Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: As Expected of the Main Vocal, Even Her Climaxing Sounds Are Art
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As expected.
"Ye-rin, see you later!"
The LUNIQUE members left Shin Ye-rin behind and took off.
What was this, abandoning a stray dog? Shin Ye-rin stared vacantly out the window at her bandmates, who were waving cheerfully, blissfully unaware.
In the meantime, I pulled out the black box.
Startled by the noise, Shin Ye-rin whipped around to look at me. I watched until the girls were completely out of sight.
A moment later, once I confirmed they'd headed back to the dorm, I got out of the driver's seat and climbed into the back.
Shin Ye-rin's face drained of color, her eyes wide with panic.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Threatening me again?"
-Scrape.
"Can't you hear me? What is this?!"
"What do you think it is?"
-Thud.
"It's a threat."
I closed and locked the car door, chuckling lowly.
Shin Ye-rin's face twisted in dismay.
"You said it would take a few days!"
"Doesn't matter if I made up my mind in one day."
"...!"
Realizing I had no intention of listening to her, Shin Ye-rin clamped her mouth shut. Her face flushed beet red.
Maybe it was the bleached blonde hair, but even in the dim car interior, her reddened complexion was plain as day.
Fascinated, I reached out and touched her hair.
"I heard bleaching hurts your scalp. Does it for you too?"
As I grasped a strand of fine blonde, she swatted my hand away with sharp, upturned eyes.
"Get off."
"...Feisty one."
I shrugged, savoring the lingering warmth on my skin and the brief texture of her hair.
I'd originally planned to just force things, but her reaction made that seem impossible.
[Inner Thoughts: Disgust, Wariness, Anxiety, Nervousness]
See that? She's on high alert.
Shin Ye-rin was practically a feral cat, hissing without actually baring her teeth.
That's when I made my offer.
"Here's the deal."
"...?"
"Twenty times from now on. Do as I say, and I won't touch you after that. But if you give it your all and satisfy me those twenty times, I'll take care of you from then on—no strings attached. Sound good?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to believe that?"
Shin Ye-rin scowled and spat a curse. I raised my eyebrows, shrugging like it was no skin off my back.
"Don't like it? Then fuck off."
"...".
She bit her lip, narrowing her eyes at my attitude. Even if she seemed wary of me pulling some trick, her gaze drifted to the air now and then—she was clearly running the numbers in her head.
I added a few words to help her math along.
"Ye-rin-ah. I think you're a smart girl."
"...Shut up."
"You know you don't have options. Don't waste time overthinking."
"I said shut up!"
Shin Ye-rin snapped at me for needling her from the side.
My face hardened at her cheek, and she flinched, dropping her gaze.
Then, in a meek voice:
"Not twenty... could you make it ten?"
"Hm. Should I?"
"Really?"
"Nah, no way in hell."
"...".
Her head had shot up with a flicker of hope, but realizing I'd toyed with her, tears welled in her eyes.
I said it like I was doing her a favor.
"Fine, I'll count the last one we did."
"...".
"That's the end of it. Now strip."
"...What?"
Her tears vanished in an instant.
As she stared at me, doubting her ears, I shot her a look that said she'd heard right.
Her face burned crimson—her blonde hair practically glowed red.
"You fucking psycho...! Outside again?!"
"Then where the fuck else?"
She held her breath as I shot back with curses.
I pressed on.
"Want to hit a hotel? Or my place? Risk getting real photos snapped? If that's your thing, go for it."
"No... I don't want that."
She shook her head weakly.
"Good. Me neither. That's why I killed the black box. Hurry up and strip."
"...".
Trembling at my urging, she raised her hands. She seemed about to undress, then hesitated, glancing at me.
"Not stripping? What're you waiting for?"
"...Could you turn off the light?"
The interior light must've embarrassed her. Tough shit.
"Nope."
"...What if someone sees from outside?"
"...".
Irritation bubbled up at her whining inside a celebrity van draped in curtains.
"Curtains block everything—what's your fucking excuse...?"
I raked back my bangs, muttering curses. Only then did she raise her hands again.
She only listened after rough words. Like she got off on it or something.
Shin Ye-rin stripped piece by piece.
Off came the t-shirt, revealing not a tank top this time, but a bra.
I tilted my head at the mature, black lace number brimming with sensuality.
"You look all puppy-eyed and innocent, but your underwear taste is like this?"
"...Shut up. It's my choice."
"Right. Matching set with the bottoms?"
"I said shut it!"
Even as she snapped, she shed her lower half.
Short tennis skirt and black panties gone, revealing black lace matching the top.
"Definitely a set."
"...".
"It is, so why the anger?"
"...".
This girl... she was pissed because it embarrassed her that it matched.
Despite my prodding, she invoked silence, stripping down to nothing until she was fully nude.
"Eek...".
She twitched, arms and legs itching to cover up, but remembering my prior order, she squeezed her eyes shut.
