The Manager Waited in the Next Room (6)

"Yes, Manager. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Yes.... He says to come to the parking garage. Yes. No, come out a little early.... By seven-thirty, he says. Yes. Yes.... See you in a bit."

I hung up Harin's call and quietly opened the door.

[1107]

I brushed past it on my way to the elevator, then stopped.

[1106]

Harin was still inside that room.

The Harin who had spent the entire night having sex with Park Dong-chul, the Harin who had lost her virginity, was still in there.

A faint sound leaked out from within.

Wiiiiing—.

A hair dryer.

It was the sound that proved she had spent the night in that room.

It had to be Harin.

Park Dong-chul didn't seem the type to wash up.

Harin, stepping out of the shower naked and drying her hair right in front of a man.

The thought alone made my stomach turn, yet at the same time my cock stirred hard again.

There was no way to relieve this desire.

I swallowed once and pressed the elevator button.

Harin would think I was coming from somewhere else.

There were a few things I needed to prepare first.

I changed into the spare clothes I'd left in the car and picked up a few simple snacks from the convenience store.

Then I sat in the driver's seat and waited endlessly for Harin.

When the clock hit exactly seven-thirty, her call came again.

"Ah, Manager.... Where are you?"

"Underground parking. Waiting."

"Then... could you come over this way? The PD wants to see you.... Near the parking exit. The red car."

"Got it."

I hung up, grabbed the plastic bag, and walked to the spot she'd described.

A glaringly conspicuous red foreign car sat there with the engine running.

...A Cheetah. 2022 model, was it?

Even if I saved every won I'd earned over six years of barely breathing, I still couldn't have bought that car.

Beside it stood a man and a woman, looking for all the world like a couple.

Park Dong-chul and Harin.

Park Dong-chul spotted me and waved.

"Hey! Manager Jeon! Feels like forever since I last saw you."

"Yes, PD.... Ah."

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Park Dong-chul slipped an arm around Harin's waist and busily kneaded her ass through her jeans.

"......"

Harin simply stood there, both hands clenched tight around the convenience-store bag from yesterday.

She made no move to push away the hand groping her backside.

Cap, sunglasses, mask—her face was completely covered, yet I could still picture the expression underneath.

"Sleep well? Morning."

"Yes, PD.... Hope you had a good night."

"Of course. It was great. Right?"

Tap tap.

He patted her ass, and Harin parted her lips in a low voice.

"......Yes."

Park Dong-chul stroked her hair and whispered into her ear.

"What part felt good? Say it once."

"H-here...?"

"Yeah."

"......With the PD.... Doing it.... It felt good."

"Doing what?"

"S-s-sex.... We had sex."

Ahh....

Fuck. Now he was making her say it right out in the open....

I clenched my fists, but there was nothing I could do.

Harin couldn't lift her head properly.

I couldn't bring myself to look straight at her either.

"Ah, right. The promise. That's why I called Manager Jeon over."

"Yes?"

"Next week's Music Center recording. Sepia's going on. Title track from the new album, right?"

"Ah. Yes. That's correct."

"I'm a man who keeps his promises real well. Our Harin too.... No need to worry."

...Our Harin, he said.

Yet Harin only bowed her head toward the PD.

"...Thank you so much, PD."

"Nah~. It's 'cause Harin did such a good job. Huh? Whoa~. She was fucking incredible, I'm telling you. Huh? Manager Jeon. How can you leave merchandise like this sitting around unused?"

He kept kneading her ass, showing her off like she already belonged to him.

"......"

"Anyway, see you at the station next week. We'll be working then. Ah. How many girls in Sepia?"

Why ask that all of a sudden?

Something felt off.

"Four members."

"Four? That so? Hmm.... Got it. Ah. Do the others know about this?"

Fuck. Don't tell me.

Before I could answer, Harin spoke first.

"...O-only me. The others... don't know."

"That so...? Hmm. No minors in there?"

He meant underage girls.

The reason he was asking was obvious.

"...None. All of them... are adults."

"Kekeke. Perfect timing. Real nice. Back in the day maybe, but these days touching a minor'll get you in deep shit~. Even I've got lines I don't cross. That's me."

"......"

"......"

Neither of us could say a word to the bullshit pouring out of Park Dong-chul's mouth.

All we could do was pray he wouldn't lay a hand on the other Sepia members.

Harin was thinking the same thing.

"...PD. I'll.... I'll work even harder...."

"Huh? That goes without saying. Just do it exactly like last night—no more, no less. Huh? Whoa~. Can't really spell it out for Manager Jeon in detail, can I."

"Ugh......"

"Ah. I could just show him, right?"

The moment Park Dong-chul said that, Harin nodded as if she understood.

Show him what?

Harin carefully held out the convenience-store plastic bag she'd been clutching.

