Surprise Event
Most of the preparations for the fixed party were done, but one problem still remained. Lamia had yet to clearly commit to joining.
Today, I summoned all three of them together in the dream.
I'd been with them in pairs before, but this was the first time all three of us were handling things at once like this.
Han Sul-ye still wore that unreadable expression of hers, and Lamia had the faintest hint of a smile playing at her lips. The only one looking even slightly uneasy was Lim Hana.
The moment I settled into place, the three of them approached as if it were the most natural thing in the world and began licking my cock. Crowding three heads in to work on it at once made for a tight fit no matter how you sliced it, but they still threw themselves into it with earnest, wholehearted effort.
I sat there receiving their service, locking eyes with each of them in turn, before I suddenly asked,
"Who should go first?"
The question itself must have caught them off guard, because all three of them went wide-eyed for a moment. Then Lamia abruptly took hold of Han Sul-ye's chest and shoulders and pushed her toward me — and Lim Hana, standing beside her, did the same, grabbing Sul-ye's chest and shoulders and shoving her my way.
"Huh? Me?"
Han Sul-ye's blank expression flickered into mild fluster, but she didn't pull back or refuse. When I took her hand and sat her on my lap, she drew a short breath, then took hold of my cock herself and guided it into her folds.
"Hnn—"
My cock slid smoothly into flesh that had somehow already grown slick and wet. Han Sul-ye leaned slowly back and began to rock her hips up and down as if she were riding a horse.
Lamia and Lim Hana licked and sucked at Sul-ye's breasts, her sides, her back — automatic by now.
"Ah! Nnh! I-if you keep doing that—"
The other two's caresses must have been more stimulating than she'd expected. Han Sul-ye didn't last long before she came with a small climax and climbed down off me.
This time, Lamia climbed on top.
Watching her friend must have already gotten her thoroughly worked up — my cock sank into her pussy with almost no resistance at all.
"Ahhk!"
Whether it was payback for a moment ago or not, Han Sul-ye went straight for Lamia's clit while sucking on her breasts. When Lim Hana joined in as well, Lamia didn't last much longer either — she came with a small shudder and climbed off me.
Last was Lim Hana. Maybe because she'd been watching the other two, she worked her hips with a diligence that was nothing like her usual reserved self.
"Haa… haah…"
How long did she pant and gasp like that? She, too, eventually had to climb down again, body flushed and breath ragged from the other two's caresses.
Even after all three of them had reached at least a small climax, my cock was still standing proud and throbbing. This much was nothing but a tease — there was no helping it.
I got up from the sofa and moved us over to the bed.
It was a bed so enormous I didn't even know what size to call it — big enough for three or four people to lie down at once. All four of us climbed onto it.
The moment I settled in, Lamia and Lim Hana pushed Han Sul-ye forward again.
Han Sul-ye quietly turned around and sat back, presenting me with her sweat-beaded ass.
Of course I had no reason to refuse.
"Haugh!"
The moan that burst out of her on insertion was pitched higher than before. Having already come once, even lightly, had left her insides that much more sensitive.
I drove my cock in deep enough to feel like I was reaching her womb, and Han Sul-ye couldn't hold herself up — she collapsed forward with only her ass raised, burying her face in the sheets.
"Hiek! Haaugh! T-too hard. Hnngh! G-gently. Hnn! Hiek!"
When I pushed in hard, she kept getting shoved forward, pleading like that — so the two watching from the side each grabbed one of her hips and held her in place so she wouldn't be driven away by the force.
"Hiek! Haugh! I-it feels good. Haaunn!"
As pleasure rolled through her in little waves, Han Sul-ye buried her face in the pillow and let out cry after cry.
When I gripped her hips and started properly putting on the speed, Lim Hana and Lamia lay down beside her and began to masturbate, watching her tremble in fine shivers of pleasure.
I couldn't just watch them gasping and working their fingers, so I reached out and thrust my fingers into their already soaking-wet pussies — and cries spilled from their mouths too.
After finishing with all three of them like that, I was about to head back to the original dream where she was waiting — when Han Sul-ye, still panting shallowly from the successive climaxes, called me to a stop.
"W-wait a moment."
"…"
Wondering what it was, I looked at her. Han Sul-ye rose on unsteady legs, stood quietly in front of me, and said,
"I'd like to… make a recommendation."
At her words, the other two — still lost in the afterglow of their own climaxes — snapped back to attention with a start. Lamia wore a look of surely not, and Lim Hana was openly flustered.
So it was going to go this way after all.
I'd half expected Lim Hana might be the one to recommend me, but it seemed Han Sul-ye would be making the recommendation instead.
"Speak."
With my permission given, Han Sul-ye carefully spoke a name.
"Someone named Lim I-jin. She's a friend of mine."
At that, Lamia looked like she'd been jolted fully awake, while Lim Hana just seemed confused, as if she had no idea who that was.
I was in the same boat. Why was some random person's name coming up instead of mine?
It was starting to give me a headache, but I didn't let it show. I'd received a recommendation, so I decided to commit the name to memory.
"Lim I-jin. I'll remember it."
"Thank you!"
When I returned to the original dream, she was there to greet me — wearing what people commonly call a Dongtan missy look, a dress.
"Lucky you. Looks like you're about to pick up a new woman."
"You know that's not what this is."
"Wasn't it the more the merrier?"
"Well, yes, but—"
"Heh. So dishonest."
She laughed lightly, came over, and sat down in front of me.
"What a waste. I'll clean you up."
"Ah— thank you."
