Chapter 406
Chapter 406
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 406
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (44)
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A man who climbed to the vice president's seat purely on family connections, despite having zero talent. A pervert whose only "work" was sneaking peeks at female celebrities' breasts and legs. A lecherous, filthy pig. A repulsive creep who matched his ugly looks perfectly.
That was the real vice president, or so I'd heard.
And sure enough, that's exactly what he was.
When Citrus first formed, he'd eyed our bodies with that sleazy gaze... Just thinking about it confirmed he was trash. Remembering how he'd boldly wasted our time that day, he was someone not worth a second glance.
"Hasn't the VP changed lately?"
"Right? I heard the president chewed him out."
"Nah... it's not just his attitude. They say his eye for scripts is no joke."
"Oh yeah, I heard that too! He's supposedly pro-level!"
But over the past year, the rumors about him had done a complete 180.
Actors from Team 1 started praising him, saying he hadn't gotten the VP spot for nothing. I dismissed it as nonsense at first, but the rumors wouldn't die. Then big-name actors started jumping ship to GSB, turning those whispers into cold, hard truth.
"Did you see the VP doing a read-through with So-yeon sunbae?"
"Yeah... it made me feel so inadequate. Their acting was just... ugh."
"I heard Woo-jin sunbae defected because of the VP too. Guess it's legit."
Still, I couldn't buy into it so easily.
Rumors were just rumors. He could've fabricated them using his position, and swallowing them whole would be idiotic. Even when investigating him for NTR purposes, I'd kept doubting him nonstop.
[The VP? Hmm... he's pretty foolish, I'd say. Indecisive yet selfish, seems thoughtful but greedy... Heh, nothing nice to say.]
And wouldn't you know it...
The VP was an incompetent fool who couldn't even earn his direct subordinate Han Ji-young's trust. Sure, he'd lucked into some acting epiphany... but from her words, he was still pulling the same trash stunts, as repulsive as ever.
"Huh? Show me something like this... and you've left me no choice but to blackmail you."
So I'd grabbed his weakness and shaken him down.
A slimy piece of trash who got his position through connections and abused it? Status would mean everything to him. Blackmail him with this video, and the guy Jinhee unnie loved—the one who'd beg and grovel to keep his VP seat—would become my plaything.
"What are you... you ignoring me right now?"
But... why was he so calm?
According to plan, he should've caved right away... Instead, the VP stood from his seat like it was nothing, casually locked the door, then eyed me up and down like a predator drooling over trapped prey.
"Fine, go ahead and try blackmailing me."
"...Huh?"
"I said blackmail me. That's why you rushed over here first thing in the morning, right? You've got the guts for it."
"...You don't see this?"
"Me banging Jinhee?"
"Y-Yeah! Don't you know what happens if this gets out?"
"What happens?"
"...Huh?"
"What happens? Tell me. What exactly goes down?"
The VP shot back at Yuki with a steely voice. Flustered, she broke out in cold sweat. The VP from a year ago had been a leg-staring pervert... but now he had the face of a yakuza who could snuff out a life without blinking.
"You're asking like you don't know? It's a massive scandal! Jinhee unnie gets forced into retirement, Citrus disbands. And you—the one who sparked it—face severe punishment. The agency's VP sleeping with an agency idol... You'll get booted from the industry. Everything you've built your whole career will crumble!"
But Yuki didn't back down. No matter his attitude, she had a solid weapon. As long as she held it, the VP could never beat her.
"Ooh, impressive guesswork. But is that all?"
"Huh?"
"You said blackmail, so you must want something from me."
"...That's right. Just one thing."
"What's that?"
"Slave."
"...What?"
"From now on, act like my slave... Do exactly what I say."
"That's your demand?"
"Yeah. I needed a loyal slave."
So Yuki confidently cornered the VP. She added that if he touched her even a little, she'd leak the video to her reporter contacts. Regaining her composure, she glared at him and slowly sank into the sofa. The VP let out a light sigh and met her eyes.
"Yuki, you don't know this industry at all. You think leaking that one video gets me run out of showbiz? If it were rape, maybe—but this is consensual. That puts me in the advantageous spot."
