I Became an Exposed Idol on Music Broadcast (8)

What the hell is this.

Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

The phone rang on and on without end.

Fuck.

I scrambled to my feet and put as much distance between myself and the PD's office as I could. The door might have been a ways off, but the vibration—or worse, the sound of a conversation—could still carry.

Only once I was far enough away did I look at the phone again.

Bzzzz.

No sign of stopping.

"What's with this guy…? Why isn't he picking up? Don't tell me he already fell asleep?"

"Mmph…♡ Nngh…♡ Ah…♡"

The in-ear was still in range—her voice came through faintly. And with it, the wet sound of Harin sucking cock.

Why me? All of a sudden?

Does he know I was standing right outside the door?

…No. That couldn't be it.

I could answer first and figure it out after. It might genuinely be about work.

I turned the in-ear volume down.

"Hoo…"

One deep breath, then I hit the call button.

Click.

That was the end of the call. In those few short seconds, Park Dong-chul's disgusting moans had come through clear as day.

I turned the in-ear volume back up.

"…P-PD-nim…. Schlurp♡ Schluuurp♡ M-Manager… is he coming?"

"Heh heh… he'll be here soon enough."

"Th-then…!"

"If you can make me cum before Manager Jeon gets here, I'll let you meet him like nothing happened. Nngh…. But if you can't……"

"……"

"Heh heh. I don't even need to spell it out, do I? You know what I mean."

"…Yes. ……I'll do my best. PD-nim."

Schlurrrp♡ Schluurp♡ Schluuuurp♡ Schluuuck♡♡

The sound of Harin sucking cock grew even more frantic. Harder. Faster. Putting everything she had into it—I could feel it even through the in-ear.

Trying to make him finish somehow… before I arrived.

"Nngh. That's it…. Use that throat."

"P-PD-ni…♡ Mmmph♡!? Gghhk♡! Mmmmmph♡!"

Fuck.

Harin was choking, struggling for air. He was forcing her all the way down his throat… trying to finish no matter what.

Before I got there……

What was I supposed to do?

If I went late, every extra second meant more of Harin's suffering. If I went early—I couldn't even begin to guess what would happen.

I had no idea which choice was right.

But.

"Mmmph♡!? Mmph♡! Mmmmph…! Khhk! Cough! Cough!"

"Don't you dare throw up on it."

"Y-yes…! ……Mmmmmph♡♡!?"

I couldn't listen to Harin in pain any longer. I'd stalled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠long enough.

Thud-thud-thud-thud.

I deliberately let my footsteps ring out as I sprinted to the PD office door.

Knock knock knock.

"…PD-nim. It's me. Jeon Hogu, in charge of Sepia."

"……Nngh. C-come in."

She was still sucking him. The moment I opened this door, Harin would be… with Park Dong-chul.

I knew that, and still I couldn't stop.

Creeeak.

I opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind me.

Across the room, Park Dong-chul was watching me from behind his desk. Harin was nowhere in sight.

I bowed at a full ninety degrees without a word, then walked toward the desk.

On top of it sat Harin's pink panties.

"Have a seat."

"…Ah, yes."

I carefully sat on the reception sofa arranged in front of Park Dong-chul's desk. My eyes kept searching for Harin—but the closer I got to the desk, the less I needed to look.

Shhhk. Shhk.

Squish-squish-squish♡ Schlick-schlick♡

……You could hear everything.

Anyone sitting in this seat would have to be deaf not to notice.

Schlurrrp♡ Schluurp♡ Schluuuurp♡ Schlurrr…♡

In the quiet room, the wet sounds of spit and sucking filled the air. Whatever music had been masking the noise earlier, Park Dong-chul had already turned it off. The only background track left in this room was the sound of a cock being sucked.

"Nngh…. Ah. Manager Jeon. You got here early."

"……Yes."

Park Dong-chul wasn't even trying to hide it—his face kept shifting with open pleasure. The moans that slipped out now and then showed no effort at concealment whatsoever.

He was enjoying this. This bastard.

Enjoying the situation itself.

My gaze dropped to the gap under Park Dong-chul's desk. Through the slightly open space below, I could see a pair of discarded shoes and socks. I didn't need to dig through my memory to know they were Harin's.

…I never thought I'd see it with my own eyes.

Harin like this……

"I… nngh. It's nothing major. Just… nngh! Something I wanted to discuss with you…."

