Manager App - Chapter 90: Idol Project
“M-my... body...”
At that moment, Lee Hyunju spoke up in a tiny voice.
“...My body feels strange.”
Her attitude as she complained about her body feeling off made me tilt my head.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Ever since I met you... my body has felt weird. Nothing satisfies me no matter what I do... I keep thinking about you... That's why I came back. Please, fix me. Hah! Ahh... Even last night, all day long... Hngh, I can't take it anymore! I can't hold back, hnggh!!”
Panting heavily, she looked up at me with pleading eyes. Her gaze was so scorching that my face heated up.
But that lasted only a moment. I released her chin and took a step back.
Is this for real?
At a glance, her actions seemed completely genuine. Of course, that didn't mean I should take her words at face value—that would be foolish.
After all, this could all be a desperate lie she cooked up to avoid punishment from me.
I took a slow breath and scanned her body from top to bottom, then back up again. Under my gaze, she shivered all over, her ears turning bright red.
...Should I test her?
After giving her body another once-over, I suddenly reached out and released the restraints binding her arms and legs.
Then, nodding my chin, I spoke.
“Fine. I'll fix you.”
“Ah...!”
Her expression brightened instantly at my words—so radiantly that it almost convinced me her story was true.
“But first, one thing...”
I trailed off, glancing at her legs before continuing.
“...You said you did it all day last night too—what exactly do you mean by that?”
She looked pretty flustered by my question, her eyes widening as she stared at me.
“Your answer?”
“Ah! Th-that is...”
“That is?”
I echoed her, urging her on.
“M-masturbating...”
“Masturbating?”
“Yes... I masturbated. Last night, and the night before...”
Only after I kept pressing did she finally nod and answer.
Masturbating, huh...
It was a pretty lame excuse. I let out a soft chuckle and looked her straight in the eye.
“Alright. Then masturbate for me right now, in front of me.”
“R-right here? Right now?”
“Yes.”
I crossed my arms, and she started glancing at me nervously, hesitating.
I smirked inwardly.
So it was a lie after all.
Who in the world would come here on purpose, breaking our deal? And masturbating last night and the night before? What a ridiculous excuse.
She definitely hadn't kept our promise out of her usual pride.
...I was the idiot for trusting her.
I mocked myself for briefly believing this woman named Lee Hyunju and turned away—only for her to suddenly jump to her feet, yanking off her pants and panties.
She spread her legs, baring herself to me.
“D-don't stare like that.”
In a shy voice, she pleaded as she gripped her trembling thighs with both hands, forcing them wide apart.
Her pussy came fully into view. Especially striking were the neatly trimmed black pubic hairs—like the refined lady of a noble house.
“Why act so embarrassed? We've already seen everything there is to see, haven't we?”
I teased her deliberately, stoking her shame.
“Nggh...”
“Come on, get to it. How else am I supposed to fix your body?”
Tears welling in her eyes, she spoke up.
“If I... masturbate... you'll really fix me, right?”
“Of course.”
I lied without batting an eye. Oblivious to the deceit, she desperately started rubbing her pussy.
“Hah, ngh... Ah! Nghh...”
Starting around her clit, she massaged the folds of her labia—then suddenly met my eyes and whipped her head away. Her hand slowed dramatically.
“You think you'll get off like that? Is that how Lee Hyunju satisfies herself? Looks like your body's weirdness comes from doing it all wrong.”
“N-no, that's not...”
“Not what? Then show me how you usually do it.”
I took a step closer, and she flinched, shoulders shaking—then slowly, steadily began caressing her pussy again.
“...Better this time.”
I watched, arms still crossed.
“Hah, mm. Ngh...Hah!”
Now fully immersed, she grew bolder, her face lost in ecstasy as pleasant moans escaped her lips.
“...Ahn, ah... This feels... weird... Why here... Hah, ahn. Yes, like this... Hnggh!”
Just moments ago she'd been ashamed to do it in front of me—now she spread herself wide, putting on a show as love juices overflowed, soaking her fingers.
“Hyah! Ah, good! So good, aaah! Yes, just like this... Hngg!”
The wet, obscene squelching filled the room, tickling my ears.
“...Good! So good, hahng! Ahn, watch me! Watch! Look at me!! Hauuugh!!”
How long did she rub herself? Suddenly, she cried out and plunged her fingers deep inside. Her back arched like a bow, body convulsing in perfect climax—right in front of me.
