Soomin's tablet pinged with notifications as the fan service stream shattered another record, but her mind was already on the next payout. 'Ji-eun, you're a goldmine,' she purred, dragging the exhausted idol back to the agency van after the arena emptied. Ji-eun slumped against the seat, cum drying in crusty patches on her skin, her holes throbbing from the relentless gangbang. 'Rest up. We've got a private gig tomorrow. High-profile. You'll love it.' Ji-eun's whisper was broken: 'Please... no more.' Soomin laughed, snapping a quick photo for the agency's 'merch' archive. 'This one's special. A fellow idol—Min-joon, the king of K-pop. He's hosting a dinner for his elite circle. And he wants you as the centerpiece.'