A Subtly Good Smell
After finishing the second round, we lay there together as Shin Soye gently stroked my sleeping head.
"......."
After quietly petting me for a while, Soye whispered softly.
"A little bit is fine. As long as your feelings for me don't change...."
Like casting a spell, she murmured into my ear. Looking down at my face as she repeated the words, Soye smiled to herself.
"Heehee."
Soye caressed my cheek once more, continuing to gaze at me.
"As long as your heart doesn't change...."
She kept murmuring it, staring at me for a long time. Her eyes brimmed with love for me, but in one corner, there was something indefinable.
She stroked my face like that for a while longer, then lay down beside me and closed her eyes.
"Thank you. We'll prepare our best and give it everything we've got."
"Yeah, do well. You've gotta seize opportunities when they come."
Inside the Da'o Entertainment office, the idol department head patted my shoulder before heading out.
Right on cue, Shin Soye entered the office.
"The chief came here? What's up?"
"We got a performance gig. Cute concept, not sexy."
"Whoa, really?"
Soye beamed, thrilled at my words.
"Yeah, it's a regional event, but it'll air on regular broadcast too, and the company will probably push it on YouTube live."
"Whoa... doing live like that would be almost..."
"Our first time, right."
If we nailed this performance, The Queens would have more stages ahead—shifting from just the sexy route to a proper idol path.
"Sejin-ah...."
Soye knew how hard I'd worked lately for this chance. Solidifying their cute concept, promoting it relentlessly, convincing everyone....
So she felt this success wasn't just for The Queens, but a personal win for me too.
"This is awesome!"
Not just for us, but for you too.
Her heart swelled with that thought, making her want to hug me right there—but...
"W-work... is piling up...?"
...another person in the office stopped her.
"Yeah, Minji."
"Uwaaaang...."
"No sulking. We've gotta hustle when the tide comes in."
"B-but performances... are so haaard...."
Park Minji was a natural klutz with no rhythm. She hated exercise from the start, and dance lessons were her personal hell. Plus, she was a trained slob—loving nothing more than holing up alone, ignoring people, glued to her games. For her, stage performances were pure torture.
"Practice and you'll get it. You've done great so far."
"Th-that's... 'cause we drilled just one thing over and over...."
"Drill the new ones the same way."
"Hweeeeng."
Whining like a baby, Minji suddenly lit up with a half-baked idea from her simplistic brain.
"H-how about... no games, oppa...? Monster Slayer... Monslay expansion... Moonbreak... just came out...."
Since I'd always played along with her before, she'd figure I'd cave again. Then she'd slyly ease my workload—a childish, naive plot.
"No."
Of course, it didn't land.
"Cut back on games. Pump iron till the next show. Time's short, so prep thoroughly. You've been slacking since that last recording—gotta shape up... Hold on."
I scanned Minji's body with a sudden realization. But her baggy T-shirt hid everything.
"Soyeon-noona, has Minji gained weight?"
"Hmm~ Probably? Not sure."
"Feel her out."
"Got it."
"Hweeng? Haaang... Uh, unnie...."
"Tch, no weird noises."
At my request, Soye mercilessly groped Minji's body—sides, belly, arms, thighs. Each rough touch drew strange sounds from her.
"Ung, aaang, haaang... Un-unnie... Aang...."
Moaning with every prod across her over-100cm idol bust...
God, that's insanely hot.
I kept that thought hidden, of course.
"Yeah, she's gained."
"How much?"
"Dunno. Stage outfits won't fit."
"Ha... Been so focused on Haeun lately, I neglected checking Minji. My bad."
"Not all your fault. She manages herself. Minji, didn't Kim Su-hyeok tell you to cut back last time?"
"Th-that... I don't remember...."
Kim Su-hyeok, that bastard—what's he up to these days?
The question flickered, but Minji was priority. With the show days away, she needed a brutal diet. Extra weight meant rusty moves, so dance lessons too.
As if reading my resolve, Minji pitifully begged again.
"M-Monslay... new gear... to equip...."
"Wait, you have dark circles too. Not sleeping? What've you been doing at night?"
Minji hemmed and hawed, silent. No way she'd admit sinking hours into an ero-game every night till dawn.
"J-just... games...."
Not great at lying, she hid only the ero part and spilled the rest.
"What? All-nighters gaming? Sleep's key for skin care. Nope, games banned till the show's done. All of 'em."
With that, I snatched her game console.
"Aaaht...! Th-that... nooo... save...."
"I'll save it. Soyeon-noona, watch her dorm PC too. Change password... Nah, just yank the tower."
"O-oppaaa...."
"Minji-ya, just till the show's over. Okay?"
Soye smiled sweetly, patting her. But Minji just pouted miserably.
I'd been so fixated on Soye that I only realized later: during that month with no memories, I'd played games with Minji too. Testing her casually, she said we'd gamed together and I'd listened to her ramble. So post-hypnosis lift, I kept it up—gaming buddy, otaku sounding board, perfect oppa.
That's why the guy-shy Minji warmed up to me.
"Uweeeng...."
Good reactions and bad ones.
Dragging her back to the dorm and into her room, she whined like a refugee. Pleading to keep the PC since all-nighters were the issue—but no dice.
"Wait here."
She'd just get in the way, so I left her at the door and went in.
"What the..."
I was stunned. Clothes and junk everywhere—a textbook hikikomori otaku den. An idol lives here? Minji, you sure you're an idol?
Gotta clean this up.
Time to flex my one-room-and-manager-honed tidying skills. One sigh, then dive in.
"......."
Mid-clean, I noticed the room's scent—unique. Like cotton blankets and clothes mixed with formula and baby powder: fresh, powdery.
"......."
A subtly good smell. Diffuser? Where? I want one.
Snapping out of it, I kept cleaning. Then spotted a massive bra.
Minji's, right? Holy shit, huge.
H-cup, about 100cm—I'd heard. But seeing it? Size was absurd. My head might fit? Nah, overkill—but Haeun or Soye's surely would.
Wait, she said outfits felt tight last time. Maybe even bigger now?
Dwelling on it made the bra nagging.
"Hweeeeng...."
Whoa.
Her whines yanked me back. Shaking my head, I tossed all her undies in one corner and hauled out the PC tower.
"Minji, gathered your undies in the corner—laundry time. Got it?"
"Hing... PC...."
"Clean the room too."
"Hiiiing... PC~..."
Clinging like a goblin mourning lost treasure, stroking the tower. Her breasts subtly rubbed my crotch.
"Hey, no."
I peeled her off and headed out. She trailed, whining, pressing against me to paw the PC. Her chest grazed me everywhere.
Ha... damn.
Suppressing rising urges, I got in the car. PC up front, she piled into shotgun.
"When we go... at least... kiiing, one last... hug... snif...."
"Fine, fine."
She crushed the tower in an embrace. Five minutes later.
"Usimusume~! Pretty Battle!"
Sudden Japanese blared. She'd whipped out her phone for a game.
"Oh right. Phone confiscation too."
"Eh, eeeh? N-no! Log-in bonuses... gotta claim...!"
"I'll do it. Confiscated till further notice."
I ruthlessly took it. She wailed, clinging desperately.
"Oppa~ P-please... I'll reeeally work hard... just one...!"
"Hey, commit fully. Succeed on the diet, you get 'em back."
Her body wafted that room scent—powdery, addictive baby formula and powder. Natural for the owner, but fighting the urge to sniff was tough.
Ha, why's it so damn addictive and sniffable?