The Rookie Composer is Too Handsome
"Hngh…."
A heavy fullness filling her below drew out an involuntary moan. A clear signal that his desire for her burned fiercely. Thanks to that, Oh Minseo naturally arched her waist upward.
"Ahh… yes. Ungh… thrust harder."
Twenty years since debuting as a solo singer. Over that long stretch in the entertainment industry, she'd met and parted with many men.
A society where men were noticeably scarce. But Oh Minseo had never lacked for them. A legendary singer whose influence had arguably led the global K-pop wave. She was an object of envy and admiration for many, with popularity to match. The problem was, none of them had lasted long. There simply hadn't been a man who could satisfy her eyes.
In recent years, not even one had made her heart race. Well, there had been one.
A BOZ trainee so devastatingly handsome she'd thought she'd never meet anyone like him in her lifetime.
'But….'
He was too young. Far too young. She was barely into her early thirties, and the age gap was over a full zodiac cycle. Sure, if a man dated someone that much younger, it was just a joke about how popular he must be. But the reverse? Social suicide. No matter how accomplished you were, society wouldn't stand for it.
Hell, even if a chaebol heir or Nobel laureate emerged representing Korea, having a boyfriend that much younger would drown them in hate comments.
So she'd given up. She wanted to get close, but she couldn't. It felt like losing even a casual connection would hurt more.
Just looking at him recharged her energy. She'd flirt occasionally, rationalizing it as a woman's instinct to bask in a handsome man's attention. Jimin never seemed to mind much.
[Jimin-ah…! Jimin-ah! Unnie! Unnie's going…!]
Still, uncontrollable instinct led to filthy fantasies about him every night. But she separated dreams from reality. Unlike a mere trainee, she had too much social status to lose.
And yet….
"Hrgh!"
The trainee who'd nailed Shine Candy's first recording—no, now a full-fledged composer—was shaking his hips behind her.
"Eut! Ah! Aah…!"
Oh Minseo bit her lower lip hard at Jimin's rough movements. Every time that thick shaft pushed in, her hands clenched and her ass tightened. Breath caught in her throat, mind fogging over. But she focused, rolling her eyes around.
It was a familiar sight.
'My bedroom…? We definitely drank….'
She vaguely remembered heading out. After sending the Shine Candy girls home, she'd thought she needed a manager… called in a substitute, and someone had supported her into the car.
'That was probably Jimin.'
And they'd come home together… but then the film cut out. No memory.
'Did I make the first move…?'
Oh Minseo's face twisted. She'd been feeling extra lonely lately. Struggling to cool her heated body. And the guy she'd been crushing on showed up at her place? Must've pounced on him in her drunken haze, leading to this.
"Kkut! Ungh…!"
Pleasure surged from below, but her mind was a mess. It was what she'd wanted, but thinking ahead choked her.
Then, "Hrut…!" Han Jimin slammed down with his full weight.
"Ah, aaaah!"
His cock plunged even deeper, her mouth falling open on its own. Did handsome guys always come with huge dicks too? At thirty-six with plenty of experience, this packed fullness was a first. Even her nightly companion, Scarlett D, didn't compare.
To the bewildered Oh Minseo, Jimin said, "You're awake, right?"
"Uh, uhh?"
"I saw you looking at me earlier."
As he spoke, he pushed his cock in a bit deeper. With her pussy clenching around him amid ragged breaths, she nodded like she was entranced.
"Ah, ungh……."
A moan leaked from her sealed lips. But anxiety filled her face. Having naturally encountered stories of dating violence and rape online, Jimin could guess what this reversed-world woman was thinking.
Of course, he had no intention of exploiting weaknesses.
'Considering her past achievements and fame, she's a powerhouse.'
If this were a game, Oh Minseo was a named character—supporting cast at least. Like Xu Huang or Zhang Yi in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
So, win her favor, don't blackmail. He'd threaten enemies, but she was the type to melt at his words. Her affinity stats made it obvious.
'Older, but pretty. No big deal.'
Didn't matter. Plus, his real-world age had been close to hers before crossing over.
"Explanations later. Squeeze tighter for me."
He grabbed her waist lightly, lifting it, and smacked her ass.
"…Huh?"
Like a cat, she slyly raised her hips.
"Uh…! Ungh! Ah! Ah!!"
Stroking her smooth back, he thrust deep again, drawing out moans.
"Whew, way better than before."
Drunk and limp, she hadn't clenched enough earlier. Now in doggy, her pussy gripped his cock tight. He swung his hips wide, then shallow-thrust three times deep, three shallow.
"Ah, aaah…! Yes! T-tight, so good…!"
Low, guttural moans erupted each time, beastly gurgles that revved him up. Pounding fiercely, "Ngh, ungh! Th-there…! Aah, ah!!!" Her body shuddered hard, waist starting to buckle.
He hadn't cum yet.
"Jimin, aaak…! Aaaah!"
