Ero Doujinshi Fantasies
You're thinking of doing something rough to me, right? Like in an ero doujinshi!
The shoot wrapped up successfully. Capturing shots of all three during that brief window at sunrise had been a real challenge, but The Queens handled it smoothly—they were pros at pictorials, after all. Minji fumbled a bit, but Soye and Haeun covered for her perfectly.
After that, it was just individual shots under the crisp morning sunlight. Two of them took it leisurely, while the remaining one stumbled along a little, but everything went off without a hitch.
"How's it looking, Sejin?"
Aside from Soye clinging to me a tad too much, that is.
"Perfect. We can move right on to the next pose."
"Ehehe, got it."
Soye would strike a pose, get the shot, then come straight back to me for feedback. I'd flash double thumbs-up and tell her it was the best every time, but she still checked in after each one. Was she just loving the praise? I tried toning it down a notch once, and sure enough, she pouted a little and stuck even closer.
"......."
While watching the other two shoot, I'd occasionally feel Soye's gaze on me. I'd admire Haeun's bikini or smile at Minji's bust morphing perfectly, only for a sharp pain to hit the back of my head. Turn around, and there was Soye smiling sweetly from afar.
This is work, work! I'd tell myself inwardly, and Soye seemed to get it—no complaints, just that look in her eyes. That particular look.
"Hing."
Meanwhile, Minji kept tripping and fumbling, forcing me to look after her constantly. And whenever I did, she'd shrink back all cute-like, dragging out the care time unnecessarily. Minji, just stand up already. Stop falling, buck up, and hype yourself for once. Why are you tripping when it's me catching the glares?
In this flawless shoot, I was breaking a sweat over the one—or two—problems staring me right in the face.
During the shoot, Park Minji could feel Lee Sejin's eyes on her.
Oppa... he's staring at me sooo much...
Seeing how he scrutinized not just Soye and Haeun, but her too, she was convinced he was ogling her body.
Just as I thought... Oppa is... that kind of guy...
He checked on her thoroughly, ignoring Soye's glances. His eyes seemed calm at first glance, but inside? Probably filthy thoughts.
He's dying to do those things to me too... just like in an ero doujinshi...!
It terrified her. Those rough hands kneading her whole body, groping her breasts wildly, then slamming that huge cock inside her... And filling her up with cum, defiling her inside and out... What would that feel like?
Uuugh...
Just imagining it was scary and embarrassing. Every time she sensed his gaze, her body stiffened and heated up a little. Poses she'd normally nail turned into NG after NG, sending her tumbling.
And each time, Sejin rushed over like he'd been waiting, hands on her body.
Hiiik...
Whatever her inner turmoil, it was still her manager helping out. Minji couldn't refuse, just screamed internally.
If this keeps up... Oppa might mess me up too soon...
Instead of screams, her fantasies exploded. So much so that she missed how Sejin's looks and actions were exactly like any normal workday.
Her delusions just kept ballooning.
Over the past few days watching Minji's training, I'd noticed something off. Her performance was worse than usual. She was already the weak link, and now it had dropped another level—driving me nuts.
The upcoming show demanded peak performance, and with her like this? Big problem.
"Maybe just cut her out..."
Kim Su-hyeok, watching alongside, spewed nonsense instead of solutions.
"What're you saying? Minji's a Queens member too."
"Pfft, fuck, she's that useless..."
"She's done fine so far. Probably just a slump."
"Ha! What the hell has she done to slump? She just rolls around all day."
Says the guy who's been gallivanting outside lately.
"A manager giving up that easy? Useless."
"Gasp, Chief? W-when did you get here?"
"Just now."
"Ahahaha... Just venting frustration. I wouldn't really cut her."
"With you sneaking out every day, maybe I should cut someone else."
"......."
Caught red-handed by the chief, Kim Su-hyeok clammed up. He mumbled a few more apologies and bolted from the training room.
"Hah, that bastard... Stealing your spotlight's got him acting out."
