Vocal Trainer Rose's Drunk Confession (5)

"What the hell is this?"

I'd just finished a steamy night with Jua noona and was heading home when I checked my phone. There was a string of mysterious messages.

Normally, at this hour before dawn, I'd wait till morning to reply, but these had come in as recently as twenty minutes ago.

'A stalker?'

At first, that's what I thought. But it felt too sketchy to ignore. It wasn't just one or two—they were so numerous I had to scroll down a bunch, and now they'd all been deleted.

"This is freaking creepy."

Since they'd come in just twenty minutes ago, the sender was probably still up. In the end, I called the unsaved number. There might be some emergency I didn't know about.

But when the call connected, it wasn't a stalker—it was a horny puppy throwing a drunken tantrum.

'Even if she called herself Park Boksun, there's no way I wouldn't recognize that voice.'

Rose teacher's voice was incredibly distinctive. Plus, since I took vocal lessons from her, I could pick it out even over the phone, muffled as it was. She didn't seem to be deliberately hiding her identity by changing her name, either.

On ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the line, Park Boksun—no, Rose teacher—was rambling on at length about how my teasing today had revved up her libido beyond control, so she'd gotten drunk to cope.

Honestly, just listening to that confession felt like I'd done my part.

'She's totally soaked in booze.'

Slurring like a lunatic, unable to contain her arousal—like a bitch in heat. What should I do?

After my session with Jua noona, my balls were completely drained anyway.

'Messing with a drunk woman feels kinda iffy.'

In this gender-reversed world, hooking up with a drunk chick probably wouldn't cause issues. Hell, she was begging me to come over and fuck her right now.

The call was auto-recording, so even if there was trouble, I'd have evidence.

'Save it for later. I earned plenty of coins today.'

Jua noona had sucked me completely dry—nothing left to give.

"It's too late tonight. You've got class tomorrow. Stop drinking and go to sleep. We'll talk about today in person tomorrow."

"You know your tongue's so loose you can't even pronounce words right? Of course you don't. Anyway, promise me you'll sleep as soon as I hang up?"

Indecipherable babbling kept coming through the receiver. Was she reacting to me, or just rambling to herself? Who knows. I'd say my piece and hang up.

"Alright, we'll talk tomorrow once you're sober. Rose teacher?"

"Huh... you asleep?"

At some point, I could hear breathing. The booze must've hit her hard mid-call, knocking her out. Better this way—no dilemma about whether to keep indulging her whining.

"Sweet dreams."

I hung up imitating Sung Si-kyung. My upgraded voice was so good, even she'd forget it by morning, but I figured these little details would help.

The next day, I showed up at the company as usual. My schedule lately went like this:

Monday: Dance lessons

Tuesday: Vocal lessons

Wednesday: Acting & Exercise

Thursday: Manners & Language

Friday: Joint practice

Saturday: Free practice

Sunday: Rest

Morning classes were for review, diving deeper into afternoon topics rather than new material.

Wednesday exercise included swimming, tennis, soccer, ping-pong—stuff to relieve stress. It'd help post-debut too: builds teamwork, shines in variety game shows.

Friday through Sunday was mostly prepping for monthly evals. Also prime time for broke trainees to pick up part-time gigs.

'Wednesday: Acting in the morning, exercise in the afternoon!'

Currently learning swimming. Variety shows often involve water gags, so it seemed smart.

Acting was my least favorite—interest was low.

Not because 'Why acting for singers?' Nah.

'So much to level up... acting's on the back burner.'

Too many stats to grind. Dance and vocals shot up with coins, but acting lagged, killing the fun. Can't debut without acting skills anyway.

The acting teacher just drilled basics: idol-stage expressions and such.

Morning acting, afternoon exercise. Swimming times were strictly separated for male and female trainees—no mix-ups.

Ki Uyeon said they used to open the pool freely, but a girl trainee hooked up with a guy in the locker room—caught on CCTV, huge scandal.

'That girl was Rapper Ganzi.'

Debuted in a Honey Enter girl group, massive hit, but disbanded before the seven-year curse. Only survivor: Ganzi the rapper. Solo success now, Honey's cash cow.

'Might run into her post-debut.'

Her looks were no joke—cameras couldn't capture half her beauty. Can't wait to see in person.

'Ah~ Lately, every girl I see gets me thinking naughty thoughts. Damn side effect!'

Side effect of boosted sexual prowess? Used to be fine, now girls and sex pop into my head constantly.

Didn't realize at first—Poni never mentioned side effects.

'That punk just boosts stats and dips every time, too busy.'

Speaking of, when's that girl gonna talk to me? I sat here on purpose. No one around—perfect chance. Now's her moment.

"Ahem."

'Yes!'

Did she notice me wagging my tail like bait? Finally, she made her presence known and approached.

"Hi."

Tease her as Park Boksun teacher, get slapped? Tempting, but I held back.

"Um... ahem, about last night... uh..."

Rose teacher—no, Boksun noona—struggled to broach it, circling endlessly. Someone'd barge into the break room soon. Time to be bold.

"Still like that?"

"Huh? Like what?"

"Still wanna fuck me? You were dying of horniness at dawn."

"Y-you...! *cough*! *cough*! *cough*!?"

Shocked, she choked on saliva. Seeing that face, even a good guy'd get mischievous.

Gazing at her flushed cheeks, her sharp-tongued class persona felt oddly endearing. Scary as she was, she's human—a woman.

I stood, stepping closer to her trembling form.

"Your face is red."

"You! Think you can blackmail me over my drunk slip-up? As if I'd fall for that!"

"Blackmail? Hurts that you'd think that."

"Then what was that just now?"

"Just asking if your midnight words still stand."

"...What?"

Her eyes shook wildly, suspecting hidden motives. Sadly, she was wrong.

I wanted one thing: her body.

"You said you wanna sleep with me. No useful guys around. Useful man's right here—grab him. No need to twist it."

"......"

I offered my hand.

"Wanna fuck?"

Gulp. She swallowed visibly. Head spinning, she hesitated, then took a deep breath.

"Fine, I'll do it. But once. No clingy bullshit after. And no other requests."

Sheesh. This chick still doesn't get it. Time to school her.

"Rose teacher, you're the one who should say that—not me. You're the horny one, you who called at dawn begging to fuck. Oh, I wouldn't say it anyway. I don't stop comers or goers. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Wanna leave? Go. Wanna come back? Anytime."

"Eek! Aren't you too cocky? Think my slip makes me a joke? If I wanted, I could do anything!"

Sounds like she wants to threaten me—sorry, won't work. Honey Enter director already promised my debut.

I grabbed her defiant chin, pulling her face close.

"So much talk for a 'let's fuck, no romance' invite? Don't be scared. I just want your body."

"Eek!"

If I can earn coins, why block a willing woman? Especially one with Boksun noona's killer figure.

Said I wouldn't stop leavers, but I will. Greedy? Sure. In a world starved for men, my stamina's a godsend for frustrated women.

"Once you taste me, other guys'll bore you silly."

"Don't get cocky."

"Haha, anyway—get horny, call me. I'll wait."

Releasing her chin, she glared daggers.

After a long, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠murderous stare, she spat a villain line.

"Do that again, and you're dead!"

BAM!!

"Ow."

Looked like she'd never call. Total feral cat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠vibe.

But I saw her thighs rubbing from my words. She bolted 'cause hiding her arousal was too embarrassing.

No extra effort needed—she'd call first. Guaranteed.

"Picking up girls is easy, so easy."

I finally got what an easy life feels like.