The Rival Roommate Trainee's Lewd Body!
"N-next! What's going to happen next?!"
Arara had stripped the panties clean off her bitter rival, Han Yuri — all while pretending it was an accident. Thanks to that, the 8K ultra-high-definition footage laid bare Han Yuri's tightly clenched, secret pussy in all its raw glory, catching the morning sunlight without a shred of mercy.
This was exactly why the ratings spiked whenever the Trouble Makers showed up on trainee broadcasts. You never had the faintest clue what those two lunatics were going to pull next.
"Arara, my employer is the best! Fuck, yes — sex!!"
His lower half had clearly hijacked his brain. The filthy garbage that came flying out of his mouth was the kind of thing no decent person should ever say out loud. In a cheap one-room apartment with zero soundproofing, anyone who overheard him would have written him off as a complete maniac on the spot.
"Khahaha! She's actually insane."
Going this far made one thing crystal clear — Arara genuinely hated Han Yuri's guts.
"More! Show me something even crazier! What's next? What are you gonna do?"
He was practically vibrating with excitement, hanging on for the next moment — when Arara's face went deathly pale all over again and she started to panic.
With that frantic cry, the morning video cut off in a hurry.
"Are you kidding me?! You get me all worked up and then end it like that?!"
If you were already going to do it, you should've at least given me a clearer look at Han Yuri's pussy instead of wasting time apologizing, you perverted little freak!
He swallowed dryly, chewing through the bitter mix of frustration and raw arousal until the useless craving finally went down. Only then did his mind cool off enough to register reality again.
"…What the hell am I even saying. Fuck, I was one step away from becoming a full-blown criminal."
This wasn't some porno. This was real life. What right did he have to be making demands?
Arara was doing all this perverted shit of her own free will, with her own consent — but Han Yuri was a completely different story. She was a clear-cut victim… though, hang on, wasn't he a victim too?
He hadn't asked to see any of this. Arara had just gone and shown it to him on her own.
With his head clear again, he moved to delete the shared video. But with the delete button right in front of him, his hand started trembling.
"Goddammit, it's too good to delete."
It had been genuinely, ridiculously hot. But keeping it — wasn't that a crime? He hadn't filmed it himself, sure, but leaving it sitting there couldn't be right, could it?
He hovered over the delete button, cold sweat beading on his skin. And after a moment, the conclusion he arrived at was this:
"…Come to think of it, even if I got her consent, the second I started playing around with Arara I was already a criminal, right? And if I'm a criminal either way, there's no real reason to delete it, is there?"
Blinded by lust, he willingly chose the path from almost-criminal to full-time criminal.
What a goddamn lunatic.
The moment he admitted that — even if he hadn't been caught yet — he was already walking the criminal's path, a strange sense of relief washed over him. And with that, the "Arara Taming" project he'd been hesitating over out of some leftover scrap of conscience suddenly crystallized in his head with perfect, ruthless clarity.
Ding~!
"What now?"
Just as he was sitting there with the rotten smile of a full-blown scumbag criminal plastered across his face, a notification chimed. Another hundred Ammu Coins had just arrived.
"Whoa… I never thought making money would get this easy."
In an instant, his total assets hit two hundred and six million won. His golden-spoon — no, diamond-spoon — employer Arara was the absolute best.
"Having her hand over a penalty fee I never even created is great for me, but… I can't have Arara stopping these filthy little detours of hers."
He immediately fired off a Tuwitter DM with a new set of orders.
With that, Arara would keep sharing filthy videos of Han Yuri for the foreseeable future. And since he was a criminal now anyway, he might as well stockpile as much hot footage as he could — and rake in the money while he was at it.
The second that thought landed, a horrifying realization hit him a beat too late.
"Ah, shit! That means I have to give back the penalty fee I just received, doesn't it?"
Idiot. He'd just made a hundred million only to spit it right back out. It was basically like paying a hundred million for a Han Yuri porn video.
Just as he was sitting there mourning the loss—
"Hell yeah! My employer is the best! I love you, Choi Ara!"
With the penalty fee converted into a gift, his assets stayed right where they were. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this happy in his entire life.
"As expected, golden spoons — no, diamond spoons — really are in a class of their own…."
The words had barely left his mouth when the TV, switched on automatically by a timer, started blaring the news.
Is that woman insane?
"Seeing a real world-class flex like that… calling Arara a diamond spoon suddenly feels a little inadequate…."
A few hours later, he found himself drowning in the greatest dilemma of the entire year.
"Should I order pizza… or chicken…."
The fact that he could even have this kind of problem was pure luxury — the kind of indulgence where delivery fees didn't even register as a concern.
"Screw it, both? Yeah. Let's do both!"
For so long he'd been forced to scrape by, surviving on instant ramen and not even daring to dream of delivery food. Now he had two hundred and six million won sitting in his account. And with a credit card that automatically pulled payments in Ammu Coin, spending the money was effortless.
"The best and worst thing about this Ammu Coin credit card is that it always comes with a little thrill."
There'd been a time he'd only had 0.3 coins left, and a tiny dip in the coin's value had left his card payment overdue. After that, he'd sworn off putting any real money into crypto ever again….
"No need to worry about that now. It's free money anyway."
