God's Atlantis

Pobitz took the stage.

The atmosphere was dark, yet the lights made it dazzling. Where Pink Love's set had been sexy in a decadent, heavy way, Pobitz's stage felt lighter. Pink Love had tried to overwhelm the audience; Pobitz drew every eye to the members themselves.

A low, sticky intro rolled out — not unpleasant, just quiet enough that the music barely announced itself. The new song was called Spotlight, and true to the name, ceiling lights swept across the stage, catching each Pobitz member one by one.

Their costumes were black dresses that called to mind fallen fairies. The exposure was less than expected, yet the fabric somehow traced every line of their bodies and held the eye with a quiet, magnetic pull.

Whew. Good thing Etwol actually listened to a few of the Lilith Entertainment staff. We almost ended up with the worst costumes in history.

At the very least, he had stopped them from gluing fairy wings to the backs of the dresses the way they had for Date.

Pobitz launched into the song and the choreography together.

The song drove itself into the brain. Its addictiveness matched their debut track Date — if anything, it was stronger.

It's not just sexy. There's charisma. Girl-crush energy, maybe?

Sexy concepts were a double-edged sword. Push too far and sexy tipped into vulgar. There was nothing vulgar about Pobitz right now. They were artists, and they owned the stage through pure performance.

I couldn't look away. Just watching them was enough to feel overwhelmed.

"…Incredible. This is on a completely different level from rehearsal. Pink Love doesn't even compare…"

Samara's admiration reached my ears. I didn't answer. I wanted to stay locked on the women on stage, and the idea that Pobitz would crush Pink Love was so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠obvious it wasn't worth a reply.

The set ended. Out of pure reflex I checked Pobitz's popularity numbers.

Second place.

The spot that had belonged to Pink Love now belonged to Pobitz.

I let the corner of my mouth curl up.

"Samara. Next stage is in an hour, right?"

"Exactly one hour and twenty-two minutes — the final stage of the night. This week's Music Kingdom number one is Pobitz's Date, after all."

"Handle the stage check with the main PD. Report to the company, and keep an eye on the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Pobitz fans in the audience."

I dumped nearly everything on Samara. She nodded without a single complaint.

"Yes. Understood."

The Pobitz members filed into the waiting room.

A few performances had made them comfortable enough that they drank water and snacked from the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠table, shaking off the high of the stage. Even so, some of that heat still clung to them.

"Producer. How was our stage?"

Mi-ryeong ran at me with a smile. I caught her on reflex — and froze. She was soaked through with sweat.

"What the hell? Why are you this wet? Was the stage that hard?"

"Unlike Date, Spotlight has a lot of high-difficulty choreography. And practice and the real thing are completely different in terms of tension, you know?"

Elena, lounging on the sofa, pulled a wine glass from her subspace and grumbled.

"This dress is a problem too. It looks good, but the fabric doesn't breathe at all. Even with good stamina, sweating is inevitable."

She took a quick swallow of wine, then lifted one corner of her mouth in a sharp little smile, as if the burn had hit just right.

"Ugh, it's so hot! I can't take it!"

Mi-ryeong, still in my arms, shouted — and stripped the costume off in one motion. Left in nothing but panties and a bra, she grinned like the air itself was a relief. I swallowed hard.

"Mi-ryeong. This is the waiting room. You can't do that."

"I put up a barrier with my magic, so it's fine. No one gets in without my permission. And even if they did… Elena unnie is right here. So stop saying things you don't mean."

She pointed one hand straight at my crotch. My cock had already gone hard the moment I held her. Couldn't help it. Lately we'd been so busy I hadn't had much sex with any of them.

"Yuria unnie, we've got a lot of time until the next stage, right?"

"Yes. Roughly an hour of leeway."

"So an hour of free rein. Might as well get rid of these annoying things too."

Mi-ryeong peeled off the rest of her underwear and threw both arms up in a cheer. Her fox ears and tails shot up with them. Her full breasts swayed; the pale undersides of her arms were smooth. Between her legs she was completely bare — not a single hair — and the tight pink slit looked almost cute.

"Hah. A fox in heat. Your intentions could not be more obvious."

Elena clicked her tongue. Mi-ryeong didn't spare her a glance.

"Yes, yes. A fox in heat."

She reached for me. Those white, delicate hands started stripping my clothes. I let her, pretending I had no choice.

One hour.

One hour of playing with them. Not hard. Managing an artist's stress was part of a manager's job.

"Producer… I'm hot too. May I take mine off?"

"For the next hour, do whatever you want."

"Then…"

Yuria stripped without hesitation, underwear and all, until she was bare. Her body was as clean as ever. The silver hair between her legs had been trimmed into a neat heart — she was still faithfully following the order I'd given her last time.

Yuria moved in behind me.

Mi-ryeong in front, Yuria at my back. Soft hands, full breasts, and their sweet body-scent closed in from both sides. My cock was hard to the limit, already leaking precum.

Clack.

