An Idol Never Breaks! (11)
“What’s your name?”
“……Uuuung… uguguk…!”
“Heh. Can’t even speak, can you. And I haven’t even started moving yet…”
“Ehehe. Once I start moving, there’ll be a reaction, won’t there?”
Slap.
The slow, wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the air—like a palm striking water. Eunchae’s pussy was spraying again, that soaked.
“…Uhhnnngh!! Uuuguk…! Uhaang…!”
Slap. Slap.
Every time her body rocked, the filthy noise thundered through the studio.
“Uuuguk…! Uhung! Uguk! Uhhnnngh…….”
Her moans spilled out right alongside it, impossible to hold back.
“Heh. This grip… it’s something else. Flaunting the fact you’re a virgin, are you?”
“Ehehe…. Well, not anymore…. How is it? Eunchae’s pussy?”
“Heh-heh. The tightness is one thing, but it’s like I’ve shoved myself into a pool—an absolute flood…. Later…! I’ll need…! Some serious…! Hydration…!”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Hnnngh…! Uguk! Uhhnn…!”
Squelch! Squirt!
The wet crash of Eunchae’s ass against Baek Pan-su’s hips. The moans she forced out through clenched teeth. The sound of her juices hitting the floor. All of it layered together. And through it all, her cries only grew louder.
“Uhhnnngh!! Uguguk!! Uguk!!”
“Ehehe…. At this rate, how are we supposed to do an interview, Eunchae?”
Bu Ra-jang’s camera stayed locked on her face. What expression it was capturing, I couldn’t see—but just listening to the sounds pouring out of her was enough to paint the picture. Nothing like the usual Eunchae. Pure, corrupted bitch-in-heat squeals.
“Ohh….”
After a few more thrusts, the motion started to smooth out. She was so drenched that any sense of friction had vanished completely. Her hips dropped lower; her posture, her rhythm, everything grew more natural by the second.
“Heh…. This…! Is…! Getting good…! Feels like…! I’m getting…! Used to it…!”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Hnn! Hnngh! Uk! Uuk! Uuuhhnn…. Haa. Haa….”
“Ehehe. Looks like Eunchae’s adapting a little too?”
“We can…! Start…! The interview…! Now…. Kh….”
“Uhhnn…! Hnn! Uuk! Th…! The in…! Intervieeuk…! Hnngh…!”
Words were slowly coming back to her.
“That’s right. Let’s begin again. Ehehe……. Could you tell us your name, affiliation, and age?”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Hnn! Nngh! Uguguk! N-naame…! L-Lee…! Lee Eun…! Chae…! Se-Sepia…! Hnn! Tw-twenty…! Tw-twenty-fohhn! Four…!”
“Heh-heh…! Every time…! She talks…. Her pussy…! Clenches…! Tight…!”
“Uhhnn! Uguguk! Uguk! Haang…!”
“And your date of birth?”
“Hnn! Nngh! Tw-two thooousand…! Hnnaah! Tw-two…! June…! Haaah! Ah…! Twentieth…!”
June 20th, 2002.
“Heh-heh…! Right in the middle…! Of the World Cup…! Isn’t it…! Heh! Younger than…! My own daughter…!”
“Ehehe…. How old are Director Baek’s daughters?”
“Heh! The older one…! Twenty-six. The younger…! Twenty-three…! Heh-heh…!”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
……Disgusting bastard.
Held by the waist by a middle-aged man old enough to be her father, Eunchae’s body simply moved however Baek Pan-su shook her. On her knees on the floor, ass shoved high, there was nothing else she could do but moan and gush. And still she tried to answer every question—whether that was some kind of idol’s professional pride or something else entirely, I couldn’t say.
“Eheh…. Height and weight, please.”
“Uhhnn…! Hung…! Pr… prooofile…! Pleease…! Uhhngh! Uuk! Uguguk! Hnn!”
“Kh…! Not the profile…! The real numbers…! Heh!”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“H-heighht…! Heihnn! One sixty…! Six…! Hnngh! …Weighht…! Hnn! Forty…! Six…! Hnn…!”
166 cm. 46 kg.
Eunchae had always been on the slender side. The waist Baek Pan-su was gripping was impossibly narrow.
“And your three sizes?”
…Those weren’t on any profile. Only her trainer would know.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Hnnngh…! Th-thirteeen…! Hnngh! Uguk! Thir…! Hnn! Twoo…! Hnngh! Twenn…! Thirtee…! Hnngh…! Ohhoooh……!”
“Eheh…. I didn’t catch a single word of that…”
“33! 22! 35! Is what…! She said…! Heh! What a lewd…! Body…! You’ve got…!”
I knew exactly how hard Eunchae had worked to build that figure. And now it was nothing more than a thin waist offered up as a handle to a middle-aged man old enough to be her father, a big ass making wet, sloppy noises with every thrust.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Hnnn! Hnn! Hnn! Uhhnn…!”