"Hold out a bit longer!"
Propping her waist with a pillow, he pistoned rhythmically. Her nonstop wails turned to choking gasps. Then her pussy clamped like it was milking him. She'd gone over.
But he was just hitting his peak.
"Kkuut…! Kkuk!"
Wrapping his arms around her, slamming down—her body collapsed, cock slipping out.
"Ah, fuck."
He was so close… A curse slipped out.
"Waist up!"
Smacking her ass in frustration, she raised it again. Thrusting and shaking, when she buckled, smack and force it open. Plak! Thwack! After pounding a while, orgasm built slowly. Cock rock-hard, but booze delayed the release. Anyway, using her body hard, finally….
"Ughrut…!"
He flooded her insides with thick semen.
"Whew…."
Dumping it all in drained him. Sex was definitely a workout. Sweating buckets like this, it'd be weird if he didn't lose weight. Lying on the bed, the woman who'd been groaning moments ago snuggled in, whispering.
"…W-was it good?"
She glanced away shyly, despite asking. But her eyes held subtle expectation.
"Dunno."
"…N-not good?"
"Nah, but I've only had you once."
"Uh, uhh?"
Her flustered face buried in his chest with a giggle. She hadn't expected that.
"Then… wanna meet like this again? N-not dating or anything. Just…."
Music to his ears. That'd make Kim Nayun, Jeong Hye-ryeong, and now Oh Minseo—three fuckbuddies. Reversed world perks? Easier than lying down for rice cakes.
'Plus the face helps….'
Set the mood right, and they spread their legs. Add a killer body, no woman's unconquerable. Face at skill-boosted level 99, body not quite—time to hit the gym soon.
"Anytime Director calls."
"…You can call me unnie. Oh, that feels weird?"
Age gap or not, no issue. Pretty? She's unnie.
"Then unnie when it's just us, Minseo-unnie."
"……."
Gulp. Her heart raced at the younger man's word; she buried her face, unmoving. Stroking her hair, her voice came.
"You were so shy as a trainee… Cursing too. Surprised me."
"Mm… I'm an adult now."
"Right. An adult… so you could slide into me."
Her hand toyed with his cock. She'd been near passing out earlier… but recovering.
"Oh? It's getting hard."
"Anyone would if you keep that up."
She licked it after a while, so he fucked her again. Thirties stamina? Insatiable.
"Hahk. Hahk, hahk…."
"……Too sleepy now."
"Yeah? Sleep then. Didn't I use up too much energy on unnie today?"
"……."
She wanted more, but booze sapped him. He gave up. Once IP Shop opened and he grabbed stamina skills… revenge time. Not tonight.
* * *
Shine Candy spent the next week in a frenzy, no time to breathe. Not music shows or events—practicing their new track Blush.
Jimin's producing had yielded a solid song, but they couldn't fully nail it, so re-recording was decided.
"It's a shame. I feel like we can do better…."
All thanks to Oh Minseo. Not a solo call.
"The song's… pretty good, right?"
"Why not release with more polish? More practice time?"
"Sounds good? Tight prep from now, out next month maybe…."
"Who's debuting next month?"
"No big names. Icon's out, but end of its run by then."
The song's quality shifted internal opinions toward a full project. After meetings, company committed to launching Shine Candy properly.
"Alright! Everyone up!"
"…Yes."
Shine Candy suffered alone. Intensive practice on weak spots. Choreo team assigned—elite dancers who'd crafted for flagship Foxy and Eighty, drilling them Spartan-style.
"Haaah…. Composer-nim's not coming?"
"Huh? No."
"Song's got vibe… No check on choreo?"
"He left choreo to us. Everyone rested? Stand up!"
Nayun hadn't seen Jimin in over a week, glued to the practice room. Fresh to men's taste, it killed her, but her dream was on the line—she practiced like her life depended on it.
His occasional texts kept her going. A song from him. Had to succeed.
While Shine Candy prepped, BOZ promo team geared up to draw eyes.
"Good bait for attention without aggro?"
"Ask Foxy or Eighty for sister-group help?"
"Nah. Fame gap too big. Leeching image from start."
"No hot auditions lately…."
"Girls practicing hard? Tease practice vids?"
"…Too cliché? Something fresh?"
Stale ideas. Team lead's vein throbbed when the month-old intern raised a hand.
"Speak, intern."
"Shine Candy practice vid."
"Sigh, cliché like that—!"
"Featuring Composer Han Jimin?"
"…Huh?"
Team lead's brain spun. One handsome guy explodes male idols. Han Jimin? Visuals crushed every Korean boy group. Legend: when trainee Jimin quit, execs including CEO Cha Serin and Director Oh Minseo clung to his pant leg.
Fan aggro guaranteed.
"Right? Blush by him too?"
Perfect for promo vid.
"Heard he produced great. Slip those clips in…."
"Mm."
Just add fuel—the fire would roar. Ripples to Shine Candy and Blush.