Thanks to that, I leisurely admired her body.
Under the low, confined glow of the car lights—unlike the bright waiting room—her naked form looked even more voluptuous.
Innocent face with a fiery temper. A pure-concept girl group, yet her body leaned sexy over sweet.
As I stared for a good while, the silence must've gotten to her. She cracked her eyes open.
"...How long are you just gonna stare?"
"Forever, but now I wanna see something else."
"...?"
One thing had nagged me since starting at the company.
What kind of face did an innocent-looking girl idol make when she felt it?
"Masturbate."
Her face contorted in horror.
She immediately covered herself with both arms, glaring daggers. Eyes brimming like she might cry any second.
"E-enough already, you!"
"Don't want to? Fine, sex works too."
"...!"
Her mental defenses crumbled at my crass words; she couldn't even retort.
She even flicked her gaze to my crotch, imagining getting fucked here.
When I said sex, I meant a blowjob—status treated it as sex anyway.
Then.
"Hic...".
Finally resolved, she sobbed openly, slowly parting her legs.
But she barely spread them before whimpering.
"I... I can't."
"Spread wider."
"Hic...".
"You begged for vocal fixes. Wider."
Mention of her weakness made her tremble as she took deep breaths.
Biting her lip, she finally spread her legs fully.
Between them gleamed a pristine pink pussy.
"Pretty."
No flattery. It was genuinely a beautiful shape and color.
Ignoring my sincere praise, she reached down toward her tightly shut slit.
Her hesitant hand settled on top—her clit.
Her fingertips began circling the clit in lazy loops.
No sound, no change in expression.
Just clumsy fumbling.
Unable to watch, I growled a warning.
"Do it right, unless you want me pissed."
She paused, mumbling softly.
"...I am doing it right."
"Yeah? Then why does it look like you're dying to fuck up tomorrow's stage?"
Her heart must've sunk; she froze, forgetting to breathe.
But soon, eyes shut against the shame, she started properly.
One hand stroked around her pussy, then pinched the thin hood over her clit.
The other rolled her tiny crimson nub between fingertips.
"Hng... Ung...!"
From what I knew, the clitoris was pure pleasure central—intense stimulation.
Who knew I'd verify it through her.
[Inner Thoughts: Pleasure, Confusion, Tension, Fear, Anxiety]
Her status updated in real time, proving she was for real now.
I silently spectated her masturbation show.
Each roll of her hypersensitive, swollen clit made her grimace in strain.
Inhales hollowed her throat; her chest swelled outward.
Pleasure from her clit hardened her pink nipples.
"Hah, ungh! Ha...!"
She shuddered her eyelids, exhaling raggedly.
The car filled with heat.
Hot air she'd generated alone.
Breathing it in made blood rush south, my dick swelling.
I peeked through the curtain—windows fogged with moisture—and mocked her.
"Ye-rin-ah. See? Windows are all steamed up. Anyone peeking would think we're fucking."
"Hng, sh-shut...! Ah...!"
"Feeling it while talking? You get off on abuse?"
"Ahng... Shut up! Ha, haa!"
"You're fucking hilarious."
Watching her tear up from humiliation yet moan explosively felt like admiring a trained dog doing tricks.
Tears streamed now—shame or pleasure, who knew. Her pace slowed soon after.
But,
"Why slow down? Need help?"
"No... need...!"
I raised a hand, wiggling middle and ring fingers. She snarled back.
I chuckled at her sweat-matted blonde bangs.
"Just so you know—if you're stopping 'cause you're close, guess tomorrow's stage doesn't matter."
"That's such bullshit...!"
"Don't like it? Cum then."
She tried arguing but shrank at my tone.
Then ramped up speed again, rubbing her clit.
Circling clockwise, pressing hard like bursting it, palm up-down for friction.
Her breaths grew frantic.
"Hah... Ha, ahng... Ah...!"
Her eyes glistened with heat.
Or sorrow. Or ecstasy.
Sweat and tears trailed cheeks, wetting her heaving breasts.
How great was the stage to corrupt someone this much? Curiosity flickered, but whatever—not my problem.
Suddenly, her toes curled tight.
Body coiled fetal, head dropping low. A scream-moan erupted.
Climax.
"Ah, ah...! Haa...! Aaaah!"
Her juices soaked the seat. She trembled in aftershocks, barely catching her breath.
I sneered at her limp, spent form.
"As expected of the Main Vocal. Even her climaxing sounds are art."
She glared with pure loathing—different from usual.
"One orgasm and your eyes glaze over. Sexy."
"...Hah, for real."
She let out a disbelieving scoff, reaching for her clothes.
Before I stood.
"...?"
As I rose, she looked up.
Then I dropped pants and underwear, unleashing my long-hard cock.
"Think you're the only one who gets off? Suck it already."
She scrunched her puppy-dog face.
"Dog bastard...".
The puppy calls me a dog bastard.
Then it's fine for two dogs like us, right?