Unlocking Bom's Hidden Desires
Let's head straight there—my studio. Thanks to the booze, Cheon Bom started bringing up some weird topics.
"Mr. Lee Sejin, do you naturally run hot?"
"Hot?"
"I felt it last time too, but there's this intense heat radiating from your body."
I'd never heard anything like that before. Had I been sweating buckets and fumbling around every time we met?
"It's even stronger right now."
That was odd. I wasn't sweating at all at the moment.
"Er... that's a first for me, haha."
"Probably. It's just something I sense. Like a sixth sense?"
"......."
Of course, stuff that made me want to complain, 'What the hell is that supposed to mean, you artist?'
"I've worked with a lot of managers and producers, and surprisingly, most of them suck at dating. Know why?"
"Uh... no time?"
"Nope. Their standards are too high. They hang around idols, celebrities, actresses all day..."
"Ah, got it."
"So you need to lower yours too, Mr. Lee Sejin. Otherwise, you'll stay single like this forever?"
"What, haha, hahaha..."
"I'm dead serious. The Queens are visually perfect, right? Sticking with them must have your standards sky-high. Girls like that, most guys never even get a glimpse in a lifetime..."
For me right now, even that hit uncomfortably close to home. Her rambling widened into a full barrage—subtly naughty topics, privacy invasions, unnecessary meddling...
Smart people always lose it when they drink and start spewing nonsense.
'Whew... this is getting tough.'
Listening wasn't the real issue. I could just sip along, nod, and chime in. The problem was me.
Something was blatantly wrong with my body. My erection wouldn't go down, and every glance at Cheon Bom conjured images of her naked. When she spoke, my eyes drifted to her lips, imagining a kiss. And when her leg accidentally brushed mine, her thighs and those black stockings flashed in my mind, making my cock twitch.
'Come on, brain, cut the crap.'
Every time instinct surged wildly, I poured all my willpower into my brain to hold it back. My head throbbed each time, but somehow I suppressed my urges.
Still, reining myself in over and over was pure torment. Best to wrap up the chat and bail ASAP.
"If you're not compatible with someone, dating's just pain..."
"Ms. Cheon Bom, how about we circle back to the concept?"
Sorry, but I forcibly cut off her pointless chatter.
"Ah... that..."
Cheon Bom's face flickered with reluctance for the first time—raw emotion breaking through. Booze had loosened her up enough to show it.
"You think we need to rework the concept? Or was my proposal lacking on the sexy angle...?"
"Yeah, exactly."
Her expression brightened, like she'd been waiting for me to say it.
"We need more details on the sexy concept. I don't get what you mean by sexy."
"Well, I showed you examples... Hmm, let me explain more..."
"Not examples. I need your raw, unfiltered take."
"My take...?"
"Yes. You're the one shaping the concept, so your original feelings matter most. But they weren't in your proposal."
So that's why I'd nitpicked earlier.
"My feelings..."
"Nothing complicated. Simple question: What do you find sexy?"
"Hmm..."
I nearly scanned her body again but held back, racking my brain. My girls... what made them sexy? Sure, killer bodies, but deeper than that...
"Craving love... that feels like the essence of sexy."
Maybe the alcohol, maybe focus— an unexpected conclusion hit me.
"Craving?"
"Yeah. A great body takes insane effort, right? Genetics help, but diets and workouts grind your bones to dust. So a sexy figure is basically the result of honing yourself in hopes someone will love what they see."
"Ho."
Cheon Bom pursed her lips, intrigued.
"A sexy performance too—on a big scale, singing and dancing are pleas for someone to notice you. They started as courtship rituals, after all."
"Makes sense. Animals use song and dance for mating too."
"Exactly. So sexy is craving love."
"I see..."
She nodded with a strange look.
"That's... fresh. Caught me off guard."
"Too weird?"
"No, it's good. I like it—a bit."
"Glad to hear. So then..."
Perfect, conversation over. Tell her to run with it, then bounce...
"Let's go—my studio."
"Sure, let's."
"Gotta capture this vibe now. Better head there and work immediately."
"Fighting!"
"Why say it like it's someone else's problem?"
"You're not dragging me along, right?"
"I am?"
