Debut (7)
“I didn’t hate it.”
Just that I didn’t like having to take all the losses on my end. But after mulling it over, I realized Mother-in-law’s scheme really was the best way forward.
‘Gotta do that mother-daughter rice bowl, but we can’t let them grow apart.’
Of course, there were a few things to settle first.
“Besides, after turning Mother-in-law into this, I can’t just walk away without taking responsibility.”
Squelch!
Semen oozing thickly from her pussy. I shoved my toe right in there, and she shot me a glare. Then, right after—
Crunch!
Like she wanted revenge, she chomped down on my cock with her teeth while it was still getting slurped up noisily.
“Agh! That hurts, Mother-in-law!”
Munch munch—slurp slurp slurp!
After punishing it with her teeth, she soothed it right away with loving flicks of her tongue. Give the poison, then the antidote.
I grabbed Mother-in-law’s head as she worked her mouth diligently and pressed it down deeper, forcing her to take more.
“This is the dick you’ll be serving as your husband from now on. Can’t treat it so roughly, right?”
“Guh! Hng… ugh… slrp… shlurp…!”
“Gonna shoot one more load.”
Splurt! Spuuurt~!!
I pulled out from her throat and hosed her tongue with a fresh spray of semen.
“Mmm.”
Mother-in-law didn’t swallow right away. Instead, she stuck her tongue out all the way, showing off the pooled cum in vivid detail. Then, with a gulp—!
She downed it without hesitation.
“Haa, so delicious♡”
“……”
She was gonna make me hard again. Seriously, wasn’t Mother-in-law way too lewd?
I stroked her head gently as a reward for doing well.
“If things go according to Mother-in-law’s plan, you and Jua noona will both be serving the same husband.”
“…Jua’s pregnant, so it’s hard to just come out and say it.”
“I’m not planning to confess right away either. We need to tidy up Mother-in-law’s situation first.”
“My situation…?”
“To take on a new husband, don’t we need to clean up the old one first?”
“That’s what you’ve been thinking about?”
“Of course. I don’t want to see my woman touched by another man.”
I wasn’t the type to get off on that kind of thing.
“It’s been ages since I slept with him. He’s totally hooked on some other woman—no energy left for me.”
I shook my head at Mother-in-law’s self-deprecating words.
“Doesn’t matter. I don’t care about the past. The future’s what counts.”
“You’re saying I should divorce him?”
“Yes.”
Divorce wouldn’t be easy. In a world where women rarely initiated it against men, even if his heart was wandering, he probably wouldn’t let go without a fight. And Mother-in-law was his first wife, to boot.
“You’re serious? Once I divorce, there’s no going back. This means you have to take responsibility for me, no question.”
“I steeled myself for that the moment I came inside Mother-in-law’s pussy.”
“…Do you think you can convince Jua? I’m scared she’ll get hurt.”
Her biggest worry seemed to be Jua noona. In that case…
“Let’s make the plan more airtight.”
“More airtight…?”
“It’s all for Jua noona’s sake.”
To make sure Jua noona accepted Mother-in-law as my woman without getting shocked. We’d need some staging.
Marenchino Freejack headquarters, designer studio.
“Found you.”
That dreamlike memory from that day. She’d wanted to track him down somehow. But whether he wasn’t popular yet, or the news hadn’t reached overseas… Joanna couldn’t find her muse.
The designs he’d inspired had been perfectly validated by the company. To the point where she wondered if she’d really drawn them herself—and everyone else thought the same.
The problem came after.
Recognition was recognition, but…
‘He still pops into my head. To find inspiration, I need that guy after all.’
Designers had a duty to keep churning out new work. But staring at a blank page left her mind feeling empty. She tried recalling that day’s memories, but no spark came.
Too late, she regretted letting her muse slip away so pointlessly.
‘Stupid me. Should’ve at least gotten his number.’
With no choice, she’d scoured everywhere for him. And finally, Joanna had found her muse.
“A rookie group, of all things. No wonder I couldn’t track them down.”
If they’d debuted as just another rookie group, it would’ve taken even longer. But thanks to his group hitting the Billboard Global charts, she’d cut the search time short.
“Gotta get in touch somehow… but no way to do it.”
Proposing a photoshoot to a rookie idol wasn’t exactly feasible.
“Maybe give it a shot anyway?”
With his visuals, she could probably sell it to the company folks.
“Tons of photos. Lucky.”
The shots of him on camera captured enough of the real-life impact. Though seeing him in person would be even more stunning, of course.
“He’ll look perfect in this season’s clothes too.”
Since she’d made them with him as muse, they’d fit like a glove. Checking the other members’ faces, they were average or better—not quite on his level, but solid.
