Survival S Debut (1)
A few days had passed since I'd gone at it intensely with Ahyun.
Out of the blue, she sent me a music file.
"Is this from that time?"
She often sent me songs she'd composed, so it wasn't anything new. But this track was something else entirely. For starters, the genre was unique. All the music Ahyun had sent before was cute and upbeat idol stuff, but this one? Not even close.
Zzzzt— A small noise crackled through.
Doom, doom, doom, doom, tak—! Heavy drum beats slammed into my ears.
It was such an unexpected beat that my eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
Zeeeeng~! Zzzzing~~!!!
Doom, doom, doom, doom, tak—!
It was no lie that this track was born from the inspiration of our sex—it had this somewhere lewd, seductive vibe to the beats. 'This rhythm... no way, is it that?'
The exact tempo when I was thrusting my cock deep into Ahyun's pussy. As it built toward climax, the groove intensified, sending electric thrills through me. Explosive drum fills burst within.
'It's got some rough edges from machine production, sure. But it's the best track she's ever sent me.'
My head started bobbing on its own.
Dudumchit—! Dudumchit—!
My feet tapped the floor rhythmically, pounding away. The thick beats battered my ears without mercy.
Ahyun's sultry hip movements flashed in my mind. 'Never imagined Ahyun making something this sexy.'
'Aigoo, she's freaking out.'
She must've been super worried about my reaction. I chuckled, scrolling through the barrage of messages she'd fired off.
Usually, when Ahyun sent a track, I'd loop it a few times to analyze it properly. But this one? No need.
That day ended with Ahyun surrendering during sex and passing out like she'd fainted. Given how wild it was, a track this erotic made perfect sense.
Who knew my bunny-like Ahyun had talent for sexy tracks? It got me wondering if my sex really sparked her creativity like that.
It wasn't finished yet, but with a main melody this strong, the song was basically done. Thing is, Ahyun and I were biased—it screamed sex to us. Would outsiders feel the same? No clue.
'If we'd gone gentle, would it have been a ballad?'
I could picture Ahyun squealing at my message, and it cracked me up.
Ahyun whined that she still had a long way to go, but to me, she was just a late bloomer with massive talent. She'd made one killer track already—better ones were inevitable.
'Someday she'll write one I can sing.'
If one fuck yields a song like this, it's a steal. 'Though muse doesn't quite mean that...'
The word felt filthy now that it applied to me. 'Damn, the song's legit good. Keeps replaying in my head.'
That lewd beat looped endlessly. I was worried I'd pop a boner on the street. I shook my head vigorously to shake it off.
Listening pulled up memories of that day with Ahyun, and my body reacted naturally. 'Keeps coming back. Horny thoughts always ambush you.'
Even without the track playing, the beat hummed in my brain, making me hum along. This was the kind of song the masses would eat up.
I wasn't a composer, so I couldn't guarantee a smash hit. But I could cheer her on to keep grinding.
'No need to buy her items if she won't quit.'
No coins wasted on gear—she'd grow on her own. Too OP an item might stunt her talent anyway. She was progressing steadily.
"Airplane, you can head out now."
"Yeees~"
"Yep!"
"Ugh, I'm nervous."
I was at the broadcasting station with the members for a variety show shoot. Survival S—SSB's flagship, no doubt. Team up with six MCs, play survival games for points, and the top score wins prizes. The trophy was a gold Survival S emblem; not bad for dorm decor.
"Hello! We soar through the skies!"
""Airplane!""
We greeted the six MCs—five women and one token guy—and filming kicked off. They welcomed us Airplane boys with open arms. Tall, handsome idols? The women MCs showered us with explosive attention.
The lone guy MC, I Hwan, grumbled and bickered with them. "Drool's gonna drip, noona."
"Tsk— Busted?"
"Ewww~ You're all so hot. Visual bombs!"
"Thanks."
"Comeback smashed charts, right? Sing a bit?"
No promo time mid-games, so we hustled in the opening. We aced an a cappella of our new track, earning rave reviews. Kang Jun, our best vocalist, stepped up sans backing.
Clap clap clap clap clap!!!
"Whoa~!!!"
"Sings too well."
"These guys are flawless. Visuals aside, that live fan cam blew up. I was like, 'Live? Really?' But hearing it now? Totally live!"
All scripted lines. Visual flattery as appetizer, then pivot to skills via the fan cam to push our powerhouse image. Good for the show too—first exclusive reactions to the viral stage.
Any Wing or fan cam buzz-kid wouldn't skip this. "Yeah, live. Blew up outta nowhere—shocked us."
"Sounded better live than the track? Concert invite, please."
"Aish, look at this noona bawling. Cut it out! Nuisance!"
"Hey! Noona needs a man too!"
"Hahaha, thanks."
They buttered us up with banter. Then an ad-lib slipped in.
"Saw it! Prac pictorial! You were in it, right?"
"You saw that?"
"Took serious hunting. Whew~ All so fine. Made me a fan. Couldn't resist."
"Noona! That's why you're single—keep buying that stuff."
"Try celibate till my age! Instincts, man!"
I Hwan ribbed the pictorial-buying MC for laughs. She thumbs-upped despite the roast: eye candy well spent.
"Rare chance amid comeback prep—glad you liked it."
Our Prac July issue dropped while we prepped; stirred decent buzz. Special edition with rare Asian models, May Lin's cred, Joanna's designs—all praised. Not just us shining, but great global exposure.
"Team up and crush it today!"
Pre-games, MCs winked and signaled at faves—flirty "pick me" gags. Laughter flowed through the opening till team picks.
"Who's Airplane's leader?"
"Jeki hyung!"
"Step forward."
Ki Uyeon chirped brightly; Jeki advanced. Host Hong Eunjeong started rock-paper-scissors with him. Game to pick first, RPS to decide order.
"Rock!! Paper!!! Scissors!!"
"Rock!! Paper!!! Scissors!!"
They threw simultaneously.
"Yes!"
"Whoa! Hyung's the man!"
"Score!"
"Hey, you're not teammates."
"Oh shit, right."
Show rules: spread us out. Jeki's win sparked blind cheers—win = good, no nuance.
"Hyung!!! Not teammates!! Nooo!! Pick meee!!"
Ki Uyeon clung, sniffling. Jeki shut him down cold, picking top athlete MC Tae Huigyeong.
"Hahaha! Jeki knows talent."
"Snags the ace first."
Most games physical—Huigyeong, judo gold, was MC ace material.