End-of-Month Evaluation (6)
Pavlov. The man who discovered conditioned reflexes by observing how dogs salivate at the mere sound of their master's footsteps, pioneering cerebral physiology.
To put it simply, like right now.
"Boksun noona!"
"Aaaahhh!!!"
At the peak of pleasure, I'd been consistently whispering her name in her ear. The goal? Eventually condition her so that just calling her name makes her pussy wet.
"Eek!! Haa! You keep doing this, don't you?"
Boksun noona—no, Teacher Boksun—thumped my chest with her fist. She was blaming me for my constant teasing.
"Teacher, you know what? Every time I call you Boksun noona, your pussy clenches."
"Hik!"
I get why people say the first step is the hardest, but the second is easy. Ever since we'd started fucking in the practice room, we'd been sticking together here nonstop.
Boldly enough, there was even a mattress laid out in one corner. Doing it on the bare floor hurt too much.
Slap! Slap-slap! Slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Hak! Hak! Haak! Hak!"
Smack! Smack!
I was pounding my cock into her from behind when her jiggling ass caught my eye—I couldn't hold back and spanked it hard. Red handprints bloomed, but Boksun noona seemed to secretly enjoy the sting.
This noona's definitely got an M streak.
She pretended otherwise out of pride, but she'd never told me to stop when I tormented her ass or yanked her nipples hard.
"Teacher, ever tried it here?"
I teased her anus with my thumb, and she flinched, covering it with her palm.
"Kyaa! Not there!!"
"Heh, not interested anyway. Just asked 'cause it looks pretty."
Her anus was lighter in color than her pussy and shaped just as nicely.
"That's not for putting it in! Absolutely not!!"
Her firm reaction suggested she'd never tried it. I was just curious since it was right there—no real interest—so I dropped it easily.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. Instead, I'll fuck you hard. You like it like this, right?"
"Kyaa! Uuuhhh... aa... uuh... aaahhhh!!"
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Whoa, that high note's insane. Teach me to hit those too."
As a singer, her moans sometimes spiked into startling highs. Eyes rolling back in ecstasy, Boksun noona's body milked me as I poured my cum deep inside her.
Your coins have increased by +1.
"Hoo."
As Poni said, condoms were utterly impossible. Lucky for me, none of the women I'd been with complained about me cumming inside.
"Haa, I feel like I have zero strength left."
"Haha."
"We should've done the lesson before sex..."
"You started it, teacher."
"Yeah, I couldn't hold back and jumped you. Honestly, it pissed me off a bit. A talent like you—why haven't you learned to sing until now?"
Even after spending half the lesson fucking, she kept seeing my skills improve and called me a talent freak.
"Never thought about becoming an idol."
"Makes sense. With that face, you could've hooked up with any upper-class woman without needing to debut. So what made you decide to become an idol?"
"Someone promised to debut me, so I came in on a whim."
"Did they guarantee it?"
"Yeah, it's even in the contract. Ah! I shouldn't be blabbing about this."
There was a clause forbidding us from talking about it.
"It's fine with me. Not like I'd go around telling people. So that's why you're so chill—you had something solid to back it up."
Boksun noona blushed, embarrassed. Fair enough—she'd tried scaring me that I'd never debut if I kept seeing Ahyun.
"Anyway, if I keep getting lessons like this until debut, how good will I get?"
"Your early gains were because you had zero foundation. The curve's flattening now, but you're such a freak talent, I can't predict. Still, it'll be enough for the stage. Honestly, for idols, dancing matters more than singing anyway."
The more members, the less singing time on stage. We had five now, but who knew how many after evaluations.
"I just don't wanna lag too far behind the others."
I wondered how many coins it'd take to reach a level that wouldn't burden the kids.
Thanks to Boksun noona, my coin income had spiked lately, letting me boost stats a ton—but there were plenty more I wanted to raise. If she said this was good enough, I'd pause on singing and dancing.
"If you've got more talent than I imagine, I'd love for you to keep lessons even after debuting as an idol."
"You don't mean go solo, do you?"
"Not a bad idea to go solo after your idol contract ends."
"...I'll think about it later. Haven't even debuted yet—planning that far ahead feels overkill."