"……Yes."

Schlurrrp♡ Schluuurp♡ Schluurp♡

One of Park Dong-chul's hands was under the desk. It looked like he was pressing down on Harin's head.

"Sepia…. Nngh. There was a bit of an incident today, but. Hahh…. The response isn't bad. The fancam views…… nngh. Higher than Peerless…."

"Is that so?"

"'Is that so?' Come on, man. You ought to be checking your own group's broadcast reactions the second they drop. Nngh."

I should have been doing exactly that until a moment ago… but I'd been in the station hallway jerking off instead.

"I'm sorry. I was driving…."

"No need to apologize. Nngh…. Hahh…. So here's the thing. …Hah. I've got a few sponsors I know."

"…Sponsors?"

The world in front of me went hazy.

It wasn't that I didn't know what that word meant. I knew it far too well.

"Well, with all the years you've put in broadcasting… nngh. You know how it works, Manager Jeon. Don't you?"

"……That's right."

"I've got plenty of connections myself. Nngh. And they're already howling at me after watching the broadcast—begging me to introduce them. Hah. Not just one or two, either."

"……"

"……So? What do you say, Manager Jeon?"

"…That's……"

"What's there to think about, man? Hahh…. Huh? When an opportunity like this comes along, you grab it on the spot."

The words wouldn't come. Beyond any calculation of pros and cons, despair arrived first.

…It was finally here.

"These guys, too. Haaahh…. Ah, right there—good. Yeah. Ah. These guys have picky tastes. Nngh. You bring them some ordinary bitch and they won't even touch her. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Huh?"

"……"

"It's only because Sepia looked good on today's broadcast that they're swarming. Without that, the offers ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wouldn't even come in, you know?"

"……"

"That's how solid these people are…. Nngh. Huh? And they'll pay well. Not just the company… personal bonuses for the members, plus spending money for you, Manager Jeon. Not a bad deal, right? I know better than anyone how those kids are scraping by with no money. Heh heh…… nngh."

"………"

"So. What do you say. Want to give it a try. Nnngh…."

Schlurrrp♡ Schluurp-schluurp-schluurp-schluurp-schluurp♡♡

The frantic sound of cock-sucking flooded the inside of my head while I tried to think.

…Of course.

Of course I had to refuse.

This had nothing to do with the company. It wouldn't help the company's finances, and it wouldn't help Sepia succeed. A pure cash-for-bodies arrangement. Private sponsorship kept secret from the company.

In other words: sell the Sepia members' bodies for money.

Turn the kids into whores.

"Of course we'll keep it quiet. These things happen all the time—has any of it ever hit the press even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠once? Do people actually know? Nothing but rumors. No way for anyone to find out. Sepia takes some money. Huh? They tough it out for a day or two. Hell, it's not even tough if they enjoy it together. Then they shut their mouths and go right back to idol work. How great is that? Use the money to buy whatever they want."

"……Th…"

"The Sepia kids will like it too, you know? The sponsorship amounts we're talking about are on a completely different level."

"……What?"

"A one-night starts at ten million won, minimum. Heh heh…. Insane money, right? At that rate. You know what I mean, Manager Jeon?"

Ten million……

Money I could only scrape together by working myself to the bone for a full year and saving every last won. For members who still hadn't even finished paying off their debts, it was an even more unthinkable sum.

"Well, it varies a bit depending on the conditions and who shows up……. But looking at the reaction right now, in about two days each of the Sepia kids could walk away with a mid-size car each? And you'd pocket two months' salary as spending money yourself."

Even knowing exactly what would happen, the money was large enough to make me waver.

What was I supposed to do?

Would the kids accept this?

And if they didn't… what would they say to me?

I couldn't get a handle on any of it.

Sepia still hadn't received a settlement. That meant that compared to what the company had invested to build them, the money Sepia had earned through four comebacks still wasn't enough. These kids had poured their teens and early twenties into this work and still hadn't made a single won.

To kids like that… more than ten million won……

That was why I couldn't give a rash answer. If I refused, I might even get blamed for turning it down.

"……PD-nim."

What was I supposed to do?

What answer was I supposed to give?

I opened my mouth without having reached any clear conclusion.

"About the sponsorship you mentioned……"

One thing was certain.

Schluuuck♡ Schluuuurp♡ Schlurrrp♡♡

Everything I said would also reach Harin under the desk.

"Our Sepia is…………"