Chaebol Games: Secret Idol Auditions
"Sorry about this. If we're going to be working together long-term, I need to inspect you thoroughly."
"……."
"It's a job where looks are everything, so I have to check closely to know for sure."
It sounded like bullshit, but there was a sliver of truth mixed in. A very thin sliver.
Six aspiring idols stood there in nothing but their underwear, at attention with their legs spread. Their faces were already guaranteed to pass muster for idol material. He savored the eye candy, passing from one to the next like sampling dishes at a buffet.
Squish♥
"Ngh…!"
In the middle, he grabbed a particularly enticing plump ass, squeezing to his heart's content. He sniffed the nape of a young bitch's neck, even spat on a piece of prime fuckmeat to test it out. And yet, they all endured his inspection meekly. Which made sense—they'd signed the contracts, after all.
Fuu… this is why I love being a wastrel.
Playing with women from all walks of life was one of the little perks of chaebol life. Money gave him the right to choose. And being handsome let him play with them exactly how he wanted.
Swipe, swipe.
"Hana, you've got great shoulders and nice tits."
"……♥"
He rubbed his cock against the underwear of a tasty bitch, building her anticipation. For the ones desperate for his pick more than anything, a touch from his dick inflated their hopes even more.
"……."
Damn… a girl like this still exists in this day and age.
But the most entertaining target here was Park Da-som, the crown jewel of this audition. Half of them were tense in the lineup. Some flashed bright smiles to make a good impression, others had completely let go of their pride. What they all had in common was their sincere wish to be chosen, even through this method—baring their near-naked bodies in underwear, offering themselves up to board this ship.
But Park Da-som was different.
"Don't stare like that…."
She hadn't fully surrendered yet. She bit her lip, torn between her burning desire to debut and the humiliation of this body appraisal. Even after the prior warning, her reason and emotions were still clashing fiercely, that sharp glare standing out.
He grinned.
That's why she was fun.
"Hmm, Da-som, you've got some solid hips."
"Eek…!?"
Squeeze!
So he teased her more. He groped her exposed body right in front of her, pressing his suit-clad form against her. Deliberately grinding his front—his crotch—against her made her tremble, and he reveled in her powder-keg reaction, toying with her to the hilt.
"I heard there'd be an underwear inspection, but nobody said anything about hands-on touching…!"
"Is that so? Then I guess you want to drop out now?"
"Kuh…!"
Her anger only fanned the flames higher. He gripped her firm, taut hips tight, marking his territory, savoring her forced submission.
"Alright, that's enough."
Having enjoyed the feel of them plenty, he returned to the judging seat. The impromptu underwear inspection he'd inserted was fun enough, but he wrapped it up quick to move on to other business.
"Good. I've seen enough, so I'll announce the results right now."
-R-right here?
"Yeah. Dragging it out would just stir up pointless controversy."
He hated drawn-out procedures like "we'll contact you later." With witnesses present, it was actually to his advantage, so he bluntly named only the passers.
"Song Hana and Kim Ana. Welcome to our agency as trainees."
Their faces bloomed instantly at his words. In their underwear, they jumped for joy, bowing deeply with cries of "Thank you!"
"The rest of you who participated, sorry, but we'll compensate you with interview fees—leave your account at the counter on your way out."
-Yesss….
-Sigh….
The others regretfully gathered their clothes and dressed slowly. Disappointing to lose right in front of the goal, but they prepared to leave with a resigned air.
"(Crunch)"
Park Da-som was among them. After being groped all over and then rejected, she was furious—practically kicking the door down as she yanked her clothes back on.
Hah~ she's got a fiery temper.
That's what he liked. He'd switched the order just to mess with her a bit, and now he blocked her at the last second as she tried to bolt.
"Park Da-som, hold up a sec."
"……What?"
Right before opening the exit door, she shot him a fierce glare. He was eager to see how that throat-strangling stare would change with one sentence.
"Park Da-som, we're prepping you for immediate debut in a five-member girl group we've got ready."
"!?"
"If you're interested, we need to iron out details one-on-one, so stay behind alone."
The room buzzed. It was far better than trainee status for the ones who'd just passed—normally, you'd grind as an unpaid trainee in this industry, so instant debut prep was special treatment.
"R-really…?"
