Power & Sex, And... 06
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I decided to hear her out first. To see if there was some other way I didn't know about.
"One call from you, Congressman, and our CEO would come running with his tail between his legs. You really don't know that?"
"What kind of relationship do I have with the president of SJ Entertainment?"
"How many people in Korea have the guts to turn down a request from a congressman? Even our CEO, before he went to your office the other day, nagged me endlessly to make a good impression on you. He even had me take the same train you boarded at Daejeon Station to follow you to Busan."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"He told me to pretend we met by chance on the train and seduce you in Busan. But you were busy, and your wife was there, so I just left."
Her words were utterly absurd. I felt a surge of quiet anger at CEO Hwang Bo's scheme to send a rising idol star—who was at the peak of her popularity—to lobby a freshman congressman whose election certificate ink hadn't even dried yet with her body. But I couldn't take it out on this girl who was barely 19. From her position, she probably had no power to resist the CEO's demands.
"Aigoo, Suji, how old are you now?"
"Nineteen."
"Do you know how old I am?"
"Early thirties, right?"
"So does that sound like a reasonable story? Me, at 33, chasing after a 19-year-old girl."
"Pfft~ Is there any guy who doesn't like young girls?"
"Even if I like them young, this doesn't make sense."
"It does. In our office, most of the girls with sponsors are with guys in their forties or fifties."
"What??? Guys in their forties and fifties are dating girls as young as you?"
"It's not dating. They just have sex whenever those guys want."
"Sex too?"
"Why else would a guy help a girl if not for the sex?"
"So you're saying that's why you're offering it to me?"
"Yes. If Congressman Daddy wants me, I'll come running anywhere and give you my body. So please help me out."
She outright offered me sex in exchange for help. I was so taken aback by her boldness that I forgot what to say. After staring blankly for a while, I finally spoke.
"Suji, don't you have a boyfriend?"
"For idols like us, having a boyfriend means it's over. What guy wants a girl with a boyfriend?"
"So you haven't been with a guy yet?"
"Not exactly. I did it back in middle school, before debuting."
"……."
"That's how this industry works. Sure, some girls don't, but how can broke kids with no connections release albums and debut? The CEO introduces you to someone…."
Listening to her story suddenly made my chest tighten. What could I say to this girl, who seemed more world-weary than me at just 19? I had used Eun-mi and her background to get my congressman badge, so I had no right to judge Suji. It just saddened me that she'd learned and experienced the ugly side of the world so young. What would her parents think if they knew?
"Why'd you go quiet all of a sudden? Turned off because I've slept with other guys?"
"That's not it."
"Then because I'm too old?"
"Well, you are pretty old. Way older than me."
"See? Congressman Daddy likes 'em young too."
"No, I mean your heart's grown old, Suji. Your body's still fresh and youthful."
"So you're saying you don't want me because I'm old anyway."
"Suji. I don't know the world you live in. But if you really want to keep singing—or have to—win with your voice, not like this."
"Are you that naive, Daddy? You think the world rewards effort fairly?"
"Of course. That's obvious."
"Never!"
She called me naive. Listening to her, it felt like this 19-year-old saw through the world better than I did. I'd thought singers became stars with talent alone, but apparently not entirely.
"Is that really how it is?"
"Maybe elsewhere, but not entertainment. No matter how good your voice, without good songs from composers or a company pushing you, you can't make it. No media appearances or press interest? Forget success. You can't go it alone with just singing."
"The agency handles all that?"
"Obviously. So we line up to give our bodies to the CEO."
"That CEO sounds like a real bastard."
"No, he's not. He doesn't even demand it. But he's invested a ton, and if two girls are similar, naturally he'd favor the one he's slept with."
I was furious at CEO Hwang Bo for sending her to me, but she seemed to see it as her chance rather than get mad at him. She even viewed what was happening to her and around her as normal.
"Is there really no other way to become a popular singer?"
"How? Start my own company, beg for songs, hit up PDs to play my tracks, pay off reporters for good press? No one listens without money or connections. End up selling your body anyway, get labeled a slut, and doors slam shut. That's entertainment."
"Sounds tough, anyway."
"Exactly. So take me, Congressman, and help me out."
"I'm not shameless enough to sleep with a 19-year-old."
"Am I not attractive? Don't you wanna fuck me?"
"No. You're plenty attractive, Suji."
"Then take me. Whenever you want, I'll be there. I'm good at sex."
She got outright explicit. I felt stuck on how to navigate this, and she seemed to sense it, pulling me toward the bed. Thinking back to Jeong-ah, age wasn't the real issue—back then I was a secretary on thin ice, but now as a congressman with real power in Korea, I was just pretending to hesitate because of status.
"See? Congressman Daddy's dick is already rock hard."
Her aggressive moves had my cock throbbing hard, bulging out the front of my pants before I knew it.
"Daddy, want me to dance sexy for you?"
"No, it's fine."
"Pfft~ Other guys go crazy if I do that."
"I can help without this. I'll do my best, so let's go now."
"No way. How can I trust that? Guys say that stuff to get laid, then play dumb after. 'Who said what?'"
"No. I'll keep my word."
"Congressman Daddy, you really don't get why I asked you to a hotel? If no sex, why drag me here embarrassingly? Just fuck me when I offer."
"Your words are getting harsh, Suji."
"Fuck, are you serious? Trying to ruin us both? Without your sponsorship, my singing career's dead. Can't even get on TV, so sell out once, go ghost, then busk nights to survive. Lucky if some sucker bites. Should I just tell reporters I hooked up with you at a hotel?"
"Suji!"
"I'm not naive enough to live scared. So let's do this clean—fuck me once, push me hard, and I'll come whenever you call."
She was playing dirty. Sensing this was her last shot before rock bottom, she even threatened me. Stunned by her roughness, I didn't notice her straddle my lap, her hand gently stroking my cock.
"Daddy's packing a monster. Hope it doesn't rip me today."
My cock twitched eagerly in her hand, oblivious. Emboldened, she gripped it firmly, kneading away.
In the end, I couldn't push her hand away. She unzipped me, pulled it out past my panties—veins bulging, rock hard, throbbing up and down. Staring at it, she leaned down, tongue flicking the tip.
"Hngh!"
A gasp escaped me; my hands gripped her shoulders tight without thinking. Gaining confidence, she engulfed my shaft, bobbing her head furiously, sucking hard.
"Feels good, Daddy?"
"Yeah. Driving me crazy."
"See? You like it but pretend not. Wanna see my body?"
"……."
She sucked deep for a while, then looked up grinning. Her tongue work was mind-melting; I was already close, trying to pull away just as she stopped. At 19, she was a sex master.
She laid me on the bed, straddled me, unbuttoned my shirt with both hands, then undid my belt and yanked down my pants. I offered no resistance, lifting my hips to help. Stroking the bulge over my panties, it strained skyward like it'd tear through; she peeled them off with a twaang, her body bouncing like a tennis ball.
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