A Courtship Dance to Seduce a Male with Superior Genes (1)
Crossing a line is only hard the first time. Once you've made it over, the rest comes easy.
I figured I had one foot just barely hooked on the midpoint of that line. I could cross it. But the instant I stepped too far forward — I was dead.
"Before we start practicing the new song, I want you in costume first."
"What? Do we really need to? It's not like we're performing right this second! And I have to leave soon anyway…"
"Today's concert has been cancelled. I'd rather you focus on the song right now."
The key was keeping Jung Sujin from holding that concert. If she went through with it, my women wouldn't survive.
Before that… I had to fuck Jung Sujin and turn her into my personal cock-sleeve. That was the goal. This was basically gambling with my life and the lives of my women on the line.
I had to pick every word with extreme care. The way a parent educates a child.
"Ah, I understand, Trainer!"
"From now on, call me Teacher while we're in here."
"Does that have something to do with our relationship?"
"Of course. Titles need to be clearly defined. And from this point on, I'll be speaking casually with you. You and I are in a teacher-student relationship, aren't we?"
Jung Sujin looked slightly taken aback. Was she annoyed that someone dared speak down to her?
But it still seemed to fall within acceptable bounds. She hadn't blown my head off on the spot, after all.
"Yes, I understand. Teacher."
"Uh… well, if that's how it is, I'll call you Teacher too."
Kim Yerin cut in from the side, backing me up. Since the person about to become her colleague was using honorifics, Jung Sujin accepted it without a shred of suspicion.
Perfect timing!
"Then let's start by putting on the outfits I mentioned."
"Okay…"
I set the duffel bag I'd prepared down on the floor. It wasn't even that heavy, but with my strength it was a real struggle to lift. I rolled my wrist in a circle and unzipped it.
Hooo… I don't know if she'll actually put this on. Ugh!
The clothes I'd brought were, naturally, extremely revealing. Kim Yerin had sourced them from somewhere… and they didn't look great. What if she got angry? Then I'd be dead without a chance to even move.
The bottom was more or less a regular skirt, except for how short it was.
The real problem was the top. An absurd scrap of fabric that left her entire navel and both shoulders exposed, plus a cleavage cut so blatant it was almost aggressive.
This was something even a whore wouldn't wear. What if Jung Sujin saw this and blew up? That would be a disaster.
"Th-this is…"
"It's a sexy concept, so of course the outfits have to be revealing."
"But I'm the nation's little sister!"
I couldn't argue with that. What could you even say to someone who was dead-set on pushing a cute concept?
"Sujin. We're a girl group now, remember? We have to do everything the higher-ups tell us."
"B-but still!"
"If you really don't want to, you don't have to wear it. But then how are you supposed to immerse yourself in the song? I don't think you can. You have to become one with the music to produce a masterpiece."
On the surface, it almost made sense. But there was absolutely no reason to abandon comfortable clothes for something else.
I tightened my grip on the tension again. I was betting everything on every single one of Jung Sujin's emotions. There was no other choice. If she got angry, I was dead before I could even resist.
Just thinking about it made my heart start to ache. Would this even…
"Ghhhh! You're right. Ahaha… I'm sorry. I've never done a concept like this before, so I just…"
"If you get it, put it on already. We're already wearing ours."
Kim Yerin casually shrugged off the leather shirt she'd been wearing over everything. And there it was — the exact same outfit I'd just pulled out of the duffel bag.
When the hell had she put that on? While I was still blinking in confusion, Victoria showed hers off as well.
"…"
Han Yuri looked like this was the first time she'd ever worn something so revealing. Her face was burning red as she showed it off. Because of the wings on her back, her pale white back was left completely exposed, carved open by the cut of the fabric.
"I'll change real quick!"
She bolted for the dressing room.
"Hooo… so this actually works."
"Of course it does! Who do you think wrote the Dugun Dugun Heart Attack rulebook?"
"…You did that, Professor?"
"Hey, what do you take me for? If not me, then who? Baek Hanyoung? I'm telling you, nobody else could've done it."
I wished she'd realize that her own track record of bizarre stunts made statements like that hard to take seriously.
