The Manager Waited in the Next Room (2)
The first thing that came through was a rough, middle-aged man's voice.
Park Dong-chul PD.
"Alright then. Shall we have our Harin give us a proper greeting one more time?"
"…Excuse me?"
"A greeting. Don't tell me that little hello earlier was all you had in you…. Haa. Do I really have to spell this out too? Manager Jeon, this guy. You ought to be handling this kind of training yourself."
"…What should I do, then?"
"Ah, well~. Nothing set in stone. So let's see a little sense, shall we? Harin's own sense. Show me how you greet someone."
"…A greeting. That's what you mean."
"That's right. A greeting. Not the 'hello, nice to meet you' kind, obviously."
"…."
Harin's voice went quiet for a moment.
I had a pretty good idea what Park Dong-chul wanted.
This bastard was the type who expected people to bow and scrape without him having to say a word.
And right now, he was demanding exactly that from Harin.
Harin was sharp enough to have figured that much out already.
A soft rustle came through—something shifting. It sounded like the scrape of Harin's jeans.
She was probably changing her posture somehow.
"…PD-nim."
"…Oh-ho."
Park Dong-chul made a low sound of appreciation.
What he was looking at that made him react like that… I had no idea.
Then Harin's trembling voice came through.
"Leader of… Sepia. Twenty-three-year-old Jin Harin…. Today, to you, PD-nim…. I will… give you my… f-first…."
"That~. What kind of first are we talking about? Can't really tell."
"…My f-first time…."
"Yeah, so. What kind of~."
"……Nnh."
Harin's words faltered, then came again.
"For the first time…. With you, PD-nim…. I will… have sex……."
My pants started to hurt again.
"Heh heh heh…. So she really is a virgin? I thought she was just saying that."
"I really am……. A virgin."
"Khh…. We'll know soon enough once I check."
Just as Park Dong-chul said.
Harin would prove with her own body that she was a virgin… no. That she had been a virgin.
"Come sit over here. Put that bag down. Gotta loosen up before we start."
"…Yes."
For a while, rustling filled the earpiece. I wondered if she'd set the bag down somewhere far away, but that didn't seem to be the case. Her voice still came through clearly.
She'd probably put it close so she could grab the condoms easily… I figured.
"So how is it?"
"Pardon?"
"Ending up doing this kind of thing with an old guy like me. How does that feel?"
"That's…."
"No, it's fine. Be honest with me."
Harin.
You can't be honest.
"I-I…. L… like… it. I like it."
"Was that honest? Really?"
"…Yes. Honestly. I… like it."
She had to be acting.
Harin always showed a little when she was acting. She was good at everything else, but acting had always been her weak spot.
I couldn't tell just from her voice whether she was performing or not….
But this one felt like acting.
It had to be… right?
"You know. I like honest kids. Whether you try to weasel out of it or not, you're going to end up doing it anyway, so why make it a hassle? Right?"
"…That's… true."
A soft brushing sound.
Something was rubbing against something else.
I couldn't place it exactly, but it was similar to the sound from earlier when Park Dong-chul and Harin had been sitting together.
"…Nnh."
"They're big."
What was big.
"Whoa~. Now this is something. You've been hiding these? Sepia has?"
"…Don't touch…."
"Hm? What?"
"N-nothing…."
"What cup are you? Hm? No. Don't tell me. I'll guess."
"…Pardon? Nnhh…!"
The sound of fabric shifting grew louder.
"Wow~. At this size, there probably isn't a single idol in the country who can compete. E? No, more like F, right?"
"……Nnh. Hah…."
"Well? Did I get it? F, right?"
"…Nnh. Y-yes…."
Harin.
F-cups….
I hadn't known.
Six years together, and I still hadn't known.
I'd guessed in my head, sure…. But I'd never gotten a straight answer from her.
"Well~. I got it right. Don't I get something? Gotta give a prize."
"Hah…. Wh-what…?"
"I got the answer right. No prize?"
"Hah, th-that's…."
"Come on. That's for Harin to figure out. Related to the question, of course."
"…Thaat……. Hah."
"Alright. Let's see what kind of prize you give me."
"……Th……. Just… a moment."
The fabric sounds stopped.
I heard footsteps, faint.
Harin must have stood up.
"Your prize……. I'll give… it to you."
A long, continuous rustle of clothes being moved—soft, then sharper, then soft again.
"Ohhh~!"
"……Your prize."
"Matching set, huh. These are white too."
"…Yes."
"Hold still a second."
"Pardon? …Nnhh!"
A sharp click.
Something unfastening.
"Pretty good, right? Undoing it one-handed."
"……Yes. But this is…."
"You did well. So you get a prize, right?"
"……Ah."
The soft brushing sounds started up again.
"……Your prize…."
"Hands down."
"Hah. Yess…."
A whisper of bare skin against air.
"Damn~. Incredible. Just incredible. Hm? These are treasures. Absolute treasures."
"Thank… you."
Ah.
Ahh.
"The shape's one thing, but the color is unreal. Kids these days are so dark, you barely see this color at her age. Same color as Harin's lips~. Exactly the same."
"Thank you……. For the compliment…."
Harin was showing them.
Her breasts…. Breasts she had never shown to anyone, laid bare.
And a forty-six-year-old man was rating the color of her nipples.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck.
Fuck……!
My pants hurt.
I undid the belt and shoved them down.
That helped a little.
But the pain didn't go away.
"Hmm~. Then next…."
"……?"
"You said you've never even had a first kiss, right?"
"…Yes."
