Chapter 390
Chapter 390
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 390
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (28)
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"'Sex appeal' means... the kind of sexual allure that tempts the opposite sex. It's usually for luring someone in to do 'those kinds of things.' But... if you don't even know what 'those kinds of things' are, what's the point of seducing them? That's why your sex appeal feels a bit lacking."
"I see."
"Ah, of course you probably know what 'those kinds of things' are. But... you haven't actually done them, right? That's why your vibe gives off this awkward sex appeal, like you don't really know men."
"...I get it."
Is it that different between people who've experienced 'that' and those who haven't? Up until now, just imagining sex had been enough for me... but now the vice president seems to have gotten greedy, expecting more from me.
So, basically, he's saying we should do 'that' right now.
Even if it's a lesson, suggesting sex to an idol trainee... anyone else would've called the cops on the spot. But the vice president isn't a bad guy... and, well, it's purely for perfecting my sex appeal...
If it's with him... I could allow something like sex.
"Pervert."
"What?"
"You're just saying you'll teach me about sex instead of a guy, right?"
"Well... yeah, something like that."
"Pervert."
"B-but I'm not actually planning to go through with it, so relax."
"Huh?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not gonna do it?"
"Nope. Even for a lesson, I can't just tell you to have sex with me. So instead of actually doing it... I thought we'd do a lesson that mimics the effects."
"...Hmph."
What the hell... why's he like that? I was seriously okay with it, but he's such a clueless old fogey. Passing up a chance to sleep with a girl like me... just like that? No way. He must've become impotent since the last time I saw him.
"So, what kind of lesson is it?"
"Sex inevitably triggers the opposite sex's 'sex hormones.' Today's goal is for you to feel them. Once you sense someone else's sex hormones... your own will naturally secrete, letting you develop true sex appeal."
"...Really?"
"Yeah. But since we'll be dealing with sex hormones, it might get a little risqué... Euna, I hope you can tough it out and follow along."
"...Got it."
"Thanks. So, wanna watch this video? This is what we'll be doing for today's lesson..."
"Huh?"
What is this... He's not impotent—he's a total perv! ...Ah, no, he was always a perv, so maybe he's just fully embraced it now? The video the vice president showed me wasn't your average porn. It was some ultra-degenerate, pro-level filth that only true pervs would applaud.
A woman burying her face in a man's panties, sniffing loudly.
So he's telling me to turn into a perv like that woman right now?
I stared at the vice president in disbelief, and he sheepishly looked away. He knew full well how pervy this was. Honestly... this is too much. Demanding this from a normal person... I wanted to smack him.
"Um... as you know, sex hormones come from a person's genitals. So even without sex... just contact with the opposite sex's genitals lets you feel those hormones."
But... he sounded so professional, it wasn't some excuse he made up to be pervy. So for my growth, I had to sniff the vice president's cock—the one that had aroused me before—from inside his pants and underwear.
Every night in my fantasies, every night over the phone...
"..."
The thick, hard cock that had torn through my hymen over and over...
"..."
Its filthy, musky smell.
"Confirmed."
No helping it then. I didn't want to smell the vice president's cock even if it killed me... but I couldn't back out now. I glared at him once, then walked over, knelt down, and pulled off his pants.
"Haaa..."
And then... a dizzying, addictive scent washed over me.
A smell incomparable to perfume... obscenely lewd beyond belief.
This is cock smell.
I blankly inhaled the vice president's cock scent. It was foul and bizarre, but strangely addictive. A mix of disgust and thrill? The cock that had ravaged me hundreds, thousands of times in my fantasies... smelled like this.
"Euna, how is it?"
"Disgusting."
"...R-really?"
"Did you wash?"
"Hey! Of course I did!"
"Hmng... You washed and it still smells like this? Sniiff, haaa... Weird. You're lying, right? How does it smell this strong after washing? Sniff, haaaaa..."
"That's just how it is down there—even a little movement makes it smell."
"Haaa... I see, hmng..."
Truly a mysterious scent. Should I sniff it properly? Like the woman in the video, I buried my face in his panties. Then the vice president's cock... started hardening bit by bit. Even though it hadn't budged until now.
This insolent cock.
Annoyed, I rubbed my face against his erect cock.
"Ack, hey... Ugh, what the hell?!"
The vice president made a weird noise and pulled back.
"Hmph."
"Euna, hey!"
"Hmph."
"Stop, stop!"
Pfhehehe, so his cock is his weak spot. Learning this new fact, I stopped messing around and resumed the lesson. I had no idea what effect burying my face and sniffing would have... but smelling his cock was more fun than I expected. Gleefully, I inhaled deeply.
"Sniiff, haa..."
But... as I kept doing it...
"Sniiiiff, haaa..."
Soon, my head was filled with the vice president's scent.
"Haaa... Cock smell... Hmng..."
And as I kept going...
"Vice President's smell... Haa, ungh... Sniiff, haa..."
A signal started from my pussy.
"Cock smell, sniiff... Vice President's smell, whooo..."
Rubbing my face on the cock that got hard because of me, lewd droplets fell—drip, drop. My pussy, imagining being fucked by him without realizing, was wetting itself to invite him in.
"Cock, cockkk..."
Ahh, in the practice room, the dorm, the waiting room...
The vice president's cock that fucked me over and over.
"Cooockkk..."
If not just fantasy, not phone sex, but reality... it'd feel amazing, right? Imagining that impossible, forbidden moment, an unbearable sexual urge surged up.
Desperate to fuck the vice president like this, I snuck my hand down and started masturbating. He was standing right there... but I couldn't quench this without it. Drenched in his cock scent, I...
Kept rubbing my face against it nonstop while fingering myself.
"Ungh, haa... Ahng, haaang."
"......"
"Haa, Vice President... Uuung..."
"...Euna."
Then... unable to hold back, the vice president finally called my name.
"Ung, haht... This, haang... Vice President, haa... This is..."
"How is it? Feel the hormones?"
Surprisingly, he didn't seem angry. Instead, like he'd hoped for this, he gently stroked my head. As if masturbating while sniffing his cock... was the whole point of the lesson.
"Yeees... Haa, I think so..."
Reassured... I started masturbating in earnest.
Hugging his waist, feeling his hard cock, I frantically clawed at my pussy insides. He watched, but I didn't care. Right now, releasing nearly two months of pent-up desire came first. Phone sex helped some... but it wasn't enough...
So I had to seize this chance.
"Vice President, haa... Ung, ahng."
But... since I'm smelling cock anyway...
Do I have to keep the panties on?
"Yeah, sniffing like that will... Nngh, ack?! Euna, wait!"
"Haaa... These are in the way."
"Ugh?!"
"Ah, caught on the cock... Like this?"
"Euna?!"
"There..."
Curious, I pulled down his panties for a deeper, richer cock scent. Then an enormous, grotesquely massive cock—beyond my imagination—appeared before me. The vice president's rock-hard erection had insane power to drive anyone mad just by looking.
"Whoa... It's so weird-looking..."
"Wait, Euna..."
"Hmph."
So I immediately swallowed the vice president's cock.
This scary cock.
I had to hide it from my sight before it devoured me.