The Unsold Idol Returns to Music Shows (7)
“Hnnngh…♡ Ugh-ghhh…♡!!”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Keheheh!! At last you’re being honest about how good it feels…!”
“Nooo♡ No, nooo…♡!”
“You can deny it all you want… khh…. but that lower hole of yours keeps clamping down like it’s saying yes!”
“No…♡! It feelsh gooood…♡! No, nooo hnn…♡!!”
“Keheheh…. So is it good, or isn’t it? Still confused, are we?”
“I don’t know…♡ I don’t know…! It’s disgusting…♡ You’re a filthy bastard…♡!”
“Keheh…. Getting fucked by a disgusting old man feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Hnnnnngh…♡! Hnnn♡!! Hnng-ghhh♡!!”
Eunchae kept pouring out moans. But unlike before, the word “no” no longer left her mouth.
“Khh…! You like it here, don’t you? When I scrape right here…!”
“Hyaaaah!! Hnn! Th-there, don’t…♡!”
“Keheheh…. Even your asshole is clenching up tight…!”
“Not there…! Hnnngh♡!! Don’t look there…! You filthy piece of shiiit!!”
“Shall I just rest a finger on it?”
A soft brush.
“Hnnnngh♡♡!?”
Eunchae’s moan spiked higher. He really had… even her asshole. He’d barely touched it with a fingertip, and her reaction was anything but ordinary.
“Hyaaang…!! Ah…. Don’t…. Not there…! Not there for real…!!”
“Keheheh! I only touched it with a finger and the hole keeps twitching open and shut…! My, my. Just how sensitive are you, exactly…!”
“Don’t. There… hnn!? Don’t…! Don’t…! Please don’t…!”
Eunchae’s voice had completely changed. The sharp edge was gone. The lofty pride was gone. All that remained was the desperate, hunted sound of prey begging for its life. Whether she hated having her asshole touched that much—or whether it was simply so dangerously weak a spot that the pleasure itself was too much—I couldn’t tell.
“Pleaseee…. Hnnng-ghh! Pleaseee…!”
Eunchae threw away every scrap of pride she’d clung to and moaned out her pleas.
“Khh. Even if you look at me with those begging eyes…! I’m going to keep going, you know?”
“Please… hnnn. Please, not there, ugh-ghh! Ahh…. You can’t…. If you do that there… I…!!”
“Khh!? Your pussy’s clamping down again…! My, my. You’ve got far too many weak spots, Miss Eunchae…!”
“Hnnngh…! You can’t… do that there. Please, you can’t…! Please don’t…. Uhhnn! Hnnngh please don’t touch it….”
“Well now…. Even if you beg like that….”
“M-my pussy… haaang just my pussy… please… hnnngh please, just leave that part… out…!”
“Keheheh…. I’m not sure I know where ‘that part’ is?”
Baek Pan-su sneered as if he’d found a delightful new toy. I could picture that repulsive expression clear as day.
“Hnn… hnnngh!”
“So? Where is it?”
He was determined to make her say the shameful words herself. In the end, Eunchae couldn’t hold out—and forced them from her own mouth.
“Hnnn…. M-my… ass…hole. Eunchae’s… asshole…! Please don’t put your finger… in Eunchae’s asshooolle….”
An idol, spitting vulgar words like that.
“Keheheh. But Miss Eunchae! Every time my finger touches here… your pussy squeezes so tight I can barely hold back…?”
“Ple…ase. Pleaseee…! I’ll squeeze that hard… I’ll make you feel good…! With my pussy, with Eunchae’s pussyyy…! I’ll make you feel good so take your finger…! Hnnng-ghh! Take your finger awaaay…!”
“Keheheh…! But if I rub it like this…!”
“Hyaaahaaang♡♡!!!”
Fuck. That was loud enough to hear outside the bathroom. Even Baek Pan-su seemed startled by the sheer volume of the moan. That Eunchae could make a sound like that. That she could beg so desperately. I’d never seen it—never imagined it was possible. The proud, unyielding girl was gone. Even when those bastards had her, she’d always fought not to break… but not now. There was no Lee Eunchae of Sepia here.
“Hyaaaaah! Hyaaaaang…!!”
Only a female animal, losing to pleasure.
“I can’t…! I caaan’t…! I’m gonna—!”
“I’m cumming toooo!”
Pshhhk! Pshhhshhhk!! Spurt! Spurt!