Kneeling, she took my cock — still coated in my semen and the mixed fluids of the three women I'd just been with — into her mouth and began a cleanup blowjob.
She sucked off every last bit of fluid clinging to the outside, and even milked out whatever semen remained in the urethra, before she finally rose to her feet.
"So. What are you going to do?"
I wiped the semen from the corner of her mouth with my fingers as I answered.
"If nothing else works, I guess I'll just go with the 'turns out I was a member all along' angle."
"Oho. So the day you start performing as yourself is drawing near, then."
"That's guaranteed, right? That I'll look like someone else to my own eyes, but appear as myself to everyone else."
"Don't worry. Though isn't that actually better for you? It's not your real appearance anyway."
"I'm sorry. I'm a person of ordinary sexual tastes."
"You? The group-sex enthusiast? Ordinary?"
"Hmph."
At any rate, the next day I finished lunch early and stepped out to have a brief talk with Lamia.
"I'll be direct. I'd like you to become a member of my fixed party, Lamia."
At my words, Lamia gave a bitter smile and spoke carefully.
"To be honest with you as well… I want to join."
"Is there some kind of problem? The agency, maybe?"
"No. It's not an agency issue."
"Then?"
Lamia took a sip of her coffee, then traced a finger along the rim of the cup as she spoke.
"You know I'm currently in an idol group, right?"
"Yes."
"That's what's giving me pause. If I join a fixed party, I'm worried I won't be able to do either one properly."
"Ah."
It would have been easy enough to just tell her to do both — but being an idol isn't something you can half-ass with a rough imitation. They have to pour everything they have into practice, same as anyone else.
"So that was the issue. I was half-wondering if the agency was holding something over you."
"It's nothing like that. Besides — you've met Sul-ye's parents, right? Even though Sul-ye never debuted herself, having a friend with that kind of backing means the little problems tend not to come up."
"Aha."
Fair enough. Even if it was a branch family, she was still part of a chaebol household. A mid-sized agency could be blown away with a single breath if they felt like it.
"This is tricky. It would've been simpler if it really had been an agency problem."
"Right? Because ultimately, the problem is me."
"How many members are there in total?"
"Four, including me."
"I guess all we can do is pray to the heavens. That the remaining three awaken too. Then you could just do Awakener work and idol work together, and that would be that."
"…"
For a split second, Lamia flinched.
Of course, all four members awakening at the same time was the kind of thing that almost never happened under ordinary circumstances.
But Lamia had a method. All she had to do was recommend them to me in the dream.
"Anyway, I understand. I was thinking of putting together a small get-together after work today to celebrate forming the fixed party — you can make it, right? We all know each other anyway."
"Yes. I'll be there."
"Then I'll see you later."
"Yes. Go on ahead."
As I got up and headed toward the support team, a thought struck me on a whim, and I pulled out my phone to run a search.
"Aha. So that's how it connects."
Name: Lim I-jin. Stage name: Jinny. A member of the four-person idol group Letters, same as Lamia.
So that was why Han Sul-ye had suddenly made that recommendation.
Human relationships really were more tangled than you'd think, once you looked under the surface.
The new-hire training period was nearly wrapped up, and the support team was buried under stat processing with barely a moment to breathe. I tore through one stack of materials after another in a daze, and before I knew it, quitting time had arrived.
"Nngh!"
I stretched both arms out and let out a long, luxurious yawn — and Deputy Kim, whose dark circles had honestly dropped all the way to his jawline, looked at me with pure envy.
"Good work today. Go on home."
"Are you pulling another late night, Deputy Kim?"
"Yeah. Pretty much."
"I'm sorry. If I didn't already have plans, I would've stayed to help."
"It's fine. I hear you're forming a fixed party. The instructor already told me. Congratulations."
"Thank you."
"Go on. Everyone'll be waiting."
"Yes. I'll head out first."
I said goodbye to Deputy Kim and headed downstairs, where Lim Hana was already waiting.
"Sorry I'm late."
"It's fine. I haven't been waiting long."
"That's a relief, then. Shall we go?"
"Yeah!"
We headed for the barbecue place we'd set as the meeting spot, and there we found Lamia and Han Sul-ye, just back from practical training.
"I don't know. This is so Seha."
"What is it this time?"
"When girls get together, don't they usually go somewhere a little nicer than a barbecue joint?"
"Oh — is that right? Should we change it even now?"
"No, it's fine. Places like that just make me self-conscious and I can't even eat properly."
Lamia laughed and chimed in at Lim Hana's words.
"Exactly. Forget eating well — I can't even digest."
"Agreed. Agreed."
And so the four of us — well, three women and me — chattered noisily as we headed down the alley toward the barbecue place, when suddenly a strange sensation snagged on my awareness.
A thick, clinging malice.
It wasn't directed at me. No — it was closer to an indiscriminate malice toward everything in the world.
I lifted my head and looked toward the direction the malice was pouring from. In that exact instant, something cracked with a sharp, shattering sound — and the scenery around us turned gray.
"A barrier?"
I heard Lim Hana cry out in shock as I cast my gaze toward a distant building rooftop where the malice was swirling.
Sure enough, from that point the world began to tear open, and something black started seeping out. No — the moment I registered it, a black storm was already raging in every direction.
I instinctively blocked as much of the surging black storm as I could. And then I could only stare, stunned, at the landscape that had unfolded before my eyes.
The vast city that had been bustling with people only moments before had, in an instant, been transformed into something that looked like the aftermath of a typhoon — a ruin.