Idol Kyousei Sousa Episode 1

This case has me scratching my head like a dog with fleas. It's Hibino Yua, see? Idol singer, gravure model, built like a brick house and twice as sturdy. She plays this "dirty girl" character – always on about liking 'em "big and thick". Now, I've seen dames work an angle, but this broad's got me wondering where the act ends and the real McCoy begins.

Then, this Penokin fella waltzes in, slick as a greased eel. Big shot idol agent, got a reputation that follows him around like a bad smell. He's got this phone, see? Rumored to be straight from the Devil himself. One snap and he can make a gal do whatever he wants - like some twisted puppet show.

He puts the moves on Yua, and she’s squirming like a worm on a hook. But here’s the twist: he doesn’t lay a finger on her. He’s using that infernal phone to make her feel things, turning her insides to jelly. One minute she’s spitting fire, next she’s cooing like a lovebird.

The transformation is almost comical. He’s got her tied up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey, phone’s buzzing like a hornet’s nest with her manager on the line, and Yua’s spilling her guts about liking "dirty things". It’s a car crash, and I can’t look away.

He takes her back to her place, a regular den of iniquity filled with toys from her adoring fans. Three hours he spends with her, and by the end, she's a puddle of contradictions. Is she a sweet kid caught in a bad situation, or a firecracker finally lit?

By the time he finishes with her, even I'm questioning what's real and what's an act. He leaves her with a souvenir – a broken spirit and a forced confession of her "love" for all things dirty. The irony is thicker than molasses. She wanted to shed her "dirty girl" persona, and this Penokin creep twists it into a self-fulfilling prophecy.

This whole case reeks of manipulation and shattered innocence. I've seen a lot of messed up things in my line of work, but this one… this one’s got me feeling like I need a strong drink and a long shower. And not in a good way.