What?
"Why would I go for your composing...?"
"What if we lose this feeling? You'd have to explain it again."
With that, she stood.
"Get up."
This wasn't what I wanted.
"Hmm..."
Actually, thinking it over, it was fine. Inspiration striking meant a title track soon. For the girls' sake, I'd help her crank it out quick.
'Can I hold out a bit longer?'
My head ached, but still within endurance limits. A little more strain? Sure. Watch her finish, then bolt.
Cheon Bom's mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
'I showed way too much of my dumb side... And why'd I order drinks, you idiot!'
She'd blabbered weird stuff from her inferiority complex while drinking. Embarrassing.
Tried tripping up Lee Sejin with questions, but got a surprisingly insightful answer. She was impressed. That idea sparked her vision; inspiration fired her up.
Then it hit: the core idea had to be hers. Anxiety crept in. Needed to finish the song fast.
'I'll make it perfect...!'
Shame and excitement mixed as she dragged Lee Sejin to her studio.
"Sit wherever's comfy."
She flicked on the lights and dove straight into her seat.
"What should I...?"
"Just sit. I'll call if needed."
And be amazed when it's done. With that resolve, she locked in fast.
I was a bit impressed watching her zone in so quick. She seemed like a weirdo—drunk now too—but work mode flipped her vibe entirely. Pros are pros.
'Damn, that ass though.'
She didn't sit. Leaned over the desk, scribbling notes and tweaking MIDI software standing up. Gave me a full view of her lower half.
Ass thrust my way, legs stretched long... That absolute territory from following her earlier? Even wider now, sexy as hell.
'Rubbing between those thighs would feel amazing.'
Imagining her clamping my cock between those thighs and grinding—boom, instant throb. Those black stockings stained white? Hot.
'Or just take her from behind...'
Position was perfect. Hike up the skirt, slam in. Grab that long ponytail like a handle and pound away.
'Neck's pretty too.'
My gaze shifted from hair to her nape. When she straightened up, that slender neckline showed. Haeun's was long and pretty, but Bom's was finer...
'Fuck!'
I snapped out of it, yanking my eyes away. Getting this horny from her working? What the hell was wrong with me?
Come to think of it, in the back seat on the way here, I'd ogled her thigh the whole ride, fantasies raging.
'Gotta look away.'
To control myself, I shifted my gaze. Stood and moved farther off for distance.
'Might as well snoop around the studio.'
It felt pristine, almost obsessively clean. High-end interior, bookshelf with only composition books. No frivolous decor anywhere.
'Fits the cold queen vibe.'
But she was a hassle and a weirdo deep down—maybe the room hid that too? To suppress lust, I channeled curiosity, inspecting every corner.
Then I spotted something out of place.
'That... an ear?'
In a corner behind the bookshelf, fluffy like a teddy bear's ear poked out.
'Heh, cute.'
She had a soft side after all. Hiding a teddy behind books to match her icy image? Adorable that she'd stash it away.
'She's messed up my night, so maybe tease her with it.'
Fair payback(?) and a mood-changer. Quietly, I reached behind the shelf and tugged the bear.
It was wedged tight, wouldn't budge.
'Pull harder.'
Carefully adding force—still stuck. I glanced at Bom, then eased the shelf forward.
Creak.
Then—unexpected. The shelf slid sideways on its own!
The bear tumbled out with a thud.
Seeing it fully, I muttered without thinking.
"What the..."
It wasn't a normal teddy. The bear itself was ordinary—but its "outfit" sure wasn't.
"Strings?"
The bear was bound in straps, posed like that classic "turtle shell bondage" tie.
What the hell?
"Wha—no..."
Panicking, I looked away—and saw worse.
Whips, handcuffs, leashes, ball gags... The space behind the shelf brimmed with sinister, intimate toys.
"...You saw."
"Gah!"
Her voice from behind made me jump. Cheon Bom glared, right on me.
"Rifling through my studio..."
"No, I—uh, wasn't trying to, I mean..."
As I stammered, she switched faces, pointing behind me.
"What's that?"
"Huh, what?"
I turned—
Clank!
My arms yanked, cold metal snapped shut. Sinister sound echoing.