Debut Preparations (4)
Chirp chirp—chirp chirp chirp—
The noisy sparrows pulled me back to consciousness. The sunlight warming my face told me I'd slept like a rock. I tried to sit up right away, but paused to splash some dry water on my face and catch my breath. I was completely wiped out.
How many times had it been yesterday? I stopped counting after five. The status window kept notifying me that my coin balance was steadily rising, but I was too out of it to check.
Squelch—squelch—
I wasn't the only one exhausted. Jua noona was still dead to the world, lost in deep slumber like it was the middle of the night. Heh!
Jua noona had been amazing yesterday too. She didn't shy away from the pleasure—she expressed every bit of it without hesitation. That fired me up, letting me throw myself even deeper into the sex.
'Feels empty.' Checking my coin gains, I'd racked up a fresh total of 18. That meant at least six rounds, no question. Not bad for a day's work, but considering the item's value, it was still peanuts.
Just looking at that number made my head spin. Still, every little bit adds up to a mountain—I'd hoard what I could.
'When the hell am I gonna scrape this together? Ugh!' The sheer pressure of those digits had me clicking my tongue in frustration. Wasn't there a better way to farm more coins?
Mulling over my coin shortage, I propped myself up. 'What time is it?' Glancing at the clock, it read 10 a.m. As long as I made it to the company by 2 p.m., no tardiness. No regrets about spending yesterday on sex, but it stung that my rare day off hadn't been truly relaxing. If they were gonna give me a break, they could've made it two days—the cheapskates.
'At least it cleared out all my pent-up lust. Head feels sharp now.'
With that much buildup, I'd nearly pounced on noona the second I saw her. This experience drilled it home: stockpiling lust is dangerous.
'If Poni doesn't cough up coins soon, I'm in real trouble.'
I could end up on the news as some guy in this gender-reversed world who assaulted a woman. Too embarrassing—I'd never show my face as an idol again.
My brain screamed to get up, but I stayed glued to the bed, pulling Jua noona tight into my arms. Staring at her peaceful, innocent sleeping face, oblivious to the morning...
'Am I some kind of beast?' My lower half twitched again. After all that work yesterday.
'Stamina's seriously OP. This is beyond human levels.'
What guy could cum more than five times in a day? Leveling stats with coins... I'd never really dwelled on it, but damn, what a broken cheat.
And earning them? No torture or risking your life—just ride the waves of pleasure.
'What happens if I keep pumping stamina? Or max out other stats instead?'
Poni said there was no reason to hyper-focus one stat with so many options, and gains got less efficient at higher percentages. But even 20% made a visible difference. Push further, and I'd be superhuman.
All for the "lowly" goal of knocking up women.
'Worried they'll demand more later.' Not that I'd hand it over easily.
[Honey Enter (HE) Forming New Boy Group!]
[When's Honey Enter's Boy Group Debut?]
[HE's New Boy Group—Trainee Kang Jun a Likely Pick?]
[Entertainment World Buzzing: Honey Enter's New Boy Group News Puts Agencies on Alert!]
Reporters flooded articles on Honey Enter's new boy group, stirring up fans and agencies alike. Other agencies panicked over potential damage to their own groups, while fans buzzed over their favorite trainees—modest fandoms, but real.
The debut lineup hype had everyone on edge.
Honey Enter threads blanketed the communities.
As chatter exploded, rumors flew—some true, mostly BS. Honey Enter's marketing team monitored every community vibe, gauging reactions to the new boy group.
We members couldn't check external buzz. The company warned against it. The naive kids took Manager Head-nim's word, scared straight—no Honey-related apps touched.
Honestly, no time anyway. Once the debut track dropped, schedules crushed us: MV shoots, poster shoots, album art, choreography practice, vocals, diet, gym—you name it.
Stuff we'd done forever, but "real deal" mindset shifted everything. Full-day grinds left us zombies stumbling into the dorm at 11 p.m. Out at 7 a.m. Minors hit school till noon, then practice ramped up. Hamster wheel for three months.
[Honey Enter's New Boy Group Finally Unveiled!]
[New Boy Group's Name: 'Airplane'!]
[When's Ambitious Boy Group 'Airplane' Debut Lineup Reveal?]
Airplane—straight-up signaling our global ambitions. Concept: fresh, upbeat. Young members fit light, age-appropriate vibes over heavy themes.
"Jeki and Uyeon will show faces first to the public."
"Me?"
"Huh?!"
"You two have the most recognition. Plus, Jeki, you're leader."
Kyungtae was oldest, but Jeki led. Staff figured proactive leader image sells.
"Jeki and Uyeon day one, Eungyu and Jun day two, Kyungtae and Haesol last on the official homepage."
Last for me. Individual posters we'd shot daily would drop sequentially, then group shots.
They'd stripped and dressed us for a week straight, endless poses—guess for this.
"Mid-tier agency rookies? Crickets. But Honey's boy group rumor alone pulls reporters. That's agency power, influence."
Manager Head-nim nagged more lately—pre-debut damage control.
"Interest has upsides: easier face-outs than other mid-tiers. Downsides?"
"Uh... sky-high expectations?"
"Right, Uyeon. Expectations through the roof from day one. Company picked you thinking you're ready. You owe fans delivery."
TL;DR: Bust your asses.
"Why so fancy? Just 'roll like dogs,' yeah?"
"...Spot on. Roll and roll. Nail the stage—we handle the rest. Do your jobs, we'll do ours, and boom—Red Witch level, global K-pop."
Red Witch: Honey's foundational girl group, unhesitatingly top-tier. Global smash despite no boys, built Honey into a powerhouse. Huge bar for debut rookies.
"R-Red Witch sunbaenim?"
"Company believes you can hit that."
"Eek! That's..."
"Weak talk already? Can't have that."
"Uwaaaak!! Manager-nim, please! Pressure's killing me!"
Some were already sleepless from stress—his words were pouring gas on the fire.
"You'll learn to love the pressure. Part of becoming true stars. Enjoy it while you can. Hahaha!"
FYI, Manager Head-nim's a buff woman. Tough as nails—says wimping out earns a backhand, "Real men gotta be tough."
I'd thought she downplayed emotional stuff too much for a trainee handler. But now? Her chill, no-BS vibe helped.
'She shrugs it off, so it feels lighter? Debut's huge, sure, but after world-hopping and body-swapping? This pressure's nothing.'