Diary of a Lewd Idol Trainee

This is a private story. While it does contain explicit sex scenes, this story is more of an idol Korean drama and is not ideal if you're looking for raw smut or a quick fix.

Miseo, the self-proclaimed goddess of K-pop, tossed aside yet another failed attempt at putting together an outfit suitable for her audition with a dramatic flounce. Her bright outgoing personality shined through as she laughed off her misfortunes with ease while remaining determined to succeed in becoming an idol trainee.

"Damn it! That one is too sexy, and this one is too boring," she groaned, flipping through a pile of clothes that didn't quite match what she wanted. "This is so freaking hard!”

Her phone buzzed with a notification from one of her many admirers - an aspiring producer who'd already offered to help catapult her career if only she'd give him the time of day. His latest message read: "Miseo, darling! Remember: K-pop is all about looking hot and selling dreams! Show them how sexy you can be while keeping it innocent."

With newfound confidence fueled by his advice, Miseo strutted to her closet with renewed determination. She dug out a tight yet modest miniskirt in baby pink - the color of innocence, she reasoned - paired with a white tank top that hugged her ample curves just right. To complete the look, she added a pair of knee-high boots in patent leather to add a touch of sexiness without overdoing it.

As she admired herself in the mirror, Miseo couldn't help but imagine the looks on the agency executives' faces when they saw her strutting into their office. They wouldn't know what hit them! She practiced her sultry walk back and forth across her bedroom floor while running through potential answers to their inevitable questions about her musical abilities (or lack thereof).

"Now," she thought aloud, "I just need someone to help me practice my singing and dancing - preferably someone who wouldn’t mind if I threw in some extra twerking during our sessions." With that last bit, Miseo burst into laughter, shaking her head at her own humor.

She sent a few flirtatious texts to her most well-endowed acquaintances while finishing up her makeup routine - heavy on the mascara and lip gloss, but light enough to maintain the innocent vibe she was going for. As she finished applying the final touches, she caught herself in the mirror one last time and declared: "I'm ready to take the fucking K-pop world by storm!"

With confidence radiating from her every pore, Miseo sashayed out of her apartment, leaving behind a trail of laughter and curses aimed at her lackluster talent but not-so-bad looks. She was determined to conquer the K-pop industry - even if it meant doing what she did best: turning heads with her seductive moves and letting others do the singing for her.

As she made her way to the agency building, she couldn't help but think about all the loads yet to come. Little did they know that this “seemingly innocent” K-pop dreamer was planning on fucking her way straight to the top!

As Miseo strutted into the K-pop agency building, her gaze immediately locked on the receptionist – a stern-looking woman with glasses perched on the end of her nose. Determination flashed in her eyes as she approached the front desk with her best charm turned up to full blast.

"Hello there!" Miseo chirped, her voice sweet like honey despite the bold outfit she wore. "I'm here for my audition! I'm Miseo - everybody calls me Mis-Easy for short!" She winked playfully, hoping her charm would melt any resistance the receptionist might have against letting her through.

The receptionist raised an eyebrow but seemed more amused than irritated by Miseo's antics. "Ms. Easy," she deadpanned, typing away at her keyboard before glancing up again. "You can take a seat over there while we prepare for your audition." She pointed toward a waiting area filled with other hopeful aspirants, each exuding nervous energy as they awaited their turn.

With a flourish that didn't quite match the somber atmosphere of the room, Miseo sauntered over to an empty chair next to a shy-looking girl who couldn't help but gape at her confidence. Sitting down with a smirk, she pulled out her phone and snapped a selfie - one last shot for her Instagram followers before diving into this high-stakes audition.

"Wish me luck!" Miseo captioned the photo as she uploaded it to her feed. Moments later, notifications popped up like fireworks on her screen: compliments from her admirers mixed with jealous comments from less fortunate aspirants who didn't have such captivating looks. She chuckled and slid her phone back into her pocket just as the agency executive called out her name.

"Time to shine, Mis-Easy!" she whispered under her breath before standing up straight once more, ready to charm not only the receptionist but everyone else standing in her way toward K-pop stardom. She was confident they wouldn't be able to resist her mix of innocence and seduction - especially when paired with her talent for twerking during dance practice sessions!

As Miseo followed the agency executive down a long hallway lined with photographs of past successful idols, she couldn't help but notice the shy-looking girl who'd been sitting beside her in the next waiting area. She decided to strike up a conversation before they were swallowed up by the intensity of their individual auditions.

"Hi there," Miseo purred with an inviting smile, her charm radiating from every pore as she approached the nervous girl. "I saw you in the reception area earlier - are you also here for the audition?"

The shy girl blinked up at Miseo with wide eyes that seemed to take in every inch of her confident posture and flawless makeup. She nodded hesitantly, her voice barely audible above a whisper when she spoke. "Y-yes... I'm Haneul."

Miseo couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy for the girl; it was clear that her own self-assurance was miles away from where Haneul currently stood. Seizing the opportunity to offer some support - and perhaps make a new ally in this cutthroat industry - she extended her hand towards Haneul with a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, sweetie," Miseo said gently as they shook hands. "We're all in this together! Just remember to stay confident and show them your true talent." She winked playfully before adding, "And if you need any help with your dancing...well, I might be able to give you a few pointers!"

