My Master (2)
Vacation was over. Time to get back to work. The dedicated team should be ready to lay out plans for our next activities any day now.
Truth be told, the guys were hoping for unit activities. If Ki Uyeon, Nam Eungyu, and Kang Kyungtae teamed up for a subunit, I could focus on acting with Kang Jun, and Jeki could dive into composing like always.
But the company had other ideas.
"Let's drop a single album."
The dedicated team pitched a full-group single instead of subunits. No surprise that Uyeon, Kyungtae, and Eungyu looked like kicked puppies—they'd been pumped for this.
"Why?"
"Why? Overseas reactions have been killer! We gotta strike while the iron's hot with a single!"
"What about subunits?"
"Yeah, you promised us subunits. We were so excited…."
"Kids, think about it. Subunits are just for the domestic market. A single lets us push overseas too!"
"Overseas again?!"
Their faces fell, memories of grueling foreign schedules flooding back.
"Getting famous is the goal—why the long faces?"
"The food didn't agree with us at all. We suffered big time."
"Don't worry. Next trip overseas, I'll airlift in food and handle all three meals. Hell, we could even hire a chef."
"For real?"
"What's stopping us? We've got the cash."
Looks like we'd raked in serious money abroad. The dedicated team was flexing hard, offering this without hesitation.
"Hey! Don't just cave! What about our subunit? We even got a song from Haesol!"
"Hyung, wasn't that a secret?"
"Whoops! Right."
"……."
Kyungtae hyung had spilled the beans in his panic. The dedicated team gawked, shocked that I—not Jeki—had given them a song.
"You… spill it. What do you mean, 'got a song'?"
"Just mimicked what Jeki does."
"Doesn't matter—play it!"
"……."
Kyungtae hyung hung his head, looking mortified. I let out a small sigh and spoke up.
"You're not planning to hype me as a composing genius based on some scribbles, right?"
"Just let us hear it first."
They must've figured if I was a prodigy in performance, I'd nail songwriting too. Kyungtae hyung, still apologetic, played the track I'd given them.
It was a rough guide vocal, but since I'd sung it myself, it sounded damn good. Not one of those sex-fueled inspiration pieces, though.
Won't match the kids' tastes…
This one came from pondering the members' strengths. Turns out inspiration doesn't only hit mid-sex.
It was a confident track about shedding boyhood for manhood, seducing women with fatal charm. Perfect for the early-20s trio of Uyeon, Eungyu, and Kyungtae.
The addictive chorus and heart-pounding, gritty beat had the dedicated team wide-eyed at the polish.
"Lyrics too?"
"Gave Jeki the concept, and he whipped 'em up."
Jeki wasn't just a composing whiz—he aced lyrics too, nailing exactly what I wanted.
"This track's insanely solid! You guys were dead serious about subunits, huh? Holding out on us with this?"
"If we've even got the song, do we really need a single? Jun wants another acting gig too."
"Ugh, this is unexpected. Can't commit right away—higher-ups already greenlit the single…. How about this: Do the single, and subunits after? Just compromise this once?"
"……."
"……."
The team's faces soured, and the dedicated staff started sweating.
"We'll take it to a meeting."
"For real?"
"You kids want it bad—can't ignore that. But odds are low. Singles will profit more than subunits, obviously. Worst case, we lock in subunits for the next activity. Deal?"
"That works!"
"Thanks for pushing!"
"Aww, sure sure. Good kids. Such good boys."
Truth was, they weren't totally against the single—just pushing back to avoid endless delays. A little tantrum to secure the future.
Guys, before the meeting, let's sync up.
I pulled the members aside pre-meeting.
Want subunits?
Yeah.
Duh.
Obviously. We've toured overseas—time to let us subunit!
They figured the team would cave easily. Naive.
What if they push single over subunits?
They promised.
You trust that?
"……."
They'd banked on verbal promises holding weight. But I knew better—silver-tongued deals evaporate. I coached them on pushback if denied.
At minimum, nail down subunits for the next activity.
What's the diff from now?
Now it's vague, like 'We'll eat lunch someday.' Meeting promise? Ironclad. If they balk later? Push back like this.
