Chapter 365
Chapter 365
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 365
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (3)
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The effect of the newly acquired skill, Gaslighting, was insane. Ga-eun stripped naked right in front of me. Just a few words exchanged, and she's showing me her pussy? This wasn't just a cheat skill anymore—it was straight-up broken.
Of course, to use the skill, I had to layer on some plausible-sounding words, but that wasn't hard at all. With my position as the agency's vice president, turning plain bullshit into a convincing argument was child's play.
Plus, I'd spent the last year building up to this. Using Observation, Trust, Counterargument Seal, and more to craft my image as a competent VP. With that foundation, fooling one idol was a piece of cake.
"...Vice President."
But it wasn't completely invincible. Separate from getting her to strip, I needed logic to touch her too. Every action required justification, so fully conquering her would take a little time.
"Is this good?"
Still... no rush. I decided to savor the moment at my leisure. When else would I get to be an agency VP? A life where I could ogle countless celebrities to my heart's content. Satisfied, I nodded with a grin.
"Yeah, that's exactly it."
The vice president nodding with a sleazy look on his face.
Should I just report him like this? My face heated up as his eyes roamed over my face, chest, and lower down. Wasn't this too blatant? He'd convinced me this was a necessary lesson, but it just looked like some perverted old man.
"Strike a pose like that."
"A pose?"
"Any pose is fine... no, do your most confident one."
Ehh, but he's still the agency VP—surely he wouldn't sexually harass me outright? Recalling how my straight-cam footage stood out compared to the other members, I forced myself to think positively. It was embarrassing, but overcoming my weaknesses through lessons was necessary.
If the second album flops, we're done for... gotta avoid that.
I shook off the unease and struck my most confident pose.
"...Ga-eun. That's your most confident pose?"
"Yes."
"At attention?"
"Yes."
"Haa... You gonna stand like that for a pictorial shoot too?"
"I'd follow the director's instructions then."
"R-right. At least you have some basic sense."
"?"
What was I supposed to do? He'd told me to do my most confident pose, so I went with at attention, but now I was getting scolded for no reason. Maybe he was trying to assert dominance or something? This was our first lesson, so he might be grabbing control.
"I'm a normal person."
"Hahaha... sorry, didn't realize."
"Be careful next time."
"Sure, I'll be careful... Now that you've posed, can you hold still?"
"Hold still?"
"Yeah."
"Got it."
"Good."
"......"
"......"
"......"
"......"
"Vice President."
"What?"
"But aren't you staring way too openly?"
I'd stood still as ordered, but the VP's behavior was ridiculous. Circling me slowly, drilling his gaze into my breasts, ass, thighs, and down there. I'd tried to let it slide, but I couldn't anymore.
This was definitely sexual harassment.
He's right up close, practically breathing on my naked body... and I have to endure this? Fuming, I voiced my complaint to the VP. (By the way, "voicing" means spilling your thoughts out loud, and knowing even a fancy word like that proves I'm totally normal.)
"Yeah, staring openly."
"Eek. Pervert."
"That's the public's gaze."
"...Public's gaze?"
"Hey, you see Ga-eun? Fuck, she's hot today too. Dumbass, Ga-eun's all about the tits. Biggest in Citrus. Tits are nice, but I prefer her thighs. Ass for me. So damn juicy. Fuck, gotta see that juiciness. Wanna fuck her once before I die."
"Crazy..."
"Summary of what your fans say on the forums."
"...No way."
"That's where these guys look when they see you."
"Where you're looking right now, Vice President."
"Exactly. That's why it's the public's gaze."
"Whoa..."
"Gross, right?"
"Yes."
"But if you're gonna be a celebrity—no, an idol—you need to get used to it. You have to learn to show yourself knowing people look at you like this. Hell, you need to invite those sleazy gazes."
"?"
"Don't play dumb. That's 'sex appeal'."
"!"
"And that's the real point of this lesson. Perfect for someone like you—pretty face, but the rest is meh. Think you can boost your dance or singing in a short time? No way. Impossible. So you're learning 'sex appeal' here."
"You're serious?"
"Idols who enjoy 'sex appeal' enjoy stage life too. Ga-eun, you think I just told you something you didn't know? Nah, you knew. Guys staring at your legs and chest—you can't pretend otherwise."
"......"
"But it's so gross, you ignore it. Hide yourself pretending not to notice. The more you show, the more harassment, so hiding became your defense. Right?"
"......"
"Most trainees have your issue. Most hide like you. But know what? They never debut. Or if they do, they flop. Think fans don't notice?"
"......"
"They sense it instinctively. 'She's wearing a mask, not real with me, hiding something...' So no core fans. Just bandwagoners. Like some in Citrus."
"......"
Whoa, chills.
This guy's an agency VP? His sharp analysis nearly made me clap. He nailed it perfectly. Uncomfortable and gross, but... convincing. Or I don't know if it really was, but I trusted him 100% anyway.
So that's why I need 'sex appeal'.
The difference between me and my members, Citrus and other girl groups. Realizing it, I cautiously shifted my pose. Can't do sex appeal at attention. So I switched to our first album's ending pose.
"Got it. I'll do my best."
"Good attitude. But... why the face? You okay?"
"......"
"What's with the expression? Really hurting somewhere?"
"......"
I straightened up and went back to attention.
Twenty minutes later... a long or short time, depending. I stood at attention while the VP spewed filthy talk. He claimed it was part of the lesson, but I doubted if it helped.
Isn't he just saying whatever he wants?
"Ga-eun's outfit today is wild. Fuck, wanna fuck her so bad."
"......"
"Fill her baby pouch with my cum for ten months till she's full, then feed her baby food from a bottle alternating flavors."
"Can report you, right?"
"Don't misunderstand. Reading comments."
"Eek... for real?"
Surprisingly, all from my fans on the forums.
...Wait, fans or antis? Rape fantasies crudely spelled out, and now I'm questioning if I should amp up sex appeal. Pushing more might turn them into actual criminals... this okay?
"And this is a compilation from top-tier idols."
"...My fans are actually the nice ones."
Yeah, it's fine. At least they don't know my address. 'Fairy-like' meant exactly this—relieved reading rape threats. Idols have it rough.
-Ring ring ring!
-Thud!
"Good work, time's up. That's it for today."
"Huh? Thought it was all day."
"You think one day fixes this?"
"...No."
"At least two months. Got it?"
"Two months?"
"Build tolerance to lewd stuff, practice 'sex appeal' simultaneously. Comeback soon, so train without messing team practice."
"...Roger."
"Oh, homework too. Review today's by next week same time."
"Review? How?"
"Recorded what I said. Before shower daily, mirror-gaze imagining me there, listen. Burdensome, but necessary."
"...Must?"
"For two months. Skip if you want longer."
"...Roger."
So think of him daily. Annoying, but no backing out now. I sighed, took the recorder. Click, thump... 'Fill her baby pouch with my cum...', click. Haa... utterly disgusting.
His stupidly good voice doubled the irritation.