Having schemed a way to meet Jin Haesol, Joanna smiled meaningfully. If her plan went off without a hitch, it’d be a massive break for a rookie group. Then, when she reunited with her muse, she could play a little hard to get.
“Too good to be stuck in a small country. Nail this, and pushing him hard wouldn’t be bad at all, right?”
If Jin Haesol blew up at Freejack, he’d have reason to stay in her country longer for work. Naturally, he’d become her ongoing muse. No more of this stifled feeling.
He’d bring her all sorts of inspiration. Haesol gets fame, she gets creativity. A perfect plan that benefited them both, she thought.
Unexpected news came from Manager-noona.
“You boys are in for something big.”
“Huh?”
“Something big??”
“What’s the problem?”
After crashing at Jua noona’s place for a day, I’d thrown myself back into group activities with the members. It was peak university festival season, so we got called everywhere. Luckily, I’d stockpiled stamina beforehand and put it to good use.
‘If I hadn’t banked that stamina, I’d have been screwed. Who knew they’d run us this hard? We’re not machines…’
We spent more than half of every 24 hours on the road. Meals? Straight in the car, of course. Our rates were higher than most rookies’ but lower than big-name male idols’, which fueled the insane schedule.
Even I thought our group was a great value. Decent fame, solid skills, reasonable price. Perfect for college fests. Or maybe Honey Enter’s male idols at this rate were only available now, as rookies. The company had no qualms sending us out.
So when she said “something big,” a chill ran down my spine unbidden.
‘No way they’re gonna grind us even harder, right?’
Right on the verge of despair, Manager-noona spoke up.
“You know Freejack?”
“Freejack?”
“Uh… I know it!”
“Me too. Finding someone who doesn’t know Freejack would be harder.”
Someone here doesn’t know. What’s Freejack? Total noob over here.
“They made an offer to our members. July issue photoshoot.”
The luxury brands I knew were all Earth stuff like PrdaX, ShX, ErXX. Not knowing this world’s meant zilch emotional reaction to a Freejack proposal.
But.
“Whoa!!! Insane!”
“How’d Freejack even know about us?”
The members were different. They were jumping around, thrilled out of their minds.
“That was a mystery to us too. Not the company’s doing. We asked them, and apparently a Freejack designer spotted you during that overseas reality shoot.”
“Back then?”
“So we’ve got a muse now?”
“That’s what they said. Crazy, right? I always thought something special was up from your debut, but this is beyond even the company’s plans. The CEO was over the moon when she heard.”
“Eek! Embarrassing!”
“Ehehe.”
“If we shoot super cool there, fans’ll love it, right?”
“Should practice poses?”
“Can’t you snag some Freejack shoots for us? Wanna study their models!”
The members crowded around Manager-noona, buzzing with excitement and questions.
Meanwhile, I replayed her words in my head.
‘Reality shoot… Joanna?’
Back then, I’d been lost in the afterglow of our steamy night, and she’d been consumed sketching nonstop. Plus, we both knew long-term was off the table—different countries and all.
‘No separate contact either.’
She’d been so wrapped up preserving the inspiration from our fuck session—burning the midnight oil till she collapsed and passed out cold. I couldn’t stay away from the dorm long either, so we’d parted pretty vaguely, as I recalled.
‘Wearing the clothes she made then? She was hot, whipping those designs out.’
I didn’t have her number. And no confirmation she was the Freejack designer.
‘Better keep quiet for now.’
No need to stir up company drama over it.
“Everyone seems thrilled. Good.”
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
“When’s the shoot? Overseas?”
“Details once the contract’s set and it’s official.”
“Yesss!!!!”
Manager-noona left, and the members huddled up, chattering away. Mostly about incoming solo gigs.
“Whoa, huge. Was getting pissed turning down solos for endless fests. Finally a big one.”
“That mud fest was the worst. Forced to cake ourselves in mud for pics.”
“Skin was great the next day, though.”
The idol life they’d fantasized about clashed hard with reality. They’d pictured college fests for “festivals,” but nope—mud fests, rose fests, chili pepper girl fests, you name it.
“Four-hour drive for a ten-minute set? Total letdown.”
“Stage was tiny too. Couldn’t even dance properly.”
“But seeing fans come all that way? Tears.”
“They were all Haesol fans, though?”
“Who cares? They’re our fans.”
Fans were starting to split—some members getting buzz, others not. Jeki led Airplane’s attention, thanks to pre-debut fame and existing fans. No one could top that yet.
But I was hot on his heels.
My spotlight? Looks. Fans were bugging the company to push me into acting.
‘Acting’s my weak spot, though.’
With skills unupgraded, the company wasn’t risking it. Popularity rose steady without forcing it—no need to flop and take heat.