Curiosity lit their faces. Half-doubting, they filed into the meeting.
And sure enough? Team pushed single. Members, quick on the uptake, threw the tantrum I'd scripted.
Always-yes boys suddenly stubborn? Must've burned.
Timing matters. Pre-success, it'd be "Ungrateful punks getting cocky." But we'd delivered profits beyond investment.
From money pit idol group to cash cow. Time for opinions, not blind obedience.
Verbal promises slide pre-success. Now? No way.
Meeting sealed it—next activity subunits, or bust. Grounds for protest locked.
Yes!
Score!
Haesol hyung nailed it.
Told ya he fudged his age.
Eungyu and Uyeon snuck high-fives. We grinned, satisfied.
Plan executed!
"Who's this?"
"…My master."
"What should we do?"
"Serve with body and soul."
"For him?"
"My life means nothing."
Silbia stroked Melissa's head as she rattled off perfect answers.
"Good girl~ You did well. Now just mean it from the heart."
"…I do. It's the truth."
"Liar."
"Really. I truly want to serve Master."
Silbia beamed at Melissa's cute fib. Master's orders forbade physical harm, but torment? Endless ways without touching flesh.
Three squares on time—but always the same slop?
Dumplings.
Movie-inspired genius. Melissa's meals: all fried dumplings. Water: one 500ml bottle daily. Bathroom: 10 minutes post-lunch, post-dinner. Solve hygiene and needs, or bust.
Impeccable management. Mental siege.
Amid it, Silbia drilled Master-worship: proper mindset, service protocols.
"Education time~"
"Wah! Sniff! I swear…! I meant it!!! Why won't you believe me!!!"
"Next meal: one less dumpling. Defy, and privileges vanish. Told you."
"Aaaagh!! You bitch!!! Let me go!!! Pleeease!!! Kyaaah!!!!!!!"
Silbia smiled sweetly, glancing at the pink bear doll.
Angry?
It quivered. Bianca's spirit awake from the start—witnessed Melissa's crumble.
Perplexed at first. Then despair syncing with Melissa's. Imagining her body puppeteered by an imposter? Silbia's core throbbed wet.
Despairing Bianca♡ So pretty.
No expression on the doll. Pity.
Why break Bianca's mind? To yank her out.
Shatter, reinsert. One body, forever!
Pink bear's true wish. Then, loyal Master service.
Bianca alone sufficed—no more desires.
How deep the despair? Shame Master's orders block full breaking.
Mind-reform: one month, sans prime tools. But Silbia trusted her skills.
Perfectly versed by my creator!
Almost there. One trigger, and snap.
Planned it all.
Offer virginity to Master!
Aggression flares? Lingering pride. Snap that—pure obedience.
Virgin gift seals perfect maid.
Master'll love it. Praise? Kyaa!
Silbia smirked at the gem in pink bear's eyes. No ordinary stone—custom Master add-on. Special functions.
"Education. Spread 'em."
"I-I… messed up. Sorry!! N-No more… education!!!! Anything but!!!"
Melissa, post-rant regret, trembled pleading. Silbia recalled her kidnapped bravado, demanding release.
"Good girl? Study's mandatory, even if hated. Essential for Master service."
Hand on head—no slap, yet Melissa squeezed eyes shut, quaking, tears streaming. Assumed education pose.
Nude, legs splayed lewdly. Pink bear on chair witnessed all.
"Hic…! Sniff… sob!!"
"Pink bear's temp Master. Real one's absent. Got it?"
"Y-yes…."
Beep!
Silbia hit remote. Whirr! Beam projector fired up, wall image blooming.
Subject: Melissa. Pink bear's gem-camera at work. Bianca's gaze too.
Hee hee!
Spread legs bared pussy. Tears, agony. Knew footage eternal—escape wouldn't end pain.
"Looking pretty. Thirteenth masterpiece. What toy today?"
Silbia grinned, handing a tool. Hands free, but shackles on ankles/neck limited range. Room-free, door-blocked.
"Greet first, as taught?"
"Sob… H-hello. Melissa Kay. Under education… to serve Master."
Sniffling self-intro. These vids: first chains. Escape? No true freedom.