Ecstatic Conquest and the Sweet Dreams OST
"Wh-who...?!"
Realizing it wasn't a dildo but a real cock, Jiyeon lets out a panicked voice, but...
"Ah, aaaah! Aaaah! Ungh! Eeeek!"
She soon drops to her knees from the intense pleasure. With her body already burning hot, the sensation of being penetrated must be indescribably overwhelming.
"Eek! Ah! Aaah...! Ahng!"
She's even unable to move. Nayun has her head gripped tight, and Yunji, who had been wetting her pussy with her tongue and fingers just moments ago...
"Ah, aaang! Ah...! Th-there...!"
...is now grabbing her heaving breasts and sucking on them noisily.
Watching the scene makes the cock buried inside Jiyeon harden even more. The C-rank stamina bought with a massive IP expenditure in that insane impulse purchase from the IP Shop.
"Stop...! Stop! Ah! Aaaah! Stop it! Please...! Ah! Fuck...! Fuuuuck!!!"
To test its effects, he pounds her ass relentlessly. Then, grabbing her arm from behind and yanking her back, he thrusts his cock deep enough to pierce her womb.
"Aaaah—! Eeeeeek—!!!"
A beastly scream like a war cry echoes through the room. Her back arches as if about to snap, and like a fish impaled on a spear, Jiyeon's body flops wildly. Drool spills from her mouth, her tongue lolling out—a raw display of her melting into orgasmic bliss.
When he releases her limp arm, Jiyeon's body collapses forward, trembling uncontrollably.
"...Wow. She's totally gone."
Nayun, watching Jiyeon crumble right in front of her, lets out an admiring sigh. Having experienced it herself a few times, she can almost feel the pleasure Jiyeon is drowning in, her own body reacting in sympathy.
Yunji waves her hand in front of the collapsed Jiyeon's face, then turns to Nayun. "Is that what 'gone' looks like? Orgasm?"
"Pretty much, yeah?"
"...Wow. What the hell does it feel like to make a face like that?"
"Hmm, like flying through the sky?"
"You've felt it too?"
"A few times?"
At Nayun's casual reply, Yunji blinks at her friend. How many times has she done it? Yunji herself had her first experience with Jimin just a few hours ago. It felt amazing then, but she couldn't even imagine whatever this was.
The ever-trained Jiyeon unnie had screamed and cursed like a total madwoman. What does it feel like?
Yunji's gaze shifts to Jimin. His rock-hard muscles catch her eye first, sharp and defined. A powerful masculine scent wafts from his sweat-slicked body. Just looking makes her cheeks flush and her pussy wet. And when his eyes meet hers, Yunji finds herself crawling toward him without thinking.
She wants to experience that orgasm too.
* * *
Kim Nayun, leader and main vocal of Shine Candy. The first exploration of the Shine Candy dorm, tailored to her naughty scheme, started with drinks and ended in sex.
"One wife, two concubines, huh..."
A playful title, but he'd somehow acquired three wives. Principal wife Kim Nayun. And Yunji and Oh Jiyeon, who eagerly took the concubine roles.
"I thought it'd be tougher..."
His self-radiating, insanely handsome looks and the gender-reversed world did the heavy lifting. Yunji, already smitten with him, fell the moment Nayun set the stage. And Jiyeon, who he'd figured would be the hard nut to crack...
"Ugh! Ack! Ack! Aaack! Ack!"
...surrendered to his cock. She was clueless at first, so he pounded her a few more times until she nodded like a fiend. As proof, he tried deep-throating, but she failed. Plenty of masturbation experience, apparently, but not that depraved yet.
Anyway, his heart raced thinking about the fun awaiting at the BOZ office. He could sample all the Shine Candy members one by one.
But...
"No time to even see their faces."
After the orgiastic frenzy at the dorm, spotting Shine Candy became rarer than a star in broad daylight.
Countless programs and events awaited them.
Of course, their busyness was no bad thing for him. No—quite the opposite.
Shine Candy successfully performed Blush, delivering a fantastic show. Fan satisfaction: ♥♥♥♥♥
5 IP gained.
IP increased just from sitting idle. A message that hadn't appeared when they performed Blush online. It seemed like a system where idols influenced by him earned IP through performances or concerts. Or maybe variety shows. He couldn't pinpoint the exact criteria, but it looked that way. Unseeable in entertainment management playthroughs, so pure speculation.
"Talk about lucky."
