Momo’s Pre-Comeback Strain Evaluation

FBIA: Daily Protocol

By Jaewon

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Chapter 2: Momo’s Pre-Comeback Strain Evaluation

The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:05 AM the following morning. Director Park’s precise handwriting detailed the next assignment: Hirai Momo (TWICE) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Comeback Strain Evaluation. Focus on dance-induced lower body and core tension. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist with positioning and documentation.

Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo reviewed the file in the preparation room, his tall frame steady and composed. In his early thirties, Park Gunwoo was renowned within the FBIA for his exceptional control and thoroughness. His deep, calming voice and precise hands made even the most nerve-wracking protocols manageable for the women under his care. The hidden wing of the luxury Seoul clinic remained quiet, the soft lighting and temperature-controlled air creating the ideal environment for the day’s demanding work.

Agent Kang entered first, broad-shouldered and strict as ever. “All equipment prepared, Inspector. Warming oils, fresh linens, and the padded table calibrated.”

Agent Lee followed closely, tablet ready. “Miss Momo has arrived. She reviewed the full protocol details and gave preliminary consent. She mentioned some tightness in her thighs and hips from recent choreography sessions.”

Park Gunwoo nodded. “Standard procedure. Reconfirm consent at every major transition. Bring her in.”

A soft knock sounded, and Hirai Momo stepped into the examination suite. At twenty-nine, the Japanese-born TWICE member carried a dancer’s powerful yet feminine physique. Her light brown hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and she clutched the white robe modestly. Her cheeks showed a natural flush even before the session began, her large, expressive eyes reflecting a mix of professionalism and shy anticipation.

“Inspector Park Gunwoo… Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted with a small bow, her voice soft with a faint accent. “I know this is necessary before the comeback. I’ve been pushing hard in practice.”

Park Gunwoo offered a reassuring smile. “We’re here to ensure your body can handle it, Momo. The Bureau’s orders are strict, but your safety and consent are paramount. We’ll proceed step by step: visual, palpation, full sensory mapping. You can stop or request adjustments at any time. Do you consent to the complete Level 3 protocol today?”

Momo took a deep breath, then nodded firmly. “I consent.”

“Excellent. Please remove the robe and lie face up on the table when you’re ready.”

She let the robe slip away, revealing her idol body in its full glory. Momo possessed a noticeably curvier figure than many of her peers — full, rounded breasts with sensitive pinkish nipples, a toned yet soft waist with visible dancer’s abs, wide hips, thick and powerful thighs sculpted from endless hours of dance, a smooth shaved mound, and strong yet dainty feet. The warm lights accentuated the healthy glow of her skin and the subtle muscle definition earned through dedication.

Park Gunwoo began the visual assessment, circling the table slowly as Agent Lee documented. “Overall excellent tone. Some visible tightness in the hip flexors and inner thighs, consistent with recent schedules.”

He warmed his hands thoroughly and started palpation at her neck and shoulders. Strong fingers pressed and kneaded, locating knots formed from sharp choreography movements. Momo exhaled shakily. Agent Kang stepped forward, his large hands gently supporting her upper back for deeper access. Park Gunwoo’s touch was firm yet caring as he worked the trapezius muscles.

Transitioning to sensory mapping, Park Gunwoo leaned down. His tongue dragged slowly from her collarbone upward along the side of her neck, tasting the clean, slightly sweet flavor of her skin. Momo shivered, a tiny gasp escaping. He repeated on the other side, lips brushing near her ear before pulling back.

The inspection moved lower. Park Gunwoo cupped her full breasts, kneading them with deliberate pressure to assess tissue health and any underlying strain. His thumbs circled the nipples until they pebbled under his touch. Lowering his head, he licked long, wet stripes beneath each breast, savoring the soft curves, then swirled his tongue around each peak, sucking lightly to test sensitivity. Momo’s breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling noticeably.

“Upper body checks progressing well,” Park Gunwoo noted calmly. Agent Lee recorded every response.

After several minutes of thorough attention to her torso and ribs, Park Gunwoo instructed, “Turn over for the posterior check, please.”

With Agent Kang’s steady assistance on her hips, Momo rolled onto her stomach. Park Gunwoo’s fingers traced down her spine, pressing firmly along each vertebra and into the lower back. His tongue followed in one long, continuous lick from the nape of her neck all the way down to the dimples above her ass, leaving a glistening trail. Agent Lee applied a thin layer of warming oil, allowing everything to glide smoothly over her skin.

“Any specific discomfort here?” Park Gunwoo asked.

“Just the usual from dancing… it feels good,” Momo murmured into the pillow.

They spent extended time on her back and sides before having her turn face up again. “Now the lower body inspection. Consent check.”

Momo’s voice was already breathier. “I consent… please continue.”

