Undercover Tour
Dream Girls.
A survival program that had been riding a wave of popularity for the past two years.
Buzzing with excitement!
Season three was about to air.
That was why the front of MusicNet's broadcasting station was packed with people.
"Is there a special reason you decided to apply?"
"Yes! When I was little, I always dreamed of becoming an idol…"
They were taking ordinary applicants.
The auditions, which had been running for nearly a week, still had a long line snaking out today.
Even that process was being filmed.
At the interviewer's question, one contestant answered as if she had rehearsed it.
Cut! Cut! That one's not getting any airtime.
The PD filming it all heaved a deep sigh, and the interviewer caught on.
She hadn't been doing this job for a day or two either.
Still, they mustered up the courage to come out here…
She wanted to hear as many of the contestants' dreams as possible.
Just like the show's name, Dream Girls.
But that wasn't how it worked.
If this had been a pure singing competition, touching stories might have surfaced one after another during the interviews.
"That one, that one, that one, that one!"
"Ah."
"You know who I mean, right? You're not an idiot?"
"…I'm not an idiot."
Dream Girls was an idol discovery program.
Which meant visuals came first, above everything else.
He's telling me to look at their faces and filter them out fast.
Weed out the ones who clearly wouldn't make it, before they even got on camera.
Cruel, but from a network's perspective, there was no other way.
Filming burned through an enormous budget.
They needed high ratings just to break even.
"What made you decide to apply?"
"…"
"Excuse me, contestant?"
That was the method.
Find the contestants who would generate buzz in advance.
Then concentrate attention on them from the very start.
No wonder the PD's getting impatient.
Interviewer Lee Eunseo had been working at the network for five years.
In this line of work, you ran into them whether you wanted to or not.
The most beautiful and handsome celebrities in Korea.
They were on a completely different level from the kids you saw at clubs.
"Me?"
"Yes, contestant! Do you have a reason for joining Dream Girls, or a self-PR message for the viewers?"
"No."
"…"
The contestant standing in front of her was easily on that level.
No—looking at how little makeup she was wearing.
She doesn't seem like an ordinary civilian.
She probably knew how broadcasting worked.
And yet she was carrying herself with an indifference so complete it was almost absurd.
"Hurry! Hurry!"
If the PD behind her hadn't been pushing, she would have ignored this one herself.
Being a working professional was a curse.
"You need to say something."
"I really don't have anything."
"Then why… did you apply?"
"Good question. Why did I."
How should I know?
She wanted nothing more than to yank this girl's hair out by the roots.
The reason she couldn't wasn't just the job.
It was the sheer presence.
A height that was clearly over 170 centimeters, and an aura so strong it overwhelmed her without her even realizing it.
"Urgh!"
The PD looked ready to lose his mind.
Eyes bulging, he drew a finger across his throat.
If you don't want to get fired, get this done!
That silent pressure never failed to make her skin crawl.
And her chest is ridiculously huge, too.
Nearly a week of auditions.
Among more than a thousand contestants, this one left a uniquely striking impression.
Having met every single applicant herself, she was certain of it.
She tried one more time.
"Could you at least share a simple aspiration with the viewers?"
"An aspiration?"
"Yes!"
"I'll do it without causing too much trouble and then leave."
"…"
Not brazen, not timid—she couldn't get a read on this personality at all.
From the network's perspective, it was a headache.
They were ready to push her hard, but there was no character to latch onto, no story she was willing to share.
If she was going to be like this, why apply at all?
This is bullshit.
Sora, standing in the Dream Girls applicant line, let out a deep sigh inside.
On the outside, she couldn't show it.
The people here.
She knew each of them had a dream.
"I want to do an interview too…"
"Please, just let me make it to the main rounds."
She'd seen it on TV.
She knew how desperately each and every contestant wanted this.
So what the hell am I doing here?
An idol?
She'd never once entertained such a deranged fantasy.
She'd been shoved into this against her will, out of nowhere.
The reason was something she'd never understand without cracking open that bastard's skull and looking inside.
Better not to try. Easier on the mind.
"Next contestant, please come in~."
It would be over soon enough.
She hadn't prepared a thing.
She was going to fail the first round spectacularly and be done with it.
Click!
She pushed open the thick door and stepped inside.
Whether for soundproofing or something else, it was heavy enough that one hand barely managed it.
The judges inside were the same way.
Every single one of them was a famous singer or industry figure.
Why did I come here.
Regret washed over her.
Before she could dwell on it, the audition began.
The judge in the center pointed at her and asked.
"What does music mean to you?"
"…"
Something philosophical.
She wouldn't have been able to answer even a simple question about music knowledge, and now this.
Ah, screw it.
Sora decided to empty her head.
The more she thought about it, the more tangled it got.
She laid out her raw, unfiltered feelings.
No filter whatsoever.
"To me, music is…"
"Music is what?"
"Nothing in particular, really."
""…""
A half-assed answer.
They might get angry.
Even that, she didn't give a damn about.
Just kick me out already.
