Into My Bias's Dream
I could hear the steady thump of the bass—boom, boom, boom.
In front of the mirror, a blue-haired girl was bouncing her body in perfect sync with the beat.
I lounged deep into the sofa, watching her every move.
Whoa! Holy shit. This is straight-up 4K live fancam quality!
I wanted to wave a lightstick and scream my lungs out, but I couldn’t.
I’m a producer now.
The legendary first-place winner from that audition show I’d only ever seen on screen.
Choi Harin, leader of Luminix.
That slim, cinched waist peeking out beneath her tight white crop top!
The way her sky-blue hair fluttered every time she changed moves!
From the fluid snap of her hips to the delicate detail in her fingertips—everything was flawless.
Even with the eyes of a ten-year veteran who’d spent his days glued to monitors replaying fancams, it was an awe-inspiring performance.
Damn… how are her legs that long? Is she even human?
I barely stopped myself from drooling.
—Click!
The music ended.
A single bead of sweat rolled from the tip of Harin’s chin as she held her final ending pose.
She swept her messy hair back with one hand and trotted over to me.
“Haa…”
That signature bright smile I’d seen a thousand times in gifs.
“Producer-nim! What did you think? This is the choreography for our debut track—I came up with the formations myself!”
Her eyes sparkled with pure expectation.
Uh… fuck. What do I do?
I’d spent years dropping comments like “Our Harin’s hip game is insane!” while watching fancams. I’d never once given actual professional dance feedback in my life!
Formations? Choreography? How the hell am I supposed to know about that!
I had to come up with something that sounded convincing.
If I fumbled here, it was only a matter of time before I got branded as the parachute producer who didn’t know shit.
As I scrambled for ideas, my eyes landed on the system window floating above Harin’s head.
Wait. Her Expression is noticeably lower than the rest of her stats?
For an audition show winner, that Expression rank was unusually low. So was her Mental stat.
“Ahem.”
I dropped my voice a register, trying to sound as professional as possible.
“The dance itself is perfect. Technically, there’s nothing to criticize.”
“Oh, really? Thank you!”
“However.”
Harin tensed up immediately at my tone.
“It’s too stiff.”
“…Stiff?”
“Yeah. Not your body—your facial expressions and overall vibe. Every single movement is packed with so much tension, like you’re carrying a heavy burden. Is it because of the leader position?”
Even after saying it, cold sweat trickled down my back.
Did I go too far? Should I have just given empty compliments?
But Harin’s reaction was strange.
“…Producer-nim.”
“What? Was my feedback wrong?”
“No, it’s not that…”
Harin lowered her head.
“It’s just… you pinpointed the exact thing I’ve been struggling with the most.”
Huh? It actually worked?
“After winning the audition… I kept thinking that if I made even one mistake, the whole group would collapse… Every time I stood in front of the cameras, I couldn’t breathe properly, so my expressions never came out right. I ended up just dancing like a robot, following the choreography exactly as I memorized it…”
Her voice trembled.
In the online communities, she was always known as the bright, unburdened Bluebird.
But behind that image, the weight of being leader had been crushing her from the inside, burning her black.
“If you know the problem, you can fix it. And I’ll make sure you do.”
“You will… Producer-nim?”
“That’s right. It’s why I’m here.”
I gave her shoulder a light pat.
Her small, rigid shoulders seemed to relax just a little.
“Don’t push yourself today. Go back to the dorm and get some proper rest. Starting tomorrow, it’s hell training.”
“Yes! Thank you, Producer-nim!”
Harin bowed deeply at the waist.
I let out a sigh of relief as I watched her gather her things and leave the practice room.
Whew, I survived. This status window is seriously OP.
It was around midnight.
A luxurious penthouse in Cheongdam-dong.
“This is insane…”
I stood dazed in the middle of the living room.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of the Han River sparkled below.
Just a few days ago I’d been living in a half-basement single room, slurping the broth from cup ramen…
I really might have to sell my soul to the CEO.
I shrugged off my outer clothes and headed for the master bedroom.
I threw myself onto a bed that was as big as my old studio apartment.
The premium comforter wrapped around me like a cloud.
“This is literally heaven.”
As I tossed and turned, something suddenly occurred to me. I waved my hand through the air.
—Ding!
Name: Yujiho
Occupation: Executive Producer (YJ Entertainment)
Unique Ability: Fluid Exchange Buff
That was the same information I’d seen earlier through Lee Hana.
What caught my eye was the new tab glowing faintly underneath.
Acquired Skill: Lord of the Night (Lv.1)
A skill? I’m not a wizard, what the hell is this?