Elena set her wine glass on the table and stood. A faint flush colored her face as she undressed, as if she still felt eyes on her — then she revealed her body with calm composure. Her chest was full, but her proportions read as slim. Elena was the type who looked incredible naked.

Like Mi-ryeong, she was bare between the legs. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Where Elena's pussy had a sharp, clean look, Mi-ryeong's was a little plumper, her clit a touch larger.

"Elena unnie's joining us too?"

"…You are not the only ones stressed out by this ridiculous idol work."

"You could just say you want it. Whatever. Producer's cock can handle three of us no problem. Twenty minutes each, assuming Seo-hyeon unnie sits this one out."

Every gaze swung to Ju Seo-hyeon. She flinched and took an involuntary step back.

"Seo-hyeon unnie, you're not joining?"

"I'm fi—"

I cut her off before she finished.

"Ju Seo-hyeon. Everyone else is in and you're the only one sitting out? You're Pobitz. Same team."

"…Fine. I'll do it."

She clicked her tongue and stripped. The nipples at the tips of her swaying breasts were already stiff. The black hair between her legs was thick and wild — the most of anyone in the group.

Naked, they closed in. Beautiful women surrounded me on every side.

"Mwah… mmwah… mm…"

Yuria, standing behind me, kissed the back of my neck. Elena and Ju Seo-hyeon each took one of my nipples into their mouths. Elena wore a faint smile and toyed with hers, nipping playfully; Ju Seo-hyeon sucked in earnest, fighting to hide how worked up she was.

Mi-ryeong, who had moved first and claimed the best spot, crouched on the floor and laid my cock across her small face until it nearly covered her. She pressed her nose to it and sniffed.

"Haa…. Seobang-nim's cock smell…. Just breathing it in makes my pussy tremble. Ah — I'm already wet…"

Was she really?

I wanted to see the state of Mi-ryeong's pussy.

There's a skill for moments like this.

I activated Heavenly Eye. One of its best features was the ability to shift viewpoint — third-person from the ceiling, the scene behind my back, and the pussy of the fox girl crouching at my feet.

It was twitching. And yes, she was wet. A single drop of arousal was slowly sliding from her entrance toward the floor.

"Haa… haa…"

Lick.

Mi-ryeong's tongue ran over my cock. The taste made her whole body shudder; then she wrapped both arms around my legs and started licking in earnest — the shaft, the underside, rolling her tongue over my balls. She couldn't hold back any longer. She opened wide and took me into her mouth.

"Slurp… haah… Seobang-nim's cock…"

A smile tugged at my lips.

Every one of them wanted me. As a man, it didn't get better than this.

"Master… mm…"

From behind, Yuria nipped my earlobe, then sucked on it with soft lips. The wet sound alone was filthy — pure ASMR — and the feel of her breasts against my back was overwhelming. She kept shifting, rubbing them slowly along my spine.

Staying still would have been fine, but Elena and Ju Seo-hyeon were still on my nipples, looking unsatisfied. I reached down.

"Nngh."

"Hik…"

Both of them jerked. My hands had covered their pussies. I stroked them slowly. The sensations in each palm were completely different — Elena's smooth and clinging, Ju Seo-hyeon's rough and wrapping. The hair made the difference.

Neither was better or worse. Each had its own charm.

Squelch. Squish.

My fingers worked into them. Elena was tight, and she didn't produce much wetness. Ju Seo-hyeon was dripping; she wasn't as narrow as Elena, but her inner walls kept writhing without rest.

"Haang… ah… hnn…"

Ju Seo-hyeon pursed her lips and breathed out hard. Her eyes had gone unfocused. The legs that had been standing straight were starting to bow, barely holding her up.

I hadn't even been at her long and she was already on the edge. Two days without sex must have left her pent up — but falling apart in under a minute? That was a pretty pathetic pussy.

"Hnn… Yujin…. Are you going to settle for fingers?"

Elena buried her face against my chest and panted.

"I want your cock in me too…"

I looked down. Mi-ryeong was bobbing her head like mad, sucking me with abandon. She felt my gaze and pulled off with a wet pop as the vacuum broke. My cock was coated in her saliva, thick and slick — no lotion needed.

"Fox. Finish up and move. Fifteen minutes each."

"I wanted to suck a little longer… but fine. Here, Seobang-nim."

Mi-ryeong turned her ass toward me, grabbed both cheeks, and spread them as wide as they would go. Her wet pussy and cute little hole twitched in invitation.

Perfect height. All I had to do was thrust.

Her fox tails swayed with anticipation. I took the hand that had been on Elena and clamped down hard on one of those white tails.

"Kyaang! Th-that's too hard — tails are sensitive, so be a little gen— hyaaaaang!"

Slap!

I drove my hips forward. My cock punched straight through Mi-ryeong's pussy and slammed against her cervix. I started pistoning, hammering that entrance again and again.

"Ang! Hnnn… ang! Seobang-nim! A little slower… heeung!"