The Ice Princess's Naked Dance
"――♬"
Under the dim lighting, Arin danced to the music.
The same choreography she had performed on stage was recreated exactly, the two scenes overlapping in my mind.
Her figure in a glittering idol outfit, dancing before countless fans, and her current form—completely naked, her small breasts jiggling cutely as she moved in front of a single fan.
The sight was surreal, almost comical, yet it was more than enough to stir a man's sexual fantasies.
With every step of the dance, her legs parted involuntarily.
The raw exposure of that area, hidden beneath clothing before, now revealed in its naked state, carried an unintended vulgarity.
The lines of her flesh-colored body seemed to plead for a man's recognition of her allure.
Naturally, my gaze was drawn between her legs.
Her petite frame meant little sway to her labia, but each time she arched her back, the soft pink inner walls peeked out teasingly.
That secrecy was far more arousing than outright display. My cock had been hard for a long time.
"Haa…"
The person in question had no idea her dance was being perceived as obscene pornography by a man.
She had no room to think about it.
She was filling in the gaps left by five dancers all by herself, and sweat was already pouring down her body like rain.
Yet she poured her heart into it, clinging to the absurd belief that it would restore her confidence.
Even for the sake of a single fan, she gave her all. She was a true idol.
She shone.
The girl who loved dance and song sparkled brighter than anyone when performing for her fan.
Even while moving her body vulgarly in the nude.
She shook her breasts and spread her sex, unintentionally revealing her lewdness.
"Eek…!?"
Arin, deeply focused on her dance, met my eyes.
The moment our gazes locked—something she had been avoiding—her smile faltered and her choreography broke.
"Focus."
"……!"
At my cold reprimand, Arin reaffirmed her resolve with a silent look.
She corrected her disrupted movements and headed toward the highlight of the dance.
She was performing the very scene that had drawn everyone's attention during Yuna's solo part.
Her foolish, brainwashed obedience made me want to laugh—and the excitement boiled over.
I felt the urge to thrust myself into that tiny body that seemed to be seducing me right now, but I held back.
If I acted on it at this timing, the brainwashing would break and chaos would erupt.
Thud―.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
The moment the final accompaniment ended, Arin bowed her head toward the floor, panting heavily.
Drops of sweat fell from her skin, creating countless stains on the ground.
I handed her the towel and water bottle I had prepared in advance.
"Thank you…"
As she accepted them and tidied herself, I showered her with praise.
"Arin, that was the best stage."
There was no lie in it.
It truly was the best stage.
The most vulgar idol dance imaginable.
A dance whose original intent had been twisted into pure lewdness.
"…Thank you."
Without knowing my true meaning, Arin gave a faint smile.
The sight of her thanking me without realizing she was being deceived nearly made me burst out laughing.
"How was it? Did it have any effect?"
"…A little. It seems worth continuing."
Arin thought for a moment before speaking in a low voice.
'So this is what brainwashing feels like?'
Arin was serious, but to my eyes—fully aware of the absurdity of the situation—her words sounded ridiculous.
The sense of elation she felt now was simply because she had danced freely after so long, forgetting everything else.
And the brainwashing had conveniently attributed that emotion to my words.
"Will you keep dancing naked like this from now on and send it to me?"
"…Why?"
"I'm the one who provided you with the solution, after all. I feel responsible for watching over you. I'll give you feedback too. Or… do you have the confidence to show this to someone else besides me, who has already seen you naked once?"
Arin's eyes trembled as she looked at me.
"That's… not it."
She averted her gaze slightly, her face flushing red.
For a moment, she seemed to imagine showing her current state to someone other than me.
That coy reaction nearly made me pounce on her right then.
While answering with her eyes lowered, she suddenly flinched at something.
Following her gaze, I saw her eyes fixed on the obvious bulge in my pants.
Looking flustered, she glanced up at me once, then quickly looked down again.
"W-why… did it get like that…?"
Her voice was barely audible.
I knew exactly what she had seen, but I feigned ignorance with an internal laugh.
"What do you mean?"
"……."
She glanced again.
Arin looked at my crotch once more, then jerked her head away in shock.
"Th-that…"
Her strained voice sounded pitiful.
"What is that? I'm asking because I genuinely don't understand."
[Think of it as serious acting. Your acting is incredible. Hehe!]
The Guide laughed while watching me put on a confused expression.
"…Did it get bigger?"
"Pardon?"
"…I asked if it got bigger."
I hadn't heard the first part clearly.
She had probably asked why it got bigger.
"Ah… this? I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Watching you dance so passionately while regaining your confidence made it happen naturally."
"What?"
Only then did she seem to understand. When I smiled and spoke casually, Arin frowned.
At her look of bewilderment, sensing something was off and her twisted perception showing signs of resistance, I quickly added,
"It was sexy, Arin. You looked like a truly mature female idol."
