Ahyun Therapy (2)
After fooling around with Ahyun for a good while, it was only much later that music finally came up. We were in the studio, after all—it was inevitable. Truth be told, I wanted to whisk her out of there. But with her eyes sparkling at the mention of music, she looked so damn cute that I couldn't just do whatever I pleased.
"How's the composing going?"
"Having my own studio makes it way more comfortable and focused. I've already whipped up five tracks, thanks to you."
"Right! You said you'd made a bunch. Let me hear 'em. I'm dying to."
"Don't get your hopes up. They're nothing like your masterpieces."
Ahyun bashfully played one of her tracks. The filename? FinalCompleteRealCompleteFinalFinal233. I could already imagine the endless agony and hours she'd poured into it.
"Haven't settled on a title yet. Oh, and I even tried writing lyrics for it. See if they fit?"
"Lyrics too? Whoa, impressive!"
"They're pretty amateurish, so I'm not married to them. I just threw them together as a guide vocal to test the recording, and they turned out okay."
♪~♪~♪~
A clear yet throaty clarinet hooked my ears right from the intro. As it set the mood, drums and piano layered in the rhythm. It was pure city pop—my head was nodding along before I knew it.
Ahyun's got real talent for this stuff. The lyrics told of a woman who'd never known love falling hard for a guy, fumbling awkwardly but vowing to muster her courage and go for it.
"This is awesome. The lyrics fit perfectly."
"What about this part? It's bugging me, but I can't think of anything better."
Ahyun's passion for music was off the charts. I was so glad she had the talent for it. If she'd quit being an idol and switched careers entirely, she'd have regretted it big time.
I happily lent her my skills. Using coins to boost my composing was paying off for her, and that felt great.
"See? You fix it in one go. You're a total genius."
"I'm more amazed you get my half-assed explanations perfectly. You're the genius."
"Nah, you are. You spot the weak spots instantly and figure out fixes. That's the hard part."
We spent ages buttering each other up.
Knock knock!
If someone hadn't knocked, we might've gone all day.
"Eek! Who's there?"
"It's me. Coming in~"
Boksun noona flung the door open—before Ahyun could slide off my lap.
"What? You two already getting it on?"
Her wine-red hair freshly dyed, Boksun noona shot us a jealous scowl.
"We haven't yet!"
"Yet?? Oh god. I gotta warn the kids. No more barging in here. They're pure innocents who haven't dipped into that stuff—imagine if they catch you and go into heat."
"Hey!! We're not doing it here!"
"Really? Pinky swear? Even if Haesol tempts you, you'll say no no no?"
"……."
Ahyun couldn't answer. Why promise something when you don't know the future?
She pouted like a fish, all sulky.
"Haha, quit teasing her. Long time no see— no hello for me?"
"Of course. But Ahyun's blocking the way. Get off his lap already?"
"This is my assigned seat. Nyah~"
Before the overseas trip, there'd been some awkwardness between them. Now? Zero. They'd gotten close. It warmed my heart, a genuine smile creeping up.
"Heard the academy's got a sneaky bunch of students. Business booming?"
"Yeah, not bad. But I'm not settling. Oh! Perfect timing. Photo op. The kids won't believe you're my student."
"Proof pic, huh?"
"Yup. I did raise you."
"True enough."
Promo motive obvious, but it wasn't a lie, so no issue.
"Not slapping your face on ads—just framing it. Company won't care. It'll spread by word of mouth. Hehe! I can ride your coattails, right?"
"Obviously."
"My man's incredible. Just two years post-debut and already this huge. I snagged a monster boyfriend. Building that skilled-idol image is brutal. Without Masked Singer, I couldn't have dreamed it. Topping five rounds stamped me with the public, and that record carried us overseas. Fans digging into Airplane always hit Masked Singer first."
"You worked hard. Overseas life must've sucked."
"Food didn't agree with me."
"Heard you were a hit."
"Eh, can't deny some popularity."
"Whoa~ Superstar boyfriend's back! Hohot! Any girls?"
"Huh?"
"How many'd you sleep with? Nothing serious, right?"
"Topic jump much? None!"
True. No headspace for dating with sasaengs hounding us nonstop.
