Manager App - Chapter 75: Idol Project
"Today I'm in a great mood, so I'll end your punishment here."
"Ahh... Ah..."
At my words, Hyunju's face twisted in pain even as she showed a glimpse of relief. The punishment I'd given her must have been truly agonizing. I let out a soft chuckle and gently stroked under her chin, like petting a dog's throat, before speaking again.
"Alright, one last question."
"Hah... Ah! Ahhn!"
As my fingertips tickled under her chin, a sweet moan escaped her lips. At the same time, her tongue—still clamped by the alligator clip—writhed wildly, dripping thick strands of saliva.
"What are you going to do once you're back in reality, Miss Hyunju?"
"Th-that's..."
When I asked, she struggled to form words through her slurred speech.
"That's what?"
"Apologize... to the public... Hngh! S-sorry..."
"And?"
"A-and...?"
At my follow-up, she looked up at me with a confused expression. I let out a small laugh and prompted her.
"What about me?"
"Ah, aaah! I-I won't say anything about you! Never! Hngh!"
"Just not say anything?"
"I-I won't breathe a word! Hah... Ah! Aah!"
"Perfect. I love this obedient side of you, Miss Hyunju."
As I said that, my hand slid from her chin down her neck, over her collarbone, and to her breast. I gave it a light squeeze.
"Haaahh!!"
Her lips parted in a piercing cry as I gripped her breast. She trembled violently, drooling messily—it seemed she loved it.
Her attitude's compliant enough, but I can't fully trust her yet.
Chuckling to myself at the sight, I stood up.
...She'll probably cause a scene the moment she gets back to reality, just like Seoyeon did.
This Hyunju had just as much fire in her as Yu Seoyeon. Clicking my tongue in annoyance, I turned away, carefully pulling out my smartphone so she wouldn't see. Once the training session ended, the space before me went dark.
See you again soon.
But it wasn't over. The instant she returned, I'd summon her right back here. I grinned inwardly, imagining her panicked face.
"Ah...!"
When darkness suddenly engulfed her vision, Hyunju let out an involuntary whimper of fear. But it was only for a moment—light flooded back in, returning her to the restaurant where she'd last been. She collapsed to the floor with a thud.
"M-Miss?"
The waitstaff, who had been bowing their heads amid her earlier barrage of insults and abuse, jumped in surprise and rushed to help her up. Supported by them, she sank into a chair and examined her body.
It doesn't hurt anymore...
The excruciating pain from the alligator clips on her nipples and tongue was gone. A lingering ache confirmed it hadn't been a dream. Especially that man's final, brutal grip on her breast... Her face flushed crimson as she touched herself.
...Not a dream.
Shivering, she stood abruptly to flee. Lingering here might anger him and drag her back to that room for the same torment—or worse. Just thinking of those goblins made her legs buckle.
As she hurried away, darkness swallowed her vision again.
Why!
The world faded like light devoured by shadow. Despair gripped her; she tried to scream, but no sound came. All she could do was flail her arms in futile resistance.
"Aah..."
Light returned, revealing the room lined with tools.
"Why!!"
Hyunju cried out in injustice. Why was she summoned back? She hadn't said a word. She'd been desperately trying to leave, lips sealed about that man. Tears streamed down her face as she bowed her head, shoulders trembling.
"Hello, Miss Hyunju."
As she sobbed, the door creaked open. The man entered, white cape flowing, wearing a comical mask. He strode toward her confidently.
Hyunju jerked her head up and shouted.
"I-I didn't say anything! Not a peep!"
"Is that so?"
His voice dripped with incomprehension.
"Y-yes! Really! Send me back! Please?"
"You didn't say a single word?"
"No! Really!"
"Sounds like a lie."
He roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze up. Compliant, she pleaded.
"Eung, really! I didn't say anything! Sob sob, it's not a lie!"
She trembled, terrified of more punishment.
"Didn't you think deep down this was all a dream?"
"No! Eung, no! Never!"
"Didn't you want to call the police?"
"N-never! I'm not that stupid! H-how could I report without evidence?"
"Don't you hate me?"
"No! No! I don't hate you! I like you! Hic, I like you! Really!"
She screamed her answers louder than ever in her life, her desperation fueled by the memory of those goblin beasts—their foul breath, their hands dragging her limbs under the chair like demons to hell. Their groping after forcing her prone was so vile she wanted to scrub herself raw.
"Surprising. I never thought you'd obey so sweetly... What a shame."
He released her chin with a sigh of admiration. She exhaled in relief.
"Th-then... you'll send me back?"
"Huh? Why?"
His feigned surprise made her stammer.
"Wh-why? I... I didn't do anything wrong."
He stroked his mask thoughtfully, as if troubled.
"True... but strangely, I just want to torment you more."
"P-please..."
She begged outright.
"How about this? Something you can enjoy too, while I punish you and have my fun."
He chuckled merrily, humming a tune.
"Th-there's no such thing!"
Instinct screamed danger; she shuddered and yelled. Ignoring her, he rummaged through the tools, shoulders shaking with laughter. Then, in his usual slurred tone:
"Here it is!"
He pulled out an enema kit.