Park Gunwoo positioned himself at the end of the table. He gently parted her thick thighs, exposing her most intimate areas. Agent Kang supported one leg firmly at the knee, holding it open for optimal access and stability while maintaining professionalism. Park Gunwoo’s two fingers spread her smooth folds with clinical care, sliding slowly along every ridge, crease, and sensitive dip. He checked for swelling, texture, and tension, circling her clit with light pressure before exploring shallowly at her entrance.

“Breathe deeply for me, Momo,” he instructed softly. His tongue joined the inspection — delivering long, thorough licks from her entrance up over her clit and back down again, tasting her growing arousal. Momo moaned openly, her hips twitching against the hold.

To fully assess self-stimulation response and pelvic resilience — a required component of Level 3 for dancers under high physical stress — Park Gunwoo spoke evenly. “As part of the protocol, I need you to touch yourself while we continue the mapping. This helps evaluate natural tension release and response patterns.”

Momo’s face flushed deeper, but she nodded. Her hand moved down between her thighs, fingers finding her swollen clit as Park Gunwoo’s tongue continued its work. Agent Lee noted the details professionally. She began rubbing herself in steady circles, matching the rhythm of Park Gunwoo’s licks and finger strokes along her folds and entrance.

The room filled with her soft, escalating moans and the wet sounds of the inspection. Park Gunwoo licked every inch meticulously — the sensitive inner thighs, the crease where leg met body, back to her dripping core — while his fingers assisted, spreading and stroking with precise care. Momo’s own fingers moved faster, rubbing and occasionally dipping shallowly as the combined sensations intensified.

Agent Kang maintained his firm but gentle hold on her leg. “You’re handling it well. Let the release come naturally if it builds.”

Momo’s body tensed, thick thighs trembling in Agent Kang’s grasp. Her fingers worked frantically now on her clit while Park Gunwoo’s tongue lapped steadily, focusing on every sensitive spot. The pressure built rapidly.

“Ahh—! Inspector Park Gunwoo… I can’t hold—!”

Her cry echoed as the orgasm crashed through her. Momo’s body convulsed powerfully, and she squirted in strong, clear gushes across Park Gunwoo’s tongue and fingers. The warm fluid coated his chin and hand as he continued gentle, guiding licks to ease her through the intense peak. Her hand kept moving through the spasms, drawing out every shudder and aftershock until she collapsed back onto the table, panting and trembling.

Park Gunwoo straightened slightly, voice steady and approving. “Very strong natural response. Excellent pelvic floor strength and stress relief indicators. This will benefit your dance performance significantly.”

They allowed her a short recovery period, gently wiping her with warm cloths. Agent Lee updated the logs efficiently. The inspection then continued to the posterior lower body.

With the agents’ assistance, Momo was turned onto her stomach once more. Park Gunwoo kneaded and spread her firm, rounded ass cheeks, fingers exploring the muscle tone. His tongue traced the cleft slowly, licking over her tight hole in careful, thorough circles before moving down the backs of her powerful thighs and behind her knees — areas prone to tightness in dancers. Momo whimpered softly, still sensitive, but endured the detailed sensory mapping.

Finally, the feet received full attention. Park Gunwoo lifted one dainty foot, sucking each toe individually into his mouth, his tongue sliding between them to taste and check every part. He licked firm, broad strokes across the sole and arch, repeating the process meticulously on the other foot.

Nearly two hours and forty minutes had passed when the session concluded. Momo lay flushed and glistening with oil, sweat, and traces of her release, every single body part having been pressed, touched, licked, and fully inspected.

Park Gunwoo helped her sit up carefully, draping a fresh robe over her shoulders. “You passed with outstanding marks, Momo. The lower body strain is manageable with the recommended recovery plan. The squirting response confirms healthy function under stress.”

Momo looked at him with hazy, grateful eyes, still catching her breath. “Thank you… Inspector Park Gunwoo, and the team. It was so intense… but I really feel looser now. Ready for practice again.”

Agent Kang gave an approving nod. “Protocol followed without deviation.”

Agent Lee smiled lightly as he finalized the report. “Clean bill of health. We’ll forward recommendations to the Bureau and your management. Rest and hydrate well, Miss Momo.”

As she prepared to leave, Park Gunwoo walked her to the door. “Take care of that powerful body of yours. The Bureau will call if further sessions are needed.”

Momo offered a small, genuine smile, a hint of her usual bright personality returning. “I will. Thank you again… I feel safer knowing these checks exist.”

The door closed softly. Park Gunwoo washed up at the station, reflecting on the thorough session. The FBIA’s work, though strictly bounded, provided essential care for these women who pushed their limits daily.

Agent Lee chuckled. “Another successful day. Her dance background made the lower checks particularly responsive.”

Park Gunwoo glanced at the secure tablet as a new notification appeared. “The Bureau is already preparing tomorrow’s order.”