The Trainee's Rebellion
“O-oppa! Y-you can’t say things like that…!!”
Dayeon frantically covered my mouth with both hands, her eyes wide with urgency as she pleaded with me. I simply nodded. She clearly wanted me to avoid words like cum or sex. Even though she’d introduced Rachel as a fellow trainee and younger sister figure, the kind-hearted Dayeon was still carefully watching Rachel’s reaction. How pitiful.
As soon as I nodded, Dayeon’s hand finally slipped away from my lips. By then, Rachel had walked over to stand beside her and gave me a small, stiff nod.
“Hello.”
It was the driest greeting imaginable—clearly forced. Just polite enough that it would be awkward to call her rude, yet unmistakably lacking in sincerity. After delivering that half-hearted greeting, Rachel scanned me from head to toe like she was appraising merchandise. It was obvious she was quite displeased with me.
Her gaze carried a mix of irritation and defiant challenge.
‘A damn minor acting like this…’
Rachel was stunningly beautiful. Even in casual clothes, her looks transcended mere fashion. Those signature mixed-race light brown eyes and hair gave her an air of mystery and elegance. Her face was perfectly sculpted like fine porcelain, every feature flawless. If Dayeon leaned toward bright, adorable charm, Rachel simply embodied beauty itself. Her face could serve as the literal standard for the word.
Under normal circumstances, I would have overlooked her rudeness. I could tolerate any amount of pettiness from a beautiful woman. But a minor? That changed everything. No matter how gorgeous she was, it was pointless. She could never make it onto my list of potential brides.
“Yes. Hello.”
I returned her greeting naturally, even adding a faint smile. Rachel had been the one to pick a fight with her sour attitude, but there was no reason for me to stoop to her level. This was the difference in maturity between an adult and a minor.
“…I’m Rachel, Dayeon-unnie’s close friend. You’re… Dayeon-unnie’s boyfriend, right?”
Rachel looked at me provocatively, putting heavy emphasis on the word boyfriend. The message was clear: don’t play around with vague implications—if you’re not serious about becoming Dayeon’s actual boyfriend, get lost.
‘How cute.’
Her fierce, serious glare and the way she’d bristled up like a defensive kitten actually came across as rather adorable. She was clearly trying to protect Dayeon from me, bristling with thorns and wariness. I understood the intention, but her execution was clumsy. I wasn’t some pathetic loser who would hesitate just because someone claimed the title of “boyfriend.”
“Yes, I’m Kim Minjun, Dayeon’s boyfriend.”
“O-oppa…!!”
The moment I confidently claimed the title without hesitation, it was Dayeon who panicked. I grabbed her now-flushed hand and pulled her to stand right beside me. As I stole away the girl who had been standing next to her, Rachel’s brows furrowed slightly. She glared at me with even deeper disgust, as if I were a cockroach.
‘…Is this what NTR feels like? It’s actually pretty fun.’
Even though this was our first meeting, I already knew everything about Dayeon’s best friend Rachel. Whenever I talked to Dayeon on the phone, I inevitably learned far more than I ever wanted to.
—Rachel and I are total besties. —But I think Rachel’s a little obsessed with me. Oh, it’s not bad though—she’s super cute. —Rachel only has me as a friend. She’s actually really nice, but the vibe around her is kind of heavy, you know? She’s too pretty and talented, so the other girls get jealous… —Anyway, that’s why I try to take good care of her. She already has it hard coming to Korea to train. It’d be too lonely if she didn’t even have a friend!
Those were just a few of the many things Dayeon had told me while I was driving. Honestly, I hadn’t been interested in any of it, but it turned out to be useful after all. Life really was impossible to predict.
I deliberately wrapped my arm around Dayeon’s shoulders right in front of Rachel. I didn’t forget to activate the Pope’s Aura at the same time, maximizing Dayeon’s reaction.
“Ah—! Th-that… O-oppa…!”
It was only light skinship, but Dayeon immediately became flustered and hung her head. Anyone could see at a glance just how much she liked me.
