Idol Fan Signing Event (4)
"I never thought I'd see Anonymous 6 in a place like this. I've got something to tell you. Just like you said, all the Rainbow Girls were virgins. Oh, well, not anymore—they're all deflowered by me now."
"Oh... really?"
"Huh? No reaction? Must be the hypnosis."
"Hypnosis...?"
"Just so you know, everyone here—including the cops and security—is under my hypnosis. Like this."
Kim Hoyoung beckoned with a hand gesture, summoning a female security guard. She approached, flag in hand, eyes scanning every direction with a vigilance that screamed she'd destroy anything that came too close.
"What is it?"
"You're security, right?"
"Yeah. (Why's he talking down to me? Whatever, doesn't matter.)"
"Mind if I grope your tits?"
"Sure."
He kneaded them roughly. The stern-faced guard let him, utterly defenseless, while still craning her neck to check for threats.
"Um... groping's fine and all, but I'm busy working. Why'd you call me over?"
"Just shut up and stand there."
"Got it. Shutting up."
The guard clamped her mouth shut and stood still. Kim Hoyoung kept fondling her breasts, shooting Anonymous 6 a mocking grin.
"See? Something like that."
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"In short, all the security here are my puppets, and the top idol group? They're my personal fucktoys."
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"Ah, the hypnosis is blocking your perception. Guess I'll lift it just for you."
Hypnosis Progress: 0%
"...Huh?"
Anonymous 6 blinked like a caveman emerging from a dark cave into sunlight for the first time, or a colorblind man suddenly seeing the rainbow's hues. The foggy world cleared, sharpening into vivid clarity.
"What the hell? Why's he groping that guard's tits like it's nothing? And why isn't she pissed?"
Things he'd never noticed before came into focus.
"Wait... Rainbow Girls...? Erika...?"
The idols were flushed with post-orgasm glow, moaning lewdly, half-naked with nipples and pussies on full display. Yet no one batted an eye. Alone in spotting the insanity, Anonymous 6 screamed like a madman.
"Gahhh! Erika got raped!!"
All eyes turned to him.
"Erika was raped!! Aaaah!! Innocent Erika!! The other members too...!!"
The fans started murmuring.
"What's with that guy? Freaking out outta nowhere."
"Dunno, probably crazy."
"Who got raped? She's right there, fine as hell."
"Yeah... We've been watching the Rainbow Girls the whole time. Where's this rape bullshit coming from?"
No one backed him up. Anonymous 6 felt like he was losing his mind. It was obvious he was right—the world had gone insane. Desperate, he pointed at Kim Hoyoung.
"That guy's the one! He definitely raped them! No doubt!"
"........."
A brief silence.
"'That guy...? Anyone see him do it?"
"Who raped who?"
"No way. If there was a rape, we'd know."
"Totally. He's nuts."
As things escalated, the Rainbow Girls stepped in. Erika frowned first, snapping angrily.
"Hold up! Hoyoung never raped me! He just used my armpit like a rag, that's all!"
The others jumped to his defense.
"Yeah, this is Brittany vouching for him. All I got during the signing was my tits groped and nipples toyed with—no real sexual abuse."
"May's on Hoyoung's side too. Never got raped. He just said he wanted my pussy, so I let him use it."
"Wonyoung thinks so too. Sure, I lost my virginity, but that wasn't wrong... right?"
No one sided with Anonymous 6 now. Fans and members glared at him with fury. Then Kim Hoyoung landed the killing blow.
"Hey, isn't that the psycho who posted that assault threat online?"
"Wha—! Bullshit! I reported that guy! There's a record! Hey, cops are here—investigate if you're so sure!"
"Oh, about that... you'll have to come down to the station with me."
Detective Captain Kim Dahyeon dangled a cigarette from her lips, aiming her gun at Anonymous 6.
"Huh? Why me...? The rapist's right there."
"Listen up, everyone. This creep's got a long history on that site where the threat was posted. Plus priors for stalking girl groups and hidden cams."
"Okay, that's true, but that's got nothing to do with—"
His excuses fell flat. The enraged crowd started hurling stones.
"You psycho! How dare you go after Rainbow Girls!"
"We protect Rainbow Girls!!"
"Get outta here!!"
"Officer! Arrest him now!!"
Buoyed by the mob, Kim Dahyeon slapped cuffs on Anonymous 6 and handed him to her subordinate.
"Sentence? Eh, 50 years sounds fair."
"But Captain, we don't set sentences—prosecutors and judges do."
"Who cares about procedures? Just lock him up."
"Fair point."
In the end, Anonymous 6 got 50 years without trial and was thrown in prison. The prosecutor and judge somehow thought it was fine—no issues raised.
Meanwhile, Kim Dahyeon, having handled things perfectly, received praise from thousands of fans.
"Good job, Detective Captain."
Kim Hoyoung patted the police chief's head like a superior.
"Ah... thank you. Just doing my duty."
"Reward time: suck me off. Swallow it all nice and tasty."
"Yes, sir."
