Idol Project
“Looks like you quite enjoyed the reward I gave you.”
“Ah……! Th-that……”
Only then did Lee Hyunju snap out of it at my question, her face flushing beet red as her eyes darted around in shame.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, suddenly reaching out to grab her shoulder and pull myself up.
“……Ngh!”
I yanked her pretty hard, drawing a moan from between her lips. At the same time, her body lost its balance and fell right into my arms.
I steadied her upright and whispered, “Put some real strength into your legs. Otherwise, the next punishment will be extremely painful.”
“……!!”
Her face drained of color at my words. Trembling, she forced her lips to move and speak.
“……D-do I still have to take more?”
“Still? I haven't even started yet.”
I grinned mischievously as I dragged her toward the wooden pony set up in the room. Her expression shifted with every step.
“W-wait a second!”
Suddenly, Lee Hyunju pulled back and shouted.
“What's wrong?”
I turned to look at her, and without a moment's hesitation, she dropped to her knees on the floor, begging me.
“I did wrong! Waaah, I did wrong! Please forgive me now! Sob sob, please!”
Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded. I tilted my head as if I couldn't understand, then spoke.
“Why are you apologizing to me?”
“Huh? Huh? W-well, because……”
“The people you should be apologizing to aren't me—they're the citizens of the Republic of Korea. Especially since you made kids do drugs and completely ruined them. That article was very interesting.”
Interesting? It was enough to make my blood boil. Even though the victims were minors, she got off with a slap on the wrist because they “consented” to the relationship. And the drug stuff? Daehan Shipping denied it outright, and the investigation fizzled out.
In the end, her only legal punishment was for having improper relations with multiple minors on board the ship. That was it.
“Th-that was……”
“Don't worry. I'm not blaming you for that. I was just intrigued. That Korea is such a great country to live in.”
I pulled her to her feet and led her straight to the triangular wooden pony.
“P-please forgive me! There's no way I can ride that! Please! I'll do anything else—just not that……!”
Her pleading voice piqued my interest, and I put on an amused expression as I replied.
“Then how about playing with the goblins?”
“Th-that……”
“That?”
“……”
I echoed her words to urge a response, but she clamped her lips shut, unable to answer.
“If you don't like that, then get on.”
I pushed her back, and with a tearful face, she slowly stepped toward the wooden pony.
“Ngh!”
As her pussy touched the edge, she let out a moan and shuddered.
“Hurry up and move.”
I slapped her ass with my palm—smack!—and her sharp scream echoed through the room.
A moment later, she tiptoed carefully, trying to keep her pussy from touching the pony's ridge.
“Hah, ngh! Eut.”
But no matter what, avoiding the sharp edge entirely was impossible. Every time it grazed her, she moaned like she might collapse, shaking her head wildly.
“Aren't you going to sit on the pony?”
“I-I can't possibly sit on that!”
She cried out in anguish, and she was right—the sharp triangular ridge looked like it would split her pussy in two. Right now, the fleeting brushes felt strangely good…… But if she put her full weight on it? Agony was guaranteed.
“Try sitting on it, just as a test.”
But you never know until you try.
“Aaaah!! It hurts! It hurts!! Stop! Get your hands off! Get them off me!! Aaaah!! I said get off!!”
I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed down. Her body sank, and the pony's sharp edge stabbed into her pussy. Her ears turned red as she screamed in pain.
“Oh dear…… It really does hurt, doesn't it.”
Confirming it was genuinely painful, I released her shoulders with a small sigh of admiration.
“Waaah! Wah! Hah, ngh…… Aaaah, I'm dying…… Die, you demonic bastard! Demon! Waaah!”
Like a spring uncoiling, she shot up onto her tiptoes, sobbing pitifully. Watching her, a strange thrill welled up inside me, along with a growing sadistic urge to torment her more.
Especially since the image of her glaring defiantly while bowing in apology to the nation kept flashing in my mind.
This woman is that woman?
What an amusing situation. I chuckled and picked up the short riding crop from the wall.
It was short, split into multiple strands, but perfect for hitting multiple spots at once and leaving fewer marks than a full whip.
“Wh-what…… Aaah, please! Please forgive me! That insult just now was a mistake! It wasn't me! Please!”
Spotting the crop in my hand, she begged desperately, veins bulging on her neck.
But I ignored her and swung.
Crack!
“……Kyaaah! St-stop…… Aaah!!”
The crop lashed her back, leaving red welts as the candle wax shattered and fell. Her legs buckled from the impact, driving the pony's edge deep into her pussy.
“Aaaah!! I-I'm dying! Stop! Please stop! Kyaaah!”
Crack!
