Chapter 389
Chapter 389
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 389
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (27)
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Using Ji-young had been the right call.
Thanks to the faux romance, I'd managed to kiss Jin-hee, but pushing to the next stage looked like a real challenge. Jin-hee had this stubborn hang-up about chastity, leaving me in a tough spot... but Ji-young, who'd already slept with me, let me poke at Jin-hee's "proper lady" beliefs in just the right situations.
"Yeah, so if we're not stopping at kisses... shouldn't we go all the way?"
Jin-hee, who used to stiffen up at the mere touch of my hand on her thigh, had sent the signal first. She'd heard about actors sleeping together for "research" and seemed to rethink things... A hugely satisfying shift for me. By now, Jin-hee had definitely dialed back her hang-up on sex to the level of just kissing.
- Smack!
"Haht?!"
But that didn't mean I could just dive right in—that'd be amateur hour.
I'd finally earned her trust; I had to play it out to the end. If I jumped her the second the opportunity arose, she might snap back to her senses and start doubting me. So, sex with Jin-hee had to unfold completely naturally.
Pretend to drop the bed scene script by accident, let her read it, and emphasize it was all just "practice"... then I could take her without a hitch. She already didn't resist me climbing on top... If I just followed the steps in order, I could conquer her easily.
[Got it. See you next week.]
Meanwhile, Eun-a was already at the final stage.
Lessons were resuming next week... and if I wanted, I could have her that very day. Hell, even if I didn't push it, she might just beg for sex the moment we met.
The payoff from two months of phone sex and deliberate distance.
But jumping straight to it would take all the fun out of it.
I had total control here. An S-class idol like Ga-eun, mine to toy with however I pleased—wasting that chance would be a shame. If I was going to take her, better to turn her into even more of a pervert first... then it'd be delicious.
So... start with teaching her how to give head?
Aaah, just imagining it had my crotch throbbing already.
"If you're done with the call, hurry up and fuck me. You promised... till morning."
Fine then, I'd kill time playing with Ji-young until then. I ended the call, stripped off my pants, and climbed on top of her. Usually, I'd wrap things up quick, but since she'd helped me out today... as thanks, I'd grant her wish.
Finally... finally, the day to lesson with the vice president had arrived. Two months by the lunar calendar. Sixty-one days, to be exact. And in hours... whatever, who cares about that. Point was, I could finally see him.
So the second team practice ended, I changed and bolted to the vice president.
"Eun-a, you're here?"
Then, perfectly naturally, I stripped again.
Anyone else would've yelled "What the hell?", but getting naked during lessons was our little pact. So I had to keep it. Not because I wanted to show him my body or anything. Definitely not.
"Yeah, I'm here. Clothes go on the couch."
His face after so long. Still pervy as ever, but surprisingly, something had changed in two months. Sudden dark circles and noticeably gaunt cheeks. He'd said he was busy... was that why? From creepy perv to tired perv.
"Haaah... Yeah, leave 'em there."
Yawning right in my face like some geezer.
But... not exactly pitiful.
This was the guy who'd gotten Jin-hee noona's scent all over him. A lowlife perv who'd only done gross, sleazy lessons... trying to play the "I've suffered" card just made me want to spit. Instead of worrying, I handed him a little something.
"Huh? What's that?"
"Found it."
"Eek, found stuff is iffy..."
"Then give it back."
"Hahaha, nah. Thanks, whatever it is, I'll use it."
"Open it now."
He might look like a perv, but he was my lesson teacher. Couldn't show up empty-handed after so long. So I grabbed... well, literally whatever, as a gift.
"Ooh... isn't this fancy cologne? Hasn't even settled the accounts yet... you sure?"
"Saved my allowance for it."
"Eun-a...... Thanks."
"Spray it on before our lesson. No excuses."
"Wait... were you beating around the bush that I stink?"
"Took you this long?"
"Hey! I shower morning and night 'cause they say I smell like an old man?!"
"Ugh, stinky."
"I don't, damn it?!"
"Whatever... watch my dance. It's the title track choreo from album two."
Pffft, getting all huffy like a kid instead of acting his age... I ignored his cute whining, hit play, and launched into the dance I'd practiced nonstop for two months. Well, nonstop except for masturbation and phone sex breaks. I was confident.
Truth be told, I wanted faux sex right then... no, faux sex appeal practice... but first, I had to keep my promise to show him how I'd changed. Faux sex could wait till after I wowed him.
Two months of pouring my charm—sex appeal, precisely—into every move. I danced for him, right in front of his eyes.
- Beep.
"Ah, hold on."
But yeah... guess I need the bra after all. My tits bounced too much even with small moves; super annoying. I excused myself and put it back on. Hid one charm point, but oh well. Sacrifice for the greater good.
"Ooh... you've improved a ton? Good stuff."
"......That's it?"
"Huh?"
"Hmph. Lame."
"What?"
"Nothing."
But despite all that effort, I didn't get the reaction I wanted. Sadly, no change in his pants. Jin-su oppa had fled the practice room the second he saw my dance.
Had he... gone impotent again while I wasn't looking?
Thoroughly humiliating, all around.
"You've improved, but... it's a bit lacking."
"...Lacking?"
"Mm... you definitely look the idol part now... which makes it even more of a shame."
"Why?"
"Eun-a, ever heard 'overdoing it misses the mark'?"
"Yeah. Excess is as bad as shortfall."
"More like, excess is worse than shortfall."
"Huh?"
"Guess you're too young for idioms..."
Why bust out idioms outta nowhere? Total boomer. His vocab was so dated. I let it go in one ear and out the other. But... overdoing it bad? "More is always better," right?
Wanted to argue, but sass back and I'd get scolded. So I held my tongue.
Hit me again... there probably aren't many idols as good as me.
"...Anyway, long story short, your dancing's textbook overkill."
"Don't get it."
"Umm... like a pitcher throwing only fastballs versus mixing in changeups..."
"Don't know baseball."
"Uuuuh... like in dating, why push-pull's key."
"Oh, that I know."
"Yeah, constant push or constant pull kills the fun."
"Right."
"That's pacing—rhythm control. You're lacking it."
"Me?"
"Think about it. An idol dripping sex appeal start to finish, versus one who does it just once on stage. Which hits harder?"
"......Aha?"
"I taught you sex appeal for the latter, not the former. So from now on, don't do it nonstop—pick impact moments. Practice that instead."
"...Aha."
"Should've told you sooner..."
"Yeah, you should've."
"Eh, at least your basics are solid now. Lucky break."
"......?"
"Gotta have fundamentals for pacing... worked out fine. All practice turns to blood and muscle eventually. Normally, you'd start this pre-debut..."
"Ugh, shut up."
"......"
"Ah, sorry. Slipped out."
Okay... I kinda got it. Tease the fans, basically. Show everything upfront and it leaks out—no mystery. Save the peak for the climax... Hmm, did it really need that? Why not just go full throttle from the start? Made sense but didn't.
"Plus, stopping mid-lesson dulled your sex appeal a bit."
"Really?"
"The 'sexiness' you show is stimulating, but... it's that subtle, awkward kind only pros notice. Put another way... sexiness from someone who doesn't know men?"
"Eek."
"So today, let's spend time learning about men... Sound good?"
"Gasp."
"Eun-a?"
"Um... sure. With you, vice president?"
"Yup."
"Then fine. But spray the cologne first."
Mmm, perfect. The fresh scent replaced his usual staleness—much better. Now it was just our time. Pacing I didn't get, but learning the vice president? Welcome aboard.
Nail this, and faux sex next?
With eager eyes on him, I slipped off my bra right in front of the vice president.