Idols Never Break! (7)
Sluuurp. Slurp. Slu…
A kiss—no, something far beyond a kiss.
The wet, relentless sound of tongues thrashing and tangling together showed no sign of stopping.
A sweaty, fat, filthy, foul-smelling middle-aged man, locked in a deep kiss with Eunchae—who looked every bit the radiant goddess.
And watching them, I had my cock standing at full attention.
Not that it amounted to much, size-wise…
Still, little by little, I rocked it in my hand.
Watching them defile Eunchae's lips.
Watching them pour their spit into her mouth.
Watching their tongues coil around hers.
"Sluuurp… mmm… pahh… haah."
The mouths that had been pressed together for so long finally pulled apart.
Eunchae gasped for the breath she hadn't been able to catch.
She dabbed only lightly at the spit on her lips with her hand, then turned her head toward Baek Pan-su beside her.
"Mmm…"
Eyes closed demurely, she parted her lips just a little—
like a girl waiting for her lover's kiss.
When did it start?
When did Eunchae start turning her head first, so naturally…?
The Eunchae who, only moments ago, had been spitting every curse and crude insult she knew had melted away with those wet, sucking sounds—vanished as if she'd dissolved.
"…?"
The continuous wet noise of kissing suddenly stopped.
"…What. A-aren't you… going to?"
Eunchae, who had been waiting with her eyes shut, opened them again.
"Kuheheheh…! Well, well. Were you hoping for a kiss…!"
"Wh-what…! N-no! That's not it. It's your turn and you just kept not doing it, so it felt weird and I asked, that's all!"
Eunchae's face went scarlet.
"Eheheh… Come to think of it, you've been parting your lips so naturally for a while now…"
"Th-that's… Even if I keep my mouth shut tight, you guys just pry it open with your tongues anyway…!"
"Kuheheheh! For someone saying that, it seemed like your tongue was moving quite naturally on its own, didn't it?"
"No, no. Th-that's… that is…! I-I just… even if I stay still… you guys keep stirring it around! M-my… m-mouth… inside… so… I just… go limp…"
"Eheheh! And yet you even closed your eyes and kissed so very naturally… Eheheheh."
"I said…! I-I-I closed them because I can't stand the sight of you, okay?! Those… disgusting faces shoved in close are filthy! So it's better just to shut my eyes! So I don't have to look at those dirty faces!"
"Kuheheheh… Well, if that's what you say, then I suppose that's what it is…"
Eunchae shouted herself hoarse, but neither of the two men looked remotely convinced.
Even to me, it only sounded like excuses meant to hide something.
Her words were still rough, still angry-sounding…
But something about the atmosphere was off.
Eunchae couldn't be…
No way.
Not with bastards like these…
An ominous imagination began to coil around my body.
Tap. Taptap. Taptap.
"So…? Are we done now? The ki…ss. That's enough, right? Right?"
"Eheheh… If you don't want to kiss anymore, shall we stop here?"
"R…eally? Whew. Th-then we end it he—"
"Kuheheh. Shall we… move on to the next stage?"
"……Augh. …You sons of bitches."
With Eunchae's short curse, the men grabbed hold of her bra and tried to peel it off.
It didn't come free easily.
"W-wait! Don't grab it! Th-there… ah… I-I'll take it off myself…! Don't pull!"
Sliiiide. Slide.
Eunchae pushed their hands away and removed the bra herself.
She swept her hair back once more to tidy it, then fully presented her bare breasts to the men.
"…There. Th-that's enough… right…?"
Even the hands that could have been her last shield, she demurely folded behind her back.
"Eheheheh… They're rather large for how they look…"
"Hoh… A 65E, I see."
Baek Pan-su pushed up his glasses, his gaze locked on Eunchae's chest.
"Ugh… H-how do you know that so exactly…"
"Kuheheheh… One look is all it takes. We're professionals, after all."
…Right. These bastards were executives at a lingerie company.
The underwear specialists stared holes through Eunchae's breasts, appraising them out loud.
"Uheh… Even back when we had those photos, Eunchae-yang, your shape was truly lovely… More than enough to be a model for our company. I mean that sincerely."
"Kuheheheh. We didn't choose Eunchae-yang for no reason. When it comes to lingerie, you see, without the body underneath as a foundation, perfect beauty can never be completed."
It was nauseating praise.
The usual Eunchae would have cursed them out without hesitation.
"…H-hearing that from the likes of you… only makes me feel worse, okay?! Disgusting. Seriously."
The harsh words were the same as always.
But Eunchae's voice was strange.
…There was something almost bashful in the tone.
"Kuheheh… Shall we try something even more disgusting with those disgusting people of yours…?"
"Wh-what are you trying to do now… What the hell… U…hyaah?!"
Huff. Suck.
Sluuurp. Slurp. Suck. Suck.
Again, the sound of spit and tongues mixing—but this time it was a little different.
Bu Ra-jang and Baek Pan-su each buried their faces against one of Eunchae's breasts, and from within, the wet sound of tongues began to work.
"Hnnngh…! Hnngh…! Hngh! Hnngh…!"
Sluuuurp. Slurp. Slurp. Sluuurp. Sluuurrp.
The two middle-aged men mashed their faces into her breasts like infants, lapping at her nipples with their tongues.
"Hnngh…! A-ah! That hurts… D-don't bite…"
"Eheheh. My apologies… I forgot this was Eunchae-yang's first time."