Curious, I tapped the text. A detailed description unfolded.
Lord of the Night (Lv.1)
- Connects to the target’s subconscious and engages in physical intimacy.
- All experiences directly influence the target’s real-world stat growth.
My mouth slowly fell open as I read the description.
“This is completely…”
A total cheat skill, wasn’t it?
It let me slip into a sleeping target’s subconscious and do whatever I wanted to them?
And since it all happened inside a dream, there was no risk of getting caught in reality. I could safely and reliably exchange bodily fluids without any danger.
What would happen when they woke up the next morning?
Who cared? No matter how vivid the sensations were, a dream was still a dream.
When the girls woke up, they’d just think, I had an incredibly realistic and dirty dream about the new producer.
A wicked smile spread across my face as I leaned back against the pillow.
Hell training starts tomorrow, right?
There was no need to think twice about the first target.
The expression on Harin’s face I’d seen earlier that day.
That rigid tension that refused to loosen, and her Expression stat stuck at B-rank.
“Yeah. A blocked meridian needs to be cleared as fast as possible.”
I closed my eyes and pictured the blue-haired girl in my mind.
Activating Lord of the Night.
Synchronizing with target Choi Harin’s subconscious.
My consciousness was sucked down into a deep abyss.
When I opened my eyes, an endless, empty stage filled my vision.
Everything around me was pitch black. Only a single pin spotlight illuminated the center of the space.
Someone was crouching beneath that light.
—You dictator! The kids can’t even breathe because of you!
—You ruined everything!
Harin sat collapsed on the floor, both hands clamped tightly over her ears, trembling violently.
The bright girl I’d seen during the day was nowhere to be found.
All that remained was a fragile girl tormented by malicious comments.
I slowly walked into the circle of light.
—Tap. Tap.
At the sound of my footsteps, Harin slowly lifted her head.
Her face was a mess of tears.
“Producer… nim…?”
She staggered to her feet and immediately collapsed into my arms.
Both arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
“Haa… haa… Producer-nim, this is a dream, right? I’m really struggling so much…”
Harin already recognized this space perfectly as the escape she had created—her own dream.
That fact actually lowered her guard toward me.
I gently gripped her chin and lifted it.
“Breathe.”
I met her tear-filled eyes.
“Since this is a dream, put down all your burdens. Just do exactly as I say.”
The moment I gave the command, I pulled her into my embrace.
“Hng…!”
Harin’s body shook in surprise.
“Relax. Your expression is still stiff.”
“Ah… hng… Producer-nim, this feels weird…”
She rubbed her face against my chest, letting out rough breaths.
Without hesitation, I slipped my hand under the crop top she was wearing.
I slid up her smooth stomach, palm gliding over the sweat-dampened area around her ribs.
“Use your diaphragm. When your body tenses up, the choreography gets stiff too.”
“Haaang! Ah, ah… there…”
Harin wrapped both arms around my neck and clung to me.
“Huu… hng… Producer-nim, touch me more… please touch me more…”
She twisted her body first, pressing herself against my hand.
I wrapped my arms firmly around her waist and covered her lips with mine.
“Mmph, mmm…!”
On the empty stage inside the dream.
The only sounds filling the space were the wet noises of their saliva mixing and their heavy breathing.
The next morning.
YJ Entertainment Headquarters, first-floor lobby.
“Ah, I feel refreshed.”
I stood waiting for the elevator with an iced Americano in one hand.
There wasn’t the slightest trace of fatigue after using the skill and waking up. On the contrary, my mind felt clearer than if I’d slept for ten hours.
—Ding.
The elevator doors opened.
Inside were four girls in training clothes, apparently finished with early morning practice.
“Uh…”
The first person my eyes met was the sky-blue-haired girl standing in the back—Choi Harin.
“Hic…!”
The moment she saw my face, Harin jolted upright.
Her face flushed bright red like a tomato. She couldn’t meet my eyes and fidgeted restlessly.
I could even see her legs shaking.
She probably ruined her panties the second she woke up.
A vivid image of the embarrassing morning Harin must have experienced flashed through my mind.
Having such a vulgar dream about the new producer.
“Unnie, what’s wrong? Do you know him?”
The girl with the ponytail standing beside Harin tilted her head.
A bright, friendly-looking beauty. Kim Eunha, main dancer of Luminix.
At Eunha’s voice, Harin flinched and stammered.
“Ah, say hello! This is the new Executive Producer who will be in charge of our group starting today…! I met him yesterday while I was practicing.”
At those words, the other three girls’ gazes all snapped toward me at once.