mmm~. Eheheh.... Delicious. Eunchae's lips."
"......Don't say... shit like that..."
"Even your spit was delicious. Eunchae~."
"...Nnngh...! Please.... Filthy...... mmph!"
"Khh. My turn next. Mmm~."
Slurrrrrrp. Slurp. Schlick. Schlick.
The sound of a tongue thrashing wildly echoed through the empty studio. Eunchae, with her goddess-like body clad only in lingerie, was being tightly embraced like a lover by the fat, hairy, underwear-clad middle-aged man Baek Pan-su, who stirred his tongue madly inside her mouth.
Ebebebebe.... Slurrrp. Slurp. Schlick.
Ahh.
Eunchae was being defiled.... Pressing her lips to those filthy, repulsive old men. Letting them hold her and plunder the inside of her mouth.
My hand carefully sped up.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Slurrrp! Slurp.... Schlick. Schlick.
"Mmm...! Hnngh...! Haa. Ha.... Haa...! Hnngh...! Mmph!"
The moment one kiss ended, the next began. Before Eunchae could even catch her breath, her mouth was sealed again. Sandwiched between the two old men, she was kissed from both sides in turn for a long, long time.
Slurrrp.... Smack.
"Pwah.... Haa. Haa.... Nn...! W-wait a second...! Hss.... Pwah..."
Eunchae wiped the spit smeared around her mouth with a swipe of her hand. All it did was transfer the spit from her lips to her wrist. The saliva still glistened on her wrist under the lights, uncleaned.
"Khh-heheh.... How was it? Kissing us. Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Nn. You'd better choose your words carefully...?"
"Ugh.... Ugh......"
Sliiiide.
Eunchae finished wiping her mouth completely and said nothing. Of course it didn't feel good. But she had to act. She had to put on a performance that would satisfy those two....
"Ugh...... Shit. I fucking suck at this! It's filthy.... It stinks...... This... this is my first kiss.... This can't be real. It feels disgusting...!"
...That was the real Eunchae. Pure honesty with not a shred of acting in it. Of course it would be. Who could press their face against those oil-slick faces, kiss them, and then claim it felt good?
Hidden behind her Idol Mode, I hadn't always noticed, but Eunchae was more honest with her emotions than anyone. Even with me... she showed her feelings without any filter. She got angry. She got irritated. She snapped. She cried. Unlike with her fans, she was completely open and unguarded with me. In that sense, Eunchae was even worse at acting than Harin.
But that personality... was not helpful right now.
"Eheheh!? If that's how you feel......"
"Khh-heheheh.... Looks like we need to teach you the true taste of a kiss..."
"Ugh... n-no. W-wait......! Don't...! Hnngh...!? Mmph...!"
Slurrrrrp. Slurp. Sluuuck. Sluuuuck.
Even thicker, wetter sounds than before followed.
"Mmph...! Mmph! W-wait......! Hnnngh! Mmph...!"
Sluuuuck. Slurp. Smack. Sloooorp.
They mixed tongues greedily and kept kissing. The moment the kiss with Bu Ra-jang ended, it was Baek Pan-su's turn. When Baek Pan-su finished, it was back to Bu Ra-jang. As if asking whether she still felt disgusted. The two of them took turns devouring Eunchae's lips.
There was little Eunchae could do. Turn her head a little. Try to keep her mouth as closed as possible. Gasp for the breath that had been cut off and rest for a second. That was the full extent of her resistance.
Sliiiide. Slide.
At the same time as the kisses, the hands groping Eunchae grew more aggressive. They gripped her ass tight while kissing her. They pulled her into their arms like lovers and locked lips. Sliding a hand inside her bra to fondle her breasts had already become completely natural. As a result, Eunchae's bra... was already rolled up, exposing her white breasts to the lights.
Pale flesh and firm breasts. Even her stiff nipples were fully on display. And every time they kissed her, the two old men pinched and flicked those nipples with their fingers.
"Hnnn...! Slurp. Sluuuck. Schlick. Schlick..."
It repeated. Over and over. The space that had been filled only with wet kissing sounds gradually began to fill with other noises as well.
Slurrrp. Slurrrrp. Schlick. Sloorp.
"Mmm...... Hmm......"
At some point the rough kissing sounds grew gentler.
"Hnnn...... Hnngh.... Sluuuck."
Eunchae's breathing, too... no longer sounded like the thrashing of someone who hated it. This was... in other words...
"Hmm...... Haa...... Ha.... Nn. Hn..."
Sloorp. Smack. Sluuuck. Schlick. Sluuuuck.
It had become almost natural kissing sounds.
"Hnngh! Ha.... Haa..."
When the kiss with Bu Ra-jang ended, Eunchae naturally turned her head the other way. The men did not grab her face and force it. Eunchae turned her head on her own... Eyes closed, without a word, she quietly continued the kiss with Baek Pan-su.
"Hnnn...... Hnngh.... Haa. Ha...... ......Again? ......Hnnngh...!"
Back to Bu Ra-jang. Now she turned her head as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Why is she doing that...?
I didn't know when it had started, but Eunchae's hands were now resting on each of their shoulders. She was leaning her body against the two men.
...No. That couldn't be it. She had been standing and kissing for so long that she couldn't withstand the weight of those old men pressing in on her. She was just trying to keep her balance. Absolutely...... Eunchae would never have put her hands on their shoulders because she liked it.
While one man kissed her, the other fondled Eunchae's nipples. What had started as rough groping of her breasts gradually softened until now they focused only on her nipples—flicking them, stroking them—movements that had become pure caresses.
And as a result...
"Sloorp. Hnngh...... Haa.... Nn. Hnnn...! Hn. ......Next? ......Hnngh! Slurrrrp......"
Shallow moans began to slowly mix into Eunchae's breathing. The space that had been filled only with rough wet sounds was gradually transforming into soft breaths and little moans that slipped out here and there.
"Hn...... Nn...... ......Again? Nngh.... Hnngh."
Sluuuuck. Sluuuck. Slu......
For a brief moment I caught a glimpse of Eunchae's face, which had been buried and hidden between the two men's faces.
"Hnnnnn......"
She wore an expression I had never seen before.