Chapter 72
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: Idol Target Acquired
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"See you tonight!"
"Yeah. Study hard for the college entrance exam, not sex studies."
"Ugh! You liked it too, Oppa!"
I'd spent the morning leisurely groping Seol's breasts until lunchtime, then we ate together before heading out.
She was off to study until our date, while I swung by school briefly before my volunteer work.
"Wear something comfy for our date later?"
"...You wanna do it outside again...?"
"Nah, not that. I just wanna see you dance once. It just hit me—we talked about it before."
"Oh~ Heehee, you wanna see me dance~?"
"I do. And how about we crash at your place tonight? I'm curious about your room."
"For real?! If you're okay with it, you can stay through the weekend! The house is empty until Sunday!"
"We'll see. Anyway, catch you later."
"Okay! See you soon♡"
*Smack!*
After roughly planning tonight, I sent Seol off and headed straight to college.
I rarely came on my free days, and today's errand could've been handled by phone, but since the volunteer spot wasn't far, I killed two birds with one stone.
'Where's Kim Ji-hoon at?'
I'd only learned at lunch yesterday why I'd been roped into the festival committee, so I was hunting him down to hear the story.
Maybe in the department lounge?
I poked my head into the lounge, which I'd barely visited lately due to my busy schedule, and a few friendly seniors greeted me warmly.
"Whoa, Lee Sun-ha, long time no see? Thought you'd transferred out, you punk."
"Can't blame him. Got a girlfriend now—who's got time for this place?"
"Oh yeah, your profile pic with her was insane."
"Hey everyone~ Seen Kim Ji-hoon around?"
"Ji-hoon? He just stepped out to the bathroom—should be back soon."
"Perfect."
I grabbed a seat inside. Before long, seniors started crowding around me.
Not to brag, but I had a solid rep, plenty of connections, and got along with everyone—it was par for the course.
I'd always shown up for group events and helped folks out left and right, so this was natural.
Especially after getting the Good Deed Gacha App—I'd been even more generous with favors.
"How's the beer tent prep going?"
"Same old every year—what's to prep? Just stack crates of booze... Nah, no clue actually."
"Sung-jae'll handle it, shitting bricks with the newbies~"
"Need extra hands?"
"This year's freshmen are super eager, so we're good. You're always off volunteering anyway—stick to that."
"True, but I should still help."
"Nah, you're good. You busted your ass last year from setup to cleanup. Take it easy this time."
"Dragging him around again would make us assholes. Heard you're on the exec committee too."
"That's why I'm looking for Kim Ji-hoon..."
*Click.*
"Huh? Sun-ha, isn't today your free period? What're you doing here?"
"You're the reason, you maniac."
We were mid-chat when Ji-hoon strolled back in. He was still dating Yoon Si-yeon multiple times a week, radiating happiness every damn day.
Though just the day before yesterday, she'd whined to me via text about being lonely at night.
I kinda wanted to show him the pic she'd sent—her pussy dripping after masturbating, teasing, "Hey~ Don't you wanna shove your dick in?"
I was balls-deep in Ga-young at the time, so I just sent a thumbs down and ignored her. She bombarded me with texts, pissed about the read-snub.
Anyway, I cut straight to it with the beaming Ji-hoon.
"Spill how I ended up on the exec committee."
"That? Spill what?"
"Playing dumb like some rom-com webtoon protag—pisses me off. Why'd you drag me in?"
"What're you talking about? You promised to help last year."
"...Last year? Me?"
"Yeah. Remember agreeing to help with stagehand stuff for the performances again this year?"
"......Oh."
Then it clicked. Yeah, I'd helped with concert prep last year.
They'd asked if I'd lend a hand next year if I had time, and I'd said sure, no problem.
Couldn't have dreamed of the Good Deed Gacha App back then. Group prep was fun anyway.
Lame excuse, but with my packed schedule and endless commitments, a year-old promise had slipped my mind.
"Dude's face screams he totally forgot."
"Figures—Sun-ha's been slammed. Barely saw him last fall semester outside drinking sessions. Total social king."