The instant Eunchae sucked in a breath, a tremendous rush of liquid filled the air. One stream hit the bathroom floor. The other poured into Eunchae’s body. But that wasn’t all.
“Hnnnnngh…….”
Shiiiiiii…….
“Khh!?”
A long stream of water. The kind of sound you hear all the time in a bathroom. Except this was a men’s room, not even over a toilet—and Eunchae had wet herself against her will.
Shiiii…….
Eunchae had. She’d wet herself. Screaming like a whore… she’d pissed herself. The stream went on and on. Water began to pool on the floor. …A pale yellow. It overflowed, past the stall door—and into the stall next door, where I was.
“Hnnnnn……. Uuunn…….”
Eunchae couldn’t even form words, only moans. Eventually the stream stopped, but her whimpering went on.
“Hnnn……. Hnn! Hic! Hnnnn….”
This time, it seemed to be coming from her eyes.
“Keheh…. Miss Eunchae. Tears of joy, or…….”
“I told you… hic! Not to…! I told you not to…! I peed……. I peed……! Hnnn!”
“Khh…. Was it that good? Wetting yourself and everything….”
“Hic! Hic…! Why……! Why me…! Like this…!”
“Miss Eunchae…?”
“Please…! Hic…! Please……! Stop…. Please spare me…. Hic! I don’t want to do this…. Please…! Hnnn!!”
Eunchae sobbed brokenly. I’d never seen her cry like that. Never seen her beg like that. What was here wasn’t an idol, wasn’t even Eunchae—just a girl thrashing to escape. I hadn’t protected her. I’d even doubted her. Wondered if she was secretly enjoying it. Wondered if she actually liked this. But she’d only been enduring. Everything I’d done until now….
“……Miss Eunchae.”
Baek Pan-su’s voice had dropped, too. Whether it was because he’d already finished once, or because her heart had actually given him pause, I didn’t know.
“Hic! …Uhhnn!! Delete… the photos…. I don’t want to do this…. I don’t want to become like this…. Please…. Please spare me…. Hic! Forgive me. Forgive me…!”
Splat.
Eunchae sank down right into the yellow puddle on the floor. Clothes, makeup—none of it mattered. She just sat there, empty, tears streaming.
“……Miss Eunchae. I was only….”
“Hic! Please…! Please delete them…. I want to go back. I want to go back to how it was…! I just want to be an idol…! I just want to stand on stage…! Why…!”
Even listening from the next stall, my gut twisted enough to make me want to vomit. Any human being. Any person watching a girl scream in front of them. Wouldn’t they be satisfied by now and stop?
“Hic!! Hic…! Hic!”
“……Miss Eunchae.”
Guilt must have wound around him, too. Baek Pan-su couldn’t find more words. Neither could I. Knowing I’d had a hand in reducing her to this, I couldn’t force a single sound past my lips. I just swallowed it down in silence. And all that time, I hadn’t even known…….
“Hic……. Hic…….”
“Miss Eunchae.”
Baek Pan-su called her name. At the sound of it, the sobbing stopped.
“Haa…….”
He let out a long breath. His voice was almost serious. He let a beat of silence hang, then opened his mouth again.
“……Next, you’ll meet with Executive Director Bu Ra-jang on Tuesday evening. Keheheheheh…!!”
I couldn’t bear to hear any more of Eunchae’s despair-soaked scream. I covered my ears.
After Eunchae left the bathroom with Baek Pan-su, I waited a little longer before I finally opened my own stall door. I went to the sink and looked at my face. I was smiling through tears. Why I was smiling, I couldn’t say. Had I gone insane?
I looked into the stall where Eunchae had been. Pale yellow piss still pooled on the floor. It looked so much like the despair she’d spilled that I couldn’t bring myself to keep staring.
I checked my phone. Several messages were waiting.
Harin’s messages had kept coming every ten minutes. And the most recent ones were from Eunchae herself.
I knew asking why would have been the natural reply. But if I did, I was sure it would only drive Eunchae deeper into despair.
That was all I sent. Then I quietly left the bathroom.
A short way down the hall, some man was standing there.
“Heh! Heheheh!!”
Giggling at his phone. What the hell was this guy…….
Ah. Our eyes met.
“Hey…! Hey! Wait!”
The second the words left my mouth, the man bolted down the corridor and vanished. I couldn’t even give chase.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Those footsteps felt familiar. The same ones I’d heard earlier—from inside the bathroom. ……Don’t tell me. He’d come into the bathroom, left… and then waited until we came out……?
A fresh wave of unease began to close around me.