Chapter 42
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: The One Who Laughs Last...(9)
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Found him.
I ended up finding him last, of all places...
The third conference room, now being used as a storage shed.
I spotted air conditioning blowing from inside and knew right away it was here.
"......"
Still, just to be sure, I checked.
I peeked through the door and saw who it was.
Go Min-cheol.
'What a guy...'
Or maybe it was the company that was impressive?
I never would've guessed, but Go Min-cheol was staring at his phone, jerking off.
'Maybe in this company, the weird ones are the people who don't have sex?'
That was the kind of thought it sparked.
And right now was no exception.
No matter how deserted the place was, he was going at it so blatantly that I could see his dick through the door.
'Always such a disappointing dick, no matter when I see it.'
Compared to Han Nam-do's, anyway.
Han Nam-do's cock was the kind women went crazy for.
And his body was incredible too.
He was handsome.
His technique was top-notch, and his personality had that bad-boy charm that could make any woman fall head over heels.
Go Min-cheol, on the other hand...
'Pathetic. So pathetic.'
Hiding alone in an empty conference room, jerking off to his phone.
'Well, works out perfectly for me.'
In that state, I figured I could get what I wanted even easier.
"Min-cheol, whatcha looking at while you stroke it?"
"H-Huh?! Hngh! Ngh!"
What kind of reaction does a guy give when he's caught mid happy time?
Go Min-cheol demonstrated it better than anyone.
Wow, this was fun.
"Y-You! How the hell are you here? No, why...!"
"Why do you think? You ignored my texts."
"W-What are you talking about?"
This guy should never try acting.
His face and body language gave everything away.
At this point, maybe I didn't even need to try—I could get the answers I wanted.
"Ah, no need to tuck the dick away. We're past that, right?"
"Past that my ass!"
"Come on, for real. We've done everything already—what's a little peek? More importantly, what were you stroking to...?"
I quickly checked his phone screen and let out a hollow laugh.
"......"
The jerk-off material he'd been using was a photo I'd taken while sucking his dick.
'Oh yeah. Guys who've been fucked by me can't get it up for anyone else, huh?'
It made sense, in a way.
Why did it feel so pitiful and hilarious?
"Guess I was that good, huh, my sweet Min-cheol? Jerking off to my picture like this. And in a conference room where someone might walk in."
"B-Bullshit... I don't like you at all, you bitch. It's just circumstan—"
Seemed like Go Min-cheol didn't even know the exact reason for his erectile dysfunction.
He probably had a vague idea it was because of me.
But he couldn't tell if it was the succubus effect or just psychological trauma.
Well, that was natural enough.
I wouldn't know if he didn't tell me.
Even I wouldn't have known without Han Nam-do explaining it.
That I had that kind of power.
"Whatever. Must suck to stop right when you're worked up. Want me to help? Not with the photo—with the real thing."
"Hngh, hah...!"
He'd been deep in the groove of jerking off.
Go Min-cheol's dick was rock-hard, glistening with pre-cum.
I ran my finger along it.
Just that had him twitching his hips, face twisted in ecstasy.
"How's that, Min-cheol? Feels good? These fingers you've been dreaming of. My slender fingers slowly caressing your dick right now. Even tapping the head."
I wasn't sure if it was because I was a succubus.
But playing with a guy's dick like this was more fun than I'd expected.
Like fiddling with a toy, almost.
Plus, watching his reactions was a thrill.
"Hngh, hah!"
"Feels good, right? My fingers are so soft and delicate. Of course it'd feel amazing having them stroke your cock. You wanna blow a huge load, don't you? Cover my hand in your cum, dirty me up. Yeah?"
"Ngh, grrr...!"
He didn't answer.
But the way he left his dick in my hand said it all.
More than that, his cock getting even harder spoke for him.
However.
"Nope. Can't let you cum for free like that."
"What...? You crazy bitch, really..."
"Why? You wanna cum so bad. Sucks that I stopped, huh? But you don't wanna push me away either. Just having me hold it feels so good."
"Hngh......"
I stroked Go Min-cheol's dick tenderly, carefully.
Every time my thumb rubbed the sensitive spot under the head, he predictably bucked his hips and let out a soft moan.
"Don't worry too much, Min-cheol. Answer a few questions, and I'll give you more than just my hands today. Mouth and tits are a given, right?"
"Y-You pervert... How the hell does a slut like you get to be an idol? Hngh."
"Says the guy who told me to spread my legs if I wanted to be a trainee."
I pouted.
"Besides, you like perverts. Don't you?"
"Guh!"
