The Manager Waited in the Next Room (3)
“It’s white, sure… but there’s a part that’s a little different in color?”
Harin’s.
A different color…
“Ah, n-no! This is…! I mean… that…!”
“Did you maybe not change before you came over?”
“Ugh…!”
No way.
Meticulous Harin would never do that.
When I went back to the dorm to pick her up again today, everything from her clothes to her makeup had been completely changed.
Of course she’d changed her underwear too.
Which meant the color had changed after she got here.
“Th-this is…! Just. Just. A little…!”
“Nah~. Well. It happens. Why are you getting so worked up? Is it because you’re excited?”
“N-no…. Ugh…!”
I’d never seen Harin this flustered before… no, never heard her like this.
The only time I could remember was back on Valentine’s Day, when she’d given me chocolate out of pure obligation.
Why had she been flustered then?
I couldn’t remember.
“Gotta check.”
“Huh? Ah, wait…. Wait a second. What are you….”
“Why the color changed.”
“W-wait… wait. This is a little…. This doesn’t feel right…. I-I’ll just take them off. I’ll take them off, so…!”
“Aww. Taking them off right away kills the fun.”
“Ah, ahh…! Wait! Wait…. Wait a second. Your face. Move your face…!”
“Your manners are getting a little…. Ah, shit.”
“No, euk. I mean. A little…!”
“………Hey.”
Park Dong-chul’s voice dropped low.
What.
The atmosphere had turned strange.
“I play along a little and…. You’re really starting to climb all over me?”
“……!”
Fuck.
Something was dangerous.
I’d heard that voice before.
Back when I’d clung to him for days, begging him to put us on the show wherever he walked past.
That same voice he’d used when he got sick of it and told me to get lost.
Once Park Dong-chul got pissed off, he was the type to scrap everything.
Sepia’s music show appearance had gone down the drain with a single word from him back then.
This chance now was one the president himself had begged for and rebuilt from scratch.
“Ah, shit. Hey. Forget it. Put your clothes on. Put them on and get out.”
“…What?”
Harin’s voice trembled.
“I said get out. Didn’t you hear me? Hey. You know why I didn’t tell you earlier that I’d put Sepia on the show? Because I had a bad feeling. Girls like you. The ones with sky-high pride who act all expensive never know how to enjoy themselves. I was gonna cut you some slack even though you said you were a virgin, but I clearly warned you earlier not to pull away, and you still don’t fucking listen. Fuck.”
“No, th-that… I….”
“Managers, kids, all the same. Fuck. Hey. I don’t need this, so get out. Let’s not see each other’s faces at the station. Got it? There are girls lined up two laps around the parade ground begging me to put them on air. Girls who’d come running and spread their legs the second I call, and I’m supposed to put up with an attitude like yours? Fuck, you dare push my face away?”
“……Ah.”
“Sepia? Yeah. Fine. Got it. I’ll remember that real clearly. We done?”
“Ah, ah…!”
Rustling sounds came through—him gathering his things.
Park Dong-chul really seemed about to leave.
Fuck.
This wasn’t right.
Something had gone terribly wrong.
I never saw it turning out like this.
Should I have warned her more carefully about that bastard? Told Harin to listen better…?
Even if I had, there was no guarantee it would’ve been fine.
The moment the situation flipped, cold reality came crashing in.
Music Center was one of the two great mountains of music broadcasting.
If we lost the chance to appear there….
Sepia would have to disband.
Harin. Eunchae. Sarang. Se-a.
They’d all lose their dreams, give up everything, and go their separate ways.
Everything they’d lived for until now would turn into a complete waste.
They’d become nothing more than girls in their early twenties who’d accomplished nothing.
I’d have to move to another position too, or else….
My breath caught in my throat.
Harin was definitely running the same calculations I was.
She was smart, after all.
She understood better than anyone what losing this chance meant.
And she was the leader with the strongest sense of responsibility.
If Harin had been a solo singer, she never would’ve done something like this in the first place.
The reason she was here right now wasn’t for herself.
It was for Sepia.
“…I’m sorry. I’m sorry…!”
Thud.
Something dropped to the floor—someone collapsing onto their knees.
“I’m sorry. I did something rude…. Please…. Please. Forgive me just this once.”
“I said we’re done? Ah, put your clothes on.”
“No. I’ll take them off. I’ll take everything off. My panties. I’ll take my panties off. Look. The part that changed color. Look at the dirty part.”
“Ah, shit. Disgusting. Fuck, what are you shoving at me.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I’m sorry…. I’ll put them away. I’ll put the panties away. Don’t go. Please don’t go…. Please….”
“Get out of the way. I need to put my shoes on.”
Thud-thud. Footsteps.
“Don’t go. Don’t… go.”
Harin’s voice grew distant.
