Taming the Lewd Trainee
Arara was finally about to cross the line.
What filled the screen was a sight so outrageous it defied belief — mid-live-stream, she looked ready to strip bare and start masturbating on camera.
"Jackpot!"
As expected of the Trouble Makers! Who could have predicted she'd pull a stunt this insane?
Unable to contain the excitement boiling up inside me, I hurriedly shoved down my shorts and freed my raging other half.
But just before I did—
"…Wait a second?"
This was moving way too fast.
What she was about to do was a full-on live masturbation show.
That was far too advanced for the first stage of "training." And when things progressed this quickly, it meant there was a high risk Arara would get bored of her deviant play just as fast.
"Oh, hell no! My grand plan to squeeze every last coin out of this silver-spoon princess's wallet is not ending this early!"
Properly tamed, she was a golden goose that could lay one Ammu Coin a day — up to thirty million won a month. There was no way I was letting her slip away.
So as much as it pained me…!
I had no choice but to say the opposite of what I actually wanted.
I put on a show of anger and sent the chat with a carefully performed edge of irritation.
Arara's eyes — which had been glazed with excitement, mere moments from touching herself — went wide.
A pale wash drained across her face in an instant.
That was the day I learned a person's complexion could turn paper-white that fast.
Through the monitor, Arara's whole body started trembling as she scrambled to apologize.
Arara lunged for her smartphone and started hammering at the screen. She was multitasking somehow — the live stream never cut out — and the camera was filled with her panicked, bloodless face and the full, trembling swell of her chest rising and falling with every frantic breath.
Ding.
And then—
I nearly screamed at the notification that popped up. I never saw it coming.
"Y-you're kidding me…! A hundred coins?!"
Arara had just blasted me with a full hundred Ammu Coins — one hundred million won in cash.
I was so stunned I couldn't even type a reply. Arara, now on the verge of tears, kept apologizing straight into the live stream.
We never even agreed on a penalty fee, though…
This was still her deviant roleplay… right?
Hospital meds not working made no sense, so it had to be a bit — but her expression was so raw it was getting hard to tell.
No, wait. She just handed over a hundred million won. What if this was real?
Eh… screw it.
Who cared about the truth when a hundred million was sitting in my account?
In the face of that kind of money, roleplay or reality — either one was fine by me.
So I decided to fully commit to the act of Doctor Pleasure, the deranged underground quack with a fetish for "treatment."
I'm sorry — what?
Did I just hear that right?
One Ammu Coin a day in treatment fees was roughly thirty million won a month, and she was saying that fell inside her allowance?
This wasn't silver-spoon territory. This girl had been born with a diamond spoon jammed in her mouth.
I slipped the question in casually, fully expecting her to refuse something as personal as a private number.
…Or so I thought.
My mind went blank at the unexpected answer.
A phone number alone would have been more than enough — and she was throwing in her address and door code?
Was this a trap?
What if I showed up and got jumped by a pack of muscleheads who harvested my organs for spare parts…
No. Arara had no reason to do that.
A silver-spoon princess who wanted for nothing wasn't about to sell off my kidneys.
As far as I could tell, Arara was one of two things: a bone-deep masochist who was dying to be put through hell, or a complete idiot who couldn't take care of herself.
…Or maybe both.
Still, even a stone bridge should be tapped before you cross it.
So she lived independently. She even had her own place. Must be nice.
Hearing that, I felt something click into place and slip out of reach at the same time — a strange, half-understood feeling.
Granted, we were currently having a conversation during a naked live stream, so "everything to show" was already on full display…
But still. The front door passcode?
I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling.
What if everything Arara had done so far was a meticulously crafted performance, and she was just a lewd woman whose hobby was hunting men?
What if the moment I walked into that house, I got locked in some basement storage room and spent the rest of my life as her personal toy — a living dildo?
It was easy to dismiss as pure fantasy… except those kinds of cases had actually happened overseas.
No matter how much money was rolling in, I would not go there alone until I had a real safety net in place.
I laid out the desires I'd only ever swallowed in fantasy, without a shred of hesitation.
To a pervert this shameless about showing her naked body, instructions like these were just another part of "treatment."
Ah. Had I gone too far?
The second I thought I'd made a mistake, Arara nodded hard, her face set with resolve.
Arara immediately worked her phone and sent me a private album share link by message.
Just like that, Choi Ara's most intimate private life had landed squarely in the palm of my hand.
Wow. She was actually insane. This employer of mine was growing on me more by the second.
The next morning, with brilliant sunlight pouring through the window behind me, I bolted to my computer and opened the encrypted secret folder.
"It's really there! It wasn't a dream!"
On the massive monitor, an 8K ultra-high-definition video unfurled — Arara, in nothing but her underwear, dancing with dizzying intensity from the night before.
"And a hundred and six Ammu Coins…!"
Cash that out and I could live large for years without lifting a finger.
