The Manager Waited in the Next Room (4)
My hands were sticky.
Dirty cum was smeared everywhere, yet I couldn’t even bring myself to wipe it away.
Strength drained from me. I wanted to rip out the earpiece jammed in my ear and hurl it across the room—but every time Harin’s voice came through, I couldn’t take my hand off my cock.
“PD… I’ll take your clothes off for you.”
My cock started aching all over again.
Harin’s voice grew louder once more.
She must have moved closer to where the crossbody bag was sitting—probably right beside the bed.
“Starting with the belt… mm…”
Click. Click. Shhhk.
The sound of a belt unbuckling.
A zipper sliding open.
Clothes being pulled down.
“Ah, the top—I’ll do it. Starting with the buttons… nngh…”
She was talking about Park Dong-chul’s dress shirt.
Naked Harin, undoing the buttons of a pot-bellied man in his forties one by one.
“…Yes. Slowly. Mmph. Kiss… haah… chuuup…”
Another kiss.
I had long since lost count of how many times they had done it.
The rustle of fabric would stop for a moment, only to be replaced by the wet sounds of mouths meeting.
Chuuup. Chuk. Churup…
“Haah… Yes. While I’m undoing them, you can… touch Harin’s chest… I’ll get everything off quickly.”
“…….”
Park Dong-chul hadn’t said a word for a while.
But I could picture the expression on his face perfectly.
That ugly, leering grin as he savored every pleading word that left Harin’s lips.
Looking down at her as she volunteered to service him.
Freely groping her precious body.
Devouring her mouth.
Taking every single one of her firsts…
“I’m taking them off now… Ah……. Hiiit!”
Suddenly Harin’s startled cry cut through.
“What. First time seeing one?”
“Ah, yes… Yes. Something like this… I’ve never seen before…”
What was she seeing for the first time?
No.
I had a pretty good idea… but I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t even want to imagine it.
“You’ve never even seen one? Aren’t you playing the innocent a little too hard?”
“I’m not… Really. It’s really the first time. Something… like this.”
“Something like this? What exactly is ‘something like this’?”
“Th-that is…”
“Say it properly. Out loud.”
“Y-your… PD’s… c-cock…”
Ahh…
Harin was embarrassed.
I could see her face turning bright red in my mind.
The only other time I’d ever seen her like that was when she gave me chocolate on Valentine’s Day.
And now she was blushing while staring at a middle-aged man’s cock.
“Cock what? I can’t hear you.”
“C-c-c… cock…”
“Hey. Is that thing your friend?”
“…Huh?”
“Is my cock your buddy? Use honorifics. Stick a ‘-nim’ on it.”
…That crazy fucking bastard Park Dong-chul.
“Ah… uh… Yes. Yes. C-Cock…-nim…”
“Kekeke…”
Park Dong-chul’s satisfied laugh came through.
I already knew he was unhinged, but making her put an honorific on his dick…
“Heh heh… So. First impressions? Say it out loud.”
“It’s… b-bigger than I thought… and thick… and the shape is a little… Ah, s-sorry. The shape is pretty. No, I mean… i-it’s cool.”
“And the smell?”
“The smell…? Ah, ugh…! Mmph…!”
That was the sound of Harin pinching her nose shut.
Don’t tell me that bastard made her…
Smell his cock…?
I searched my memory.
No matter how hard I thought, I couldn’t recall ever hearing Park Dong-chul take a shower in here. The second he walked into the room, this whole mess had started.
He’d still been wearing the same clothes he left the broadcasting station in… Which meant Park Dong-chul hadn’t washed once all day, and now he was…
“Ugh! Eu…! Uuuk…! Uweh… S-sorry! Hic…”
“Oho~? Dry heaving? Still can’t manage your expression, huh?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I-it’s because it’s my first time… I didn’t know this smell was… a f-fragrance… I’ll smell it again… I’ll smell it again…”
“I’ll let it slide this once. You’re an idol, right? Huh? Smile. Put on that pretty face. When you do fan meetings and some unwashed pig shows up in front of you, you don’t scrunch up your face, do you? Expression management. Basic skill for an entertainer, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Yes. You’re right. You’re absolutely right, PD… I’ll do it again. I’ll smell it again. PD’s Cock-nim’s fragrance… Mm. Mmph…”
Sniff. Sniff.
The sound of her inhaling.
Sniff. Sniff. Hic. Haaah…
Even deeper breaths followed.
“Haa… Haa… Hic. Ha… Ah… Haha… The fragrance… i-it smells… good.”
