Chapter 121: A Melody Born from Ecstasy
"Ahh, fuck, ngh! This feels too good!"
A moan escaped my lips involuntarily from the sensation of our bodies grinding together. Her legs had somehow wrapped around my waist.
"Hoo, hoo! I'm just giving you a massage—how am I supposed to do that if you stick to me like this?"
"Hiiing, I don't care! Put it in me, please."
"I haven't even done your back yet?"
"You want to anyway! You're rock hard—what more are you holding back for?"
Ahyun's sharp gaze broke my restraint. I spread her legs and pressed my tip against her entrance.
Schlup!
Her pussy parted eagerly, welcoming the familiar intruder. Ahyun hugged my back, her hands frantically caressing my waist, spine, and down to my ass.
"Ahh! Hngk!"
We clung to each other completely. I matched her hip movements, responding to her rhythm.
Slurp—slurp—slurp—
The wet sounds from our motions were unusually lewd, thanks to the oil.
Our heated sex only grew more intense and deep as time passed.
"Hng, hng~! Ung...!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch
"Haaang, hak!"
Ahyun's sticky inner walls gripped me tight, stealing my sanity. Before I knew it, she had planted her knees on either side of my thighs and was bucking her hips furiously. The oil made her slick, glistening body amplify the pleasure deliciously.
"Kuh, I'm gonna cum!"
"Ung! Hak, me too! I'm... cu—hngg!!"
Even after I unloaded, we stayed glued together, not wanting to part.
"Hooah, this feels way too good."
"Right? Just adding oil changes everything."
"Wanna use it again next time. But is it okay to blow through expensive stuff like this?"
"Who cares. As long as it's for your skin. I'll get more when it runs out."
"It's that cheap?"
"Don't worry about it. Just use whatever I give you freely—I want you relaxed."
Items bought with coins came in luxurious packaging, and their effects were so potent they defied cash value. But since nothing like them sold here, fretting over money was pointless.
Ahyun, touched by my words, pressed her lips to mine. Our sticky, sloppy kiss reignited the bed's heat. We filled the room with the scent of oil—and still weren't satisfied, burning through over half the bottle in our frenzy.
You have obtained 'Inspiration'.
Only after pumping so much cum into Ahyun that no more would fit did I finally feel sated. As I wiped down her limp, stamina-drained body, the status window alert startled me.
'Inspiration'—that's the ability unlocked at 50%+ composing skill.
While I reeled from the sudden activation, a melody began playing in my ears.
♪~♪♪~♬~♩~♬
"What's wrong?"
Ahyun, catching my startled twitching while she panted in exhaustion, asked.
"...You hear any music?"
"Music? No? Is it from outside?"
No, it seemed to be in my head only—inaudible to her. But to me, it rang crystal clear, like a command to remember it.
With my boosted lyrics, composing, and theory skills—plus enhanced memory—the notes were auto-arranging on an imaginary staff in my mind. Synergy at work.
"Nah... forget it. Hard to explain, but a song popped into my head. Thought you heard it too."
"You hear voices? Should we go to the hospital?"
Just an extraordinary perk from awakening. No doctor needed.
"Got any sheet music?"
"Duh. Wait—you're gonna compose?"
"You're learning, so I figured I should too. Guess that's why a song just hit me."
"Whoa!! That's wild. Hang on, I'll grab it."
Thinking her stamina was shot, I was surprised when Ahyun sprang up, fetching sheet music and pens.
I took the paper and transcribed the melody filling my head. First time doing this, it took longer than expected.
Ahyun watched silently, then fired up her music software, inputting MIDI from my sheets.
"Coming along okay?"
Snapping out of it after finishing, I burst out laughing at naked Ahyun working the program.
Headphones on, she didn't react right away. Touching her shoulder got her attention; she pulled them off.
"Ahyun-ah, let's put some clothes on."
"Huh?"
"We're half-assed here too."
"Oh? Ack!"
She scrambled for underwear, flustered. Naked myself, we just laughed it off casually.
"Anyone seeing us would know we're a music couple."
"First time hearing you compose—got me hyped. Wait a sec. It's rough, but almost done."
Her "studying hard" wasn't bluffing; she nailed it fast. No program knowledge from me, so her wizardry amazed.
"You're good."
"Gotta be. Kept it clean with just piano."
"This the MIDI thing? Composers need it, right? Never tried."
"Learned recently—not pro level yet."
"No newbie says that. Teach me sometime."
"Sure. But this a full song, right?"
"Yeah."
"Just popped in your head? Start to finish?"
"Like an MR track playing in my ears."
"...Insane."
Not that insane—cheat-gotten ability. Praise felt embarrassing.
"Nah, you're the impressive one. Whipped up a whole track."
"...You don't get how rare this is. Inspiration's usually a snippet melody—you build around it. But a full song from go? God-tier."
Not unheard of, but rare genius luck. Ahyun couldn't hide her envy.
"You had it once—sex for inspiration, made a track."
"That was a melody. Fleshed it out into what I showed you. Never full-song vision."
"What if it's plagiarism? Super awkward."
Plagiarism checks key in composing. Low odds here—special ability origin.
"No way. Never heard similar in anything."
Makes sense. Keep stats 50%+ for more. Pros would kill for this.
"Done! Playing it. Flag errors—I'll fix."
"Okay."
She hit play. Her quick MIDI flowed via soft piano.
"Sounds good."
"Right? Shocked me too. Grows on you."
Ding~ Deediding~ Dingding~
Not identical to my head version—rushed—but solid enough to praise.
"Matches your mental melody?"
"Close, not exact."
"What can't you do? Got it all."
Ahyun shook her head, looping it endlessly.
"First for me too."
"One's hard; more'll be easy. Bring 'em to me. No company—could spark drama. Protect yours, watch for thieves."
"Yeah."
Her teachers stressed it; she hammered it home.
"Heard tons quit over stolen songs. Let's stay safe."
"Yup yup."
Times like this, her same-age maturity shone—cute looks fool you, but she's solid.
"Our group couldn't sing this, huh?"
"Fits a girl vibe."
Not idol-ready for Airplane—too mismatched.
"Burying it's a waste. Copyright it? Shop to company?"
"Hmm... Too slammed with shoots."
"Not debuted composer, but know pros—ask?"
"Send with yours? You've got stacks."
She hid hers, claiming amateur. But solid to me.
"Objective check on your level. I studied, but no gauge on this song's quality."
"...Mine'd flop instantly."
I pushed firm at her doubt.
"You don't, I won't. Hoard forever? Fear stalls debuts—challenge steady."
"...Sigh, can't win your stubborn ass."
Spotting my resolve, she caved. Excited for her composer's dream too.
"This really sound-worthy?"
"Rough cut slaps. Imagine full arrangement. It'll blow up."
Aspiring composer's word—trust it. Cheat-made anyway.
'Funny—more credible 'cause I didn't make it.'
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