"Then you must want to try it?"
"Th-that's…. Not something I've…."
"No~. You want to try it. Don't you?"
"Ah……."
Park Dong-chul's intent was simple.
He wanted what he wanted to come out of Harin's own mouth.
"Strange~. If it's your first, you ought to want to try it~."
"Th-th-I…. Th. I do have that… thought, but, th-other…."
"Hm?"
Other?
Other…. What.
Don't tell me—with someone else….
"N-no…. It's nothing."
"You want to try it?"
"……Yes."
"A little louder."
"I want…. To try kissing."
"With who?"
"Th……. Nnh. That's…."
Fuck.
He had to make her say it out loud….
"…With who?"
"P-PD…nim."
"And the conclusion is?"
"I want…. To kiss… with you, PD…nim…."
My hand clenched tight.
Carefully, I took hold of myself.
Harin's lips rose in my mind.
Small. Soft. That luminous pink.
The way those lips looked when she sang.
The way they looked when she pressed them to a water bottle.
The way they looked when she leaned in close to talk to me.
Every moment of those lips came flooding back.
"Is that so~?"
"Y-yes."
Ah. Fuck. No….
"I don't really feel like it, though?"
"……Pardon?"
"The thirsty one digs the well~. That's how the world works."
"Ah…."
This… fucking bastard.
This piece of shit…!
My hand moved. Faster.
Slap slap slap slap.
In my right ear, that was the only sound.
"…So?"
"I w-want to…. Hah. K-kiss with you, PD-nim…. Please… kiss me…. I'm asking……. Nnh…."
"Well, if you beg like that, what choice do I have."
"…H-no… wait—!"
A wet, greedy sound.
Slick. Wet. Smack. Smack. Slick. Wet. Wet. A long, sucking pull….
Ahh.
Ahhhhhhhhhh.
Harin's. Harin's lips.
Pressed against that filthy, pot-bellied old man's mouth.
He was devouring her lips, shoving his tongue in, licking up her spit.
Wet. Slick. A long, filthy suck. Wet. Smack. Smack. A deep pull.
"Mm…. Mph…. Mph. Hmph…!"
The sounds went on and on before finally dying down.
"Haa. Haa…. So?"
"Hah…! Wh-what."
"How was it. Your review."
"That's…. Th…."
A faint grinding of teeth came through.
There was no way Harin liked it.
If it were Harin, she would have wanted to bite his tongue clean off.
"……Hah. …I-I liked… it was… good."
Ah.
"Right?"
A soft pat. A brush of fabric.
The same sound as when he'd touched Harin's ass earlier.
Don't tell me….
"Then one more time?"
"…………Yes."
A long, wet suck. Wet. Wet. Smack. A deep pull. Smack. A soft pop.
"Hmph. Hah…. Hnnh…."
Smack. Smack. Smack….
No other sounds came through.
Only spit trading places with spit.
Only tongue tangled with tongue.
Slap slap slap slap.
My hand sped up. I felt like I was about to burst.
About to burst—and yet something inside me felt like it was tearing apart.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Mm…. Mm…. Mm…."
Harin's voice had shifted a little.
The tone had dropped.
Earlier there had been a clear note of reluctance in it.
Now there was something….
"Mm…. Mph. Mm…."
Wet. Slick. A long, rolling suck. Smack.
Something. I couldn't place it.
"Mm…. Ah……. Haa…."
"Haa…. Feels good, doesn't it?"
The sound of a held breath finally released.
A soft brush.
The sound of someone wiping their mouth layered over it.
"Nnh. ……Yes."
I wondered what Harin's face looked like right now.
That usual prim expression of hers, probably.
If the corners of her eyes were tilted up just a little, that would be perfect.
If they weren't….
If they weren't….
"Alright then."
"……?"
"Those need to come off too."
"Ah……!"
I didn't know what he meant exactly.
But Harin was already bare-chested.
Her nipples exposed to the open air, on display for that old man.
All that was left were the jeans.
"……Yes."
A metallic click….
Then the long scrape of denim—rough, coarse, nothing like the softer fabric sounds from before.
"Nnh…!"
"They're really tight. How do you even wear these? Doesn't it hurt?"
"…I-I'm fine…."
"Want a little help?"
"No, no. …I'm fine. I can do it myself…."
"Someone offers to help…. And you're turning it down?"
That bastard. …Again.
"Uh……. Yes…. Please… help me."
"Ask properly."
"P-please…. Take off… my pants…."
"Haa…. Well, if you ask like that, what can I do. Honestly. An idol who can't even get her own pants off."
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…."
Grunting mixed with the continuous scrape of denim.
"Whoa. Hold on. These are seriously tight."
"Hah…! Nnhh! Don't touch there…."
"I have to grab here if they're going to come down at all. Hold still."
"Nnh…. Nnnh. Please…!"
"Ohh~. There we go. There we go. Coming down~."
A long, sliding scrape of fabric that gradually faded.
Thud. Thud.
Two footsteps.
He must have tossed the jeans aside.
"Whew~. Worked up a sweat there."
"……Uh."
"Someone helps you out, and look at that. Kids these days really have no manners…."
"Th-thank…. Thank… you."
The soft sound of hair shifting.
Harin must have bowed her head.
Breasts bare.
Wearing nothing but her panties.
"That's more like it."
And today, Harin's panties were….
White.
"Whoa~. Look at this!"
"Ah…. Not there…!"
"You said they were white?"
……Or were they?
"Th-that's…! That's…!"
"No, they are white…. But there's a little spot that's a different color, isn't there?"