Ignoring the crowd, she dropped to her knees and politely took his cock in her mouth. The tip hit her throat, choking her—but she loved it.
"Mmph. Mmmph."
As Kim Dahyeon slurped eagerly, Kim Hoyoung addressed the entire venue.
"Hey, all of you. I protected your beloved Rainbow Girls, so show some gratitude. Nicely now."
"Oh, right."
"Yeah, let's thank him."
"Everyone, bow down."
Fans knelt first, then detectives and guards. Finally, even the Rainbow Girls prostrated themselves.
"Thank you, Lord Hoyoung!"
"We sincerely thank you!!"
"Thank you!!"
Thousands chanting gratitude sent a thrill through him unlike any fuck.
"Mmmph! Ah, your cum's delicious♡"
Kim Dahyeon's mouth filled with semen.
"Finally... the day has come. The day my dream comes true."
A month after the first fan signing, Erika clasped her hands in prayer. The Tokyo Dome concert was about to start.
Rainbow Girls had become Japan's hottest girl group overnight. Even riding the Hallyu wave, hitting Tokyo Dome in a month was Kim Hoyoung's hypnosis at work. The day after the signing, he'd ordered their agency president to push for Japan—the rest fell into place.
Korea's top composer wrote their debut single (for free): a Japanese cover of Katrina's hit My One Love, which Hoyoung had loved back in the day.
"Will we... make it in Japan?"
The sudden Japan push had the members anxious. They were riding high in Korea, but overseas felt premature. Their mid-tier agency, Darta Entertainment, lacked big sponsors or broadcast pull. Politics between Korea and Japan could cut them loose like a lizard's tail.
On the flight, especially Japanese Erika couldn't hide her nerves.
"If we flop in Japan, Mom won't acknowledge me... Oh god, what if we fail?"
"Don't stress—finger your ass or something."
"Yeah, good idea. Gonna poke my butt, Hoyoung."
She shoved fingers up her anus right in business class—no one cared. A stewardess glanced, caught Hoyoung's eye, got fucked on the spot, then resumed duties.
The Japan debut wasn't smooth. Music shows were a hurdle; with no connections, Darta had zilch. They were set for street busking.
Then Kim Hoyoung crashed Japan's top live music show unannounced.
"Yes! Welcome to Japan Music Studio!!! Hello, viewers! I'm your MC, Hoshi Jora Ayana! Today marks 30 years of Music Studio, so we have... uh?"
Japan's most famous announcer, known to every Japanese, panicked as a man strode between her and the camera.
Who is he?
Live broadcast?
Not the PD... even PDs don't do this live!
What the hell?
Staff should've swarmed any intruder—but over a hundred just watched. Ayana froze too.
"Hey. You're Ayana, right?"
"Yes... who are you? We're live."
"Kim Hoyoung from Korea. Heard you graduated top of Tokyo University—beauty matches the brains. No wonder you're a national fave."
"Th-thank you."
"Drop the formalities. Strip."
"Strip...? Got it."
Music Studio, averaging 50% ratings as Japan's #1 show, spiked to 95% that moment. Miss Japan turned announcer Ayana stripped naked live nationwide.
"Nice body."
"Thanks. I work hard at it."
"Damn, Tokyo U top grad shows. Self-care on point."
"Thank you. But live broadcast—what brings you?"
"Nothing much. Can I fuck your pussy first?"
"P-pussy?"
Her classy image shattered as "pussy" left her lips—countless Japanese men reportedly spat out their drinks.
"You can fuck my pussy anytime..."
"On all fours then."
"Y-yes... but I've got the live show. Ungh!"
On the stage where singers should be, Ayana took piston thrusts from a stranger.
"Unf! Ahh! Haa... haa... Oh, for Music Studio's 30th... we've got... big-name singers lined up..."
"Shut it. Announce the sex like a pro."
"Yes."
Ayana, famed for precise diction and delivery, broadcast her own fucking crisply.
"Breaking: Kim Hoyoung's cock is pounding my pussy, and it's thrilled. Hngh! My pussy's soaking wet—hooyoo warning for viewers. Ladies watching, wet your pussies like me."
"Not a joke. Masturbate for real."
That day, every Japanese woman at home did—husbands or parents be damned. Over 30 million fingered themselves to Hoyoung and Ayana's sex as an appetizer. Peak popularity.
"Unf! Each thrust makes my pussy mistake Hoyoung for its master—my brain cells are striking, quitting thought. I'm Tokyo U grad turned pussy-brained bimbo. Next: I'm an exhibitionist thrilled by nationwide humiliation. Hngh♡ Ahh... aaaah..."
"I'll lie down—you ride and shake."
"Got it. Cowgirl position. Ahh! Cock grinding my walls feels amazing! Ahh! Sex on live TV—too exciting! Oh! Tip knocked my womb! No need to knock—Hoyoung's cock gets auto-entry. Creampie? Of course. Have the kid? Yes, I'll birth it. Raise alone? No bother. Won't hassle you. All on me. Citizens, watch your national announcer get knocked up irresponsibly!"
Singers should've owned the stage by now, but no one stopped the fuck.