Chapter 375
Chapter 375
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 375
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (13)
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As soon as the alarm rang, Park Soo-min rushed home and dashed to her desk to boot up her computer. It was all to watch Citrus's N-Live—the fan communication broadcast hosted directly by the idols—on her big screen. After finishing her setup for the first time in ages, she hit the record button. With everything ready, Park Soo-min logged into the community.
As expected from a community packed with hardcore Citrus fans, pretty much every user was hyped for the N-Live. Resuming N-Live meant a comeback was right around the corner. Real fans knew that, turning the place into a total festival vibe.
Park Soo-min loved the energy. Grinning ear to ear, she shared a bunch of N-Live GIFs to pump up the community—and shamelessly promote her ultimate bias, Yuki.
*Ding~*
The broadcast flicked on right on time.
Having finished lurking, Park Soo-min locked in on the stream. She freaked out and teared up. Those two angelic, lovable faces. I'm so glad I stanned them, she thought, jumping into the chat.
It had been half a year since the last N-Live, but the two hadn't changed a bit. Still pure and innocent-looking: Yuki and Ciel. Park Soo-min flashed a mom smile at their overflowing cuteness, hugging her Citrus merch tight. The Yuki-Ciel combo was truth. It was love.
Then, out of nowhere, an unexpected accident hit mid-broadcast.
Did her little sister not realize they were live? Ga-eun swung the door open and walked in. Everyone watching froze. Her unreal beauty left them speechless. No way, she's this pretty with no makeup? Park Soo-min muttered without thinking.
".........Whoa."
The fans' silence stretched on.
Park Soo-min stared blankly at her monitor, brain stalled.
Even as a girl herself, her heart was racing.
The Ga-eun on screen wasn't the one she knew.
Even more stunning after half a year... no, how do you even describe it? Beyond beauty, she'd become a dizzying femme fatale. With a small smile and wave to the fans, she wielded a fatal charm that turned people into fools. Just looking at her stirred excitement—she was the most seductive goddess of beauty.
"Too... pretty..."
And so, Park Soo-min became Ga-eun's slave. Face flushed red, she panted, eyes glued to Ga-eun's retreating back. Swallowing her regret, she barely calmed her trembling body.
"Ga-eun... haa..."
Up until today, she'd hated Ga-eun. But from now on, she was her diehard fan. Pretty face doesn't make everything forgivable... but for Ga-eun, it did. Realizing that, Park Soo-min hit up the community.
Luckily, the fans were on the same page.
The title track was finally locked in. Song name: 'V-tamin'. The title was kinda meh, but the track itself slapped. As expected from Siwoo oppa. Exactly the performance-heavy vibe we wanted, and that chorus was so catchy it looped in my head nonstop.
This could actually be a hit, right?
The confidence surging from it felt great.
"Hng... hng... uung, ng..."
Did the vice president think the same? Humming the new track, I headed to the private practice room. It was supposed to be the last lesson, but I had no plans to stop. There's still so much to learn. He said at least two months, so I'd push for an extension.
"Ga-eun, sorry, but I'm swamped. Can't do sessions for a bit."
"?"
"You listening?"
"?"
"Ga-eun?"
"?"
But the vice president said something weird. Was he seriously turning down my request? Even for him, that was too much. Ditching mid-way? As an employee, I asserted my rights.
"Eeeing."
"...What're you doing?"
"Ack."
Didn't land.
Because he's impotent? It was aegyo I learned from Yuki, but no dice. Jin-su oppa and my fans would've died for it... Vice president was tough. So picky. Switching tactics, I bowed my head.
"Hic. Sob."
"...What're you doing?"
"Ack."
No tears came.
No talent for acting, huh? Oh well, nobody's perfect... I'd accept it. But I can dance. Not as good as Yuki, but I'm no slouch.
So to hone that talent, we had to extend the lessons.
"Hmph."
"Ga-eun, it's not like I'm cutting you off completely."
"..."
"Gotta focus on my main job for about two months. Just wait a bit."
"Two months?"
"Yeah."
"...Noted."
Unfortunately, the vice president had 'adult circumstances.' As a fellow adult, I'd understand. Sucks, but what can you do? With a sigh, I stripped.
Then climbed on top of him and let my body take over.
"Touch me, please."
"Got it."
A lesson in masturbation while he caressed me. Pretty slutty session, but after that N-Live GIF blew up, it proved effective. They said my expressions were too sultry to look away from. Recalling that face, I touched my pussy.
"Feel good?"
"Not yet... harder, please."
"Like this?"
"Haht... uung, yes, like that..."
"Okay."
"And, hng... my nipples are sensitive, so focus there."
"Got it."
About five minutes in, my body heated up. Sticky sounds from my pussy, lewd moans from my mouth. Ahh, feels good... But sex is... way better than this, right...
The vice president's cock pressing against my ass.
Imagining it scraping my walls, my hips twitched on their own. Sex with the vice president... it'd feel amazing, right? Haa, sex... cock sex... good sex... sex with Vice President...
"Haa, uung... haaang..."
Looking up at the mirror, a beautiful woman was pleasuring herself.
Her face alone screamed porn star—total slut.
I have to remember this feeling... haht, right?
Pretending it was sex, I rocked my hips. His cock hardened bit by bit beneath me. Hng, not impotent after all. Confirming his virility, I ground even harder.
Two months solo... I had to memorize this sensation.
"Vice President, haa... uuung..."
"Ga-eun... urgh..."
Hehe, getting into it too? He started groaning unpleasantly. Gone was his usual cool demeanor—he flailed like a newbie trainee. Last session... maybe give some service?
I shifted to face him.
"Haa, Vice President... it's poking me?"
"Wha... huh?"
"Pervert."
"S-Sorry, no, this is..."
"Pervert."
"Ga-eun, wait..."
"Pervert."
Then I hugged him tight and shook my hips furiously. His cock against my pussy got several times harder. Now I felt good without even touching myself.
"Vice President, feels good?"
"Uh, u, uung..."
"Me too."
Should've done this ages ago.
Such a shame to learn this trick on the last day.