Claiming Nahee and the Ballad of Rekindled Love
"Do I sing better than you?"
"Hngh! Ungh! Ungh!" Slap! His hips crash against her pelvis and ass. As his thick cock powerfully presses her womb, Choi Nahee's back arches straight.
"Ungh! Ahhngh! Ungh!" Choi Nahee felt like she was truly dying. The pleasure she'd never experienced before made her head and pussy explode in a frenzy. Waves of ecstasy she hadn't felt in ages crashed over her at once, wrecking her entire body.
And on top of that….
"You slut, you like it?"
"Y-yes… yes! Master…! I-I like it…!"
Her ten-years-younger master was even cursing at her. Her deeply buried masochistic tendencies surfaced bit by bit, dyeing her in pleasure once more.
Smack! Slap!
"-_-!"
Every time her ass was struck, a guttural whimper escaped Choi Nahee's lips. Yet she rolled her hips in sync with his movements. He yanked her hair like reins and pulled her into a kiss. She licked at his lips desperately, like a puppy seeking water.
"Ah, ahng…! Ngh! Eut…! M-Master…!"
"Squeeze tighter!"
"Y-yes…! But…! Ah! Aah…! I-I…! I can't hold it…!"
Every time he thrust deep, Choi Nahee shuddered like she was having convulsions, her hips bucking wildly. She couldn't endure it anymore and came. So he marked her insides with his semen, putting on a show for her.
But his stamina was only C-rank. He wasn't about to be satisfied with just once.
"Ah…!"
He pounded into Choi Nahee's body mercilessly, like draping her in a Han Jimin-sized overcoat. Once in her mouth, three times in her pussy.
"Hnnngh…!"
"!!!"
After one more creampie and pulling out, Choi Nahee collapsed forward. She panted for breath, staring up at him with unfocused eyes. Then she slowly crawled over and took his cock into her mouth. Cleaning it off.
He nodded lightly at the sight.
"Good training."
"…Ah."
It wasn't his doing, but that was fine. She'd be his toy from now on anyway.
"……."
Once everything was done and they'd straightened their clothes, Choi Nahee sat there awkwardly. BOZ's star producer who'd churned out countless hits. In contrast, he was a rising composer barely making waves, temporarily affiliated with BOZ as a newbie.
Plus, there was a fifteen-year age gap between them. But background like that didn't matter much. If he were the real Han Jimin, maybe, but the one wearing Han Jimin's skin was in his thirties to begin with.
"Hik?!"
He shoved his hand down her V-neck and kneaded her breast roughly. She jolted in surprise and looked at him, but soon lowered her head and accepted his touch.
"You have my number, right?"
"…Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Ah, no. …Yes."
Even after all that, did she still lack a sense of reality? She seemed out of it. So he slapped her cheek lightly and pinched it hard with his fingers. Fear and a strange pleasure flickered in Choi Nahee's eyes as she gazed at him.
"Text me your home address."
She nodded, her face still gripped.
"Get toys ready for me to use, and whenever I say come over, have your pussy prepped."
Another nod from Choi Nahee.
"And soon I'll use your ass too, so prepare it."
"……."
She looked startled for a moment, but nodded once more.
"Good. When others are around, act normal. But when it's just us, you know?"
"Yes."
"Your body's mine to use from now on, so take good care of it."
"…Understood, Master."
"If I hear about any other guys, I'll dump you immediately."
"Yes."
He nodded at her newly polite demeanor. It wasn't his training, but he'd acquired a decently trained slave. And a capable one at that.
He pulled his hand from her breast and sat back. Choi Nahee still looked confused, but she'd adapt to her new master soon enough.
Anyway,
"You heard the song earlier, right?"
"Ah, yes."
"Master and slave time's over now. I'll signal you later."
"…Yeah."
Choi Nahee glanced at him and adjusted her glasses.
"It was impressive. First time hearing a melody that emotional and tender. What about the lyrics?"
"I already have something in mind."
"Huh?"
He already had lyrics planned? Choi Nahee, who'd been planning to hire a pro lyricist, blinked in surprise at Han Jimin's unexpected reply.
How far is this guy gonna keep shocking me?
Instantly composing a title-track-level song, and now lyrics too?
Is this what a real genius is…?
She was a producer who'd been called a genius herself. She'd topped Mango Charts multiple times. But she had no confidence in matching Han Jimin. Even with his talk of a personal muse, whipping out songs like that on the spot? No domestic composer she knew could do it.
"Got any paper?"
Choi Nahee quickly handed over a pen and paper. Han Jimin started scribbling lyrics. A few words at first, then they formed lines. If something didn't sit right, he'd cross it out and rewrite.
Choi Nahee sat still, watching the lyrics come together in the blink of an eye. Once finished, Jimin turned to her.