Fucking Jiyeon, then making Nayun and Yunji cry out while flexing his alpha prowess—pure bliss until then. But like any man, post-nut clarity hit, and he cursed his dick-driven IQ for blowing IP.
Regaining it this way was a godsend. Though refilling the 5000 IP would take who-knows-how-long.
"Time to kick off the next phase..."
He needed to write a few more songs for Shine Candy first. Their debut single bombed hard, so they were stuck performing only Blush.
He'd already discussed a mini-album with Oh Minseo. Full album would take too long, so drop a quick mini before their hype cooled. And she dumped the heavy responsibility on him.
Obvious outcome. He made Blush. Plus, the promo video branded him Shine Candy's "girl-crushing genius producer." A key reason for their surge.
Hand it to another producer? That'd sabotage their momentum.
"Gotta nail down the concept first."
Ideas flooded his mind.
"Time to lock myself in the composing room soon."
A bit childish, but a concept to make the girls' charms explode. Matching songs would take some head-scratching.
No worries, though. True to his "genius composer" moniker, he had S-rank skills.
* * *
The romance drama already drawing massive buzz. PD Hong Haneul of Sweet Dreams sighs in relief at the news articles.
Mid-production, one actress nearly derailed everything, but Lunatic's Ember filled in quick. Reshoots wrapped days ago.
"At least it's wrapped."
The veteran head writer, who's churned out dramas galore, sounds relieved. Drama production's never easy, but...
This one was hell.
"PD..."
"Now the real work starts."
Editing footage, adding music and sound, color correction—weeks of grind.
"What about that actress?"
"Who? Park Minji?"
Hong Haneul grimaces, recalling the one who caused a scandal big enough for headlines and got dropped.
"She'll lay low a year or two, then bounce back."
"Faster than expected?"
"Wasn't a death sentence."
Hitting a club? Fine at her age—shake that ass, dance it up. Problem: grabbing a guy's cock instead of just shaking. Escalated to a brawl.
"If you're grabbing, pick a real man."
Men are scarce, but male instincts endure. Young, hot body? Plenty could smash and date. Park Minji was actress bait for drooling dudes.
Issue: the girl wall around guys. At the club, she fought his bodyguard babe—and yanked hair first. The rest? Predictable.
"Anyway, it's done. A year's hiatus might teach her."
Bigger headache: editing. Specifically, music. Needed tracks that amplified romance without drowning dialogue, evoking that emotional pull.
Originally, BOZ and Foxy's Ria—Foxy's main vocal/rapper, loved for her killer proportions and unique looks—handled lyrics/composition. BOZ's team was legendary.
But the results? Meh.
"Not great, right?"
"Yeah. Lacks... punch."
The head writer, after endless loops, sounds disappointed. Hong PD agrees. OSTs must deepen actor emotions, triggering scene flashbacks for viewers.
BOZ's track needed heavy tweaks. Feedback flew back and forth, but still off.
"How many rounds now?"
"Fourth."
"...In-house?"
The writer probes hopefully. "Tried big-name composers."
"And?"
"All passed. Too busy. Can't half-ass it."
Sweet Dreams: NBC's big winter bet. Needed 20%+ ratings. OST crucial.
"Can't just wait, though?"
"Hit up every contact and team I know. Pray one bites."
BOZ's a bust. Sorry to Ria, who poured her soul in, but no spark.
"Need some heartfelt track grabbing girls' hearts..."
As Hong PD sighs over OSTs, BOZ's composing team and Foxy stew in gloom. Poring over picky feedback, no final approval in sight. Rumors swirled of NBC shopping to new teams.
Their tracks got trashed.
"...What now?"
In the tense meeting room, maknae Harin whispers to her sister beside her.
"We're screwed."
"Even with new tracks?"
"We've been revising nonstop."
Outside, Shine Candy's triumph buzzed; inside, suffocating silence.
Then: "Let's remake it."
The glasses-wearing woman stands, declaring. BOZ exclusive composer Choi Nahee, hitmaker extraordinaire.
A few twitch to protest, but she cuts in: "Give it to composer Han Jimin."
"Han Jimin?"
"The Blush guy?"
One song, but it rocketed Shine Candy up girl group tiers. Blush's 3-week Carrot Chart domination screamed talent.
"Anyone wanna rearrange for Hong PD?"
Silence.
"Think Han Jimin'll take it? Not even in-house."
"I'll grab him by the pants if I have to."
Nahee had no magic fix. But familiarity from past collab? Her best shot.
Thus, Sweet Dreams OST temporarily landed with Jimin.