Episode 35: I Became the Idol Exposed on Music Broadcasting (7)
I had a dream once.
It came back to me on a night like any other. The conversation I had shared with Harin about it.
“What is the PD’s dream?”
“My dream? Are you asking what my dream is?”
“Yes.”
We were talking after I had driven Harin home from the dorm long after practice had ended.
“First, I want to become an idol whose name people will remember.”
“An idol people will remember?”
“Of course getting first place or winning awards or having lots of fans is great, but I want someone who stays in people’s memories long after. An idol who lingers.”
“...I’m kind of the same.”
“You too, PD?”
“Of course I want the awards and the stages too, but... I want people to immediately think of Sepia and that idol when they hear the name. A star who shines for a moment and vanishes? There are too many of those. Even more who never manage to shine at all.”
“...That’s true.”
“That’s why I stubbornly insisted we keep the same concept for this album. Honestly... if we were only thinking about profit, switching concepts would be better.”
“A sexy concept? I heard about it. The director mentioned it in a meeting.”
“...What do you think?”
“I’ll do whatever you say. But... I don’t know if the fans who love our current pure and innocent concept for Sepia will accept it.”
“That’s true.”
“So when you said we were keeping the concept even for our fourth album, I was honestly happy. That’s why I worked so hard on the lyrics too.”
“The lyrics are really good. The people who wanted to change the concept in the meeting listened to the sample and it all clicked.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Some people were wondering what the title White Gift meant.”
“...I-I can’t say. It’s the writer’s hidden intention. You agreed not to ask anymore.”
“Got it, got it. Writer-nim. I understand.”
“............Haah. I hope the album... turns out well.”
“...It will.”
We had confirmed it then.
That we were chasing the same dream.
After months of recording, practicing, dancing, filming, and preparing, we poured our dream into the album we had made.
But.
The song we prepared like that was right now—
“Kyaa! It hurts when you hit it... ♡”
“You want me not to hit it while waving this big thing right in front of your eyes?”
Slap! Slap slap!
“S-Singing along to the song... is cheating... ♡”
“Why? I didn’t put on a song to make you sing along? This is the perfect background music. See?”
Slap! Slap!
“Hng♡! Uh... haa♡!”
The sound of hitting Harin’s ass kept matching the beat of the song.
In the song, Sepia’s voice was completely drowned out by Harin’s moans and no longer audible.
“PD-nim... ♡ You’ll give me a gift... ♡ Won’t you, Harin... ♡ The white gift... ♡”
“Kkakak... If I’m getting this begging while shaking my ass, I might not be able to refuse.”
“Huuut! Uhuhu... ♡. L-Lightly... ♡ Touch it for me... ♡”
“Kkakak... Where do you want touched? Here? Or here?”
“Hng♡ There... ♡ Yeah, yeah... ♡ I like there ♡ Right there ♡”
“You’re crazy about it being wide open for something to be pushed inside.”
“I-It feels good... ♡ Because it feels good... ♡ Hehe... ♡”
“You like this? You like this?”
“Huuuuut... ♡!? That one’s a bit dirty... ♡”
“Kkak... You’ll know when I sniff it.”
Wha...?
Harin’s voice was also tinged with panic.
“...N-No? W-Wait a second! M-My, my smell is...! My smell is...!”
“Huh? Why are you acting all weird suddenly.”
“I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...! My smell is... It’s a bit too much for you to take, PD-nim. That’s why... I’m sorry. I haven’t bathed since the crack of dawn. I was sweating on stage...!”
“That smell is good. Kkak... You really don’t know anything, do you.”
“...Huh? Huuuuut♡!?”
Swish. Swish. Swish.
The sound of inhaling deeply continued.
“That one... really is dirty... PD, PD-nim.”
“Swish. Haah. Swhish...”
“PD, PD-nim...? Please don’t smell the ass part... hng!”
“Swhish. Haah. Swish. Haa... This is driving me crazy.”
“...Y-Yeah...?”
“Swhish. Hwhih. It’s disgusting. So disgusting.”
“Huh... P-Please don’t say that... That there... That smell...!”
“It’s like female dog smell mixed with every other scent. Kkak... Sweat mixed with all kinds of smells...!”
“Please... Please, PD-nim.”
“Why. What’s wrong. No one is listening.”
“That’s... But it’s embarrassing...!”
“Didn’t we agree to show every embarrassing part? Is there still something you’re hiding from me?”
“...T-That...!”
“This... Swhish. Is more education still needed?”
“N-No! It’s not that... but... I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t mentally ready. I’m sorry...!”
“I’ll give you one last chance. When I’m with you. Huh? You’re supposed to let go. Do you understand that you have to say it?”
“No. I’ll remember. I’ll let go of everything. Everything... and give it all to you, PD-nim.”
“Kkak... Then do it.”
Creak.
The sound of the chair moving slightly.