If I was lucky enough to keep this silver-spoon employer of mine playing her deviant game for even three years…
Building a fortune big enough that I'd never have to work again wasn't just a fantasy.
And if the coin market spiked on top of that, a lifetime of free money might just fall into my lap.
"Alright, now for the private album…"
I logged in full of anticipation — and found nothing.
Disappointment was just starting to settle in when a sync loading bar spun to life, and a crisp video file filled the screen.
"Whoa, it's actually here!"
I quickly set the video to auto-copy to my personal NAS server, then hit play without delay.
"Doctor Pleasure, good morning~!"
A bright, cheerful voice rang out from the screen as Arara, still in her pajamas, beamed at the camera.
"Starting today, I'll record the daily routine you ordered. No matter the situation — without fail!"
Arara struck a determined little cheer pose, then without a second of hesitation peeled her pajamas off right in front of the phone and tossed them aside.
"Huh? Her underwear's different from yesterday."
Yesterday the top and bottom hadn't matched. Today she was in a perfectly coordinated set of cute pink lingerie.
She must have gone home and changed.
"Well, trainee life is rough — washing up and changing every night makes sense."
Arara stripped off her underwear in front of the camera without the slightest restraint, baring her pale naked body. Then, face flushed, she put on a fresh set.
Same pattern as before, just sky blue this time.
"God… this is happiness."
Getting to spy on an idol trainee changing her underwear every single night — if this wasn't heaven, what was?
Making money and feeding my desires at the same time. If that wasn't paradise, nothing was.
I was glued to the screen, thoroughly worked up, when an unexpected spectacle unfolded.
Rustle…
A sound like someone shifting under the covers — and from the corner of the frame, another pair of panties came into view.
"Huh??"
I pinched the screen to zoom in. It wasn't just panties. It was an ass.
Rustle…
That plump, inviting backside wriggled, then the legs spread wide, putting her most private place on full, shameless display.
Through the white panties clinging snugly to her, the raw, curved shape of her pussy was plainly visible.
"Hold on — why is there another girl in there?!"
The second I jolted in shock, Arara's voice cut in with impeccable timing.
"The girl behind me is my roommate trainee, Han Yuri. Once she's out, she won't wake up for at least seven hours no matter how hard you hit her or shake her, so you don't have to worry!"
"Hey, that is absolutely something to worry about! Another girl's panties are fully in frame!"
"Just like you ordered — I'll record myself changing underwear no matter the situation, so please watch carefully!"
"…Ah?"
Right.
Arara wasn't at home. She was in the Trainee Dormitory.
Was this okay?
Should I issue a new order telling her to at least make sure other people didn't get caught on camera?
"She's my roommate, but we get along terribly. She's always picking fights, saying a silver spoon like me has no business being an idol."
Hatred flickered across Arara's face.
"Well… I started fighting back, and now we torment each other every single day without fail."
Wow… no need to reissue any orders, then.
Looking at this, Arara the little snake was deliberately making sure her roommate got filmed.
"Still, her face is pretty. Bad personality aside, she looks like an angel when she's asleep."
And with that, Arara deliberately brought the phone camera right up to her roommate and started showing off the sleeping girl in plain view.
Thanks to the angle, the thick outer lips of her pussy — deliciously outlined by pure white panties — filled the entire screen in lewd, high definition.
"Damn, that's hot. Wait… this girl. She's the one who got caught in Arara's selfie yesterday, isn't she?"
Han Yuri — the trainee who always showed up as Arara's rival on the debut survival shows.
And the other half of the Trouble Makers, treated as every bit the lunatic Arara was.
"If I remember right, her rankings on those shows were always neck and neck with Arara's."
In other words, they were rivals.
The kind of bitter rivals who threw punches on air and landed gut shots on each other without hesitation…
Which was exactly why some broadcast stations deliberately set them up as rivals to juice the ratings — staging matchups designed to trigger "broadcast accidents" where the two of them would start cussing each other out and end up in actual fistfights.
Even the name Trouble Makers had been coined by the networks. Those producers were pretty evil in their own right.
"I'll keep uploading videos every day without fail! Sometimes a little 'bonus' like Han Yuri might get caught in the shot, but a promise is a promise — no matter the situation — so please don't mind the extras~!!"
Wow… that gave me chills.
So this was how terrifying a woman's revenge could be.
I'd taken Arara for a simple pervert, but the darkness inside her ran a lot deeper than that.
Just when I thought the video was wrapping up—
"Oh my, how clumsy~☆"
As Arara pretended to get up from her roommate's bed, she deliberately "slipped" and yanked sleeping Han Yuri's sexy panties straight down to her ankles in one smooth pull.
"Nice!! …I mean, hey! Keep the revenge in check, will you?!"
I grumbled for show, but my eyes were already locked on the screen — fixed on trainee Han Yuri's bare, fully exposed pussy, and they refused to look away.