Park Da-som's expressions flipped wildly. Her eyes still saw him as a creepy perv, but before this super-express carrot dangled late, her twitching lips betrayed her joy—she had no choice but to crumble.
He smirked.
It must feel like a lamb lost in the dark finally spotting light.
* * *
The reason he'd picked two extras in the prior audition was simple. Their status windows showed lower stats than Park Da-som, but they were young with potential, so he kept them on ice. Better to train them as trainees first, build them up, then debut at the right time.
Park Da-som, though? She was at her peak right now. Freshly legal, bursting with passion and prime for activity. Idols debuted younger these days for max gain, so this was her golden window to sprint.
"Where… are we going?"
In the moving luxury sedan. Park Da-som, who'd tagged along for contract details, sat awkwardly beside him in the back. Uncomfortable in the car with just two men, she stole glances at his face, then flicked her eyes to the darkened window whenever they met.
"To wrap up the contract, obviously."
"Don't companies usually do contracts at the office? Why drag just me into the car…?"
"You'll see when we arrive."
"I'd like to know before we get there."
What a sharp, no-nonsense personality. With the driver up front, he'd planned to savor her face upon arrival, but if she insisted, he'd spill now.
"Spoiler: my place."
"……? Why the agency CEO's house?"
Grinning ear to ear, he laid it bare.
"Because—that's how contracts seal for lady celebs at my company. We fuck to finalize."
Outright black-hearted intent, wastrel-style.
Park Da-som reacted instantly. Her princess-from-a-sweet-fairy-tale face turned hostile as she huddled defensively, but he had no plans to force her—just whistled casually.
"I never heard about that kind of contract…!"
"You only find out at the contract stage."
"This is straight-up sexual exploitation. Clearly illegal—"
"Go ahead, report or sue me? That shit drags on forever."
His leisurely retort earned pure contempt. Perfect trash-staring eyes, but since he was trash, no hit landed.
Grind…!
She fumed harder.
"You always toy with women like this as daily routine, huh, CEO."
"Huh?"
"Cowardly and petty! Luring desperate girls, playing with their hearts…!"
"Not just playing. The four practicing dance for debut already consented to fuck and got full support."
"They just bowed to the big boss's abuse because you're loaded! What about the ones who flunked the interview? They bared their bodies in humiliation—what about their feelings, have you even thought?!"
"Nah?"
He picked his ear. No time to dwell on such touchy-feely details.
"Instead of pity, I planned generous interview fees for dropouts, considering their situations."
For second-round rejects, 3 million won each. Unnecessary follow-up support. Knowing how broke unsigned idols were, he'd done it anyway. That's why even underwear-rejected ones weren't too salty—they'd gotten promised living-expense cash.
"You knew too, right? You endured the dropout for that payout."
"……."
"Ditching sappy sentiments for upfront pervy honesty—plus supporting the rejects? Pretty conscientious, if you ask me."
Silence from her there. As her guard softened and she grew meek, he whispered in her ear.
Plus, you wanted to grab this chance before it's too late, didn't you?
I….
A smart woman like you, getting in a stranger's car alone—really thought nothing?
…….
Rubbing her thick thighs, she turned her head away entirely. Even with her chin turned, her body didn't pull back—she endured the humiliation. Silent resistance to the end.
Whether outmatched verbally or inwardly convinced, she yielded her body.
Sneer.
He didn't mock her surrender after just a few words. Pride, conscience, chastity, dignity—idol careers were too short for that shit. Hell, all our lives were brutally brief.
Park Da-som ultimately accepted the chance handed to her. Lingering resentment and anger toward him remained, but she didn't bare her fangs anymore—she didn't want to blow it.
Good girl. Behave, and I'll tame you into a pet puppy nice and slow.
He'd already sealed things with the other future group members. Part pervy lust, sure, but also gauging loyalty to their sponsor-CEO.
"Ngh, ahn…! Ah, aaaah…!"
Even the haughty Park Da-som was no different. In the sealed car, he closed in, slipped a hand between her legs, and teased—drawing shallow moans.
To get the wastrel's backing. She'd accepted reality, sitting pretty for his "hospitality."
Today's fresh toy. A fucktoy to play with, and soon a cash cow for the company.
"Wait, stop here…! Please, quit biting my ear… ngh♥"
The more he tormented her, the cuter her sounds versus her pouty lips. He loved it.