A Genius Melody for a Forbidden Touch
Does she sing better than me? '...I really want to touch them.' It's an unrealistically perfect figure. Her body is slim enough, but with breasts that size, they stand out even more. Maybe that's why? Combined with her age, Choi Nahee exudes an insane mature allure. She gives off the vibe that she'd accept anything, no matter what.
Come to think of it, I recall Jessica—no, Executive Director Oh Minseo kneading Producer Choi Nahee's breasts like dough. Someday, I'll do the same....
"...Staring like that so intensely makes even me embarrassed, you know?"
"Huh?! S-Sorry!"
My face flushes red on its own. What a slip-up. I must've been staring way too openly without realizing it. If this weren't a reversed world, I'd be reported for sexual harassment without question.
Was I too flustered? Trying to lighten the mood, Choi Nahee flashes a playful smile, laced with a hint of provocation.
"It's fine. They're not gonna wear out from being looked at. And having a young, handsome guy like you check me out? I like it."
She beams at me, grinning ear to ear. The problem is, her attitude has my little buddy reacting.
'I wanna give it a try...'
I'm torn on how to proceed. I check Choi Nahee's affinity for me.
It's neither high nor low. From my experience, though, you need at least around 70 for casual skinship. This falls way short.
Then, her earlier words pop into my head.
"So, how many of these OSTs do I need to handle?"
"Just the male lead dragon and Seo Yerin themes. For the main theme, there's something in progress, and it's not bad."
"Got a summary of the drama story? And the main character setups?"
"Right here."
She pulls out the papers like she was waiting for me to ask. It's a two-page A4 summary. Must be because a pro writer put effort into it—even the synopsis looks engaging. I can't grasp every detail from this alone, but I get a solid feel for the vibe of the tracks I need to create.
Still...
"Feels like you're dumping everything on me?"
Making songs on the fly isn't easy.
"Please."
She grins shamelessly and takes it in stride. Feels like we've talked more here than during all the Shine Candy producing sessions combined. I thought she was gloomy, but maybe I misjudged her. Must be her burning desire to nail these OSTs.
So, I muster my courage.
"You said you'd grant anything if I helped, right?"
"Yeah. Need a studio? Just tell me. I'll clear access to any company room."
"Then let me touch your breasts."
Not my brain—my dick's calling the shots.
Clack! The ballpoint pen slips from her hand. Her eyes widen at me.
"Wh-what?!"
Her voice cracks from sheer shock. Yeah, my words hit like a bomb. No filter since my brain bypassed it.
But I can't act awkward now. That'd make things weird and push us apart.
"So..."
I open the system window and head straight to the Composition Room.
"Let's whip something up."
I down an energy drink and start on the OSTs. Sweet Dream is a classic romance drama. High school first love, rekindled as adults. I need emotional melodies capturing the thrill of reunion and budding love.
Normally, I'd fret over the vocalist, but...
I know no male singers.
"Worst case, I'll sing it myself."
I compose based on my own vocal range and style. Melody flows smooth like water, but I spike the chorus with high notes for uplift. That'll hit viewers harder emotionally.
"Their reunited love might fail..."
I weave in that anxiety too.
"Gotta make it good. Or else..."
No touching those breasts. Brain hijacked by dick, I crank it out.
A
"Huh?"
Too focused? Better than expected.
A few tweaks later...
S
"Whoa?"
Rating jumps big. Might as well add lyrics and arrange. Overflowing Emotion, Flashy Rhetoric, Language Master, Emotional Storm—all skills deployed.
Drums, bass, synths, custom beats. Done with all tracks...
SS
"What the fuck? Seriously?"
Best tracks I've ever made.
"Is this the power of a dick-driven male?"
Back to reality, Choi Nahee stares at me, flustered.
"Wh-what...?"
"Anyway... these work, right?"
"Huh?"
She gulps and nods. Suddenly, Jimin—who'd spouted that wild line—sits at the piano in the corner. Her eyes catch it.
'Did I hear that right?'
What was it? Let him touch my breasts?
"..."
When was the last time a guy made that demand? No, was that too much of a joke?
Her mind races as Jimin's fingers hover over the keys. Then they dance, and the melody begins.
"Oh?"
A few notes sketch a canvas. But the sketch is flawlessly perfect—no fixes needed.
"..."
The studio air shifts. Choi Nahee's gaze on Jimin's back turns dead serious. The melody builds, layer by layer. Pro Tools fills up in sync.
'Composing on the spot?'
She's seeing him recreate from memory what I made in the Composition Room. To her, it's like a composing god descended.
And... the face of a man thrilled by reuniting with his first love materializes.
"...Insane."
She knows Jimin's a talented composer. But this? As the song nears completion, her jaw won't close. How was this guy buried in obscurity? Genius doesn't cut it. God-given talent.
'Would anyone believe me?'
No—they'd call her crazy, drooling over a hot guy.
As the track wraps, she swallows her turmoil and asks urgently.
"Can I... listen once?"
"Sure, go ahead."
He steps aside. She sits, dons headphones, closes her eyes, and dives in.
'She's shocked. Obviously.'
Time stops in the Composition Room, so to her, I whipped this up from the synopsis alone. As a label rep pro composer, it hits harder.
Awe spreads across her face as she listens, eyes sparkling.
'Didn't expect this level myself.'
It's a grade above the current #1 Carrot Chart hit, Blush. Perfect OST fit.
Watching her back...
I remember why I slaved in the Composition Room.
So...
"Ah?!"
I naturally reach from behind and grab her breasts. Her body jolts—she didn't see it coming.
"You said you'd grant my wish for helping with the OST, right?"
"..."
"I'm gonna touch your tits."
But as I playfully knead more aggressively, she stays put. Sure, she mutters, "We shouldn't..." in weak protest.
Like hell that works. Why else did I suffer in there? For these tits.
"Mmm..."
I grope freely over her clothes—hands full, spilling soft. They jiggle with my touch, yet firm enough to spring back.
Song ends, but she doesn't stop me or remove the headset. Emboldened, I slip under her tank top.
"Hngh...! W-Wait a sec..."
Finally, both hands claim the soft mounds I'd craved. Thirties? The bounce defies her age.
Makes me wanna slide my dick between them.
'With Nahee, it'd be prime...'
Top BOZ producer, handful of influence. If she turns like Oh Minseo, she's an army. The thrill of her devoting body and soul? Electric.
Ah, just novel stuff. Haven't done it myself.
'Or have I...?'
Nayun's face flashes. Yeah, she did—smitten, offering everything.
"Hng... mm."
My touch turns blatant. Beyond squeezing, I roll her nipples, teasing her body. Clear intent: devour her.
"Ah, aaah..."
Choi Nahee can't refuse the bold hands. We shouldn't—age gap and all. But tasting his genius talent ignited her. Plus, a young stud groping her...
Too tempting to reject. Soon, his tongue licks her nape. She responds, hot breaths, arms wrapping his neck.
She checks the door.
'No schedule today.'
No one barges into her studio. Everyone knows she hates interruptions.
After long kneading, Jimin speaks.
"Take off the top."
"...Huh?"
"Wanna try something."
Some big-tit fantasy? Out of nowhere, but she obeys, turning shyly to strip tee and bra.
Turning back...
"......"
Her body freezes like a statue. Jimin's massive cock stands erect before her eyes.