Chapter 55 #10. Debut (3)

Whoosh!

All three of us sprang into action, cleaning up without any more bickering. Ahyun was wiping up the water Boksun unnie had spilled, her face flushed beet red. She must be lost in some naughty thoughts.

She's definitely fantasizing about something lewd.

If Ahyun were wearing a skirt, I could've checked if her panties were soaked, but unfortunately, she showed up in jeans today, so no dice.

I snuck up behind her as she cleaned and draped myself over her back.

"I wanted to do it with you today, but I ended up doing it with Teacher instead, huh?"

"...You wanted to do it with me?"

"That was the plan. I was gonna get all powered up from you and crush our debut stage."

"If it weren't for that interrupter..."

"Nah, come on."

She'd clearly refused to go further earlier. Because of the company. Blaming it on Boksun unnie would be a lie.

"...Sorry."

"Not your fault to apologize for. Just holding you like this and spending time together makes me plenty happy."

Pulsing, throbbing!

With my arms wrapped around her from behind, she could totally feel how heavy and hard my lower half had gotten. She knew one shot in Boksun unnie's mouth wasn't enough to satisfy me, which only made her face fall even more guiltily.

"N-next time!"

"Next time?"

"Do it with me."

"With you? For real? Here at the company?"

"Yeah. Do it with me. I can do it good too. If you want me to get spanked, I will. I can match you perfectly."

I knew it too. I remembered how well she'd reacted when I smacked her ass in bed.

"You hated doing it at the company. I don't wanna make you do stuff you dislike. I wanna look good to my girlfriend, not have her hate me."

"No! Truth is, I didn't hate it. I just refused 'cause I was scared of getting caught by someone else. There's no way I'd ever reject you."

"Such a good girl, my Ahyun."

So damn cute.

Mwah, mwah, mwah!

Ahyun burst into giggles under my barrage of kisses.

This is cutting it close, but... safe?

I'd been worried about springing that sudden skinship with Boksun unnie on her without warning. I sent Boksun unnie to the bathroom and soothed Ahyun. Luckily, it worked—she wasn't dwelling on it anymore.

If I play this right...

Threesome potential!!

My little guy, still pent-up and unsated, was brimming with anticipation rather than complaints right now.

"Oh my god, insane."

"They're gonna sweep everything right out the gate."

"Line 'em up with the other members. Haesol standing out too much alone could be a problem."

We were fully made up, my hair dyed blond, stage outfits perfectly fitted. This was exactly how we'd hit the debut stage.

I'd worn it once for the music video shoot, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they'd tailored it even better since—hugging my body comfortably, super easy to move in.

"They fixed it perfectly. No discomfort dancing at all."

"It's your debut outfit, so we asked for extra care."

"Heard your choreo is brutal."

"Yeah. Worried an uncomfortable costume would throw off our focus. But coord unnie nailed it—no issues."

"Hohoho! Piece of cake! Don't sweat stage outfits anymore. Unnie'll make sure they're comfy, whatever it takes."

Truth is, stage costumes are designed to be uncomfortable. Prioritizing visuals over comfort. Off-stage, they burden the viewer and wearer alike—useless rags.

But had I charmed the coord unnie just right? She'd sworn to pull all-nighters perfecting my outfit.

"Whoa, hyung's visuals are killer. Can I take pics?"

Ki Uyeon came in dressed, eyes widening at me.

"You look sharp too."

"Photos okay, but no spreading 'em elsewhere, got it?"

Manager pulled out her phone eagerly, and the manager director warned her.

"Yessir!"

Click, click!

We were in tomorrow's showcase venue. Company rented it for two whole days for our flawless debut prep. Let us rehearse in full costume the day before.

This is big-corp money flexing.

Proof of sky-high expectations. Buzz and hype everywhere already weighed heavy on our shoulders. More pressure? Barely noticeable.

We followed the tape marks on the floor, mapping positions. In-ears piped the backing track.

Finally, months of prep hitting the world.

Ahyun from Airplane's dedicated team, monitoring showcase reactions live, couldn't hold back her giddy grin.

"Perfect debut, really."

"Don't let it go to your head. Feels like a flower road now, but ahead's thorns."

"Even with reactions this good?"

"Other fandoms will stir soon. If they feel threatened, the blocking starts."

"Other fandoms? Why? Can't everyone just cheer their faves?"

"This industry's not that pure."

Ahyun still looked puzzled—didn't hit home yet. Honey Enter staff smiled meaningfully at her innocence.

"Build mental armor for the hell ahead. Baseless smears incoming."

Honey Enter staff went full battle mode, eyes glued to communities.

Showcase smashed, reporters' glowing articles flooded portals. Hyped as visual group from jump, our faces dominated post-show buzz.

Good reactions meant tons of bookings. Music shows first. Huge privilege: debuting on all three major networks uninterrupted.

"Hello!"

"Hey."

"Please take care of us!"

"Hello! Airplane here! Please take care of us!"

Senior idols greeted our bows way kinder than feared.

"Nice to meet you."

"Honey Enter's newbies, right?"

"Handsome bunch. Take care of me."

"Rookie group already blowing up. Do well."

Warm seniors, packed schedules, stages to show sweat-and-blood practice. Chaotic days, but we powered through fine.

No member forgot it wasn't just our power. Long-timers here, friends debuted—knew broadcast unfairness stories.

"This is big agency perks."

"Friend said no bookings post-debut, total letdown."

"Greetings this warm? Worlds from friends' tales."

"Worth sticking with Honey Enter."

"Our stage killed too, or no buzz. We nailed it."

No overt favoritism screaming "special treatment," but no hostility from staff knowing our label. Debut drove home "major agency" might.

Our debut MV hit 100M views, charted Billboard Global—Airplane buzz turned ominous.

Peaked when pre-debut reality aired.

Exhausted as hell. Music shows: endless waiting for 3-4 min stages. Even major agency couldn't skip industry norms.

Stopped griping, optimized dead time. Nap whenever possible, recharge stamina—meet unnie at dawn.

Doppelganger doll? Needed my sleep too. But Stamina Pouch. Use both right, no neglecting doll from fatigue.

Jua unnie, steady encourager post-debut. Still no ring or amulet for her—priority meet.

Thinking of mother-in-law stiffened my groin. That day... so slutty. Our mother-in-law.

Going for Jua unnie, sure—but lying if I said no awareness of her.

Couldn't hide excitement, activated Doppelganger Doll.

Unnie... and Mother-in-law...!! I'm coming!