I had a bag of my own—breakfast for the two of us.

Bread, yogurt, even the strawberry milk she loved most.

The bag in Harin's hands.... That had to be the snacks she'd bought yesterday.... Leftovers?

"Giving it to me?"

".........Please... look...."

Her voice shrank in a way that wasn't like her at all.

Look? Not give?

The wording felt strange.

I gently took the bag she offered.

When I opened it, the first thing I saw was white.

A crumpled scrap of fabric.

"What is this...... Ah."

The faint frill pattern on the cloth.

And the parts that had turned slightly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yellow told me everything.

These were panties.

The panties Harin had worn here yesterday.

She was giving them to me...?

More than that.

Harin had never packed spare underwear.

Which meant right now, under her jeans....

My eyes drifted naturally to her hips. Park Dong-chul was still groping her ass every which way.

Underneath—bare skin....

"How about it, Manager Jeon. Like your present?"

"......"

I had no idea what to say.

"Kekeke.... That. Our Harin. Said she wanted to show off to Manager Jeon, so she brought it."

"......What?"

Harin did?

I looked at her, but she neither confirmed nor denied it.

If it were a lie she would have shot it down right away. Harin gave no reaction at all.

"Come on. Gotta say it, right? What happened last night.... Hear it straight from Harin."

"......Ah."

Harin stepped in front of me.

The scent of hotel body wash drifted off her.

Her chest somehow looked even fuller than yesterday.

Her ass noticeably swollen.

And underneath—not a single pair of panties....

Harin lowered her mask just a little, revealing her small lips.

The same lips that had kissed Park Dong-chul last night, the same lips that had taken his cock.

"...Manager."

She called me.

"......Harin."

"Yesterday.... After you left, Manager.... Me and the PD went into the room. Then.... We k-kissed.... Took off our clothes.... And I put the PD's c-cock... in my mouth...."

"......"

Harin kept talking without even lifting her head properly.

"I licked his cock with my mouth.... And swallowed his cum too.... The PD also sucked on my breasts... and my p-p-p...."

"Pussy. Speak properly, Harin. Kekeke...."

Behind her, Park Dong-chul grinned wide enough to show his teeth.

"He... sucked my pussy too...."

Ahh.

I had no idea why Harin was suddenly saying all this.

I didn't want to hear it from her mouth.

I wanted to clamp my hand over her lips and shut her up.

But.

My hands wouldn't move.

The only thing moving was the cock inside my pants.

"Then.... The PD put his cock... inside me.... And I offered him my virginity...."

Everything Harin had done yesterday flashed through my mind.

Even the moans and breathing she'd let out back then came back to me.

"A-after he came once.... When I kissed the PD.... He got hard again... so he did me one more time...."

I already knew.

"......"

"After that I turned around.... And stuck my ass out for the PD.... He spread my ass cheeks.... Licked my pussy... and my ass...hole too.... And after that again......"

I had heard every bit of it.

I knew exactly how she had been taken.

"After that too.... We kissed again... touched each other more... and whenever the PD's cock got hard again... we did it again.... All night long."

I knew every moan she had made.

Every word she had used to seduce him.

Harin's words and the moans from my memory blended together.

My cock... swelled larger than it ever had in my entire life.

Even so, nothing showed through my pants.

"So this.... I'm showing it to you, Manager. Proof of what the PD and I did together yesterday."

Proof......?

I looked into the plastic bag again.

This time I saw something else I had missed before.

Mixed in with Harin's panties—something translucent.

I knew exactly what it was.

0.01 mm ultra-thin studded strawberry-flavored condoms.

Four of them, no less.

"Harin must've done one hell of a job for that to happen. Thought my back was gonna give out. Thanks to her I finally got to empty my balls properly after ages. Appreciate it, Manager Jeon."

"......"

I just stared silently into the bag.

Semen that had leaked from the condoms was soaking into Harin's panties.

The rising fishy stench drowned out even the scent of Harin standing right beside me.

"...Ugh!"

My body trembled.

Hearing the words Harin had spoken and seeing the results of them.

My teeth ground together and tears threatened to spill.

At the same time my cock ached endlessly.

Rage and arousal tangled into some unnameable emotion that wrapped around me completely.

"Manager Jeon."

"......Yes."

I looked at Park Dong-chul. The same lecherous glint he'd had the first time he saw Harin flickered across his eyes.

"Looks like... the present didn't really hit the spot...?"

Ahh. You fucking bastard.

Park Dong-chul's used condoms and Harin's panties soaked in his cum.

Even while holding them, the only words I could manage were these.

"Not at all, PD."

I bowed politely at the waist toward Park Dong-chul.

"Thank you... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for the precious gift."

Thank you for fucking Harin.

That was all I could say.

That was everything I was capable of.