Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 003
Chapter Title: Try Satisfying This
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Shin Ye-rin believed it.
Inner Thoughts: Faith, Expectation, Anxiety
On the day of recording, she was convinced her throat would be in perfect condition.
At the same time, she was trembling with anxiety.
Worried that I might not give her that amazingly effective tea.
It was needless concern.
"Here you go."
The day after wrapping up their college festival schedule.
LUNIQUE gathered in the recording studio, and Shin Ye-rin, who had her waist-length wavy blonde hair tied up high, demanded it the moment she saw me with the green tea.
I poured it into a paper cup without protest, and she gulped it down like it was the elixir of life, not leaving a single drop behind.
Then, without so much as glancing at me, she started recording.
The result?
'It went straight to hell.'
No exaggeration.
The recording was a total disaster.
Shin Ye-rin's high notes wouldn't climb.
Even after drinking the green tea, there was no effect.
Obviously. I hadn't manipulated her stats.
Status:Vocal B+ (A-), Dance B-, Rap C+, Lyrics C, Composition C-
- Mental state severely damaged due to temporary decline in vocal ability.
- Vocal cords downgraded one level due to status ailment.
'I said I'd give you green tea, not that I'd cure your status ailment?'
They tried recording multiple times, but Shin Ye-rin couldn't nail the high notes. Eventually, the engineer suggested a compromise.
"Your throat doesn't seem fully recovered yet. Should I just tweak it manually and move on?"
"What? Don't touch the equipment on your own!"
Then sing it properly yourself.
Shin Ye-rin, brimming with pride as the main vocalist, was throwing a fit, leaving the LUNIQUE members and the engineer looking troubled.
I put on a suitably awkward expression.
The moment she spotted me in the studio, Shin Ye-rin's face flushed bright red, and she stormed out.
"Hey, Manager!"
Easy target, me.
"You think this is funny?"
"I wasn't laughing."
"Shut up! What the hell happened? Are you kidding me? Today's recording is ruined because of you. Got it?!"
Blame me for this?
Starting with dumping her vocal cord issue on me, Shin Ye-rin's tantrum escalated.
The more she ranted, the more uncomfortable everyone in the studio looked—especially the engineer.
The LUNIQUE girls might try to soothe her as a fellow group member, but the engineer had work to do.
"If you're going to complain that much, maybe focus more on throat care..."
"...!"
The engineer finally snapped, and Shin Ye-rin bit her lip hard.
Opportunity.
"Ye-rin. Let's talk privately for a sec."
"What? Why me...?"
"Can't you see everyone's exhausted because of you? Don't be a nuisance at work."
"..."
When I treated her like a burden, she clenched her fists.
In the end, Shin Ye-rin chose to leave the studio quietly.
We entered an empty break room and closed the door.
As I sat on the break room sofa, she undid her blonde ponytail and stood against the wall with her arms crossed, refusing to sit across from me.
"What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"You ruined today's recording! I'm so embarrassed I can't even explain why!"
Hah. What a total nutjob.
I set this up, sure, but even knowing that, her words were infuriating.
"Ruined because of me?"
"You said drinking your tea would temporarily fix my throat no matter what!"
"Did you ignore the part where I said it's just a folk remedy, and I might get flak for it?"
"What are you getting at? You want an apology? Sorry! I'm sorry!"
"No interest in empty apologies. I was thinking about what would relieve my stress the most."
When I spat out "revenge," her shoulders twitched. Then, as I unzipped my pants, her eyes shot to my crotch.
Pulling down my pants and underwear together revealed my slightly swollen cock.
Her ears, pierced with jewelry, turned beet red, and her eyes widened round.
I pointed at my cock with a finger.
"Try satisfying this."
As the words left my mouth, my cock twitched on its own.
Whoa, what the fuck.
'Dopamine's going insane.'
If not for my ability, this would've been unthinkable.
My cock wriggled slightly amid the surging dopamine burning through my brain.
"Y-you psycho..."
"Ye-rin. Think carefully before answering. If you're fine quitting as an idol right now, go ahead and report me for this crap. No one's gonna believe you anyway."
"...!"
"Logically, who'd buy some bullshit about superpowers and then this demand? The higher-ups will just fire me to shut you up."
After I leave Novia Entertainment, things will play out just like I said earlier.
"..."
Shin Ye-rin froze solid. She was so immersed in the reality of it she couldn't even think of bolting from the room.
'That's right.'
Whip time over. Now for the carrot.
"Ye-rin. This isn't a bad deal, is it? You think the only thing I can do is ruin things? What if I can do the opposite too?"
Of course, only after you work hard enough to melt away all my stress.
The trick to lying is mixing in a bit of truth.
Her eyes wavered at that, then flicked back to the dark red cock protruding from my pants.
Her temper was a bitch, but for an idol who loved her job, it was tempting bait.
Inner Thoughts: Anger, Resentment, Fear, Anxiety → Conflict, Tension, Expectation, Fear, Regret, Anxiety, Nervousness
See? The status window doesn't lie.
She swallowed, her pale throat bobbing. The fear-drained color returned to her face at the promise of idol success.
Her eyes gleamed not with tears, but venom.
Just once.
Just get through this once!
'That's the face she's making.'
Naturally, I had zero intention of stopping at once.
But why say that now?
"..."
I silently watched what she'd do.
A normal girl might agonize for months before accepting such a deal.
But Shin Ye-rin, fueled by sheer spite?
"Ugh..."
Decision made, she sniffled and dropped to her knees before me. Raising both hands loaded with silver layered rings, she reached for my cock.
Her cold, tense fingers clumsily gripped it and began jerking awkwardly back and forth.
The skin slid along with her strokes, pushing back the foreskin over the glans, which then caught on the ridge of the swollen head.
The pink glans emerged, and clear precum beaded from the narrow slit.
"Ugh, hng..."
As the cock's heat transferred to her cold hand, she furrowed her straight brows and half-sobbed.
Shin Ye-rin, main vocalist of LUNIQUE—the epitome of innocence from Novia Entertainment, one of Korea's big three agencies.
She, who'd poured everything into reaching that spot, was now gripping and shaking the cock of the manager she'd always ignored, all to hold onto her position.
My cock, wrapped in her grasp, throbbed hard at the fact that this idol, who'd always lorded over me, was suppressing her disgust to pleasure it.
Dopamine exploded at corrupting this proud girl group member with her strong professional pride and idol ego.
Even though her inexperienced strokes barely stimulated me, the situation alone kept my cock swelling.
And then, veins bulged along the dark red shaft.
"Hurry up and finish, you fuck..."
"Stop."
"...!"
At my word, she yanked her hand away like she'd been waiting. Looking up at my face, she panicked.