Unless the coin's value completely tanked, he wouldn't have to think about card payments ever again.
Ding~!
Right then, a notification popped up — the private shared album had been updated.
"It's lunchtime and she's already changing her underwear again?"
She must have gone through one hell of an intense dance practice. Arara, who'd already changed her underwear that morning, had filmed herself changing yet again.
"Might as well take a look at what she's wearing this time."
He tapped the new video. It started playing from an angle that made it obvious she'd hidden her phone in just the right spot.
This time there were no words at all — just Arara greeting him with a sweet, smiling crinkle of her eyes.
The location looked like a company changing room. There, Arara showed herself changing into a matching underwear set printed with a cute little cat character.
And then—
Slap!
"Euk!"
A sharp crack rang out and Arara's face twisted. He leaned in for a closer look at the screen — and there, behind her, was a familiar face framed by emerald-green hair, wearing a thoroughly mean-spirited grin.
Han Yuri.
"Oh my, sorry about that. I saw a mosquito on your back and swatted it before it could bite you."
An obvious lie if there ever was one. She'd used a mosquito as an excuse to openly smack Arara across the back.
"Wow…. They really do hate each other that much."
Han Yuri gave the wincing Arara a mocking once-over, then spun around and started stripping out of her own clothes.
In that instant, Arara whipped her head toward the camera — and flashed a wicked little smile packed full of pure malice, throwing up a V-sign straight at the lens.
"Ah. She's about to pull some shit again."
Sure enough, she deliberately stepped just far enough into the camera's blind spot to make sure Han Yuri's undressing was captured perfectly by the lens.
Han Yuri was wearing the exact same panties from that morning. Unlike Arara, who changed her underwear every morning, Han Yuri clearly wasn't the type to fuss over that kind of thing.
"Or wait — maybe Arara only put on fresh ones first thing this morning because I ordered her to film herself changing?"
But then… what the hell was Arara thinking?
Still in nothing but her underwear, without even putting anything else on, she just stood there watching Han Yuri unhook her bra.
"Han Yuri. Apologize."
The words dropped from Arara's mouth the second Han Yuri tossed her bra aside. Han Yuri spun around on reflex — and her full, pale breasts bounced with a heavy, elastic sway, every curve captured without a single filter by the 8K ultra-high-definition camera.
"Kh — Arara, you filthy little freak! She timed that line perfectly for the exact moment the bra came off!"
Vicious. Absolutely vicious. This was how she got her revenge?
"Hah. Apologize? Why the hell should I apologize?"
"You hit me. You hit me every single day. Always with some ridiculous excuse."
Hearing only that, Han Yuri sounded like the aggressor and Arara the victim. But—
"You hit me too, Arara. You pull the same exact shit — always pretending it's an accident, always making up excuses."
The pure, genuine hatred on Han Yuri's face made it clear Arara was doing the exact same thing right back. Whoever had started it, the two of them were locked in a mutual cycle of biting and tearing at each other.
Fascinating.
"Hah. I'm not wasting my precious lunch break arguing with you. Stop standing around and put some clothes on already. Get lost."
Han Yuri spun back around and yanked her white panties down. In that same instant, Arara glanced at the camera and curled her lips into a sly, knowing smirk.
"Ah. No way."
The exact same expression he was wearing — the look of someone who already knew what was about to happen — crossed his face at the exact same moment.
"Oh? There's a mosquito."
Arara swung her open palm with everything she had and cracked it hard across Han Yuri's ass — still half-caught in her half-pulled-down panties.
Smack~!!
"Kyaak!"
She hit her so cleanly and so hard that a perfect handprint bloomed in vivid red across Han Yuri's pale white ass.
"Ah—! Ah—!"
Han Yuri desperately tried to catch her balance, but the panties tangled around her ankles sent her pitching forward in a spectacular fall.
"Oh my. Falling would be dangerous."
Right before she hit the ground, Arara snaked her right arm around Han Yuri's stomach to catch her — and at the same time, her left hand shot out and roughly grabbed a fistful of her ass.
It wasn't just a touch. Arara yanked hard, spreading Han Yuri's pussy wide open.
"Woooow~!! Now that's what I'm talking about!!"
The pink folds of Han Yuri's pussy — the ones he hadn't gotten to see that morning — were fully on display! Arara had pulled so hard that one outer lip was stretched to its absolute limit, the inner flesh completely exposed. The inner lips, and even the two secret little holes nestled at the center, were laid bare without a single scrap of mercy.
To think he'd get to see an idol trainee's pussy like this. Employer Arara — he would serve her for the rest of his life!
"Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"
"Just trying to peel off a mosquito that was stuck on you?"
Smack~!
Arara gave a light little swat with her hand, and Han Yuri's plump ass jiggled under the impact.
"Y-you bitch, you wanna go…?! Just because you're a golden spoon doesn't mean you can—!!"
Enraged by the provocation, Han Yuri shoved herself upright. She roughly grabbed the underwear still tangled around her ankles — and immediately launched her counterattack.
Shove!
"Mmph?!"
To his absolute shock, Han Yuri forced Arara's mouth open and roughly stuffed her own panties straight inside.
And just like that, the ugly, frenzied catfight between two trainee idols drowned in pure madness began.