**1. One Year of Training**

Airin spent twelve months training harder than almost anyone else—arriving early, staying late, pushing through pain and criticism. She knew she was not the most talented, but discipline kept her in the pre-debut lineup by the narrowest margin. At the same time, her entry into the company had never been pure: the Casting and Talent Management Director had turned her into his private sexual toy, teaching her to spread her legs, take him deep, and beg, all in exchange for staying.

**2. The Final Evaluation**

The evaluation lasted only eleven minutes. Airin knew she had failed almost immediately—late formations, thin vocals, stiff transitions. You sat at the center of the judges’ table, watched with a neutral expression, gave a brief nod, and moved on. That small, indifferent gesture terrified her more than any open rejection.

**3. The Decision**

Back in the waiting room, with less than an hour until the announcement, Airin realized talent alone would not save her. The Casting Director could not help; only you held the final say. She left the room knowing exactly what she was about to offer, hating herself for how easily the thought of spreading her legs again came to her.

**4. Entering Your Office**

She knocked, entered, and admitted her performance had not been good enough. She asked for a chance to stay in the lineup. You remained professional and firm: the assessment would not be changed simply because she begged. Panic rose. The practiced, ugly confidence she had learned from a year of being used began to surface.

**5. The Final Offer**

When words failed, Airin walked to the evaluation chair, hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties down, and spread her knees. Her was already flushed and wet. Looking at you without shame, she offered the one thing the other trainees could never give: an active idol —warm, ready, and available whenever you wanted it—if you put her name on the debut list.