As the seniors chuckled, Ji-hoon scratched his head.
"You busy? I figured you'd be fine and didn't check—my bad."
"No... it's cool. I don't mind... Damn, I really forgot."
I waved off his apology. I'd come to ask if he'd thrown me in without asking, but I was game for the committee if needed.
It was just stage setup and running the show, same as last year.
Our school splurged on guest artists, drawing huge crowds and needing all hands on deck.
Ji-hoon and I had gotten pulled in somehow... and scored free booze after.
That's why I'd promised to help with the concerts this year too—it was coming back now.
Anyway, I got why I'd ended up on the committee. No point ditching now—I'd help out.
Speaking of, who was performing this year? Last year's lineup was solid; campus was packed.
"Heard anything on this year's acts?"
"Yeah, but... announcements are coming soon, and anyone in the know already does, so whatever. Day one: Nays, 100cm, Jai. Day two: Blue Adolescence, Vibe, and Naias."
"Naias?"
I'm not clueless about celebs or music, but I don't stan beyond the tunes—so casual question, unexpected answer.
The seniors eavesdropping lost it too.
"Naias slays! Whoa whoa! Baby that gets you wet just looking~"
"Fuck yeah. Finally meeting Rainy in the flesh?"
"Help with prep and score autographs? Sign me up if so."
"Keep yapping and you're fired."
"Lame."
Naias.
Five-member girl group that debuted two years ago. All stunning in their own ways, killer songs—blew up fast.
Especially leader Rainy: face, body, dance, vocals... next-level everywhere. Massive fanbase.
"Gonna be packed this year. Naias, huh..."
"You a fan too?"
"Seol's a Rainy stan."
"Ah~"
Seol's into music and idols, so I'd heard plenty on dates. I kept up with tracks too.
Jackpot info, though.
I'd been scouting Sponsor Card targets—Naias was perfect. Top-tier but not untouchable, no scandals or infighting rumors.
Once I wrapped my to-dos and had spare points, I'd scout thoroughly.
Not just pretty idols—I wanted ones with that star mentality. Real entertainer playthings.
"Thanks for the intel. Gotta run—volunteering."
"Already? Good luck."
"Drop by more~ Lounge falls apart without you~"
"You seniors camp here like NPCs—what collapse?"
Oh, right—should check on Ji-yoon before I go.
Still an hour and a half to kill.
I slipped into the farthest stall in the humanities building's remotest bathroom to wait for Professor Seong Ji-yoon. AA Field up to block intruders.
If timing sucked, I'd bail—but her lecture had a gap, so I called her over.
While waiting, I browsed her SNS.
Likes: 461
Fucking slut—wanna flip those panties and pound her raw.
Amid pervs flooding niche tags with smut pics, this account had racked up nearly a thousand followers in days.
I'd tweaked her opener, but I'm no expert—curious how it'd fare. Crushing it beyond expectations.
The latest trio from yesterday? Fire.
Gray panties, legs M-spread, crotch soaked. Similar vibe from behind.
And bottom-half nude—pussy just outta frame, skirt hiked teasingly.
Told her three shots per compo daily—she nailed it. Referenced others for captions too.
Wanted raw filth originally, but softcore worked—reactions popping.
Especially this one.
Likes: 1,241
Please check DMs ^^ Mannered 27yo gym bro from Seoul.
This bomb from four days back—when she griped about me openly—exploded.
Fancy white lingerie, "Slave Day 7" scrawled bold on her lower belly.
Tame pic, but "seeking new master" caption? Horniness overload.
Followers spiked—fun to watch.
Ji-yoon seemed more proactive too. Her solo smut shots showed real thought.
Shorter slave term for more followers? Or buried kink surfacing? Who knows.
*Click-clack, click-clack.*
Mid-scroll, heels echoed. AA Field meant only one possible intruder.
They paused at the entrance, then hurried in.
Straight to my stall in seconds.
My elegant slave-professor, suited pristine as ever.
"Missed me? No time—strip. Panties stay."
"...Yes, Master."
Professor Seong Ji-yoon's face twisted as she undressed.