Rachel tried hard to keep a blank face, but she couldn’t stop her small, delicate fist from clenching tightly in anger at losing her one and only precious friend. Watching her little hand tremble, I felt a surge of delight. Teasing people had always been fun, but teasing beautiful people was on another level. And if that beautiful person was a rude, rebellious minor who dared to challenge me? The pleasure was indescribable.
“…You’re showing off your affection even while I’m watching? You must have dated a lot of women.”
Rachel attacked with barbed words, clearly trying to find any excuse to lower Dayeon’s opinion of me. At her pointed question, I felt Dayeon’s ears—buried against my shoulder—perk up sharply. I put on an awkward expression and mercilessly countered her attack.
I had said it many times before: I had not a single ounce of mercy for minors.
“Ah, you introduced yourself as her close friend, and Dayeon has told me so much about you that I thought it would be fine… It seems I acted too hastily. If I made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry.”
I smoothly withdrew the arm that had been holding Dayeon tightly and took a deliberately large, awkward step away from her.
“Ah…”
The sudden loss of my presence at her side left Dayeon with a look of utter despair, as if she had lost the entire world. Maintaining that expression, she turned a resentful gaze toward Rachel. Normally, Dayeon wouldn’t have gone so far as to show such blame, but her overwhelming obedience and the Pope’s Aura were powerful variables. Being cast out of her Master’s—the man she didn’t just see as a boyfriend but completely submitted to and depended on—must have created an unimaginable sense of loss. It was only natural that she would look at Rachel, the culprit behind this disaster, like an enemy.
“Th-that’s not what I meant! I-I just… I heard you two only met yesterday, so I thought the skinship seemed a bit too bold…!”
Rachel was clearly flustered by the icy look in Dayeon’s eyes—something she had never seen before—and stammered desperately, trying to smooth things over. I had considered groveling with an apology to make Rachel even more uncomfortable, but Dayeon spoke first.
In complete contrast to her heated body temperature, Dayeon’s eyes and voice were as cold as midwinter.
“Rachel. We are close, but that doesn’t mean I can tolerate you being rude to Minjun-oppa. Minjun-oppa is the most precious person in the world to me. If you really are my close friend, how could you act that way toward my boyfriend?”
“Dayeon-unnie! That’s not what I—”
“Apologize.”
“What…?”
“Apologize to Minjun-oppa right now. If you don’t, I’m ending our friendship.”
The chilling tone in Dayeon’s voice sent a cold wave through the air. Rachel froze, completely overwhelmed by the frost radiating from her friend.
‘Wow. Well done, Dayeon.’
In contrast, my heart was overflowing with satisfaction. Seeing my lovely believer Dayeon so readily threaten to cut ties with her best friend for my sake filled me with pride so strong it almost hurt my chest. I felt like I could shower her with an ecstatic cum baptism right then and there.
‘She dug her own grave. This is exactly why you don’t mess with minors.’
Thinking about it from Rachel’s perspective, it must have been absurd. No matter how you looked at it, we were only on day one of our relationship. Yet because she had been a little rude to me, Dayeon had pulled out the ultimate cheat card—ending their friendship—and was pressuring Rachel, who had been her best friend for an entire year. To anyone else it would look like an overreaction, but what could she do? In human relationships, the one who clings first and loves more always ends up in the weaker position. The affection the weak feel for the strong turns them into slaves of their own accord, without anyone forcing them.
In other words, Rachel was the slave, and Dayeon was the master. And I was the master of Dayeon, Rachel’s master. It wasn’t a cycle of eating and being eaten—it was a one-sided absolute hierarchy with me at the top. Because Rachel failed to understand this delicate mechanism of human relationships and acted out of line, tears were now streaming down her beautiful eyes.
“Hic… Sob. U-unnie… I’m sorry. Haa, sob… I was wrong.”
“Apologize to Minjun-oppa, not me. Only then can I forgive you.”
I nearly burst out laughing but held it in. The mood was perfect—I didn’t want to ruin it. Forcing myself to maintain a straight face, I looked at Dayeon and spoke gently.
“It’s fine, Dayeon. She’s just a kid. She might not know any better.”
“No, oppa! Wrong is wrong no matter what. And even if I could overlook it when it’s directed at me, I absolutely cannot let it slide when it’s directed at you.”