"L-listen. B-biting is… forbidden… Forbidden. Got it…?"
"Kuheheheh. Understood. Though… they've gotten hard enough that a light nibble would be fine…"
"Ugh… Y-you don't need to say crap like that…! G-gently… gently… Hnnh. …Shit. If you're gonna bite… at least don't make it hurt…"
Eunchae had her eyes squeezed shut, but her legs wouldn't stay still.
She couldn't keep her balance; her feet kept shifting this way and that.
She twisted her legs together, too.
The hands held behind her back fidgeted restlessly in the same way, squirming without pause.
Sluuuurrrp. Slurp. Suck. Slurp.
Ebebebe… Sluuurrp. Suck.
From both sides, every kind of licking sound continued, soaking Eunchae's nipples in spit.
"Hnnnngh……. Hnnngh……."
Eunchae kept her mouth clamped shut, letting only strange little sounds escape through her nose.
As her voice climbed higher, the men's voices grew steadily more revolting.
"Eheheh… Maman… Maman…!"
"Kuheheh. Ah, still no milk yet…"
Calling a twenty-two-year-old girl maman and hunting for breast milk.
Pervert bastards.
Absolute degenerate bastards…!
Even I, listening from a distance, found it nauseating—I couldn't begin to imagine how it felt for Eunchae herself.
"U…hnngh……. Y-you perverts…. Seriously."
With Eunchae's original personality, it wouldn't have been strange for her to start swinging fists while screaming dual curses.
But for Sepia, for the company, Eunchae held it in.
"Hnnngh……. Hnngh……. Hnnh……."
Is she… holding it in…?
Eunchae had placed her hands on the heads of the two men suckling at her breasts.
Dirty, thinning middle-aged hair.
I was too far away to see clearly, but Eunchae's hands were moving, little by little.
…That.
It looked like she was stroking their heads.
Exactly the way you'd soothe a baby nursing at your breast…
Eunchae…?
No, right?
"Hnnh…! Don't… bite… I told you…!"
"Eheheheh… My apologies. But…"
Slurp. Slurp.
"Hnnngh……!"
Her voice had gotten even stranger.
This voice was…
The coquettish voice she used in Idol Mode.
Why is that voice coming out right now…?
"Pwah……. Haah…. My, my. Breasts I'd love to suck on all day. Kuheheh…"
"Th-that's enough already, isn't it…! Now…. Hnngh…"
"Kuheheheh…. Not at all. There are still plenty of places on Eunchae-yang's body left to lick."
"What…… Hnnh! Hnngh…. W-wait……!"
Baek Pan-su's head gradually descended.
Down from her chest, to her waist. Then to her navel.
And then……
"Shall we remove these bothersome things now."
"Hnngh…! Those are yours…! Hnngh…"
"Kuheheh…. True enough. But for what we're about to do, they're unnecessary."
I couldn't see clearly enough to tell what they were taking off.
But there was only one thing Eunchae was still wearing.
The extreme V-shaped panties she had chosen herself.
"Well then……"
Sliiiiiide.
The long sound of fabric sliding against skin stretched out.
I could see it.
Eunchae's most precious place…
Exposed to those filthy middle-aged men……
"Kuheheheh! Kuheheh! F-finally…!"
"Eheheheh…. Idol Eunchae-yang's…!"
"K-hnn…!"
Eunchae kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut and stayed still.
Her face had gone bright red… but both hands remained folded behind her back.
Even with her panties off, she made no move to cover herself with her hands.
"Kuheheh…. So this is Eunchae-yang's pussy…!"
"Y-you…! D-don't say it so blatantly…!"
"Eheheh…. Embarrassed? Pussy. Eunchae's pussy."
"Hnn…! D-don't say it…!"
"Kuh. Eunchae-yang?"
"Wh-what…!"
"Say it. 'Pussy.'"
"……Hnk! N-no. You pervert bastard…. Why would I say something like…"
"Uheheheh…. Eunchae-yang is so terribly shy, so this is to help you get used to it…. You wouldn't refuse, would you?"
"Ugh…. Y-you… sons of bitches…!"
"Say it once. Kuheheh…"
"Ah……"
Eunchae kept her head down, staring off into the middle distance.
Her mouth kept working, but the words wouldn't come out.
"Pu…… pu…… pussy."
It was the tiniest of voices.
I only just made it out from the shape of her lips.
"Kuheheheh… What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?"
"Uheheh…. Say it loud enough that the manager over there might wake up…"
Bu Ra-jang glanced my way.
I had the feeling our eyes met.
Come to think of it, those bastards already knew I wasn't asleep.
"Are you insane. H-how am I supposed to…! If M-Manager-nim hears…!"
"Kuheheheh…. He's sound asleep, so don't worry and just try it once…"
"Ugh……. Pu…… puu…… pussy."
"Louder."
"Pu-pu-pussy…"
"I still can't hear you?"
Bu Ra-jang moved his finger toward Eunchae's crotch.
"…Where is this, again?"
His finger brushed along the cleft of Eunchae's pussy.
Squelch.
It wasn't the sound of skin against skin—it was the sound of liquid welling up.
No way…
"Say it loud."
He brushed it once more.
Slide.
"Hnnngh! Pu-pu-pussy……. Eunchae's…. Eunchae's pussyyy……!"
Pssshhh!
Eunchae's body shuddered, and liquid sprayed from between her legs.