"Um… I'm back!"
Jung Sujin came back in her new clothes almost immediately. Probably because there was so little fabric to put on.
The sight of Jung Sujin wearing the utterly shameless outfit Kim Yerin had prepared was, well… filthy. The short squat-cut hem left her thighs completely bare. The slightest movement and her underwear was fully visible. The top barely covered her chest — it'd be more accurate to just call it a sports bra.
Even that had a heart-shaped plunge through the cleavage, so the heavy sway of those thick mounds of fat was on completely shameless display.
Ah, I'm fucked.
This little body of mine was always honest. In an instant, the little dragon inside my pants had transformed into the adult-sized version.
I was gambling with my life here. But desire was always honest. Fortunately I wasn't wearing anything tight, so it didn't show that badly.
"Good. Sujin…"
"Y-yes!"
"Stand right there. You're the leader, so you'll be learning the dance first, as the representative."
"What? But until now we've always done it together…"
"You're the center, aren't you? The person in the middle has to be the best dancer. So we're starting with you."
The thing was, I had absolutely no idea how to dance. So I pulled out my phone and played a video.
This method has to work.
It was already proven that my skill's effects worked just fine even on an S-class Superhuman. Everything I did was like a premium lecture from a professional trainer.
I swallowed hard. What if this woman decided she was in a bad mood and pulverized me?
"This is…?"
"This is the first dance. You could call it the main one."
The dance I showed her was honestly hard to even call a dance.
You know the type. The ones you see on Instagram or YouTube — hands behind the head, swaying the hips left and right.
It's a courtship dance! She's advertising to the male that she's got tits and a pelvis perfectly built for bearing children!
Would you shut the hell up? Don't ruin the mood.
"Th-this is… isn't this Zero One?"
"That's right."
"This seems like plagiarism."
"If you tweak it a little when you dance, it doesn't matter."
Even the most unhinged company in the world wouldn't make this their main choreography. It was way too explicit. Straight-up shaking tits and ass. Even I thought it looked completely insane.
But it would work on Jung Sujin. Why? Because as long as I followed the rules, she wouldn't do a thing.
"Alright, give it a try."
"Uugh…"
Jung Sujin hesitated for a moment, then followed my instructions. Sway… sway… carefully. She rocked her hips. She looked like she had no idea why she was even doing this.
I decided to tell her.
"Stop."
"Y-yes?"
"What the hell are you doing? You're moving like a dandelion in the breeze. Do it again!"
According to the rules, Jung Sujin was an S-class Superhuman who believed she was an idol.
A trainer teaching their assigned idol would do whatever it took. If she was half-assing it like this, I had the authority to tear into her.
"Understood… I'll do it again."
Jung Sujin started moving again. Sway, sway. Her waist rolled.
She was a walking catastrophe, but looking at her appearance alone, she was a genuinely beautiful woman.
My cock throbbed hard. I genuinely wanted to rip that skirt off and bury my dick in her right then and there.
"Stop."
"Yes?"
"That's not how you dance it."
As expected of a top-tier idol, she'd picked up the choreography from the video almost instantly. Her lines were perfect. But I fully intended to tear into Jung Sujin, just as planned.
"You're not swinging at all right now."
"What do you mean…"
"There's no soul in your lines. You don't actually want to be doing this, do you?"
Truth was, I didn't know shit about dancing. But anyone can tear someone down if they try hard enough. Damn right they can.
"How many years since your debut?"
"It's been five years now…"
"You wanna just pack it in after five years and go home? Why aren't you doing this properly?"
"N-no, I…"
"This isn't working. You need to be punished."
Of course, she was a pro among pros and there was absolutely no chance of her going home. But I was tearing her down on purpose. Why wouldn't I be able to?
"Normally I'd just slap your face. But your situation is serious. Stick your ass out. You're getting your ass spanked."
I shouted at her with complete confidence.
Whoa, look at you stacking up more karma. You didn't learn a damn thing from the Baek Hanyoung incident, did you?
Wait. Something just flashed and disappeared.
Well… it's probably nothing. Right?