Even though I tried to stop her, Dayeon was genuinely furious and refused to back down. Not that I didn’t understand. I had only pretended to dissuade her once. Traditionally, the sister-in-law who tries to mediate is even more annoying than the strict mother-in-law.
‘Ha~ If it weren’t for my dignity, I’d flash her a shit-eating grin and end this.’
I swallowed the deep regret in my heart. If I could just drop the kind expression I’d been wearing while looking at Dayeon, turn to Rachel, and curl my lips into a mocking sneer, I could completely shatter the arrogant little minor’s spirit. But as the Pope—and the future CEO of Star Entertainment—I couldn’t act that aggressively. It was a shame, but this was satisfying enough in its own way. Seeing Dayeon’s rock-solid obedience and loyalty with my own eyes instead of just as a number felt incredibly good.
“I-I’m sorry—”
“Yes. I understand, so please raise your head. I’ve accepted your apology, so I’m fine.”
With reddened eyes, Rachel barely managed to force out an apology while looking at me. She didn’t even have the mental capacity left to show how much she hated it. The sudden icy reaction from Dayeon had completely shattered her mentality.
“Alright, we’ve exchanged enough greetings. Let’s get in the car, Dayeon. Oppa is really okay, so stop worrying about this.”
“Yes, I understand, Minjun-oppa… Rachel, let’s see each other tomorrow.”
“Y-yes… Unnie—”
Even though I told her not to worry, Dayeon’s voice remained curt. Leaving the devastated Rachel behind, we got into the car.
Vroooom—.
As we drove toward my house, Dayeon chattered away beside me as if nothing had happened. However, she didn’t mention Rachel once. She was pretending to be fine, but it seemed the anger toward her friend still hadn’t fully subsided.
Knowing that her attitude stemmed from her obedience toward me, I didn’t bring up Rachel either.
“Wooooooooow—!!! O-oppa—!!! Th-this! House—! Oppa, oppa!!”
“Yeah, it’s oppa’s house, Dayeon.”
“Huuuueeeek~~~!”
Dayeon’s reactions were always dramatic. At this point I should have been used to it, but watching her still made my head spin. No matter how much I strengthened my body, I didn’t think I could ever match her energy level. I led the awestruck Dayeon—who was marveling at everything she saw—inside the house.
Her noise was so loud it felt like my ears would burst, so I quickly headed to the bathroom to wash up and immediately began preparing for sex. The mood shift was so fast even I had trouble adjusting, but it couldn’t be helped. I wanted to shut Dayeon’s mouth with my cock as soon as possible.
“Haaahp—!”
As if she had read my mind, Dayeon climbed onto the bed completely naked. Without hesitation she asked for permission to suck my cock, and the moment I gave it, she forced the massive shaft into her mouth.
“Mmph, haeu. Chup… chuuup… Oppa. Oppa…”
“Kgh… Yeah, Dayeon.”
“Mmph, uhhm… chuuup… chup. Oppa, this tastes so good. My chest felt stuffy and my throat was dry all day, but the moment I took oppa’s in my mouth, it all went away. I’m so happy right now. I wish time would stop like this. I could spend my whole life sucking oppa’s cock.”
Dayeon was incredibly eager. No—she had no choice but to be. The “stuffy chest and dry throat” she mentioned was most likely withdrawal symptoms from my cum. Even though we had only had sex for the first time yesterday, she was already so addicted to my semen that she looked utterly blissful, as if she owned the world, while sucking my dick.
I gently stroked her smooth head, savoring the feeling of her mouth slurping and sucking on my cock.
‘The withdrawal symptoms are worse than I thought. If she’s already like this after one day, she’d completely lose her mind if I didn’t give her any for a week. Thanks to that, her obedience is shooting up nicely.’
I watched in real time as Dayeon’s obedience level changed. The moment I let her have my cock, her thirst and withdrawal vanished, replaced by pure bliss. Her obedience points were skyrocketing.
Once I had gathered enough obedience points, I began brainwashing Dayeon. This was preliminary work to spread the Infinite Celibacy Sect throughout the Korean entertainment industry as its official operative, triggering a massive Hallyu wave.