“Move.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll kneel and beg…. Please. Please don’t leave…. I was wrong.”
“Haa~. Give me a break.”
“I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry for treating you rudely, PD-nim. I’m sorry for daring to push your face away. I’m sorry for not doing what you wanted. I’m sorry for daring to refuse you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry….”
“…So?”
“I’ll do everything you tell me. I’ll do everything you want…. Just say the word. You can do whatever you like. Y-you can touch me anywhere, and….”
“See, I like girls who are proactive. Who read the room. Huh? Who just get it and do it themselves. How nice is that. You’re not it. Still just ‘do whatever you want~.’ That kind of attitude. Fuck, did I come here to play with dolls?”
“…Ah, …aah! Th-then.”
“I’ll call another girl over so you can watch how she does it. You’ll know the group. Even if you die and come back to life, you won’t be able to do what she does. Because of that pride of yours.”
“No! No. I can do it. I can do it better. I-I’ll be proactive!”
“No, you’re not…. Mmph.”
Her voice vanished.
Slurp. Smack. Smooch. Suck. Chu. Slurp. Smack.
……Ah.
“Haa…. A kiss. With PD-nim. A kiss. I want to… kiss.”
“Mmph…!”
Sluuurp. Smack. Chuuump. Suck. Smoooch.
The wet sounds of lips pressed together and tongues moving continued for a long while.
Park Dong-chul’s scolding voice was gone.
Harin’s pitiful voice was gone too.
Only the desperate working of Harin’s tongue remained—trying by any means to make him taste her lips.
“Mmm…. Mmph. Smack. Mmm…. Ebeh….”
Slurp. Smack. Slurp. Suck.
“Hmph…. I gave PD-nim my first kiss…. I like kissing. I’m so happy…. …Hmph.”
Smooch. Peck. Peck. Slurp. Smack.
“…Do you want to touch my chest? No, please touch it…. No, I’ll rub it for you…. Mmm…. Your hand here…. Yes. Euk…!”
“…….”
“Sepia’s leader Harin’s F-cup breasts. I’ll rub them against PD-nim’s hands…. H-how is it…? Are my breasts soft…?”
“…….”
Park Dong-chul hadn’t said a word for a while.
I had no idea what expression he was making.
Even so, Harin kept pouring out aegyo toward the completely unresponsive Park Dong-chul.
Aegyo.
Harin had always been the farthest thing from aegyo.
People often said she was too serious and no fun.
Her blunt way of speaking had gotten her misunderstood more than once.
Even with me, she’d never once… done anything like aegyo.
The closest thing to intimacy between us had been the rare times she opened up a little and talked about what was on her mind.
That was just who Harin was.
The only way she knew how to express herself.
I’d understood and accepted it.
And that Harin.
My Harin was….
“Mmm…. Mmph. Chuuump. PD-nim, kiss…. Mm. My butt too, your hand. Yes. Squeeze it tight…. Hmm. Mmph. Mmph. Chuuump. Smack….”
Ahh.
Ahhhhhh.
“How’s my butt? Soft? Does the skin feel nice? Hmm. …Yes. Thank you…. It’s yours, PD-nim. I’ll give you everything today….”
Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
“Ah. Hmm. Kissing…. It feels good…. Yes…. A little more…. Chuuump. Smack. Smack. Hmmmph. It tastes good…. Do Harin’s lips taste good? …Thank you.”
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
“Hmmmm. There…. Be gentle…. Ah. Euk. Euhk. Yes…. It’s my first…. Everything is my first…. Kissing. My chest. My butt. And….”
Thwack.
Thwack-thwack.
Thwackthwackthwackthwackthwackthwack.
My hand wouldn’t stop.
Harin.
HarinHarinHarinHarin.
“Thank you as always, Chief.”
“Not at all, Chief. You’re the one who works harder.”
“Good work today too, Chief.”
“Girls! Go say goodbye to the Chief before you leave.”
“Chief…. Thank you.”
Harin…….
“PD-niiim. Slurp. Harin’s. Pussy. Your hand. Heuk. Euk. Yes. Right there. I’ll. I’ll put it in. Your finger. It feels good. Yes. Euk…. It feels. It feels good. Rubbing it…. Huk. Heuuuuk…! PD-nim. I like it…!”
Thwackthwackthwackthwack. Thwack.
“Heuk.”
A sound I couldn’t hold back slipped from my throat.
The strength drained from my hand and my waist.
Even so, my hand refused to stop its meaningless motion.
Something wet spattered in front of my eyes.
Whether it was semen or tears, it was too dark to tell.
“PD-nim. Yes. On the bed. Let’s go to the bed. This way…. Yeah. Carry me while we go. Yes. One step at a time. One. Two. One. Two. Yeah. Hold my butt….”
The night still left for me stretched on far too long.