The chief clicked his tongue at the retreating figure.
"Sejin, take good care of Minji. You're all she's got right now."
"Yes, sir. I will."
Hearing that lit a fire under me. Not that I needed the order—I was already planning it.
So I set up special one-on-one sessions with Minji. After all duties wrapped, late into the night, I'd coach her personally, sidelining Soye's care and Haeun's training for the week.
Another week passed like that.
Oppa lately... always just watching me...
For that week of training, Park Minji was hyper-aware of Lee Sejin. A guy who might treat her like an ero doujinshi heroine any second, setting up solo late-night sessions? Impossible not to obsess.
My first time... in the training room... like an ero doujinshi...
She'd devoured doujinshi of idols banging in offices or practice rooms. She knew all the flags leading to those plots—or thought she did—so every move felt loaded.
But—
Why isn't he touching me...?
Sejin just drilled dance practice. Sharper critiques than ever, nitpicking from steps to fingertips, even pulling in Haeun to demo. Pure teaching.
Is he planning a 3P... or something...?
Weird. In doujinshi, they'd have fucked a dozen times by now. What gives?
Those photos of Haeun and Soye's video were burned into her brain. Sejin ravaging them like—or beyond—an ero doujinshi.
Why not me...?
No clue. Was she lacking something? How to make him—
Gasp, what am I even thinking?!
She shook her head, denying the thought.
"Hey, Minji, focus."
"Y-yes!"
She nearly tripped mid-dance. Snapped back by Sejin's call, she refocused—but strange feelings bubbled up. Embarrassment, disappointment... Mixed into the fear when looking at him was this itchy tingle, growing bit by bit.
What is this...?
Minji struggled to grasp her emotions. New confusion swirled in her head, dragging her performance down further.
This was maddening. No matter how much practice, Minji's performance wouldn't improve.
No choice. Diet be damned—I'd try the carrot approach.
"Minji, nail today's training, and I'll give you a reward."
Late evening, before starting our one-on-one in the training room, I dangled the bait.
"A r-reward...?"
"Yeah. Something you'll love."
"Wh-what is iiiit...?"
"Secret for now."
Spilling it outright was tempting, but suspense would motivate her more. Gotta build that hype.
"Hoee~."
Minji let out a weird squeal. Pumped already? Time to milk this.
"Don't need the full thing—just nail one verse perfectly."
She knew the moves; it was speed and precision lacking. Focused reps would fix it, burn calories too. A little chocolate wouldn't wreck her diet with this workout volume.
Boost intrinsic motivation with anticipation, then reward with chocolate for energy recovery... Extra exercise lately means diet's safe. Perfect plan.
Minji hesitated, then struck her pose. Expectation flushing her cheeks, powering her up.
"Alright, let's go. Nail it quick, and we're out."
"Y-yes...!"
Good luck, Minji.
Two hours later, staring at our poor, collapsed Minji panting on the floor, I thought:
This ain't working either.
She'd tried hard—more effort than usual, visibly. But performance? No gain. Sometimes it even dipped further. Off-beat, sloppy moves...
Hmm, motivation's up, so what's the issue?
She'd peeked at me nervously mid-session. Did "reward" backfire?
"Hah, hah, heuk, hweuk..."
"Minji, wipe your sweat."
I handed her a towel. She scrubbed her face, then shoved it under her clothes, rubbing under her breasts.
Panting, wiping sweat from her cleavage. Steam rose faintly from her sweat-soaked top after all that jumping.
Insane.
Up close, it was brutal. Two hours of her over-100cm tits bouncing had my dick stirring already, and now this?
I can see a bit. Cover up, girl.
Whether comfy with me or just exhausted, she hiked her top high to wipe—even inside the sports bra, flashing underboob. Plus the steam wafting off those breasts...
Oof.
No joke. Glancing awkwardly at her—bam, eye contact.
"......."
"......."
Minji froze mid-motion. Silence stretched between us.