Haneul visibly relaxed at Miseo's kind words but remained quiet, still trying to process the unexpected camaraderie. As she was led into a separate room for her audition, Miseo turned back one last time to flash her signature smirk.

"Good luck, Haneul!" she called out before disappearing around a corner. "And remember - if you ever need someone to practice twerking with... I'm your girl!"

With that final comment echoing down the hallway, Miseo entered her audition room feeling more confident than ever. Haneul found herself chuckling at the remark, forgetting why she was so nervous in the first place.

As Miseo stepped into her audition room, she couldn't help but notice the three stern-faced female judges seated behind a long table. They were all writing furiously in notebooks - an ominous sign that her usual charm offensive might not work as well here as it did with everyone else.

Undeterred by their lack of smiles or nods of approval, Miseo decided to give it her all in the hopes of showing off her dancing skills and securing a spot in the agency. She cleared her throat before announcing confidently, "Hello ladies! My name is Miseo - you might know me as Mis-Easy from Instagram!" A few awkward glances exchanged between the judges told her this likely wasn't the icebreaker they wanted to hear.

The judges motioned her to begin as she launched into her routine with all the grace and finesse one would expect from a seasoned performer - only to trip over her own shadow less than thirty seconds later. Her face flushed red with embarrassment as she landed awkwardly on the floor, her pride momentarily crushed beneath her own two feet.

The judges exchanged looks of amusement mixed with disbelief before returning their gazes to Miseo as she lay sprawled out on the ground. One of them - a serious-looking woman with sharp features - spoke up first.

"Ms. Easy," she began slowly, her voice dripping with barely concealed annoyance. "We appreciate your enthusiasm and willingness to try, but your dancing skills leave much to be desired. Perhaps you should focus more on your musical talents rather than your... other assets." Her words were laced with a double entendre Miseo couldn't miss.

Feeling the sting of rejection, Miseo pushed herself back up onto her feet and straightened her skirt as best she could while keeping her composure intact. "Thank you for your feedback," she replied politely but firmly. "I understand where you're coming from - although I must say my 'other assets' have helped me land quite a few opportunities thus far!"

The judges looked at each other with raised eyebrows, surprised but not surprised. “Have you prepared a song? Why don’t you try singing a ballad for us?” The lead judge asked.

Miseo gave a wide smile, completely covering her nervousness at the judge’s proposition. It was an opportunity for her vocal talents to shine or... well, crack under pressure like the mirrors in the room might after hearing her attempt at singing.

Stepping up to the microphone with renewed determination, Miseo cleared her throat before belting out a tune that could only be described as shrill and off-key - even for someone who didn't claim to have musical talent. The judges exchanged glances of disbelief as cracks began to appear in the mirrors around them from the sheer **** of Miseo's shrieking vocals.

When she finally finished her performance (or what could pass for one), silence filled the room before the lead judge let out a heavy sigh and leaned forward onto the table. Her voice was weary but firm as she addressed Miseo.

"Ms. Easy," she began, enunciating each word carefully so there would be no mistake about what came next. "We appreciate your tenacity in pursuing this career path despite your lack of... well, let's say traditional talents. But we must be honest with you - continuing down this road is a waste of our time as well as yours."

Miseo nodded slowly, fighting back tears that threatened to spill over at any moment. She understood what the judge was saying. Her singing voice left much to be desired, and her dancing skills were still in need of improvement. But she refused to give up on her dreams so easily.

With a trembling voice, she managed to utter one last sentence before leaving the room with her head held high despite the crushing disappointment she felt inside. "Thank you for your honesty," Miseo said softly but firmly. "I will keep working hard until I find my place in this industry - even if it means starting from scratch somewhere else."

As Miseo exited the audition room with wet cheeks betraying her efforts to hold back tears, a familiar figure watched her from afar - none other than Haneul, the shy girl she had met earlier in the waiting area. Though they had only shared a few moments of conversation before their individual auditions began, there was an unspoken understanding between them as fellow hopefuls in the cutthroat world of K-pop.

Haneul stood rooted to the spot several meters away from where Miseo was talking on the phone - her failure evident but her spirit unbroken. The young woman observed with a mixture of sympathy and admiration as she witnessed how Miseo faced rejection without losing her composure or letting her dreams crumble to dust beneath her feet.

In contrast to Miseo's flashy outfits and bold confidence, Haneul dressed modestly in plain clothing that highlighted neither her figure nor any desire for attention. Her hair was pulled back neatly into a bun atop her head while she clutched a worn notebook tightly against her chest - filled no doubt with lyrics or dance moves practiced tirelessly in private rooms away from prying eyes.

As Miseo walked past Haneul, their gazes locked briefly but meaningfully. A small nod passed between them - a silent acknowledgment that they were both warriors in this relentless battle for stardom.

Haneul watched until she disappeared before turning back toward her own waiting area where other aspiring idols sat nervously waiting for their turn under the harsh spotlight of judgment. With renewed determination fueled by witnessing another's resilience in defeat, she resolved to keep pushing forward as well - even if her path wouldn't mirror that of her newfound friend quite so obviously.