Her laugh was awkward.
“Is that so? Then you should smell it one more time.”
“Huh? Ah, no. That…! Hic…! Haaah…”
Sniff. Sniff. Hic. Haaaaah.
Harin was smelling the unwashed cock of a middle-aged man who hadn’t showered all day. Again.
Who the hell could keep a straight face while doing something like that?
But Harin had no choice.
“Hnn…! Haa! Haa…! Th-the fragrance. It’s so good… PD’s… cock, ah, no. Cock-nim’s… fragrance… It… s-smells like… flowers…”
“Is that really the best description you’ve got?”
“I’m sorry. That’s… all I could think of…”
“Looks like I’ve got a mountain of things to teach you. Fine. Next.”
“…Huh?”
“You’ve looked at it and smelled it. Now you have to kiss this guy too.”
I knew exactly what Park Dong-chul was pointing at when he said “this guy.”
“Auh……. Yes…”
Fuck…
Throb. Throb. Throb. Throb.
My hand started moving again.
I looked down at my swollen cock.
Throb. Throb. Every time I stroked, the head peeked out of my fist and slipped back in.
It was so hard it hurt like hell, but it was still small enough that one hand could completely cover it.
That was the truth.
My cock… was small.
Even being generous, it wasn’t average.
I had no idea how big Park Dong-chul’s was. There was no way to gauge the size.
Harin had said it was big… but this was the first erect cock she’d ever seen, so of course she would.
…Right? It had to be.
Please just don’t let it be bigger than mine. …If it is…
A gulp came through the earpiece, followed by Harin’s voice again.
“Se… Jin Harin, leader of Sepia… will now… kiss… Park Dong-chul PD’s… big… thick… veiny… Cock-nim…”
“Keh, kekeke… How big is it?”
“I… I don’t know exactly, but… it’s covering about half my face…”
…Fuck.
Harin’s face floated into my mind.
I could see the shadow of a cock covering half of it.
To cover half her face… even being conservative, it had to be three or four times the size of mine.
…Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
“I-I’ll kiss… Cock-nim…! Mmm……”
Chuuuk.
A short kissing sound.
I could picture Harin’s small lips pressing against the tip of Park Dong-chul’s unwashed cock.
“Use your tongue too.”
“Yes. Yes… Mmm…”
Chuk. Churup. Ebebebe… Tsup. Chuuup…
A different kind of wet tongue sound than before.
Harin stuck her tongue out and earnestly kissed Park Dong-chul’s cock.
Wrapping the tip with the end of her tongue.
Licking every part of the head.
Tasting the root underneath.
Leaving kiss marks all along the shaft.
“Haa… Churrup… Haa. H-how… is it? Harin’s… kiss.”
“Not bad. Three points.”
“Ah… haha… Th-thank you. I’ll… I’ll do better… Haah… Chu…”
Churrup. Churup. Chuk. Chuuuk. Chuuuuk.
Lick… lick lick…
The sounds from Harin’s lips and tongue showed no sign of stopping.
They continued until the wet, sticky noise of saliva filled the air.
Not for mine, not for anyone else’s—Harin was pouring every ounce of effort into servicing the cock of a middle-aged man she had only met today.
“This is starting to feel like a tease… Time to put it in your mouth, yeah?”
“Haah… Chuk. Y-yes…?”
“Put it in your mouth and suck. You’re not going to pretend you don’t know just because you’re a virgin, are you?”
“N-no… I’ll do my best…”
So Harin already knew everything…
Ahh—
The sound of her opening her mouth wide came through.
“PD-nim’s… Cock-nim… is going into… Harin’s mouth…”
“Good. Don’t let your teeth touch… Ugh…!”
Mmph… Mph. Uuuu…
Harin’s nasal sounds as her mouth was stuffed full of something.
“Mph. Mph. Mmph… Hic…”
Breathing sounds I didn’t even want to picture.
Harin had that bastard’s cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head with everything she had.
I couldn’t clearly imagine the expression on her face.
“Ahh~. Expression again. Huh? I told you to manage that face, didn’t I?”
“Mmph… Mph! Haaah… Heh… S-sorry……. Hehe…”
Harin smiled.
She smiled with a cock in her mouth.
That same smile I only ever saw during filming or fan meetings.
Park Dong-chul was watching it while his cock was buried between her lips.
“Hnn. Use your tongue more. Inside your mouth. Haa.”
“Heh. Heee……. Haaah… Lerrrrr…”
“Ho… You’re pretty good at this…?”