Boksun noona backed off at my words, but her vibe screamed she wanted to keep teaching me.
Learning more wouldn't help without coins for stats. Once I leveled appropriately and plateaued, she'd give up anyway.
We chatted until our strength returned, then cleaned up.
"Even in your twenties, doing it every other day—your stamina's nuts, right?"
"Feels fine."
Wonder how shocked she'd be knowing Jua noona squeezed in sometimes too. Of course, maintaining this schedule meant heavy investment in stamina stats. I was steadily pumping them up.
"You're a monster. A mutant. We need more freaks like you."
Boksun noona nailed it sharply.
"I'm a special case, yeah."
"You've got me losing my mind lately. Only a crazy bitch would do this at the company."
"Who comes here during lessons?"
"It's not about getting caught—it's that we keep doing it, idiot!"
"You hate it?"
"No. That's why I called myself crazy. I don't hate it."
"Once supplementary lessons end, this'll just be a memory. Might as well enjoy the moment."
I wouldn't get one-on-one with her forever. Evaluations tomorrow, then full debut prep once members were set. Schedules would make even monthly lessons iffy.
Boksun noona still looked conflicted, but it was an unfounded worry.
Finally, the end-of-month evaluations began.
Group song, group dance, individual vocals, individual dance.
"Your moves lack precision and energy—not standing out."
"Expression's too stiff. Practice faces. Tense?"
"Gestures too plain. Need something unique. You gonna flail like that on debut stage?"
"You've improved a lot. But high notes look ugly when you're tired."
"Worse than practice. Tension kills skill—practice means nothing if you choke."
"Performance great overall. But you're watching others too much. Focus on yourself."
"Don't roll your pronunciation. Sounds gross. Stop."
"Why'd you gain weight? No diet control?"
"Dance too hard? You choreographed? Too greedy. Breathless watching—feels like mistakes incoming. Better not to do it."
The trainees' mood plummeted. They'd nailed the group stage, but only harsh critiques came.
Sure, some praise slipped in, but the bad points stung so much it made you wonder if you'd ever been complimented.
We did better than practice, though...
No debut hopefuls smiled after group song and dance.
"This a talent show? 'I'm good at this, good at that.' Yeah, I see you're skilled. But it's ugly. Why bother with stage? To whine to fans? 'Look at me, I'm great'?"
Silence fell. They'd only thought about showing off skills.
"Wanna show off? Go to a school festival."
Brutal. Super brutal.
Some trainees teared up.
Sniffle, sniffle!
Despite the barrage, evaluations continued. Teachers were colder than ever.
I knew why. Honey Enter's CEO and director sat right beside them.
This was high-stakes for teachers too. Good teaching meant good shows; bad meant flops.
Like presenting to the boss—if it's a mess, your heart shrinks.
I empathized more with teachers than crying trainees. Even if kids nailed it, teachers fidgeted. Having to critique? Gut-wrenching. Dry mouths, shaky legs.
"Next."
The CEO and Jo director watched silently, a step back. Their aura was overwhelming—teachers squirmed.
That's scarier.
Chills!
Grateful I wasn't them.
"Some still stood out, even then."
Despite same dance, same stage, certain trainees drew eyes—they named them outright.
With debut members decided here, mentions mattered hugely.
"Haesol stands out in groups just 'cause he's handsome—above average visibility."
"Face is his skill. Didn't expect vocals, but basics are solid—good teaching?"
"I teach well, but he's a freak talent. Gets annoying sometimes."
"Hahaha!"
"Uyeon's expressions better live than practice. You can tell he's enjoying it."
Mostly praise for presumed debut picks. They didn't escape critique, but stood out as special.
Jeki especially—even I was impressed. Made a 19-year-old feel like a senior.
His rap spat complex words rhythmically—harsh judges couldn't help but clap.
Clap clap clap!!
Onlookers applauded too.
"Jeki needs no words."
"Our company treasure. Treasure."
Kang Jun flaunted vocals; Kang Kyungtae nailed dance and song without pitch waver, earning raves.
Ki Uyeon did a cheeky-cute dance, oozing charm—regret they didn't film it.
And.
Finally, my solo turn began.