The focus left Arin's eyes, leaving her face dazed.
She had a complex about her body.
Because of her slender frame and small stature, she believed she lacked the feminine charm that defined a female idol.
Yet here I was, praising her for overcoming that complex after completing what I had suggested.
To her, it must have felt like all her problems were naturally being solved.
"I… look mature…?"
With her normal thinking suppressed once more by the brainwashing, Arin muttered while savoring my sweet words.
"Yes, really. That's why I'm reacting like this. You know it, right? A man doesn't react unless he's aroused by a woman. Think about it. Would a man get excited by a woman with a delicate, youthful appearance? To put it more extremely, would a man get aroused seeing a little girl's naked body? No. Only a mature, fully developed, womanly figure can arouse a man."
"…Is that… so?"
Though she felt some unease, Arin's face gradually brightened at the words denying her complex.
I sneered inwardly at the sight.
Humans ultimately crave recognition.
They want someone to affirm them.
They want to be told it's okay.
Even if those words are empty or false, they still long to hear them.
That was human nature.
I twisted her thinking by skillfully mixing that obvious truth into the situation.
"Yes. The fact that I'm erect like this is proof that you've regained your confidence and are showing the mature femininity you've been hiding. In that sense, let me show you more concrete evidence."
"Huh? W-wait―. Ugh!"
When I boldly pulled down my pants and took out my cock, Arin flinched and covered her face with both hands.
Her face turned bright red like a tomato as she stood there, unsure what to do.
"Why are you embarrassed? This is proof that you've become a perfect female idol. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
I shamelessly spouted nonsense with a straight face.
When I raised my voice with enthusiasm as if I were the one being wronged, Arin even turned her head away sharply.
"I-it's embarrassing! So put that away…!"
"Arin, don't tell me… you've never been with a man before?"
I asked teasingly, even though I already knew the answer.
Having devoted her entire life to debuting, she had no sexual experience—and likely no dating experience either.
"Then let me suggest another solution here."
At my serious tone, Arin kept her face covered but turned her eyes toward me.
Then, catching sight of my cock through the gaps in her fingers, she flinched and looked away again.
"You still feel embarrassed when dancing, right?"
"Y-yeah…"
"In that case, get used to the embarrassment. Take your hands off and look at it properly."
"Ugh…"
When I thrust my cock forward, Arin took a step back.
"Arin, didn't your confidence rise earlier when you danced like I told you to?"
"Yeah…"
"Was I wrong?"
"But…"
"Do I need to say it again? Is that all your resolve amounts to?"
I suppressed the laughter threatening to escape and acted serious.
I reminded her of her resolve through silence without saying more.
"Okay… eek―."
After finishing her complicated thoughts in the silence, Arin slowly lowered her hands from her face. She flinched upon confirming the sight, but chose to face it with courage instead of hiding like before.
Her cautious attitude—resembling a kitten warily approaching something new—made me want to laugh.
"Don't just look. Touch it too. You're embarrassed because you don't know. If you touch and feel it, you'll understand, and naturally get used to the embarrassment as well."
"E-even so… is it okay?"
Arin asked cautiously while gauging my reaction.
Besides the 'solution' situation, she seemed to have some curiosity about the male organ.
"Of course. I'm the one involved, and I've given permission. But don't forget—this is just training to overcome embarrassment."
"I know…!"
Gathering her courage, Arin answered boldly and slowly reached out toward my cock.
Tap―.
Twitch.
Flinch!
"I-it's not alive, right…!?"
When her finger touched it, my cock twitched with excitement, startling Arin.
"It's part of my body, so of course it's alive."
"That's not what I meant…!"
"Heh, I know."
"Ugh…"
Though she made a disgusted face, Arin didn't run from the situation.
It was proof of how sincere her feelings were for her dream.
And the fact that she was using that sincerity to touch a man's cock was the punchline.
Tap.
"―Eek."
After teasingly prodding my cock a few times as if testing it, Arin finally managed to grasp it.
Her small, inexperienced hands enveloped my shaft, sending a ticklish wave of pleasure through me.
"How is it?"
"It's hot… and… pulsing."
Arin marveled at the sensation spreading through her palm.
It felt like giving sex education to a child.
Her complete innocence made me feel mischievous.
"Actually, this is a living creature moving separately inside my body."
"Really!?"
Startled by my joke, she pulled her hands away from my cock.
"Haha, it's a lie."
When I burst out laughing, Arin glared at me with a pouty face.
Her sulky eyes silently scolded me for playing such a prank.
I accepted that gaze with a smile and said,
"Now try shaking it while holding it."
"Why…?"
"You need to get more used to it."
"……."
After hesitating, Arin carefully grasped my cock with both hands again.
And then.
Swish―.
Her small hand began to stroke my shaft.
Watching that innocent sight, something I could no longer hold back began to rise slowly.