If she could just get out of this room.
She had no idea why she was even here.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Suddenly, applause rang out.
She thought for a moment it was some bizarre way of giving her a hard time—
"Nothing, you say?"
"That's right. Nothing at all."
"I must have reached that level in my mid-thirties? I remember it as a time of serious wandering."
""Hahaha!""
"What?"
They were spouting complete nonsense.
Whether this was some kind of comedy routine, Sora couldn't begin to understand.
As expected of the mentors! Even the ad-libs are perfect.
She didn't need to understand.
Inside the audition room.
Beyond the camera, the PD watching it all wore a satisfied smile.
In the entire run of a program, you might get one catch this big.
They had to push her to the main rounds at minimum if the show was going to be a hit.
Audition programs.
They were a trend once.
No—it wouldn't be an overstatement to say they were a sensation.
And they could have gotten even bigger.
But then came the brakes.
It wasn't just the scandals and controversies that erupted afterward.
There was something more fundamental.
"You applied too?"
"Yep."
"What's with the 'yep.'"
"Hehe."
I'd been waiting for Sora, who was presumably showing off her talents to the fullest.
A familiar face caught my eye.
Lick!
I ran into Suhyun, who was licking a piece of candy.
Looks like she'd applied for Dream Girls as well.
Kids these days, seriously.
I couldn't figure out why they were so restless.
In the short time I hadn't seen her over break, her looks had gotten even more dazzling.
"You actually trying to become an idol?"
"No no."
"Then what?"
"It's a challenge trending on Instagram."
She held up her iPhone to show me.
Seemed like she was pretty active on social media.
Doing typical kids-these-days stuff.
Even applying for Dream Girls was just because it was trending.
"Getting way more likes than usual."
"Hmm."
"Pretty girls are all trying it out at least once, just for the memory."
"And you're one of those pretty girls, I take it?"
"Obviously."
That thriving energy.
What they call SNS vibes.
Her image had changed a lot since we first met.
Well, fine by me.
Gloomy women are only good the first time.
You get that sense of conquest from teaching a guy a thing or two.
But if you want to keep eating, you need flavor.
Her polishing up her looks was something I welcomed.
"Heon-u doesn't mind?"
"How'd you know?"
"With his personality, he'd probably stress over Instagram comments too."
"Wow. Nailed it."
As a boyfriend, he couldn't help but feel that way.
Even a casual glance was enough.
.
.
.
More than a few of them crossed the line.
Having your girlfriend ogled like that wouldn't sit well with anyone.
"I actually like it."
"Because you're a pervert, oppa."
"You know me well."
"And because I've done it…"
Suhyun's slim waist.
I gripped it firmly with one hand and pressed hard with the tip of my thumb.
Around here, just below the navel—that was her weak spot.
There was a slight curve right before the end.
She loved it when I targeted that spot.
Tap!
Suhyun's switch.
I pressed it a few times, and without a word she quietly followed me into the car.
"Aren't you the one who's more jealous, oppa?"
"I'm the generous type."
"Oh my god."
She climbed onto my lap.
Then hiked her skirt up to her waist and tugged her panties slightly aside.
Thrust!
Squelch~!
With practiced skill, she greeted my cock.
The awkward position was fixed by reclining the seat back.
"Nice service."
"We have to be quick."
"Take good care of me even after you get that company job, oppa."
I pulled her slender body tight against me.
Only her lower half moved—up and down, side to side—with expert finesse.
She's picking up all the virtues of a personal secretary.
I didn't care about any other skills, honestly.
As long as she served me well.
In a way that got me hard.
Thrust! Thrust!
She used to be the type who didn't get wet easily.
But as she expanded to fit my shape and developed that well-used feel, things had changed.
The way it clings sticky and wet is so filthy.
In a tight space, it was even more efficient.
Even the slightest movement generated a lot of stimulation.
Throb!
A vaginal climax.
I came once at a moderate pace, then used the semen as lube to fill Suhyun up a second time.
I pushed it in with the head of my cock, sweeping it around so nothing leaked out.
Then I looked up at her face.
"Haa… haa… aahng…♡"
She had the face of a bitch in heat.
An expression Heon-u would almost certainly never see in his entire life.
Stoic Suhyun is cute too, but…
Honest Suhyun, enjoyed by me alone—that didn't sound bad either.
"You already did your audition, right?"
"Well… yeah."
"Think you'll pass?"
"Hard to say. The bar's pretty high."
I cleaned up the inside of the car before Sora came back.
While I was at it, I asked about something I'd been curious about.
It would be tough, yeah.
Dream Girls.
Making it to the main rounds was synonymous with breaking into terrestrial broadcast.
In other words, they didn't just pick anyone.
Even Suhyun, who would normally give a halfhearted answer, couldn't muster any confidence.
"Not me, though."
"Hm?"
"Sora was getting a lot of camera time. She might make it."
"You can tell just by looking?"
"I didn't do modeling for show, you know."
If it was Sora, she'd handle the infiltration—no, the tour—just fine.