"...What?"
"Even if it leaks, the hit I take is minimal. It wasn't forced... just a man and woman mutually attracted getting it on. No major ethical or legal issues."
"N-No way!"
"I'm not done. Listen to the end."
"Ugh..."
His face hardened into something chillingly scary as he glared at Yuki. Facing an adult's full seriousness for the first time, she felt an inexplicable dread. But instead of trembling, she stared him down, refusing to lose. Whatever he said, she had the video—victory was hers.
"You're the one in trouble. Secretly filming a tryst and spreading it? That's criminal. You won't be forgiven. Fans will hate you for disbanding Citrus, the company will sue you for tanking the group."
"...Hah?"
"Think it's just a lawsuit? They'll demand damages too. All the money invested in making you an idol, plus opportunity costs from your mess—billions, easy. More like tens of billions. The second it leaks, you're drowning in debt. Unrecoverable debt."
Tragically, that video was worthless.
The VP prophesied her future like it was inevitable. Annoyed, Yuki tried denying it... but the more she heard, the more convinced she became. If the contract voided before settlement—and she was the cause—the company might really demand compensation.
"You're joking, right?"
"Does it sound like a joke? Go ahead and leak it then."
"No way..."
Did she get too cocky thinking she had him? Did Han Ji-young's words about him being naive make her drop her guard? Yuki had underestimated the VP way too much, and that arrogance turned poisonous, plunging her into crisis. She'd thought he'd quake at the mere threat, but he was cool as ice—now she was the one cornered.
"What's wrong? Can't do it?"
"S-Stay back!"
"Alright, special service then. I'll rape you so you can leak that instead."
Huh? R-Rape? ...Rape? My brain short-circuited, replaying his words... He smirked lewdly and closed in slowly. Snapping out of it, I tried to flee—but there was nowhere to run in this locked room.
"S-Stay back! I scream if you come closer!"
"Hahaha. Yeah, scream away."
"You think I won't?! Aaaahhh! Help! Somebody save meee!"
"Puhaha, if you break through the soundproofing, I'll admit defeat."
"L-Liar..."
And worse, terror froze my legs. No matter how hard I strained, I couldn't budge from this sofa. So in the end... I had no choice but to let the VP approach.
"You're a bit rude, but damn, you're pretty."
"G-Get this hand off me!"
"If you hate it that much, fight back. What, too scared to move?"
And to top it off, now my arms wouldn't budge either. So I... ugh, could only watch as he touched my face. And when he... ugh, started stripping me... ugh, I had to let him.
"Cute bra. Wore it to show me?"
"Fuck you, you bastard! You piece of shit! Die, you fucker!"
"Whoa... foreigners really learn to curse first, huh?"
"Die! I said die! You filthy trash bastard!"
"But you're Japanese? Somehow even your cursing is cute."
"I-I'm sorry... B-But this is too far! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Huh? Oh... nothing much. Just trying to make a slave who obeys me, like you wanted."
"...What did you say?"
Shock finally thawed my body. Realizing it, I thrashed to escape... but I couldn't overpower a grown man. He pinned me effortlessly, pulled rope from somewhere, bent me over the sofa, and bound my arms.
"Yuki, if a video leaks of you getting raped, who loses more? You, obviously. A girl—an idol—getting raped? Everyone in the country, hell, the world, will hunt it down to watch."
"P-Please..."
"So if you don't want to end up ugly... you get it?"
Then he set up three cameras... one on my face, one full-body, one for close-ups.
"Please, I beg you... D-Don't do this! Don't!"
"Hey, stay still. Don't want you getting hurt."
"Fuck... fuck youuu!"
"Jeez. Told you not to move? Hmm? What's this? Mismatch top and bottom."
"Die! Dieee!"
"Still... it's kinda cute, so not bad. Alright, let's get started?"
"Nooooo!"
*Ding.* Recording began with that chime. His filthy hands yanked off my panties. Face-down on the sofa, biting my lip... soon I was naked. And before I could even protest... the VP took my virginity.