Go Min-cheol couldn't deny it.
"Alright, then. A few questions."
I made sure he couldn't think of anything else.
I dripped saliva onto his dick, then stroked it even more lewdly, more pleasurably.
"Hnnngh, hah!"
Go Min-cheol started shaking his hips like he was about to cum any second.
"Uh-uh, no."
I clamped down hard on the base of his shaft.
No way for the cum to rise like that.
Guys hate when that happens.
"Wanna shoot your load all nice and easy? Answer my questions first. You and President Jeong Byeong-in—are you scheming against me right now, or not?"
"Hah... You think I'll answer that? Hngh, just fuck off already. No matter what you do, hngh, you won't get the answers you want from me."
"Hmm."
Tougher nut to crack than I thought.
His attitude alone told me he'd talked to President Jeong Byeong-in about something.
But that wasn't enough.
"Some guy showed up as our temporary manager. Was that your doing?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Even if it was, you think I'd tell you? Heh."
No shake in his expression.
He'd been ready to sell his soul to me moments ago.
Now he'd regained his poker face.
He must've pictured President Jeong Byeong-in in his head.
'Means the president's that scary to him.'
His fear of the boss was keeping him rational in this situation.
"Quit with the paranoid bullshit. Yeah, I might look like trash. But the president wouldn't do that. We're all family in the same agency, right? Why would we need to scheme against you? Come on, people shouldn't be so suspicious of everything."
"......"
"The manager thing too. He just wants you girls to focus on debut prep, so he assigned a temp. And you jump to suspicions. You gonna last in this industry like that? You'll end up in a psych ward first, you bitch."
His words hit home, and I faltered for a second.
Especially since I'd been agonizing over it.
'Is Ahn Tae-ho legit not the issue?'
And maybe Go Min-cheol and Jeong Byeong-in weren't scheming either.
It could all be my imagination.
'From the company's side, as long as we succeed, they make bank too. No reason to sabotage.'
We had a buzzy new member.
Great choreographer, great song—we were prepping diligently.
Would any agency head tank that themselves?
'...But the shit I've seen here is too shocking to brush off.'
This place was the Serengeti.
Not humans—a company of beasts.
Thinking logically here was the dumb move.
'One slip, and your throat gets ripped out by a surprise attack.'
Especially Jeong Byeong-in—a lion in hyena skin.
I couldn't let my guard down, or he'd bite my neck somehow.
"......"
I glanced at Go Min-cheol's face.
Uncharacteristically resolute.
I was sure no torture would make him spill now.
'No choice, then.'
I shrugged.
Didn't need to agonize long anyway.
I'd planned to fuck him again for a refresh anyway.
Just using that a bit.
"Min-cheol, ever hear the story of the North Wind and the Sun?"
"North Wind and the Sun? Pfft, who hasn't? The harsh wind couldn't strip the traveler, but the warm sun did."
"Exactly. You know it well. That's what I'm gonna do now."
"What? What the hell are you— Hnnngh!"
Go Min-cheol, tilting his head, could only moan and buck as I went from gripping his cock to stop the cum...
...to dripping more spit and licking it all over with my tongue.
"Lick lick. How's it feel? My face this close to your stinky, filthy dick after so long? Mmm, smell that musk. Lick... Ahh."
"Hnnngh, hah! Ngh, nngh...!"
"Even my breath makes you shiver. Hehe, like this? Love me sniffing your dirty cock? Want me to rub my nose on it too?"
"Hah, fuck, you fucking... Hnnngh."
"Cursing me out while you wanna cum, huh? Did you do that jerking to my pic too? Cursing me the whole time? Go ahead, curse away. I love hearing it."
"S-Stop... Ngh."
Even now, Go Min-cheol wanted to escape more than cum.
'Damn, impressive.'
Not Go Min-cheol—Jeong Byeong-in, for pushing him this far.
A succubus dead set on seduction, and he still wanted out? That fear ran deep.
'Fair enough. Even I've felt chills talking to the guy—not once or twice.'
If he haunted my dreams, I'd scream loudest.
"What do you mean stop? Your dick's this hard... You wanna cum right now. In my mouth, on my face... Cover me in your load."
"N-No! Hnnngh, stop... You bitch, please, grrr."
"Come on, let's make you feel good and cum once? I'll swallow it all. Mmm, slurp, cum in my mouth. Mmm, ngh! Tastes good, mmm."
"Hnnnngh!"
That instant, his cock swelled like it would burst in my mouth.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Watching Go Min-cheol finally unload buckets into my mouth, I thought...
First, melt his brain with some pleasure.