"You held out? Bullshit!"
"Too wiped to even get it up!!"
"Business eye-candy? Okay. Lying pisses me off more—fess up. You banged some, huh?"
"Swear on my life, no."
Clear conscience, head held high. Didn't mean I skipped relief, though. Items let me pop back home regularly, handling business along the way.
"Snuck home to see you when I could. Wasn't holding out completely."
"Hmph~ So? If that's all, you're backed up now, right?"
Smooth—
"……."
Boksun noona's hand slithered to my crotch, sticky and teasing. My dormant dick perked up like a pup greeting its owner.
Bulge!
Heavy swell, proudly showing off my fidelity. She grinned, pleased.
"Eggs are full, huh? Hehe!"
Just days ago, I'd unloaded into Jua noona and Jeonghwa, but I played it cool, nodding firmly.
My already superhuman stamina hit 80% and went full inhuman. Emptied one second, refilled the next at insane speed.
Good, no side effects.
Worried high stats might glitch me out—too OP. But at 80%, I got it.
No side effects possible.
Semen regen so crazy, no blue balls. Better: total lust control. Rev up when I want, stay cool when needed. Godsend for guys who can't rein it in.
Lower-half animal, right?
"Gonna drain you proper today?"
"N-not here!!"
Ahyun shoved the clinging Boksun noona off.
"Hey? Wasn't planning now. Still working hours. Wait a bit—I'll wring you dry♡"
"Thought you'd do it now? You got me all huge."
"Hehe! Cutie. Can't—gotta work. I'm the director, y'know? But tonight? Hotter than you dream. Scorching hot!"
Wink! She tapped my nose playfully. Gulped hard. Wanted to grab her waist and pin her down now.
Control? Pfft.
Sniff sniff—
Holding back ain't manly.
Her scent had my heart racing. Sensing I'd fallen, Ahyun poked my side, pouty.
"Go work! It's hours."
"Fine, fine. Says no to me but uses him first?"
"My call~"
Ahyun dodged firm yes/no, shooing her out defiantly.
"Phew! Finally gone. Lock the door."
"You two get along great. Look so close."
"Hmph. I'm graciously allowing it."
She haughtily tilted her chin. But I knew Boksun noona's maturity bridged the gap.
Noona gone, Ahyun hopped back on my lap.
"Hug me tight."
"Anything for you, princess!"
I crushed her in a bear hug, peppering her cheek with kisses. Her giggling smile was pure healing.
Buried my nose in her nape. Sniff sniff sniff.
"Eek! Tickles~"
"Sniff sniff. Ahyun therapy in session—no interrupting. Healing mode."
"Ahyun therapy? What's that?"
"Sniffing your scent to melt away mental fatigue."
"Eek! Embarrassing! Stop~"
"Love this smell. So you."
Sweet lemony—tart yet sugary, honey-floral. Now it'll scream Ahyun every time.
She pretended to pull away, blushing, but settled with a shy grin, offering her neck.
If I were a vamp, I'd have bitten that pale nape raw.
Aah—
"Huh?"
"Nom nom. Tasty Ahyun neck."
Not a vamp, but I nipped anyway.
"Next song. You stopped midway."
"Mm… later? Not now?"
"Later? Why? Chickened out?"
"Not that, but…."
Smooth!
Ahyun ground her hips seductively. Her ass pressed my crotch inevitably.
Boksun noona's tease had it swelling; now Ahyun's sent it joyfully stretching.
"Ahyun?"
"Body's heating up…."
Ears red, she signaled boldly.
I was floored. Hanging with noona turned my bunny wild!
"When'd my rabbit get so naughty? Shocking."
"Your fault—went overseas."
We'd hooked up on visits, but not enough to kill her loneliness.
Makes sense. Used to bang whenever I was home.
Sudden gaps to weekly, biweekly—even Ahyun'd get horny.
I'd give her what she craved.
Truth? I want it too.
Thought she was music-focused, me being needy. Turns out her mind wandered too.
Stood, hoisting her up with me.
"Let's go."
"Yeah."
Grinning, I gripped her hand tight, heading out.
Destination? Her place, obviously.