Chapter 373
Chapter 373
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 373
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (11)
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At first, I was so nervous that no thoughts came to mind at all. I was just following instructions, but I kept second-guessing if this was even right, and I couldn't focus worth a damn. Masturbation... I don't even do it much normally. That cognitive dissonance made my head spin.
"Ga-eun, relax."
"Eut, eurgh..."
For some reason, leaning into the vice president's arms started calming me down bit by bit. If this weren't a lesson, I'd never get my breasts caressed like this. Realizing it was part of the lesson actually settled my nerves even more.
Yeah... this is all for the lesson.
Everything's for my sake.
I took a steadying breath and cautiously moved my fingers. There was no reason to feel embarrassed in front of the vice president anymore. This lesson was supposed to make me feel good like this. Recalling what he'd said, I started masturbating in earnest.
"Ahng. Haang. Ahng. Haang."
"......"
"Haang. Ahng. Haang. Ahng."
"......"
"Feels good. Ahng. Haang."
"......"
"Harder. Haang. Ahng."
"......No, wait, hold on."
"?"
Just as I was getting into it, the vice president interrupted me—with a look like he'd seen something he shouldn't have. I'd put in real effort, so what was his problem now? Man, pandering to this boomer was tough.
"Ga-eun, what the hell are you doing?"
"Masturbating."
"No, not that—the ahng, haang stuff. What was that?"
"Moaning."
"M-moaning? That?"
"You said to masturbate imagining sex with you. So I acted like an adult video actress. Ahng. Haang. Ah, is it too method acting? Should I tone it down?"
"Ahem... y-yeah, could you?"
He let out a massive sigh and started kneading my breasts again. I'd given it my all, but the response sucked. Hmm, maybe I have no talent for acting? He could've at least encouraged me... what a jerk.
"Ga-eun, don't force the acting. Just let your body surrender to the pleasure."
"......Okay."
"...Why Japanese again? Are you sulking?"
"Betsuni (Not really)."
"Hey, trying to nail acting too is greedy."
"Hng..."
"Idols just need pretty faces and good dance moves. Quit overstepping. Tsk, ease up and focus. Time's short."
"......Got it."
At least he acknowledged my improving dance skills. Hmm, he's got a surprisingly cold side. Nodding at his sharp judgment, I resumed masturbating. Just surrender to the pleasure, right? This time, I closed my eyes, concentrated, and followed his advice.
"Ga-eun, feeling good?"
"Eurgh..."
"But sex is way more thrilling than this."
"......Yeah."
"Now, imagine this thumb is my dick."
"Dick... Vice President's dick..."
"During sex, it'll rampage inside your pussy like this."
"Vice President's dick... eut, inside my pussy..."
"Ga-eun, how do you think that'll feel?"
"Ha-ut... No idea."
"It'll definitely feel amazing."
"Really...?"
"Yeah, I guarantee it. For sure."
"Really...?"
"Got it?"
"Eurgh... yeah, got it."
Sex with the vice president feels good.
I don't know for sure, but it's probably true.
Imagining sex as he instructed, I masturbated even more intensely. Sex with a 'dick'—way better than fingering my pussy now. Picturing that dizzying act, I panted in front of him.
"Burn that into your head."
"Eurgh..."
"That's how you'll make an expression that seduces everyone."
"......Roger."
"Getting the hang of it now?"
"......A little."
"Your homework is to masturbate until you get it. Imagine sex with me, and it'll click bit by bit. Got it? Push through the embarrassment and work hard."
"...Okay."
Sigh, I went and did something insane again today.
I slowly dressed while reviewing the lesson. The more perverted, the better the effect—this formula held up again. I don't want to masturbate thinking of the vice president, but it's for growth, so I'll build some patience.
The vice president's lessons are more effective the more perverted they are—a formula I discovered, and it worked again this time. The choreography teacher clapped and praised me. Am I officially on dance duty now? Her sparkling eyes saying my expressions screamed dancer washed away my earlier foul mood.
Hehe, yesterday's gross masturbation paid off.
Thorough review is key, as always.
"Eun-a, great work."
"Thanks, unnie."
"Your expressions were killer today."
"Really?"
"Yeah, total actress vibes. Did you learn gaze control from the vice president too?"
"Uh... maybe?"
"Ooh, really? So the nagging wasn't all for nothing."
"Eurgh..."
Lately, leader Jin-hee unnie's been showing interest in my vice president lessons. She's the purest, cleanest girl I know. Does she want to grow too? But she's so far from 'sex appeal' that I hesitated to recommend it.
"Should I visit the vice president? What do you think, Eun-a?"
"Eh, no big deal? Won't help much."
So I badmouthed him in front of her.
What if she gets curious and ends up naked in front of him? I had to prevent that tragedy for my caring Jin-hee unnie. Plus, lessons mean dirty fantasies and masturbation like yesterday...
How could I recommend that?
To protect her purity, I exaggerated his flaws and spun negative tales to steer her away.
Is Eun-a blocking me? I thought she'd help... but her lies soured my mood. We're Citrus members; we'd all grow together. But as a fellow entertainer, she wants the spotlight solo.
Competition's brutal.
Tough for average folks to survive.
The pressure on my shoulders grew heavier.
"Eun-a unnie! What's with today? So sexy!"
"Right?"
"Unnie, do that expression again!"
"This?"
"Kyaaaa! Love it!"
Talented kids live happily day by day... but mediocres like me just endure. I want to smile wide like them, but worries kill my genuine grins.
Am I... breaking down?
Tears welled up; I forced my head down.
"Unnie, you okay?"
"Ah, yeah... just dizzy for a sec."
"You skipped lunch, right? That's why."
"No, I ate a snack."
Our rapper's so chill sometimes. Swallowing my envy, I cautiously stood. Crying like a fool is third-rate. As leader, I couldn't crumble.
"Huh? Unnie, where to?"
"Bathroom."
Citrus is the president's and vice president's dream, right?
If that unnamed actress was right, I qualify for lessons too. Plan was to go with Eun-a, but solo works. I'm a GSB idol; counseling's fair game.
Eun-a's reaction today proved it.
To be an idol, I need shamelessness.
-knock knock
"Vice President, it's Citrus's Jin-hee. May I come in?"
"Come in."
"Hey, what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"......Pardon?"
"What lesson are you asking me for exactly?"
"Uh... w-well..."
"Dance? Vocals? You're already getting those. Need extras? Go to Team Leader, not me. Why me? Huh?"
"Th-that's..."
"Quit stammering and spit it out. What do you want from me?"
"......Lessons."
"What kind?"
"The ones... Eun-a's getting."
"Eun-a's lessons?"
"Y-yes! I'm in Citrus too. I want them. I want to grow like Eun-a. As a Citrus member... at least not embarrass GSB..."
"Fine, so what can you offer me?"
"......Pardon?"
"What'll you give me for lessons?"
"Uh... huh?"
"Can you fuck me?"
"Wh......?"
"Can you have sex with me? Think actresses lining up to 'pay' for my lessons are rare? My rates are higher than you think. Can you handle it?"
"Uh, uhhh..."
"No stammering—straight answer. Can you fuck me?"
Wh-what do I do...? Never expected this; totally thrown. Is the vice president like this? Eun-a was right. Then she... did it with him...? Wh-what now? Do I have to too?
Hah, but... for me...
-click
"Kyaa?!"
"No answer, no leaving."
Siwoo oppa, what do I do? Thought he was my breakthrough, but trap... Competition's brutal. Average folks can't survive. Shoulders heavy, I trembled.
And he eyed me with a pervy grin.