She seemed to want to say something about the appraisal of her body, but the words never came. Only those strange, endless moans kept spilling out of her.
“Ehehe…. Then let’s get into it properly…. Do you masturbate often?”
“Uhhnn! Hnn!? …Uhh…. Th… thaat…! Hn!”
“This is an interview, so you’ll have to answer honestly. Ehehe….”
“Hnn…! Hn! Uk! O-occaasionally…! I do…!”
“How occasionally? How many times a week?”
“Hngguk! Uguk! Aboout…! Three or four…! Tiiimes…! Or soooh…! Ohhoooh…!”
…So that was it.
“Heh…! An idol…! Must be busy…! And yet…! You still…! Made time…! To jerk off…! Regularly…!”
“Ehehe…. What a total pervert. Eunchae.”
“Uhhnnngh! Uuk! Uk! N-noooh! I’m nooot…!”
“And what do you use as material? What—or who—do you imagine while you touch yourself? Ehehe….”
“Hweh…? Hnngh! Hung! Hnngh! Th… thaat…! I can’t…! Say…!”
“Please be precise….”
“H… nngh…! Uhhnn! My…! My phootos…! Looking at them…! Peo…! People…! Masturbate…! Soooh! Hnn! I…! Imagine…! Thaat…! Whiile…!”
“Heh-hn!? Suddenly…! The grip…!”
My photos.
Looking at my photos. People. Masturbating. So.
……Imagining. While…….
I knew exactly what “photos” meant. The ones sitting on my own phone. The ones everyone already knew about. Eunchae’s hidden-camera shots.
“Ehehehe…. Looks like we’ve uncovered quite the fetish….”
……So Eunchae, after her leaked photos spread…
I clenched my cock hard in my fist.
She’d always suffered over those pictures. The company had constantly told me to watch her mental health because of them. And behind closed doors she’d been masturbating while imagining people staring at them…?
……Doubt crept in.
Was she actually a pervert…?
I was starting to lose track of which version was real. The everyday Eunchae. The Eunchae in Idol Mode. Or—
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Squelch! Squish! Thud!
“Hnnngh! Uuk! Uguguk! Hnnnngh…!”
—the Eunchae right there in front of me.
When this was over, I had no idea what face I was supposed to look at her with.
“Heh-hn! Eunchae…! Did you…! Like it…! When the photos…! Spread…!?”
“Uhhnnn! Hnnngh! Hnnn!”
“Heh…. Clenching…! Again…!”
The moment he brought up the photos, more fluid sprayed from her pussy.
……Maybe the reason she’d always hated talking about those pictures… had been a little different than I thought.
There had been signs something was off. No matter how much the company forced her into it, Eunchae still carried heavy trauma—and yet she’d agreed to the lingerie shoot. She’d agreed to the plan to film hidden-camera footage on broadcast. She was letting them film her right now. She hadn’t even refused having her naked body photographed…
I’d simply assumed she was doing it all because she had no choice. For the job.
…But what if that wasn’t true?
……What if, just a little, she’d been hoping for something like this?
“Hnnnn! Hnnn! Hn! Haaang! Ang!”
I couldn’t begin to guess what was going through her head anymore. Whether I’d even be able to treat her the same way after this… I didn’t know.
My thoughts tangled into a mess.
…So I just stopped thinking cleanly at all.
Instead I poured every scrap of focus into my ears and my cock.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap.
Thud! Thwack! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Matching the bounce of Eunchae’s ass. Matching the sway of her waist.
“Hnnn! Hn! Haaang! Aang!”
I stroked myself like a madman to the sound of her moans.
“Khnn! Clenching…! Again…! Heh…! Now. Now…!”
“Hnnn! Hnnnn! Haaaaaaaaang…!!”
Squirt! Squirt! Spurt!
The instant fluid erupted from Eunchae’s pussy, Baek Pan-su yanked his cock free. The second it left her, a massive load of cum exploded from him.
Splatter! Splatter!
Her ass, her back, her waist, her face, even her hair—white ropes painted her entire body.
“Hnnnn…. Hnnn…!”
Eunchae’s hips kept twitching as she continued to gush for a long while. Baek Pan-su’s orgasm stretched out in thick, repeated pulses.
And me—
Spurt.
I came into my own fist one more time. The amount was pathetic next to the rivers the two of them had poured out. Just enough to dampen my palm a little……. Ugh…!
My body tilted.
Whoa.
I lost my balance. Lying back in the chair, I couldn’t fight the climax and toppled over.
Thud!
I hit the floor hard under the chair with a loud crash.
“…?”
“What was that?”
“…Hnnn…?”
All three of them turned to look at me at once.