"Let's record it."
"Record?"
"I'll do the guide vocal."
Choi Nahee's eyes flicked to the wall clock. How long since they'd started the OST meeting? Around 1:30 after lunch, and now it was 4 PM. Two hours of that… she'd spent moaning under him.
So he'd composed the song in under thirty minutes. But she had a feeling it'd be better than anything she'd heard.
Guide vocal…
Since he made it himself, he'd record it personally, she figured. A few male singers suited for ballads flashed through her mind as she fiddled with the console. Who to hand the recording to? Big names would fight for a track this good.
But then,
"A soft breeze envelops me, warm sunlight brushing this moment."
The soft yet intense emotion flowing through the mic filled her mind, vaporizing the male singers she'd been picturing.
"Ah."
The love story in the lyrics unfolded vividly. Each note passed like magic, sending deep shivers through Choi Nahee's chest. Especially the falsetto in the chorus….
"He was just a trainee?!"
It transcended simple melody, evoking a profound swell of love's emotion. A song perfectly capturing a man's heart falling for his first love again.
She never imagined he'd sing this well.
Premium voice, overflowing emotion, rhythm magician. Choi Nahee lost her mind listening to his S and A-rank singing skills mixed.
Just a few years ago, Han Jimin had been a plain trainee with nothing but his face. But now? A veteran armed with countless skills inhabited that body.
Anyway, even after the song ended, Choi Nahee lingered in its afterglow. True to her skill as a producer, she tweaked it swiftly and sent it straight to NBC.
Since he'd made her his slave anyway, might as well delegate work too.
"Handle this one too."
He handed her the track for Shine Candy's mini-album for editing.
Communication was lacking, but everything else screamed top-tier producer. No issue handing her Shine Candy's mini-album.
The tracks were done anyway; she'd just record the girls and finalize.
That left….
"They wanted the heroine theme too, right?"
What was the drama called? Sweet Dream? Anyway, time to compose the main heroine's theme.
Hong PD arrived at NBC and headed straight to his office. His junior PD had said BOZ sent the male lead theme song.
Already done?
He'd planned to reject it unread if it was just a tweaked existing track. The previous ones hadn't impressed.
But the junior was insistent. Something about it being essential for their drama?
"Oh? Writer-nim!"
"Hong PD!"
On the way, he ran into the drama's head writer.
"Heard BOZ sent a new track?"
"Yeah. Some newbie composer worked on it. Han Jimin or something?"
"…A newbie?"
Hong PD waved his hands at the writer's complaint.
"Newbie, but not really. Rising star? Anyway, you know Shine Candy's Blush? The one topping charts for three weeks."
"Yes."
"He composed that."
"Hmm…."
Her expression softened a bit at the chart-topper mention. Time to change the subject.
"If you needed the track, you could've just asked me to send it. No need to come to the station…."
"Gotta minimize leaks."
Fair point. Tracks floating around inevitably leaked somewhere.
"You heard it yet?"
"Not yet. Choi PD said it's insane though…."
Hard to say. BOZ's previous sends had been meh.
"Let's give it a listen."
Still, a new composer might bring fresh vibe. Title: Dreaming of Love. Perfect for the drama's male lead rekindling love with his first love.
He hoped it matched the title, tension on his face as he played the BOZ track.
And….
"Okay, done!"
He shot up before it even ended.
"Whoa!!! BOZ is on another level! Their composers are no joke. Writer-nim, we're going with this, right?"
The writer, who'd been smiling mysteriously while listening, nodded. A total flip from her newbie qualms.
"Who sang it? None of BOZ's voices I know sound like this."
"I'll check."
Hong PD grinned wide. From song to singer, it nailed their desired emotion. With this caliber, Foxy's main vocal Ria's heroine theme would be killer too.
The news quickly reached BOZ HQ.
"…Huh?"
Jeong Ria, chatting with fans on Weverse app in the dorm while gaming, blinked at her manager's words.
"Male lead song passed? The one Choi Producer was working on?"
"Nah, new one. You know the composer who did Shine Candy? Han Jimin…."
"…Ah."
Ria nodded slowly.
"He made it, and NBC loved it. Confirmed without feedback."
Shocking. They'd needed multiple reviews for theirs….
"Can I… hear it?"
"Got it right here. Listen and delete immediately?"
"Y-yes."
She took the USB carefully, calmed her excitement, and rushed to her room to play it.
"…Ah!"
The voice hit instantly. The one she'd dreamed of hearing filled her ears, stirring long-buried emotions.
Jeong Ria, Foxy's main vocal and a 1st-tier girl group with Lunatic. After over six years as a BOZ trainee, she'd been the girl who secretly loved trainee Han Jimin.