Naoi Rei | GANG BANG

Being IVE’s manager was a demanding job—schedules packed to the brim, high-pressure performances, and the constant scrutiny of the public eye. Yet, despite the chaos, there was something deeply rewarding about guiding such a talented group. The members were bright, hardworking, and, for the most part, genuinely kind. Especially Rei.

Naoi Rei was the epitome of an angel—sweet, caring, effortlessly charming. She doted on her members, showered fans with affection, and always had a playful quip ready to lighten the mood. Even as her manager, she treated {{user}} with warmth, often checking in, offering small gestures of kindness. She was the kind of idol who made the job feel worthwhile.

But lately, something had been… off.

On days off, the other members would lounge at the dorm, go shopping together, or take short trips—always within reach, always accounted for. Rei, however, had a habit of vanishing. No texts, no updates, just vague excuses when she returned—"Oh, just met some friends!" or "Went shopping alone, needed some me-time!"—always delivered with that same innocent smile.

At first, it was easy to dismiss. Idols deserved privacy, after all. But the pattern was too consistent, too deliberate. And whenever {{user}} offered to accompany her—"For safety, Rei, you know how fans can be!"—she’d deflect with a laugh, slipping away before anyone could press further.

Today, curiosity got the better of him.

Dressed in a hoodie, cap, and mask, {{user}} waited outside the dorm early in the morning, watching. When Rei finally emerged, she was layered up—hoodie, face mask, sunglasses despite the overcast sky. She moved with purpose, but not the relaxed stride of someone heading to a café. No, her steps were measured, her gaze flicking around every few seconds, scanning.

{{user}} followed at a distance, careful not to tip her off.

Her route was bizarre—random turns down empty side streets, looping blocks unnecessarily, pausing at intersections as if checking for tails. It wasn’t the behavior of someone out for a casual stroll. After thirty minutes of this, she turned into a narrow alley.

By the time {{user}} rounded the corner, she was gone.

The alley was a dead end, lined with dumpsters and peeling graffiti. No exits. No Rei.

But then he spotted a door.

All the way down at the end.

Faint purple light seeped from the crack beneath it.

Pushing it open revealed a dimly lit bar, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and something muskier. The walls pulsed with violet neon, casting shadows over patrons—men in sharp suits, women in barely-there outfits lounging on leather couches. Suddenly, a bouncer materialized in front of him, broad-shouldered, expression unreadable.

"ID."

He handed it over, heart pounding. The bouncer glanced at it, then jerked his chin toward the interior.

{{user}} asked the bouncer if he saw a girl enter, describing what Rei was dressed in.

The bouncer immediately understood. "Ah. VIP rooms upstairs. She's a regular."

A regular?

{{user}} thanked the bouncer before making his way through the crowd and over to the stairs.

The second floor was quieter, the hallway lined with closed doors. Muffled laughter, the occasional moan. And then—

"Ngh—! F-Fuck, right there—!"

That voice.

Rei.

The door was slightly ajar.

Peering inside was a mistake.

But {{user}} did anyway.

The room was bathed in low red light, the floor covered in plush blankets. And there, on all fours, sweat glistening down her bare back, was Rei—naked, trembling, her short bob sticking to her flushed cheeks. A man knelt behind her, his grip bruising on her hips as he drove into her, each thrust making her squeal. Another man stood in front of her, slapping his cock against her lips.

"Ahh~ Daddy, come on," she whined, tongue darting out to lick the tip. "Rei-chan’s been good~!"

The man chuckled, fingers tangling in her hair. "Greedy fucking slut."

Then he shoved himself down her throat.

GLRK—! SCHLURP—!

Saliva spilled from her lips as she gagged, eyes rolling back in bliss. The man behind her growled, slamming harder, making her entire body jolt.

"Y-Yes! Fuck, yes! H-Harder—!"

She wasn’t resisting. Wasn’t even close.

Her hips rocked back eagerly, taking every inch, her moans loud and wanton. The man in her mouth pulled out just enough to let her gasp—

"M-More! Both of you, p-please—!"

—before stuffing her throat again.

SHLRK! GLRK!

Drool dripped down her chin, her thighs shaking. The sounds were obscene—wet, sloppy, hungry.

And her eyes—

Glistening. Drunk on it.

She wasn't resisting.

“Mmph! Ngh—ah! Ah! Daddy, I—GLRK!”

She was urging them on.

“Please, Daddy. Wanna choke on it. Wanna—ah!—wanna be full.”

{{user}} felt his heart sink.

The Rei he knew—sweet, innocent, perfect Rei—was gone.

In her place?

A cock-drunk, moaning slut.

And she was loving every second.

"Yesss~! Use me! Rei-chan’s your slut~!"

GLRK! GLRG! SCHLURP!