“Haaaahng, aaah... Good, aaah... Yes, this. This... Aaaah, finally... Ah, so good. Really good... Hngg!”
Muttering "good" over and over, she went limp as the orgasm faded, savoring the afterglow.
I watched it all, fiddling with my mask before speaking.
“That's strange.”
“Ah...”
She let out a short gasp, glancing at me nervously.
“Didn't you tell me nothing satisfied you? But that looked pretty damn satisfied to me. Am I wrong?”
I leaned in, and she hesitated before mumbling softly.
“I-it's true... Really, nothing satisfied me. But here... just showing you made me... cum like this... It's been so long since it felt this good. Really!”
Her rambling left me lifting my head, conflicted.
This is confusing.
Should I believe her, or test more? I couldn't decide easily.
...One more chance?
After some thought, I decided to trust her once more. No real loss—if anything, her public apology to the nation would just be delayed a day.
I placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Alright. I believe you.”
“Ah!”
She gasped happily.
I chuckled softly and continued.
“But you still need punishment.”
“P-punishment?”
“For breaking our deal, obviously.”
“B-but... I really couldn't help it...”
“No excuses.”
I cut her off, heading to a nearby drawer and grabbing a rope.
“Wh-what are you...?”
Spotting the rope, she trembled in fear.
I chuckled lightly.
“Oh, this? Just prep. We haven't even started the punishment.”
I pulled her arms behind her back and bound them tightly with the rope. Sure, I could use a button for restraints, but she might not go along with it. And honestly, this felt more real.
Atmosphere matters.
As I tied her, she shuddered in terror, which was immensely satisfying—especially the tremors reaching her fingertips.
“No need to be so tense.”
I patted her left shoulder reassuringly after securing her hands.
“Ngh...”
Of course, that didn't calm her. She was radiating fear of the punishment ahead.
I chuckled softly and picked up a box with serrated clips attached.
“...Wh-what's that?”
She asked, panicking.
I held it before her eyes.
“What does it say?”
“El-electric...”
“Correct.”
I roughly tore open her top.
“Kyaaak!”
Riiip! Her blouse shredded easily—thin fabric. The tearing sound heightened the terror.
“Still a well-maintained figure.”
I chuckled, caressing her pale skin.
“Hyah!” She shuddered violently, legs twisting together.
She's feeling it.
Whether from her sensitive body or the Training Room's effects, she reacted intensely to my touch—and the fear.
Seems I'd punished her too harshly at the restaurant that day.
...Might not forget this one.
I scraped her nipple with my finger, then set the box down and clamped a serrated clip onto the hardened bud.
“Kyaaak!”
A sharp scream erupted. I'd been gentle, but she felt it fully.
I clamped the other nipple too, expressing mock regret.
“...Haaaangh!”
With both breasts clamped, I opened the box. A switch set to 0 stared back—easy to use.
“N-no...”
She whimpered pleadingly.
“Don't want punishment? Then keep our promises next time.”
I turned the switch.
“...!!”
Click. Electricity flowed, and her body convulsed wildly. Even her body hairs stood on end.
I turned it off.
“How's that? Fun punishment, right?”
“Aaah...”
She couldn't answer, lips flapping blankly at the ceiling. The shock had been intense.
“Guess it wasn't enough.”
No response. I reached for the switch again.
She shuddered violently.
“N-no! No!”
Terror etched her face.
“Doesn't seem like no to me.”
I turned it.
“Aaah!! Aaaak! Aaah!”
Click. She screamed properly this time, thrashing. After seconds, I turned it off.
“...Haaaangh! Aaah, aaah... Eong, stop... Please stop now. I was wrong! I won't break promises again. Hic! Sniff! Kk!”
She sobbed messily.
“You sure you won't?”
“Y-yes... Really. I won't! I'll keep it!”
Her tearful pleas rang true now. Torture like that would snap anyone awake.
I chuckled and stood.
“Good. One last one to finish.”
“W-wait... Aaaaak!! Aaak! St-stop!! Haaaangh!!!”
Tears streaming, she begged—but I turned the switch.
“...Aaaaaah!! Aak!”
Her body bucked repeatedly until she couldn't take it, pissing herself forcefully.
I turned it off, admiring the sight.
“Hic hic, don't look...Hah! Don't look, I said! Haaaangh!!”
The urine gushed out endlessly, forming a yellow puddle on the floor. She stared at it in dazed horror.