I couldn’t tell exactly what position, but...
Harin was showing her most embarrassing part to Park Dong-chul without any covering.
“Harin’s here... ♡ Smell it... ♡”
“I don’t know where that is?”
“...H-Harin’s... A-anus... Smell... ♡ Even though it’s sweaty and dirty and embarrassing... ♡ I’ll spread it all for PD-nim... Smell it... ♡”
“Put your nose in and smell?”
“...Huh. Yeah. Yeah...! Put your nose, nose♡ right between Harin’s ass... ♡ Hwhhih♡♡!?”
“Swhish! Swish! Kkuh! Kk! Kk! Kk! Haah... swish!”
“Hwhih... ♡! Hwhih... ♡”
Harin had revealed the part that was even harder to show to the most precious person.
I recalled the scent of Harin from my memory.
What kind of scent did Harin have?
Even after six years right next to her, I couldn’t even remember Harin’s scent.
“Swhish! Swish! Haah, this is great... What if I just put my nose in and die? Is that okay? Harin? Huh?”
“Hwhih♡! Y-You can’t die... ♡!”
“Kk! Kk! Kkhaah... It’s a scent that makes a man hard. Eight points. Eight points. I don’t give out scores like this often, do I?”
“T-Thank you. A... haha. Harin’s ass smell... ♡ I got eight points... ♡”
“Hey. If I let the Sepia fans smell this scent, they’d be going crazy like drug addicts. Why aren’t you doing it? Huh?”
“Th-That’s... a little...!”
“What’s the name of the Sepia fandom? Ah. I don’t know. You don’t have to say. Anyway. Those shits don’t know? The ones doing direct cams or whatever... they probably can’t even smell this scent.”
“Yeah, yeah...”
Harin’s voice had grown smaller.
“...Because it’s only for PD-nim...!”
“Kkakakak! You speak so well. Then...!”
Creak.
The chair shook loudly.
Park Dong-chul had stood up.
“It’s been a while since I got fully hard. Huh? Your ass smell made me this hard. Here.”
“...Ah♡ Yeah... ♡”
“...What should I do with this?”
“Of course...!”
“Of course?”
“Using Harin’s whole body... ♡ I have to make you feel good... ♡”
“Good. Hey. I’ll stay still from now on. You figure it out.”
“...Y-Yes. PD-nim... Then... ♡”
Clack.
Swish. Swish.
I pulled out the belt and lowered my pants.
Even my underwear came off...!
“Haah!”
“Kkak... How is it? Compared to before.”
“...I-It’s bigger than that time... ♡ It’s swelling up more... ♡ It’s getting huge... ♡”
“Smell it too... No. Didn’t I smell it once before?”
“Yeah, yeah...”
“Still, I should smell it again?”
“Huh... ♡ Yes. Swhish... Kk! Kk♡ Kk♡”
“What do you think of my smell? Ah. I haven’t bathed since yesterday. Preparing for your broadcast.”
“...Pffhaah... ♡ Haah. It’s a thick smell. Thick... ♡ Male smell...!”
“It’s a shitty smell?”
“N-No... I’m manly... ♡ Wild... ♡ Smell... ♡”
“That’s what you call a shitty smell. Kkak... What can I do. Anyway, from now on I have to keep biting and sucking this scent.”
“Haah... ♡ Yeah... ♡ I like the smell... ♡ It’s addictive... ♡”
“Then... ...Hey. Come here.”
“Huh?”
“Get under here.”
...Where is he talking about?
I couldn’t guess at all.
“Under here? Should I bow and come in?”
“Yeah. Inside there. Eh. Look this way.”
Creak.
Clink. Clink.
The sound of the chair being pulled out.
“Ah... This is good. What do you think? The view from there.”
“...I-It’s kind of dark, so I can’t see well...!”
“Can’t see?”
Harin’s voice sounded strange.
It echoed like she had gone into some kind of cave.
“PD-nim’s... penis... ♡ I can see it.”
“Kkak... You know what to do, right?”
“...Yeah.”
I could guess what she had started doing.
Under the desk, Harin was—
“Uwuuh... Hwhih... Uh...!”
Harin was holding it in her mouth.
“Hwhih... Hwhehe... Ubebeeh... ♡ Lererereh... ♡”
“Kk. You’re good...?”
“Go-go... Hanny-deya... ♡ Hwhih♡ Uhuhng♡ Uhueh♡ Hwhih... ♡!”
“Then I’ll do this in between.”
In between?
That Park Dong-chul bastard was trying something again...!
At that moment.
Zi-i-ing. Zi-i-ing.
Vibration started.
...No way is Harin wearing a vibrator...!
Wait.
No vibration came from the in-ear monitors.
The vibration was coming from my body.
...My phone was vibrating in my pocket.
I carefully pulled it out and checked.
Call Received - Park Dong-chul Music Center PD
---