Chapter 369
Chapter 369
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 369
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (7)
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"Ooh... You've gotten a lot better at doing it by hand, huh?"
"Heh."
"So, wanna try doing it with your body this time?"
"Got it."
A week's worth of hard homework had paid off. Now I could pull off a 'sex appeal' move with my eyes closed. It all boiled down to how well you mimicked sex, right? Reviewing the porn clips the vice president gave me every night before bed had been effective.
'Ugh? Unnie, why are you washing the sheets so often?'
'Eun-ah unnie, did you... pee the bed?!'
I'd gotten some weird misunderstandings midway when the pillow got soaked... but the results mattered most. Now I was a full-fledged idol. Time to show it off to the vice president. I confidently stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the pillow.
"Ga-eun-ah, you can do it without porn this time, right?"
"Eh."
"What, you still need porn?"
"......N-No, I don't."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I can do it without looking."
"Alright, give it a shot."
I hadn't expected him to throw in restrictions here. The vice president was sharp as ever. But I wasn't one to back down. The cowgirl position I'd practiced hundreds of times... My body remembered it even without the video. Like this, twisting my hips so an imaginary cock scraped against my inner walls...
"Whoa... And you learned this in just a week?"
"Hngh, hng... Told you I could."
"Hold on, lemme record this for comparison."
"Okayyy..."
"Damn, you've improved a ton."
The vice president sounded genuinely impressed. His clearly changed reaction lifted my spirits. Even that picky old geezer approved. Riding the momentum, I turned my hips toward the smartphone. He grinned wide and clapped for me.
"I figured it'd take at least a month... Ga-eun-ah, you've got some real talent, huh?"
"Yeah. Guess so."
"At this rate, we can skip right to the next level."
"There's more?"
"Yeah, blatantly shaking your hips like that is just the basics. Now we apply it—that's advanced. I prepared just in case... Perfect timing. I'll show you now."
With that, he pulled a tablet from his bag and played a typical idol straight-cam video. What was he planning to say this time? Curiosity piqued, I watched the clip he started.
"I'll show you two moves first... This is the first choreography."
"Hmm... This has 'sex appeal' too?"
"Why? Doesn't look like it?"
It felt more 'pretty' or 'cool' than 'sexy.' Watching the senior idol lightly snap her hips while dancing, I tilted my head. No matter how I looked at it, it seemed far from sex appeal.
But... if the vice president said so, it must be.
I stared at him, demanding an explanation.
"Ga-eun-ah, remember this: For an idol, the hips are sex."
"Eh?"
"Repeat after me. The hips are sex."
"The... hips are sex?"
"Right. Even if it looks like nothing special... Focus on the hips, and it's automatically a sex-appeal dance. No exceptions. Now, stick out your thumb."
"Here."
"Remember? Shoving your thumb into a vertical fist is sex."
"......Yeah."
"What if you rotate your hips around it?"
"Ngh, nghh..."
"Feels stimulating, right?"
"Yes..."
"What about snapping your hips like in this choreo?"
"Haahh..."
"Stimulating too, huh?"
"Y-Yes..."
"That's why 'the hips are sex.'"
"......Mhm."
I didn't fully get it... but somehow I did. No clue what exactly, but I kinda grasped it. So... hip movements were key? Even small motions could stimulate a cock... That must be why 'the hips are sex.'
"Now reverse it. Pretend you're shoving my cock into your pussy."
"Mngh... Done."
"Move your hips however you want."
"Hah..."
"Feel my cock?"
"Y-Yeah... I do."
"Your pussy only feels the cock when your hips move, and vice versa. But if your hips don't... Feel it now? Yeah, it's there, but no real stimulation, right?"
"Yes, exactly."
"That's why hips matter."
"Aha..."
"And that's why choreo focusing on hips screams sex appeal. Get it now?"
"Mhm... Kinda."
Now I vaguely understood what he meant. Even simple moves became sex-evoking if they used the hips. So this choreo... It looked innocent, but it was sex appeal in disguise.
Man... So much to learn.
Lessons with this annoying vice president sucked, but at least I was gaining something.
"That's why you put them in crop tops? To draw eyes to their hips?"
"Oho! Exactly. Smart cookie."
"Duh."
"Now this second video... Sense it just from this?"
"Hip wave... That's sex too."
"Yeah, obvious, right?"
"Yep."
"These days, subtle sex appeal in choreo trumps blatant stuff."
"Gotcha."
"So... Time to learn the subtle kind?"
"...Gotcha."
"Let's start with the first move. Key is thinking sex while dancing. 'How should I move my hips for the best fuck?' Dance with that in mind, and you'll improve naturally."
"......Gotcha."
"Come on, time's short. Up you go."
Content-wise, it was still vulgar and gross. But damn useful, so... Sigh, no choice but to power through. I stood, hands on hips, ready for the first dance he showed.
......Huh? But dancing like this, my boobs...
"Shouldn't I take off my bra?"
"Nah, endure the pain. Gotta capture them bouncing."
"112 for police, right?"
"It's for the lesson... Sigh, bust morphing next time? Yeah, today just focus on sex-minded dancing."
"......Noted."
Bust morphing? What the hell.
One more thing to learn. Idols were tough. Why didn't Siwoo oppa teach me this? If he had, I never would've started...
Hmm, probably why? Knew I'd bail? That guy's sly as hell... Regretted it, but too late to quit.
Gotta work hard for the members...
I kept the bra on and got back into position.
"Panties? Can I wear 'em?"
"No."
"......Bummer."
"Whatever, music's starting. Dance."
"...Noted."
Hated exposing down there even now... but the vice president was trustworthy. Swallowing my reluctance, I focused on my hips.
Ga-eun's talents were solid, as confirmed by the Producer's Eye. Dance, vocals... She lacked in nothing. All she needed was time. That's why Citrus's producer, Lee Siwoo, delayed the second album as much as possible. His stubborn hope that Ga-eun would awaken during prep.
And... had that wish reached the heavens?
Finally, Ga-eun was breaking her shell.
At some point, an idol's aura started emanating from her. Vocals and dance were still stagnant, but her expression skills jumping from C to B had transformed her completely.
"Ah, team leader, you're here?"
"Jin-su, record that. Spoiler material."
"Huh? Oh... Ga-eun? Got it."
Ga-eun's irresistible charm glued eyes to her. Seeing it, Lee Siwoo was certain of the second album's success. And he anticipated more. Just one rank up in expression did this. What about her after all talents bloomed?
Lee Siwoo felt a pleasant thrill.
"Huge, right? Changed that much in a month. Guess GSB's vice president is on another level. Thought actors were his thing, not idols..."
"......What?"
"Ga-eun's glow-up is all thanks to him. Worried when he said private lessons, but totally unnecessary."
"Ah... Y-Yeah. Right."
But Choi Jin-su doused Lee Siwoo's excitement.
As he said, the vice president deserved credit for Ga-eun's change. No clue what lessons, but the stark improvement screamed quality coaching.
Lee Siwoo didn't like it one bit. He wanted to raise Citrus on his own power. The vice president's meddling irked him.
"Ahaha, Siwoo-oniichan! Here for me?"
"Nah, he's here for me!"
"Here for both of you."
"Ehehe, hear that? Not here for unnie!"
But... two months was all. The reluctant lessons would end in one more. Then he'd coach personally, he resolved. Grinning wide, Lee Siwoo approached Citrus.
'Ugh... Two months feels too short... Ask the vice president for one more?'
And at that moment, Ga-eun was thinking the exact opposite of Lee Siwoo.