Forum Frenzy and the Downstairs Threesome
Just as BOZ's promo team predicted, the communities exploded. Refresh the page, and it updated nonstop—the whole world was flooded with Shine Candy clips.
It was all because of Han Jimin. Dolpan fans never missed a single speck in their faves' videos, especially if it involved pretty girls or handsome guys. And Han Jimin, even shot from afar, oozed devastating charm. They slapped on obvious mosaics to pull aggro, but his aura shone right through.
Most dolpan eyes locked on the composer at the video's tail end, but...
Shine Candy rode the wave, slowly gaining fans. Sure, it screamed "shill ad," but the composer penned the title track—and he wasn't just hot; he was unreal. The vibe was shifting.
A few days later, the second video dropped.
Every community flipped again.
"Picks up from part 1."
Kim Jina, a diehard Foxy stan, stumbled on the promo post while scrolling communities. Home from work, she finally caught the second ad vid late.
Communities are losing it, she thought. Every app check was Shine Candy spam. Normally, rival fans would've swarmed to shut it down, but they were glued too. Classic community unity over a hot guy.
"What's this about?"
Part 1 ended with the composer chatting up Shine Candy—clearly building chem around him to hook fans. Part 2 flowed the same.
When his mosaic faded naturally, Jina swallowed hard without thinking. His face defied reality. A guy like that entering showbiz? She'd switch allegiances in a heartbeat.
Then the dance trainer appeared, teasing Blush choreo. But question marks piled in Jina's head.
"Not bad, but..."
His aura screamed through the screen. Still, reactions hinted the content felt light.
But then...
"By the way, weren't you a trainee too, Composer-nim?"
The trainer's voice turns to the guy watching from afar.
"...Yeah. Short stint, though."
The hottie composer replies.
"So you've got some vocal and dance training... What do you say?"
"Pardon?"
"Wanna dance?"
"Hngh!"
Jina clapped a hand over her mouth. A guy with that face and build dancing? No wonder folks praised BOZ. Whoever the trainer was, they had killer instincts.
"...I'll give it a quick try."
His rhythmic dance kicks off—lines so fluid, you wondered why he never debuted. Better than the diligently practicing Shine Candy girls, even.
Jina reached for the screen wordlessly, like a devotee craving a god's warmth through Jimin's fingertips.
Thus, Jimin—captor of Jina and countless dolpans—headed to his upstairs neighbors' invite.
Whoa, what the...
Chaeyeon, back from work, gulped at the man in her home. Her wife had mentioned inviting an apartment acquaintance from downstairs—newly met. She'd shrugged it off; weekends were chill, neighbors bond sometimes.
But a guy? And...
"Are you an actor?"
"Nah, just a regular dude."
"Regular? For real? Agencies must be blind. No wonder dramas and variety suck lately."
His celebrity aura hit hard. First time seeing a guy this stunning.
"You really..."
Hye-ryeong, embarrassed, shoved Chaeyeon toward the bedroom.
"Food's prepping—go wash up quick."
She slammed the door, shook her head, and approached Jimin.
"Ugh, such a lightweight."
"She's cute, though."
He pulled approaching Hye-ryeong into an embrace, claiming her perky tits like his own. He whispered in her ear.
"Hot enough to fuck."
He'd glimpsed her face on Hye-ryeong's phone—pretty enough, and in person, even more. Reversed world or not, same-sex couples stuck to their kind. Both Hye-ryeong and Chaeyeon were beauties.
"Ahng...!"
Lifting her tee, he nibbled her hardening nipples with his front teeth. Her body arched back. Her moans alone made him want to pound her senseless, but Chaeyeon was there. Crank up the volume.
Full thrust? The house would shake. Good thing apartments soundproofed well—no complaints yet.
Chaeyeon emerged fresh in a deep V-neck tee and dolphin pants—comfy homewear he loved. Perfect world.
"How'd you meet my Hye-ryeong?"
"Ah, you're the composer."
"BOZ? Oh! Jessica's agency, right? I was her huge fan back in the day."
Dinner buzzed. Chaeyeon fired questions nonstop. Nothing to hide, so he played along.
Mid-flow, she fetched something from the fridge. A glowing green bottle—soju.
Chaeyeon eyed Hye-ryeong slyly.
"Mm."
It looked pitiful. Even reversed-world wife-wife couples had the "wife" leashed.
"One shot..."
"Sigh, drink up."
"Yes!"
Chaeyeon prepped glasses fast. Chat flowed—one shot, laughing another. One bottle to two, two to three.
And finally...
"Hoo..."
Face flushed, Chaeyeon blinked slow.
"Told you to pace... Get to bed."
"Ahw... Sorry. Invited you and I mess up."
Chaeyeon smacked her lips regretfully.
"No worries. We can do this again."
She nodded, rising—drunk caution kicking in, straight to the bedroom.
Hye-ryeong followed, soon emerging with the door shut.
"Asleep?"
"Yeah. She was in a great mood today. Weak with booze, but chugged."
"'Cause I'm a guy?"
"Probably. Back in school, she chased dudes harder than me. None available, though."
Men too scarce. Most built harems. Women, not blind or picky, paired off instead.
"Perfect. I like her anyway."
Horny as hell—great timing.
"...Gonna pounce for real?"
"Yep."
He stood, freeing his cock. Hye-ryeong dropped to her knees like she'd waited.
Her tongue worked his throbbing shaft.
"To fuck sis freely, gotta loop in the wife too. She seems..."
Glancing at the bedroom, he gripped her head, thrusting deep. His rigid cock poked her cheek; her tongue coiled instantly.
"Easy to snag?"
Anyone not clueless would've clocked his interest mid-chat. Their eyes met plenty—Chaeyeon's gaze screamed more than "guest."
"You invited me to fuck your wife, right?"
"...No clue it'd go this far. You're such a perv."
Sucking greedily, Hye-ryeong spun, dropping her panties.
"Aaaang!"
Slamming into her soaked pussy, her back bowed like a bow, unleashing a piercing scream. Loud enough for the bedroom—but she didn't care if caught. True nympho, hitting the gym to burn off urges.
"Hrngt! Yes! Aaah!!!"
Doggy-pounded hard, she squirted like a faucet nonstop.
He unloaded thick inside her, then pulled out.
"Hahk, hahk. Hahk, hahk..."
Hye-ryeong gazed up, eyes brimming love. He wanted to knock her out orgasm-style like porn or hentai... Tougher than thought. Cock was prime, but his technique fell short for that peak send-off.
Needed more experience or skills.
Better open the IP Shop soon.
Then he'd easily make Hye-ryeong and others black out blissfully.
His buffs boosted stamina—no post-fuck crash. Weekend tomorrow. Plan: ravage the couple all night.
"Come in later."
Nude and prone, Hye-ryeong nodded. He opened the bedroom door.
Chaeyeon sprawled oblivious, unaware her partner had been fucked silly.