Pain from above and below overwhelmed her, leaving her half-dazed as she begged. But I didn't stop—instead, I whipped her harder, her pleas like cheering.
“……Aaah! Ah! It hurts! Hngh! Kyah!”
Each lash etched red lines across her body. The flowers stuck to her skin scattered like falling petals. A truly beautiful sight—anyone would sigh in awe.
Crack!
“Aaaah!!”
I struck her ass, her head snapping back as the red wax crumbled and splattered.
“Magnificent.”
Crack!
“Kyaaah! Ah, aaaah……”
Lashing her back again, the multi-stranded crop painted vivid red lines, like drawing on pristine white paper.
“……Ngh! Ah, aaah! Ah……”
As I pondered the next spot, her moans weakened, and her body collapsed. I caught her arm just in time.
“Passed out? Hmm……?”
Tsking at her tear-streaked, snotty, drooling unconscious face, I heard a trickle from below. Looking down—yep, she'd wet herself, and the urine was mixed with red blood. The pony's edge must have torn her pussy.
This is……
Tongue clicking, I pulled her off the pony and laid her on the floor.
“Summon Healer's Staff.”
I held out my hand, and a staff of heartwood color appeared—shorter than the black one, but still substantial.
I tapped the floor sharply and intoned, “Stamina Recovery.”
White steam flowed from the staff into her body.
“……So this is how it heals.”
Impressed, I said, “Wound Recovery.”
More steam enveloped her, mending every injury—even those from the pony.
Perfect!
I inwardly cheered. I considered healing my own wounds after the cooldown, but decided against it—sudden recovery would raise suspicions at the hospital. Besides, my shoulder barely hurt anymore; the gauze was more annoying. The nurse had even said today that it looked fully healed.
I caressed my shoulder briefly, then unsummoned the staff and waited for her to wake.
A few minutes later, she stirred with a soft moan.
“Nng……”
The recovery effects were potent; she opened her eyes quickly.
“……Wh-where……”
“Awake now, Ms. Lee Hyunju?”
“Kyaaah!!”
My words barely finished before she screamed shrilly, curling into a ball and trembling violently.
“……Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”
I chuckled softly and stroked her body.
“What are you apologizing for?”
“Sorry! Sorry! Hngh, sorry!”
She wouldn't stop. I grabbed her cheeks firmly.
“Didn't I tell you? Apologize to the citizens.”
“I-I'll do it! I'll do it! I will!”
I smiled faintly and released her.
“Good. Shall we move on to the next punishment?”
“N-now please forgive me! I've reflected! Really!”
As I stood, she desperately crawled to my feet, pleading.
I chuckled lightly.
“Sorry. I've fallen for that line a few times before.”
“Wh-what do you……”
“I think we need to be more thorough. Understand.”
I pulled her up by the arm and sat her in the chair opposite.
“I-I'm not lying! I never lie! It's all real! Really!”
She trembled like a leaf, begging. I ignored her and spoke.
“Yes, I believe you. But what can we do? I'm a coward.”
“S-such……”
I chuckled softly and pulled out the alligator clip I'd found while waiting.
“What do you think I'll do with this?”
“P-please……”
“Answer quickly, or I'll clip your pussy with it.”
I spread it wide in front of her eyes. Her face paled.
“Y-your breasts! You're going to clip my breasts!”
“Correct. You've got some experience, I see.”
“Kyaaah!”
I clamped her nipple, eliciting a sharp scream.
“One more to go.”
“Kyaaaah!”
Chuckling, I clamped the other. She writhed in agony, tears pouring down, dripping wildly onto her knees.
“Ms. Lee Hyunju.”
“Hah, nngh…… Hngh, ngh!”
“Not listening again?”
“Ah, aaaah! No! No! I am!”
I pulled out another clip.
“Good. See this alligator clip?”
“Y-yes. Yes……”
“This is the last one.”
“Ah……”
Relief washed over her face as she stared at it.
“Where should I clip it?”
Her eyes darted, then she stuck out her tongue.
“M-my tongue. Please do my tongue.”
Her pink tongue lolling out—I burst out laughing.
“Hahaha! What a masterpiece. Excellent. Now I can trust you.”
“Hngh! Nngh!”
I clamped her tongue, and she convulsed in pain, sharp moans escaping as her body shook violently.
This should be enough, right?
*The Supreme Court ruled that filming sexual relations with a person aged 13 or older with consent does not violate the Act on the Protection of Children and Juveniles from Sexual Abuse. [This is a real precedent.]
That's right. As long as it's consensual and filmed, it's legal.
—> Now you understand why Hyunju's underage ship orgy ended with a 2-year suspended sentence.