“Thank… youuu… Haah. Mph. Mmph.”
Harin’s pained nasal breathing mixed with Park Dong-chul’s disgusting moans.
Inside her mouth, his cock and her tongue must have been mixing too.
Saliva coating every inch of it, the tip of her tongue pressed against the head as she licked desperately.
Harin’s breathing—sounds I had never heard before.
Harin sucking a cock—a sight I had never seen before.
Throbthrobthrobthrob…
I wasn’t even the main character of this scene. I just sat in the dark corner of the next room, listening to the sounds, and stroked myself.
“Mmph. Mph. Haaah…!”
“Haa. Ha… Alright, I’m gonna cum once.”
“Haaah. Mph. Mmph. Mmph……?”
“Just hold on a second.”
“Mmph!! Mph…! Haaah…!?”
The sounds grew rougher.
Harin was screaming, but the cock filling her mouth muffled every cry.
Creak. Creak.
The bed creaked along with it. The sound of Harin’s hair being brushed against mixed in too.
Don’t tell me he was grabbing her by the hair…
“Haaah!! Mph…!! Mmmph……!”
Harin’s hair was being jerked around roughly.
Park Dong-chul was holding her head. Shoving his cock into her mouth.
Enjoying the soft insides of her mouth. Feeling her tongue. Making her smell it. Making her taste it. Listening to her breathing…
“Hnn. Haa… Here it comes. Swallow it all. Huh?”
“Haaah…! Hmm! Hic……!”
Gush. Gush. Gush…
The movement stopped. Only the faint sound of liquid remained.
“Hnnn… Hnn… Hnn…”
Belatedly, Harin’s breathing through her nose continued.
Even that breathing was mixed with wet, sticky sounds.
“Uuumph… Mmph…”
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
The sound of her swallowing wouldn’t stop.
It meant the amount was so massive she couldn’t get it all down in one go.
“Mmph…! Bweeeeh… Haa… Haa…”
“Huu… Hu. No. Hey. You’re spilling it.”
“S-sorryyy……. I-I’ll drink it again.”
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
“Good. That’s enough. Yeah. No—don’t wipe your lips.”
“…Huh?”
I knew exactly what was on Harin’s lips.
Park Dong-chul’s cum.
White cum clinging to the corners of Harin’s small mouth.
My cum was drying uselessly on the floor of this room.
Park Dong-chul’s cum had invaded Harin’s mouth and gone down into her stomach. What was left was stuck to her face.
“Heh heh… Don’t wipe what’s on your lips. Leave it. Until we’re done. No—until you meet your manager.”
“Ah… Th-that’s not… I can’t…”
“You can’t? Do I have to walk out again for you to get it?”
“Ah, ahh…! No. I won’t wipe it. What’s on my lips… I’ll leave it just like this… I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Ahh… Fuck.
When I see Harin tomorrow morning…
I’ll get to meet her with a middle-aged man’s cum still on her lips.
That prim face of hers, with cum smeared messily across her mouth like lipstick…
Curses rose in my throat, yet my cock only got harder. …It didn’t get any bigger, though.
“You still have to say something, don’t you?”
“……?”
“Taste review. Pretend you’re shooting a commercial and give it a try. This is all practice. Practice. What a great opportunity this is. Aren’t you grateful?”
“…Ah, ah… Yes…”
This crazy bastard was making her do every single thing imaginable.
“Um… I drank… PD’s cum…-nim. The t-texture is a little… unique. Like thin yogurt… And the taste…….”
Gulp.
Harin swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth with an awkward little laugh.
“Th-the taste…! Is so, so delicious. I’ve never eaten anything like this before… It’s a taste I’ll never forget for the rest of my life… Thank you… for letting me taste something like this, PD.”
“Keh-heh-heh-heh…! Not bad!”
Park Dong-chul was so satisfied he even started clapping.
“……Ha, haha……”
I could picture Harin’s bitter smile.
I had no idea what she was thinking right now.
I could only hope she would endure it.
“Well then… Shall we get started for real? Heh heh…”
“………Yes.”
The sound of two bodies shifting, changing positions.
The rustle of bedsheets mixed in.
It was beginning.
Harin was finally…
“Um… PD.”
“Hmm?”
Suddenly a loud noise came through the earpiece.
Rustle rustle.
That was… the sound coming from the crossbody bag.
Harin was taking something out of it.
And I knew better than anyone what it was.
“This… please.”
The condom she had bought earlier.
“……I don’t want to.”