Live Frenzy and the CEO's Proposition

"That Man, That Woman," "Dive into Love," and "Fool's Love" skyrocketed straight to number one on the domestic charts. It was an all-kill, dominating the top spot across every chart. Thanks to that, Foxy's fan club, the Furries, were absolutely buzzing. Their leader and eldest sister, Ria, had finally shone bright through these tracks.

The Furries' provocations had the Lunatic fans, the Eclipses, boiling inside. They wanted to clap back, but the song was just too damn good. It was so heartfelt that a single listen brought tears dripping down. In the end, all they could muster was...

It was pure envy for Han Jimin, the composer who'd signed an exclusive deal with BOZ. Just a few months ago, no one had even heard of him, but starting with Blush, he'd claimed the genius title. "Fool's Love" and "Dive into Love" had etched his talent into everyone's minds. The company wasn't letting this momentum slip—they were hustling, prepping merch like cheer sticks for Jimin's singer-songwriter debut, anything to rake in cash. They even set up a live stream for the fans.

Word that Ria and Jimin were going live sent fans waiting on the streaming platform Weverse flooding in the moment it started.

"...Whoa!"

Ria blinked in shock at the skyrocketing viewer count.

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"What's up?"

"Tons of fans just poured in!"

In this public setting, polite speech came naturally.

"Huh?"

Where the hell was she looking? Jimin's internet knowledge was limited to soccer and games. He'd never streamed once. This was all new, feeling kinda awkward. As he glanced around puzzled, Ria pointed to the center monitor among several screens.

"Right there. You can see fan messages through that."

"...Oh. Pros really are different, huh?"

"Ahem. So you can call me sunbae."

"Call me Producer from now on, Ria."

"Eek."

As they whispered, messages started scrolling up, glitchy at first. Mostly welcome greetings for them. Jimin bowed his head.

"Hello, I'm Han Jimin, the one making waves as a singer-songwriter."

"I'm Foxy's Ria."

Congrats messages flooded in after. "Dive into Love" had just hit number one on Mango Chart. Sure, it'd lost its all-kill glory shortly after, but since Ria's "Fool's Love" took it, no biggie.

"Oh, thanks. JiminHolic. Uh, DipAndDrizzle? I'm not picky."

"MintChocoLove. You like mint choco? Nah. But if someone buys it for me, I'll eat it."

"OppaLove. Fan club name? Company's pushing JiminEra, blending my name and 'era.' Kinda cheesy, right?"

"English... too long. Anyway, another option? Jiminic. Means my iconic fandom. I'm the one promoting it."

As he answered while eyeing the monitor, he felt Ria staring blankly from the side. Even the staff prepping the stream looked stunned.

"What?"

"Uh... you can see what the fans are writing?"

The chat was a heart-filled frenzy, messages vanishing in a blink. Ria strained to read but couldn't, just blinking hard.

"Focus and you can see it."

"...Whoa. How insane is your dynamic vision?"

With his physical skills at S-rank, Jimin could make it out, at least. No need for just the two of them to chat endlessly—fan messages kept things lively.

Calling out their IDs might thrill them more.

That thought had him memorizing and shouting out usernames diligently. Bonus: fan club name finalized as Jiminic. Company wanted JiminEra, but it sounded old. His club, his call.

They even teased some merch. Time crunch meant not much ready, but photo cards, photobooks, calendars were good to go.

"...Whoa. Can I snag one?"

Ria eyed his photo card slyly, so he snatched it from her hand.

"H-Hey?!"

Her genuine panic at him blatantly stealing it—did she think he meant it? He pulled a marker from his pocket, scribbled a signature on the back.

"Whoa!"

"My first sig ever. Keep it as a treasure."

"F-For real?!"

Her eyes went wide, pure joy. Chat exploded. One wrong move and it'd detonate for real. To save Ria flak, he faced the camera.

"I'll slip personally signed cards into the released photo cards. Uh... about a thousand?"

Chat detonated instantly. Jiminic and Furries alike were losing it.

As he monitored chat, Ria beside him asked timidly.

"How's it going? Fans liking it?"

She couldn't see a thing, curiosity plastered on her face.

"Yeah. Big time."

"Then for max fan love, make it two thousand? I'll join in."

"......"

Her "join" sealed it—he nodded. They wrapped the planned hour-and-a-half connecting with fans.

"Great job!"

"You too, manager unnie. Fan reactions?"

"Insane."

Foxy's manager, checking community buzz on her phone, thumbs-upped them. Was it 'cause he was a guy? Chat reactions were killer. Handsome face made everything shine—every move hyped the vibe.

Stream over, he dragged Ria to the studio, claiming music talk. Naturally, no music happened.

"Slurp, smack."

"Hng...! Ah...!"

He suckled her breasts nonstop. Just tongue on her nipples, and the pink tips hardened as she writhed all over.

"Heut!"

Deep suck, and her back arched. While tormenting her chest, he teased her clit with fingers. Panties soaked through, juices leaking wild. But no insertion again.

- Ria! Schedule!

Foxy's packed popularity struck. "Fool's Love" mega-hit boosted their activities too.

"Ah...!"

Ria's resentful glare at manager unnie. But Jimin wasn't mad. Teasing her body to the edge was fun as hell.

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